Nov 25, 2020
Noticed I had this WIP sitting in my Procreate folders and decided to finish it. Not my normal style (it’s my old shading style) But I like it a lot. I also have way too many Dark!Poe/FO!Poe headcanons 😩
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Noticed I had this WIP sitting in my Procreate folders and decided to finish it. Not my normal style (it’s my old shading style) But I like it a lot. I also have way too many Dark!Poe/FO!Poe headcanons 😩
spicy thots ab first order poe? 👀
oh you found one of my weaknesses
fo!poe I just listen I have a lot of thoughts about him he’s def a little bit more of a dom you know (pls it’s fine) I like the idea of general fo!poe and him making you call him general he’s also not afraid to show you off in a sense like he wants everyone to know you are his and he’s yours so then no one else tries anything
Followers Celebration!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
It’s done! The last chapter has been updated! A huge thanks to my wonderful readers and of course to @flausengut for being a great beta and to @auroralynne for her feedback and her help!! <3 <3
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“It’s the only name they ever gave me,” he said quietly. “Zeroes and Nines… they were proud of their names, Slip was… well he messed up a lot…” He sounded detached. Like what he was saying didn’t quite register. The past tense must feel more terrible to him than it did to Poe even in his dazed state of mind. “Eight-Seven was always more appropriate for me, I guess. FN-Two-One-Eight-Seven.”
“Well…” Poe said hoarsely, trying to open his eyes again, but the heat was inviting already, promising to take him out of this dismal place at least for a while. His lips felt puffy, his cheek stuck to the blanket beneath him. Back at the village that piece of shrapnel must have cut his skin there and the wound had opened again from the rough surface beneath him. He didn’t even care. “Well I ain’t using it…” His voice was tired. Heavy with fever. Slurred… But Eight-Seven deserved more. More than a horrible abbreviation of a four-digit code.
Chapter 7 is here! YEAY! Thank you, thank you, thank you @flausengut !!!