They All Hate You Mando, Because You’re A Legend.

Ok so hear me out here.

The knights of Ren totally love Lieutenant Mitaka

Crazy, I know but just listen up.

Part one

I like to think that Mitaka is a great baker. (Like amazing cookies, bomb pastries etc) and he leaves them in the officer common area for others to enjoy.

Now the knights don’t usually visit the common area. Why would they, they don’t need to. But anyways they do one time and the see this chocolate chip cookies laying there on the table. And them being the people they are they all take one because food.

They get to eating them and they’re like mmmmm! These are really good!

And they want to find out who made them so they harass the next unexpecting officer on break to see who made the melt in your mouth fluffy goodness.

And the officer is just like oh yeah mitaka made those. He makes them every Thursday to bring in just for a fun treat.

And the Knights are impressed. The chefs on the ship are good but they’re not this good.

So now they’re off to find the lil lieutenant baker.

And when they find him he’s supper scarred.

Why are six big burly looking men suddenly standing in his office with serious looks on their faces. Has he done something wrong?

So mitaka stutters out a l-listen kn-kn-knights....

And it takes all the power of the knights not to burst into to laughter because it looks as though mitaka might pee himself.

One of them finally speaks up and says we really like your baking man. It’s great, like you have a talent.

Mitaka is stunned but with a slight blush and a beaming smile he thanks the knights. He says he learned to bake from his mom and that he quite enjoys doing it.

The knights inform him that they have a mission tomorrow. Not a huge important one but one where they still have to leave the ship for a few days. That asked him to make them some cookies for they’re trip. Of course Mitaka agrees with a swift nod. He assured them he will bake them a batch to take with them.

Next day rolls around and low and behold before they disembark on their mission mitaka hands each of them a quart bag of cookies.

Now since they have masks on you can’t see they’re bright smiles and shiny eyes. But they each thank mitaka and give him a small nod before they head to they’re to ship and leave.

The Cyborg and the Savior [Markus/OC] Part 1

HERE WE GO! HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY AND LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT MORE. 

Also, I’m tagging @finding-jericho cus they are super sweet and wanted to know more about my sweet revolution leading daughter. Hope you like it, honey! ^.^

ANYWAY, I LEAVE YOU ALL TO THE STORY.

GOD BLESS AND GOOD DAY!

~THE LUPINE SOJOURNER

P.S: WHAT IS WITH THE GIF, YOU ASK? IDK EITHER, BRUH. JUST THOUGHT IT WAS CUTE! XD)

“Alexandra, come down here, please!” Dad calls, and I set my book down.

“Coming!” I call, coming down the stairs and spotting Dad’s friend, Mr. Kamski (addressing him formally seems right, considering he started Cyberlife) and – Shoot! I trip over my feet and almost go crashing into either Mr. Kamski or Dad, but something hard (too hard to be human) catches me, easily setting me upright again. I blink. Is that an android? “Thank you.” I mumble, my eye noting the android who caught me is an RK200 model, serial number 684 842 971, to be exact. I ignore that, turn and smile at our, uh, other guest.

“You’re welcome.” The android muses, smiling and sounding genuine as I move to greet Mr. Kamski.

“Mr. Kamski! How nice to see you.” I greet politely, accepting his hug briefly before allowing him to kiss my cheek.

“Hello, my dear. I’d like you to meet Markus, you and your father’s new domestic android.” I turn to him, offering my hand for him to shake.

“Hello, Markus.” I greet. Markus seems puzzled for a second, then shakes my hand.

“I look forward to getting to know you and your father.” I can’t help but think his design attractive, as if Mr. Kamski knew I’d like the look of this new addition to the house. Like he could read my thoughts, Mr. Kamski smirks.

“I’ll leave you all to get acquainted. I’ll see you around, my friend.” He says in parting to Dad. Dad sniffs, but nods.

“Yes, if you must.” He says. I wave Mr. Kamski goodbye and turn to Markus.

“Um…I suppose I’ll give you the tour, shall I?” I suggest, feeling out of place and awkward. How exactly does one talk to an android? Markus nods.

“That would be most helpful. After all, I need to be familiar with the layout to better serve my purpose.” I swallow. It was hard not to hear the robotic, clinical edge to Markus’ voice, even when it was meant to sound human.

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Jensen Ackles | DallasCon 2013 [x]

Stitches

I went and got a new tattoo recently. The only way the artist could get to the spot was to sit behind and straddle me and he felt so awkward. However, it gave me the idea for this fic:

The Mandalorian stitches your back after a battle with a bounty.

This is my first time writing for the Mandalorian and first time posting to tumblr.

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From Ashes to Embers (1/?)

As a pilot in the first order, you’ve learned to fly under the radar. When you’re caught by General Hux using your force abilities, he puts you in the path of none other than Supreme Leader Kylo Ren. Down a knight, Kylo unwilling brings you along on a mission, but will his generosity come with consequences when he discovers your true identity? Or will ashes turn to embers as the force brands an unbreakable bond between you?

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Prologue 

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Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count:3.8K

Warnings: Mentions of death, mature language, violence, mentions of abandonment 

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Your heart hammers in your chest as you push the ion engines of your TIE-Inceptor to their limit. You’re on the tail of rebel ships while they weave in and out of space debris. You were sent on a mission with one other pilot in the First Order to flush out rebel ships following too closely to a weapons shipment. General Hux gave you and your counterpart one task: destroy the enemies before they obtained your firepower for the resistance. You have no intention of failing.

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soulmate au part 1

john price x f!reader

wc: 1.2k

unedited, forgive my mistakes.

since you were born, your world has been grey. you never thought anything of it, until at school, they started teaching you colours. the only ones in the room that could see more than just different shades of grey, apart from the teacher, were identical twins.

weird.

you went home and asked your parents.

"we are born missing half of ourselves. we have a fated one, and when you meet them, your world will look the way it was meant to."

oh. but... "in class, there were twins that could see colour. what about them?"

they look surprised for a second until your dad softly explains. "in rare instances, the soulmate bond will be platonic. which makes sense in this case, because twins grow up with a connection regular people like us will never understand."

you nod and lower your gaze to look at your shoes. you wonder if the person meant for you is interested in junie b. jones books like you are.

-

in high school, you crush on this pretty girl— a cheerleader. her hair is long and beautiful, her face is small and round, and she's so kind. just your type.

but no colour stains your vision, so you burrow your emotions deep and mourn the loss of what could've been.

-

in college, one of your friends ask you if you've met your soulmate yet.

"no, not yet," you lament. what she says after freezes the blood in your veins.

"my mom knew someone whose soulmate was already dead before they had even been born," she comments while stabbing a grape tomato with her fork. "it was really tragic, because she'll never know what it's like to know a love that has no equal."

your heart is in your throat, and you find it hard to swallow the food in your mouth.

what if your soulmate is already dead? oh, god. you might just throw up. your friend doesn't seem to notice the change in your demeanor and continues to babble carelessly about how she knew someone that knew someone who's soulmate had turned out to be a murderer.

oh my fucking god.

you quickly run to the bathroom and throw up your lunch.

how cruel is the universe? to have no control over who is meant to be for you.

you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and lean against the stall of the bathroom. you should've known that this soulmate business was too good to be true.

cupping your hands, you rinse the taste of bile out of your mouth before walking back to your friend who stayed in her seat.

"jesus, you look terrible, you alright?" she asks.

running your fingers through your hair, you huff. "i've certainly been better. just got a bit nauseous, nothing serious. maybe it's a stomach bug."

"oooh, you better not be pregnant! what of your dreams of working in the medical field?"

you giggle at her response. "that'd be impossible unless i'm the virgin mary."

she gapes comically then leans in and whispers, "you're lying! don't tell me you haven't dated anyone just because they weren't your soulmate."

you shrug, and keep your eyes fixed on your half-eaten plate of food. "i don't really wanna talk about it, if that's alright with you. besides, you've got bigger things to worry about, like the upcoming exam for mr. richardson."

slapping a hand to her forehead, she exclaims, "oh, shit! i totally forgot! shit!"

you watch her inhale the rest of her salad and toss her trash before waving goodbye and sprinting toward the library.

with a sigh, you look down at your food. grey. lifeless. shaking your head, you pick up your plate and toss it in the bin.

you decide to focus solely on your studies. you have dreams of being a doctor and pining after someone you haven't even met yet would only serve as a distraction.

--

your white coat grazes your calves as you walk toward your new patient. standing outside the room, you pick up the clipboard.

Price, John. 34, Active Military.

he's the head of the task force! god, you've only heard stories of them from the other medics on base who have met them, so to finally come face to face with the man, the myth, the legend? you wipe your clammy hands on the fabric of your scrubs and clear your throat.

be professional, be professional. he's just another patient, it's no big deal.

rapping your knuckles on the door, you wait a second before twisting the knob with a shaky hand. you nervously keep your eyes on the clipboard as you walk in.

"good morning, captain price."

"mornin', doc," he rumbles.

oh, his deep voice just might be the end of you.

"you don't sound all that happy to be here, captain," you tease while flipping through his medical history papers.

he lets out a low chuckle, and you squeeze your thighs together at the sound. delicious.

"nothin' personal, doc. just don't like bein' here, you understand."

lightly laughing at his joke, you finally steel your nerves and look up at him.

only to have your vision bleed in something you don't understand. is that colour? is this what colour looks like?

the clipboard drops, clattering to the floor. john— being the courteous gentleman that he is— quickly kneels to grab it and lifts his head as he hands it to you.

he freezes in place, the clipboard slipping from his hands as he stares at you.

you thickly swallow, and dumbly question, "do you...has your....colour? can you see colour?"

unblinking, john's eyes are fixated on you as he remains silent.

your eyes dart around to take in his features. his brightly-coloured eyes are framed by lines that hint at his age, his strong jaw adorned by a mutton-chop beard. his nose is specked with a beauty mark.

"what colour are your eyes, captain?" you softly ask.

he closes his mouth and takes in a sharp breath. "i've been told they're blue."

"blue," you smile. the eyes of your soulmate are blue.

but then, your delighted smile melts off your face, in horror.

there's a shiny band on his finger. he's married.

john price, your soulmate, is fucking married.

your vision distorts with the tears that threaten to spill and bite your bottom lip to stop it from trembling. it feels like there are shards of glass in your lungs, cutting you open with each quivering breath you take. your pain is red-hot, searing under your skin, flowing through your veins like molten lead.

john knows exactly what you're looking at.

"love—" he starts but you cut him off swiftly.

"don't. you don't owe me anything, captain. uhm, but uh... maybe it's best that we switch your doctors, yeah? conflict of interest, and all that."

you all but run away, away from that room, from him.

how terribly unlucky.

you head towards your office, which is down the hall, and slam the door closed. only then, do you cry, and mourn what should've been.