#ironfistedwill

[sithshadow-a-blog]

sheev daddy. bruh. can u notice me.

ah yes…my favourite employee…director…orangutan kermit? anyway where’s tarkin i gotta tell him how great his battle station looks

[goodmother-blog1]

@ironfistedwill / ♥

          “you know, you really don’t have to be a DICK about it.”

[blasterforce-a]

             ❛    YOU DO UNDERSTAND THAT MY FEE is generally pretty high, right? my time is valuable.    ❜         of course, she’d increase her normal sum for someone of such a high ranking in the empire. just good business sense.                                            

                                           ₍ @ironfistedwill ₎

[snowinabottlearchived]

[hanzobow]

for @ironfistedwill  . prof!krennic & witch!kylo. they drew so many nice pics of the hubbands last night i wanted to gift them something decent :’3c (i love krennlo sm)

[hcpebuilt-blog]

@ironfistedwill || continued from [x]

Being pulled onto Krennic’s lap caught her off guard but only slightly. She was pretty comfortable there after adjusting her position a bit. His flirtatiousness was starting to put Jyn in a mood. 

“I’m not shy.” She told him. “You just caught me off guard that’s all.” If he was trying to get her to make some kind of move, it was starting to work. As she sat there on Krennic’s lap, Jyn began to grow urges. Her eyes would occasionally glance at his soft looking lips. Her eyes would also sometimes travel further down too. 

She had given him a small smirk of her own. Her fingers gently running along the fabric of his white uniform top.  

[rookierebel-a-blog]

          a bundle of HIGHLY STRUNG nerves is what’s left of bodhi rook — sheer willpower and a desire to LIVE overriding the fear of traversing a war zone alone. he barely remembers commandeering a new shuttle — the old nothing more than a smouldering wreck belching black smoke to the heavens — and yet he’s airborn, fighting through imperial and rebel ships alike in a bid to reach the communications tower where he hopes jyn & cassian are waiting ( the comms had been dead for a while now, yielding nothing but static & an uncomfortable feeling that once again, he was too late ).

                    ❛ jyn !  cassian ! ❜  fatigue flecks syllables, trembling fingertips swiping at strands of hair that briefly obscures vision as he stands at the bottom of the ship’s ramp hanging in mid-air, desperately searching for any sign of his fellow rebels. time is slipping away, LOOMING threat of the death star casting a deep shadow across the walkway ahead — urgency prompts repetition, frantic voice raised to be heard over the engine’s roar,  ❛ JYN !  — CASSIAN ! ❜

                                                                                *:･✧ ❛  ——— @ironfistedwill / sc.

[inujan]

         ❛ LADY CLARA, OH PLEASE, COME BACK  !  ❜ a nurse maid called after the young princess, Clara spotting her father when she round the corner.  ❛ PAPA ! ❜ the excitable princess exclaimed, immediately wrapping her arms around his legs. bright blue eyes glistened up at him, pure joy written all over her face. she wasn’t so much into hanging out with Zara a minute longer. 

            ❛ will you come to the meadow with me ? ❜  she retracted, pulling on the ends of his soft tunic.  ❛ we can hunt for rocks and play in the water ! please-please-please-please-pleeeeeeee--ase ! ❜