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@badspacebabies tagged me with a phone meme! This is my lock screen, home screen, last song played and recent selfie (with the tinycat, naturally). I tag @brawlite, @trillgutterbug and @sathinfection, the last three Tumblr peeps I talked to.

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Tagged by @badspacebabies to make an aesthetic post from phone photos. WHO KNOWS what kind of #aesthetic this is! If you'd like to do it, consider yourself tagged!

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For the ailing @badspacebabies - that ‘Niral sending birthday gifts’ fic you never wanted. A sequel to this.

Niral let his eyes fall half-closed and idly rubbed his fingers along the lavish shimmersilk bedclothes. It was a ludicrously over-decorated bedroom in the Dagoban style taken almost to the point of bad taste, but the luxury could not be faulted. Luxury was a rare commodity on this planet. And it was very conveniently located, with a well-stocked bar of which Niral had taken assiduous advantage, and was on the cusp of regretting. Besides, for the moment it was having a most gratifying effect on— on— well, Niral had inexcusably forgotten the boy’s name, but he was quite sure that it began with F. Or S. At any rate, it wasn’t Hux, which Niral found himself rather sorry about. Not Hux, and not even that delicious little blond from Remenos IV, with the blue eyes, who would have been a pleasant second choice.

Truth be told, he had hardly thought about the blond in weeks. Months, even. Business had happened to keep him around Corellia, for one, but he also could not deny that he found himself oddly charmed by Hux’s unpracticed nonchalance and his vaguely embarrassed eagerness. It was passing strange to call any product of the Academy unspoiled and yet, from his unfinished social graces to his delightfully gawky sexual performance, Hux did indeed seem to possess a curious sort of innocence. Sometimes in moments of rest or inattention, when his guard was down, the boy seemed almost to glow with it. That sort of youth was a precious commodity that Niral was very happy to have, for with each passing year—

‘Damn it,’ he said, alarmed, and sat up, dislodging Ferro— dislodging Ser— the young man, who looked insulted through his mop of brown curls and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand in a most unappealing manner.

'What is it?’

'I have to— blast it, where’s that button?’ Niral fumbled under the edge of the nightstand until he found the droid call button, and moments later a sleek grey servant droid rolled in.

'What do you require?’ asked the droid in a monotone.

'I need you to make a purchase, forge a passable handwritten card and send the whole damn lot as a gift to the Academy, Corellian moon six.’

'Please indicate the gift to be purchased.’

Niral hesitated for a moment, recalling the name. 'Er, fire off a message to Alinna’s, that little lingerie place on Tralus. I have an account there. Request something gamine and silky in blue or grey or something.’

'The size, sir?’ Niral turned to scrutinise the pouting lad on the bed, framing him with his hands and then shaking his head.

'Bit smaller than him - oh, perhaps a 5J? Quite long in the legs, though.’

'And the message?’

'Dear Hux - many happy returns. Business detaining me in the Sorii system. Regret absence extremely and will catch up with you properly when I return. Hope the colour suits. Yrs, Niral, etc. Don’t add the etcetera; that was rhetorical.’

'Recipient’s name?’

'Armitage Hux. Dorm twelve, I believe, but you can send it straight there, they’ll figure the whole thing out. Thanks, old chap.’ The droid burbled and trundled away. Niral lay back down on the bed, head swimming a touch from the brandy and feeling oddly maudlin.

'I suppose you just expect me to pretend that never happened?’ said the boy, arms folded across his chest. Niral stared at him.

'There’s absolutely no call to be rude,’ he said, vaguely aware of the hypocrisy contained within that statement.

'I’m just supposed to keep on, as if you hadn't—’ the boy trailed off as Niral kissed him viciously, irked by the chatter, and soon enough he was sliding back down the bed to resume the proceedings. Niral stared up at the ceiling again, and tried to will himself to be interested. His orgasm was unsatisfying; the boy flounced away in a very unnecessary manner.

Hux would never have, Niral found himself thinking, but he was asleep before he had finished the thought.

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@badspacebabies posted some snippets of the upcoming chapter of Aware of his own halo and aghjkhj, everything was so lovely and heartwrenching I just had to preemptively draw Hux and Kylo in a happy place *sobs* I just want them to be happy in the end!

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today i have to write because tomorrow and monday i have to study

but i let myself read some fic last night and this morning because fuck it’s been like a WEEK since i read a fic i can’t go on like this there are too many tabs open

and now i don’t want to write because everything i read was so good and everything on my page is like cardboard cutouts

not even good cardboard cutouts

goddamn you all i love you so much why are you so good

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Yesterday night I chatted to @reserve and @badspacebabies and it was a good time and you are all going to weep the ugliest and most dramatic tears at their Kylux big bang fic.