frcntline-a - Tumblr blog

[frcntline-a]

new blog: gnrl

it’s still under construction but to make a story short as to why i’m rebooting. i’ve been thinking about it for awhile. this is a recycled sw multimuse blog and whenever i want to tag my stuff with my current tags, it only shows my old ones and it’s getting on my nerves…

[frcntline-a]

                                         ❝  for the EMPIRE❞

(psd © / template ©) google doc

[frcntline-a]

new blog: gnrl

it’s still under construction but to make a story short as to why i’m rebooting. i’ve been thinking about it for awhile. this is a recycled sw multimuse blog and whenever i want to tag my stuff with my current tags, it only shows my old ones and it’s getting on my nerves...

[frcntline-a]

of so

wrlost or gnrl

this blog used to be a multi. i've been thinking of rebooting so i can properly use my tags without having to go through the rest of the saved tags that I no longer use but overwrites my current ones. it's frustrating to say the least. i have to give kudos to marie for the first one.

[frcntline-a]

i made a pinterest 👀 : frcntline

[frcntline-a]

valentine's day application

Name: “Mitth'raw'nuruodo, or Thrawn.”

Age: “Age is simply a construct.”

Do you like to cuddle?: “Hmm, perhaps.”

Can we make-out?: “Yes, of course.”

A night in or dinner out?: “Both?”

Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: "I've never had either, but they sound pleasant either way."

What makes you a good Valentine?: “We have a good... and very nice relationship, I like to think.”

Would you cook for me?: “I don't know if you'd like it, but yes.”

Would you let me cook for you?: “Always...”

@warriorsfortune

This application was sent 3 times to Maximilian's data pad and he accepted all three

[frcntline-a]

Marina Tsvetaeva, from Poem of the End: X (tr. by Elaine Feinstein)

[frcntline-a]

GENERAL MAXIMILIAN VEERS did not fear death .

he was the IRON MAX .

this was a firm conviction . and so when a rebel snowspeeder came crashing into BLITZKRIEG's frontal peripheral, he engaged his life support which was integrated into his battle cuirass , expecting the worst when he felt the BEHEMOTH that was his AT-AT going down and the icy surface come closer . he had hoped he did not have to meet his end so soon but he concluded the inevitable . he let out a loud curse through the sound of his hollering pilots .

MAXIMILIAN did not scream .

unless it was to bark orders. 

MAX did not cry . 

but when he was buried under heavy debris made of durasteel, he wanted to do just that .

HE did not faint .

he was stuck and done for . he didn't need to see to know that HIS LEGS WERE CRUSHED under a beam of weighty steel but the rest of himself was intact . his pilots had not been so spared . he almost envied them . it was only a matter of time until he either died from blood loss or cold but time can become an extendible burden . and so he waited . his chest was filled with air and he wanted to scream it out . he wanted to scream from the pain . he wanted to scream from the anger . he wanted to scream at his fate that would not claim his life. but he stayed quiet and he let himself fall into the abyss hopeful that he would pass into his sleep .

the unmistakable sound of a hum woke him and he was greeted by obscurity and a vivid red edge of light which he only assumed was used to brighten the otherwise dark pile of scrap . he looked up and saw him . of all people that would be willing to risk their own hide to search for survivors , it had to be the SUPREME COMMANDER himself . a part of him was relieved and the other part , not so much .

when the beam moved with a WEIGHTLESS FORCE , a scream tore at his chest and burned his throat . his body went rigid and he collapsed in complete darkness .

@vaderari​ said : “ i’m not leaving you here . ” aaaAAAAH HOTH??

[frcntline-a]

max has thicc thighs and biceps but really... his thighs are THICC. he can crush watermelons to impress.

[frcntline-a]

Name: Armitage Hux

Age: 34

Do you like to cuddle?: Possibly

Can we make-out?: We’ll see

A night in or dinner out?: Night-in. Night in, I would rather not deal with anymore tedious nuisances today.

Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Scotch on the rocks

What makes you a good Valentine?: Fuck around and find out.

Would you cook for me?: Yes

Would you let me cook for you?: Now that just depends

@destroyworlds

just don't poison him please! approved.

[frcntline-a]

Name: “Ziv Odiz’Zee, but If you want to be a little kriffing imperial bureaucrat and go all Galactic Basic its Rime”

Age: “The last time I checked I am in my twenties.”

Do you like to cuddle?: “Hug me as if I am a plushie and I will rip off your arms and beat you to death with them brutally, until you are a kriffing bloddy mush. I have nothing against a hug or two, but only when its between one respected person and another and with a kriffing fair warning beforehand or I will bite off fingers.”

Can we make-out?: “Ah yes, indluge in relations with Non-Humanoids and risk getting a kriffing lecture from your superior. On closer inspection, that actually makes the whole think risky and as everyone says- No risk no fun! ”

A night in or dinner out?: “Both is nice, but if we go outside we can go to the next forest and meadow and snatch our food from the local flora and even make a few lessons about alien flora about this…. I swear, I am not as boring as it sounded like, I am actually a cool Kriffer! I swear, I swear!”

Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: “Oh kriff, none! I am a krififng mammal and in contrast to you humanoids my species can not digest lactose after growing out of beeing a baby pup. I know I look amazingly beautiful and youthful, but I am defnently not a pup. I can prepare you some, though?”

What makes you a good Valentine?: “I am awesome company and as my kriffing insomnia prevents myself from sleeping, I am running on seven cans of caf and therefor am able to go through the whole evening and night listening to everything you say without ever getting tiered. I might collapse at least one time, though.”

Would you cook for me?: “Sure. I usually only cook for my patients to use indrigents to help their, so what I would cook would be so horrible heatlthy it would make most people kriffing cry. It would be nice to cook something new just for the taste. What do you like to eat? I can try it? Or we can try it together?”

Would you let me cook for you?: “…sure, what would you like to cook? I am curious.”

@irrfahrer

Quite the odd pair they make but accepted!

[frcntline-a]

short tall sentence starters

short

“stupid…!…jar..! come here already!”

“who the heck put that way up there? grr!”

“where is the stool…? oof! if only i was two centimeters taller!”

“i swear to god, if you are laughing at me because i can’t reach i will punch your face”

“are you…laughing at me? well, let you know that I’m closer to your bottom. be careful, jackass.”

“eek! p-p-please! don’t laugh at me!”

“is it bad that i want to chop people’s legs if they were taller than me?”

“Tsk…stupid tall guy/girl.”

“hey, hey, turn for a bit….yeah….and done. What? your back looks like a good table.”

“Hey! come down a bit. My neck hurts.”

“Don’t you dare bend to talk to me.”

“Oh my god! Are you okay? You hit your head hard…heh guess i wouldn’t know the feeling since i am…short.”

“HAHAHA! YOU HIT YOUR HEAD! ARE YOU BLIND?!”

“Aah…it feels great to see a tall person hit their head like that. Satisfying.”

“Damn..that must have hurt. Are you okay?” 

“Hey! watch it! what are you? a raging bull? look where you are walking before you bump into people!”

“Ouch! I-I’m sorry..I was in the way. You probably didn’t see me…”

“Can you….get that for me? Please…?”

“Oh, oh! Can you help me? I was trying to get that over there.”

“….Listen, just pick that up and shut up.”

“Ughh just get it already!”

“Thank you for picking it for me!”

“Thanks, I guess…for reaching to pick that up.”

“Gah! shut up! thanks, okay? Happy? tall jerk.”

“Oh! I can get that! It is easy for me!”

“….are you asking me to crawl in there just because i’m short?”

“you did not call me just so i can be your santa little helper, did you?”

“Just because i am short does not mean i am not scared of closed places and dark ones! i cannot go in there!”

“Y-you gonna lift me up?! N-no, it is ok! i can see just fine!”

“Don’t you dare lift me up.”

“Can you lift me up? I am trying to pick up [item] from there.”

“Hey, lift me up! Quickly!”

“I was trying to reach for that–huh? lift me up?….sure. I think…”

“Whoa! The view is amazing here! I’m staying. Nope. I’m not going down.”

“P-please, put me down ….n-now.”

“Are you planning to keep holding me up for a long time?”

“Hey, tall handsome/beautiful~”

“Wow….so tall….”

“Tch…that height is not bad.”

“Care to switch heights?”

“It is my dream to be swept by a tall guy/girl like you~”

“i like it when I fit in your hug…”

“I-it’s creepy how you can …hold me like that.”

“This is my place. mine. I sit here. On your lap. I fit. No complains.”

Tall

“need help with that? i can pick it up for you.”

“let me reach and..here you go.”

“Hahaha, i’m sorry. you just looked so funny trying to reach for that.”

“Pft–sorry, sorry, i didn’t mean to laugh at you. your height problem is not a laughing matter.”

“I was not laughing at you, I was …uh, admiring your determination.”

“Yeah, right I was laughing! Are you an idiot? How can you reach with these baby legs?”

“Whoa! where did you come from?! i didn’t see you.”

“I’m sorry! I was not paying attention. I’m sorry again for bumping into you.”

“A-are you okay?! you fell from there! You could have asked for help.”

“–pft ahaha! you can’t even stand on a stool! Shorty!”

“hey, shorty, what are you doing?”

“Pipsqueak came, what’s up?”

“Here comes tiny. What are you up to?”

“Can i lift you? this way you can reach up.”

“Lift you…up? sure. i can do that.”

“E-eh? lift you up? i don’t think i have the strength but…i can try…”

“No way!! I will not lift you up!”

“What will you do for me if i lift you up, eh?”

“I may be tall but that does not mean im strong.”

“are you trying to…climb over my head?”

“Can you see? How about I hoist you up?”

“…..if you wish…i can…carry you on my shoulders…”

“Uh, can you get down already? my back hurts.”

“Someone likes it up there too much…”

“You are so going to give me a massage after this…”

“Hey, cuddleable.”

“You know what i like about you? I can use you as my armrest.”

“You are so adorable, small and huggable.”

“I’m glad I can wrap my arms around you.”

“Heh, you are adorable. Do you like it sitting on my lap like that?”

“You know, it is great that you are shorter. i can rest my chin on your head.”

“I could use you as a weight lift.”

“I could pick you with one arm for sure.”

“Hey, crawl in there. You fit in there, shorty.”

“Did you just…came out of that window? How..?”

“How old are you? W-what?! you are as old as me?! Impossible!”

“Huh..I figured you would be older than you look.”

“Do all short people look mad 24/7?”

“Why are you kicking my legs? I am not going to get shorter by that.”

“Ouch! oww…my head…stupid door frame!”

“Oof–! A-almost…bashed my head into a wall…”

[frcntline-a]

~X-Men: First Class~

[frcntline-a]

*accentuation*

[frcntline-a]

Max: i blame rebel pilot derek klivian

Hobbie: oh so you lost your legs. boohoo! i can barely trll what's me and what's machine.

Max: im going to smack you with my legs.

[frcntline-a]

valentine's day application

Name: Age: Do you like to cuddle?: Can we make-out?: A night in or dinner out?: Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: What makes you a good Valentine?: Would you cook for me?: Would you let me cook for you?:

[frcntline-a]

max's personal at-at is called blitzkrieg. i don't own this fact though. i read a couple of fics and i loved it.