‘Oh,’ Hux says. His voice comes as if from under a pile of rocks, raw from so much screaming… ‘They sent you to finish me off? That’s a clever touch.’
– Ceasefire, part two of the Children, Wake Up series
@hollyhark, I humbly offer you my first attempt at digital illustration! This image, Ren carrying Hux out of the bunker, has been stuck in my head for months. Your description of Ren’s rage and power here – so unstoppably angry that he’s calm within it – a magnificent massacre – is just too gorgeous.
i’m learning, now, that tumblr puts your artwork through a fucking woodchipper in order to upload it, so just trust me, this is supposed to be better colour/quality. now i know. sorry if it’s different on mobile.
My gift for @kalikatze
As a way to thank people who have contributed to my gofundme, I entered their names into a random sorter to win a drawing of their choice. The request this time was Emperor Hux with a submissive Kylo.
I have a little bit farther to go to reach my funding goal, so I am offering a second drawing. Anyone who donates now will be entered to win it.
Thank you to everyone for your support!
Yo if Robb Flynn’s 50 year old ass can figure out how to tag the original poster and copy and paste their original commentary when he reposts art they drew of him/photos they took on Instagram then y’all Internet age motherfuckers can learn not to repost other people’s art without credit
Apparently, I don’t draw them kissing enough…😢
By which I mean it was pointed out to me that I might not actually have ANY drawings of them kissing on my blog, so…. 💋 kissy sketch dump💋!!
It’s a toss up between the ‘cheating at poker’ and ‘good luck’ kisses for me! 😂💕
Keep You Safe
“Sir, is this the empathy test?”
“Yes. You ready? Okay. First scenario: You’re walking along a desert. You look down and see a tortoise -”
“What kind, Sir?”
“What kind of tortoise?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t know. A desert living kind, I guess.”
“Okay.”
“So the tortoise is laying on its back, baking in the sun, its stubby legs wriggling, trying to turn itself over. What do you do?”
“I help turn it over and then I start digging a hole in the sand.”
“Why is that?”
“My memory clusters show that desert living tortoises often live in burrows where it is cooler and there might even be moisture down there. Maybe it could not get to its own burrow in time, so I make a new one for it, to hide from the heat.”
“Your memory clusters have that kind of information stored? Interesting.”
“Why is that interesting, Sir?”
“Well, because non of that information is useful in a battle scenario.”
“I am sorry, Sir, I do not recall where I picked up that particular information.”
“Hmm, okay. Next question: You are in an alley. There are men hurting another, but the victim reminds you of men, who have hurt you in the past. What do you do?”
“Sir… These men… are they scientists?”
“It doesn’t really matter for the test, but sure, why not.”
“The man… is he like you, Sir?”
“What do you mean?”
“Will he be nice to me?”
“You don’t know that. You can’t know what will happen in the future. But he is being hurt now.”
“I would protect him.”
“Why?”
“I would always protect you.”
“This test is not about us.”
“I would still protect you.”
“Why?”
“You are nice to me.”previous – next
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