#hothrebels

[intoxicatiing]

@hothrebels

I might have drawn val while working on comission samples

[privateerings]

❝ i could only be myself with you around. ❞

A slow blink of haw eyes, yellow muted in the dim light fixate with care on smooth delicate looking scales. They seem to be shinier than anything he’s seen before especially when she moves in sunlight. Vacer’na eases his head in, bends over to leave his chin in the crook of her neck. He embraces her, feeling her slick skin and kisses her neck and cheek.

“The others could not handle you with your heart exposed. They don’t deserve you, Valeria. Pity them and their small childish eyes. I see beauty in its true, untamable form.” 

[jundlcndwastesmoved1]

OPEN; TO ALL

                ❝I’m not SULKING. I’m just sitting her frowning and not bothering to touch my drink.❞  Oh the smuggler was most definitely smuggling. She had come here in hopes of picking up a very important job, one that could have put a lot of credits in her pocket. Instead someone had beat her to the punch, and apparently had the better deal as well. Anna sighed heavily through her nose and lifted her eyes to meet the other sitting next to her in the cantina. ❝I’m just pissed that that stupid Corellian got the job instead of me all because he has a faster ship than I do, oh - and because he was a man. Trust me...it was a sexism issue.❞ She rolled her eyes before finally picking up her drink and knocking back some of the liquor. 

[soeven]

@hothrebels

“Snow storm?” Bodhi’s voice was dripping with disbelief. “But there’s no sand out there. How can there be storms on a frozen planet?” He had only just delivered a big shipment of weapons and provision to the rebel base on Hoth. The mission had been important, yet simple enough, just deliver and return. Now it looked like he was stuck on the white planet for at least a night.

Frustrated with the situation he paced back and forth by his ship. His body mirrored his upset state of mind, tense movements and furious shivering. He pulled his arm around himself and scowled at the crew putting the ship onto a temporary platform for service. The base was freezing cold and his fascination with the sparkling snow had cooled off with the temperature.

After being shooed away from the ship by an officer Bodhi felt his courage sink. What was he supposed to do on this frozen garbage of a planet? He walked aimlessly around the base until he found a box to sink down onto with a sigh. At least he wasn’t in anyone’s way like this.

[privateerings]

hothrebels replied to your post: i cant believe @hothrebels is imprinting on me...

i thought i was a crab not a duck

a dab

[intoxicatiing]

I can’t believe Ruby and Valeria are going to go hunt demons down together RIGHT

[privateerings]

❝You’re going to be okay.❞

Vace flares his nostrils, the warmth of his skin radiating into the air he breathes.

Breathe.

Salt.

This is hardly a place of comfort. It is far more comfortable than his own home simply because he associates it with hostility. Why should he ever want to return home? That awful place. Stars, this is better, but internal factors work hard to subvert it.

Breathe.

He wipes his face--his eyes particularly--with his shaking hands. She says what she knows helps. She is trying. It is best not to ignore that. He appreciates it.

He closes his eyes to regain composure. He is fine, they said. No he is not. He never was but they lied to him and she knows that.

The pale, warm hands on his face brush his messy hair away, and he leans into them. Could he just stay here forever? In her hands, in her arms?

He has to find a way. He has to get better. Or be thrown into the depths of the galaxy, forgotten, abandoned. But how? Salty eyes grow saltier again, and he can’t see straight. The young man looks up at Amhi and smiles, lips quivering, chin dripping.

❝I know. It... it just doesn’t feel that way right now.❞            

[privateerings]

"Do you know what my shirt is made of? Boyfriend material. " She's absolutely wearing his shirt as she says this.

His chuckle lasts for a whole 7 seconds. This really seems to amuse him. More than it probably should. Well done.

“Well, you are correct, my little crumblebun. It is infused with my charming essence. The boyfriend essence only activates when you put it on. That’s the price of beauty. I’ve sacrificed a part of my handsome soul so you could, if you wanted, take a part of me with you wherever you go.”

“ ... so does this mean you’re wearing me?”