May 9, 2017
@demonofeden [Disco Ball of DOOM 2.0?]
“Bigger is not necessarily better, you know. Why do we need one anyway? It’s useless in a fight and destroying planets is a kriffing waste. How long does it even take to make? Years?”
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@demonofeden [Disco Ball of DOOM 2.0?]
“Bigger is not necessarily better, you know. Why do we need one anyway? It’s useless in a fight and destroying planets is a kriffing waste. How long does it even take to make? Years?”
Fuck Marry Kill - Scott, Hux, Revan
*sweats*
Fuck- Scott
Marry- Hux (and become the Empress to the Emperor of the galaxy <3 <3 <3)Kill GIVE A REALLY COOL HIGH FIVE- Revan
“What have they done to you?”
Obi-Wan lay curled up in his cell, unsure anymore what day it was anymore. At least it was an off day.
He opened his eyes at the sound of Hux’s voice, still not moving. His eyes were unfocused, and a bit clouded. “Hux? Is that you? I can’t see you.”
♠
♠ - for my muse to forcibly restrain yours
“Come on! Just let it be!”, Poe shouted as he pulled the redhead back.
“It’s enough…” His voice got calmer, more soothing, to help Hux to calm down.
"Knock, knock" (time travel Hux)
[From this: Send me Knock knock!…]
For a long time, he thought that he might ignore the sound. It was the clank of old pipework, it was the tread of Kaytoo outside, heavy lumbering thing that he was. It was his imagination, it was the echo of recent blasterfire, it was -
Knocking. Distinct, and coming repeatedly more urgent.
Cursing under his breath, Cassian reached for the sonic and shut it off, swathing his waist in a towel and regretting already the hum of the vibrowaves cleansing his body, pulling open the door to the compartment and feeling his eyebrows rocket towards his hairline.
Infiltration had not been difficult. His life as an Imperial officer had developed a sort of routine. But a fellow officer, scrawny greenhorn though he appeared to be, interrupting his sonic shower, was not part of the plan. Purely personal preference, but when did espionage ever go the way he wanted it to.
Cassian offered as easy a smile as he could manage. “Something the matter?”
#rcvan#please stop being so hot#we will have to stop you
NEVER!
@demonofeden
@demonofeden/ @ifeelitagain
“Gross what is that.”
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[text]: oh for kriff’s sake Hux IS THIS REALLY HOW YOU WANT TO USE DAY 3?
[text]: REALLY, HUX?