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[stevehatguy]

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[elviscl]

A lovely commission for @eglantineprice!

[dyinglikeicarus]

I read a super cute tag from @eglantineprice and asked for permission to make that idea into this little comic and askdfjhesu. Thanks a lot for it! *_* I had a lot of fun doing it!!

[theweddingofthefoxes]

(A little tiny thing for @eglantineprice )

The shuttle ride is so long and Hux is lagging, it’s clear. With no helmet to hide his face, there’s no way to hide the delicate purpley-grey smudges under his eyes, the paleness of his face, the strands of hair that are slipping free. A quick probe of his mind shows how thoroughly single-minded he is at this point. Bed bed bed bed bed.

“You need to lie down,” Ren says.

“Nowhere to lie,” Hux snaps. “I’ll get into bed when we make it back to the ship.”

“Lie here.”

Nearly every night, Hux uses Ren as a pillow, his arm, his chest, his shoulder. Whether he’s leeching away Ren’s heat or is trying to combat his years of touch starvation, Ren wasn’t sure, but it didn’t matter. A little clinginess never killed anybody.

But that’s always in the full dark of the bedroom, not anywhere someone could walk in and find them. They’re alone now, but when they land...

“I’ll handle it, if that happens,” Ren said. He beckoned Hux closer. “Just come, come on.”

Hux rolled his bloodshot eyes but obeyed, tucked himself under Ren’s arm. “This isn’t really lying,” he griped. “More like sitting.”

“It’s better than the sitting you were doing before.”

“Mmph.” Hux was already losing the battle with his exhaustion, the warm closeness of Ren’s hold doing him in. “I suppose.”

They sat in silence, listening to the sound of the shuttle moving impossibly fast. Before he knew it, Ren was holding Hux’s limp, snoring body upright, Hux’s head drooping backwards. It’d be easiest to wipe the memory of anyone who sees, Ren decided, but it’s amusing to try and think of an excuse for this, for holding the highest-ranking general on the ship like a sleeping bride, as they make their way back home.

[gdcee]

Psst... I'm still technically on hiatus, but I just wanted to pop in (in stealth mode 🤐) and tell you how much I adore all the gift art you've been drawing, especially the Westergaard stuff! (I'm also loving the Pablo Neruda poetry and the MBTI posts. It's not often I encounter other INFPs, especially other INFPs who are into Neruda.)

-glomps- HI I MISSED YOU 8D hope everything’s going well with you

i’m probably going to go on semi or full hiatus soon too, what with uni term starting and everything XD just got one more request to finish first

i actually almost cry everytime i read neruda’s poetry because it’s so beautiful ;w; like...i’m not sure if i’ve come across another poet who can convey love in a way that’s poetic and grand and beautiful without sounding overly sentimental and feeling so real and earthy

gaaaaah i love pablo neruda so much ;w;

[gdcee]

@eglantineprice

Dr. Poison was a very pitiable, wretched person, I think. I felt rather sorry for her in the end - I mean, her work went up in flames and the Clyde to her Bonnie got skewered by Diana. She’s got absolutely nothing left, poor murderous sod. :(

[gdcee]

eglantineprice replied to your post:

@empress-only-in-name I tried to channel my inner...

The first one *does* look like Ed. :D (Ed probably tries so hard to make grouchy faces, but he just can’t manage it. Even practicing in front of the mirror doesn’t help.) The second one? Theo. Theo all the way.

ok definitely going to have to draw Ed attempting grumpy face now

after i finish my coursera neuroeconomics lectures >u<

[gdcee]

eglantineprice replied to your photo: sheesh why did my parents make such a fuss about...

YOU PAINTED THIS??? DUDE WTF WHY ISN’T THIS HANGING ON A WALL SOMEWHERE? LIKE, SAY, NEXT TO THE ORIGINAL IN THE HERMITAGE MUSEUM?

i actually used pastel for it

i’m not even sure why i’m so mad/annoyed/disappointed that mum and dad didn’t hang the bloody thing somewhere

that copy of a van gogh i did in high school is hanging in the dining hall it’s not as if my paltry attempts at fine art are completely unrecognised

meh idk