#but having a reference url is fun...

[claitea]

on one hand i want the same username across sites so i'm easy to find. on the other hand i have the url "thoughtpeek" now bc i checked it out of curiosity

[hintcoined]

we need to talk about the end of this case because what

[nattikay]

I had so much fun putting my sona on the little Na'vi base I made recently that I had to do some more characters as gifts! 😸 there were two more I was going to do also, but just these four already took way longer than I anticipated and I need to move to something else for a while. Might come back to them later though... 👀

@arcadia-trash, Gwen is lucky she's a Reef Na'vi; she gets to keep the G and D in her name 😹 in the Forest dialect it'd be spelled Kxuwentxolìn. I based her loincloth on one of the designs from the Metkayina concept art, then for her top I tried to make it match the loincloth while still remaining similar to that initial sketch you did a few years ago haha. Also threw in some white shell/pearl accessories that would shine all pretty in the light as reference to troll!Gwen's moonstone skin :) also originally tried giving her some arm tattoos in addition to the chin and torso ones, but between the detailed chest piece and long curly hair I thought the area was starting to look a little too cluttered so I removed them. But I can still send you the version with them if you'd like! 😸

@the-tiny-dragons-tea-room, I know Kiwi is actually the name of your Sarentu character which may not be the same as the character in the sketch I based this on, but I wasn't sure what else to call her hrh. The sketch only showed her head so I had to take a lot of liberties with her outfit; tried to give her a kinda goth-ish vibe, hope you like it! 😸

[theflyingfeeling]

a very random rant in the tags lol

[porto-rosso]

new url 👍

[nerditudes]

when someone mentions tgp and you remember the blog you made for THIS BINGUS years ago.

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

im really sorry if this is a stupid thing to ask but im 16 and ive been trying to figure out what kinds of things i like, yknow for reference, and uh ik that people say that all kinks are ok but then they also turn around and say that some arent. and i keep getting turned on by rape scenes in shows and things and then i feel really fucking shitty about it and im not sure how i should. idk deal with that, if theres anything to deal with. basically the whole things confusing as fuck and i dont know what to do and you usually have answers

hi anon,

okay, here's the thing: what you're getting turned on by is people playing pretend. no one is in any danger, no one is actually being raped, depending on when the tv show or movie in question was made there's a very good chance there was an intimacy coordinator on standby to make sure everything was done respectfully and all of the actors felt safe and comfortable.

being turned on by a depiction of something bad happening carries no ethical weight, because being horny and enjoying fiction are morally neutral things. people who like Godzilla probably aren't into it because they actually want to see real people and cities be destroyed by a big lizard, you know? it's fun because it's pretend. it's made up.

would personal examples help? I love reading romance novels. I don't want romance to happen to me, that shit gives me hives. but I love to read about people catching feelings and figuring it out. and, hey, you've seen my URL. I love Batman. that doesn't mean I think actual billionaires should zoom around in tanks doing vigilante justice with children, that's fucking crazy. and you want a sex example? I think it's great when men are beaten, bruised, bloodied, and quivering miserably on the edge of death's door. that's so hot to me, I eat that shit up. does that mean I would want to see that happen in real life? jesus christ, no. if I find an actual man in extreme physical distress on the ground I'm not going to start bating my meat, I'm going to call a fucking ambulance and try to help him as best I can. because the way my brain responds to real people is completely different than the way my brain responds to made up people who aren't actually in any pain or danger.

there's nothing to deal with here, because you haven't done anything wrong.

[lifemod17]

@sillycartoonhozier @shortqueershakespeare @justjeansmain all tagged me in such sweet posts I'm going to cry brb 😭💛

Woe appreciation post be upon ye!!!

favorite writer: @pastlivesxpastlie @daydreaming-in-letters @padfootagain @lovenliterature <- yes, you! your poems are so beautiful okay?? all super talented and super kind souls, i have no choice but to stan!!!

favorite artist: @a-s-levynn @effervescent-fool @sillycartoonhozier @thatjeanguy @elkkiel @fivewholeminutes eternally grateful for all of the wonderful art that you share with us 🙏

favorite person in general: @tonguetyd loml frfr guys idk what to tell you, and after all she is the reason why i came back here on tumblr. i followed her to another platform no questions asked. what can i say, i'm a simp 💛❤️

favorite random people: @whataboutyouisamascot @polteergeistt @foundationsofdecay @songbirds-sweet @glitterghost @hysteriamachines @hozierawakening @raspbrrytea @dearreaders-things @doperunawaybarbarian always a joy to see these people on my dash/notes 🥰

favorite shitposter: @deprivedmusicaljunkie and @bubacorn top tier shitposters 😍

favorite act done by someone: valentine's day 2024, i had only been in the Sleep Token fandom for a few months and didn't really know anybody except Drift. (because of timezone differences) i had woken up to two asks in my inbox: one was of @melit0n who had drawn me pink tulips and put my real first name on the little tag on the flowers, which is extra dear to me because only few people call me that name and when they do, it warms my heart. the other was @fivewholeminutes who drew me the cutest litol guy tripping as a reference to 'Fall For Me' which is one of my all time favorite song. it meant the world to me because i was a nobody at the time, and here were these two kind folks who thought i was worthy of spending some time and effort to dedicate a drawing to 🥺

someone who just gives good vibes: @loveinthemindpalace the goodest of all vibes!!! such a sweet soul!!!

favorite url: @lesbeansoups that is just such a fun URL you cannot tell me otherwise!

someone i think is nice irl: @littlequeenofthemangoes i KNOW she's nice IRL, and so very precious!!

someone i’d eat 28 chilies for: @daredevils-advocate i would put all 28 of those chilis and make it into a nice sambal 💛✨

someone who listens to my yaps and yap posts: @shortqueershakespeare @shatterthefragments @tonguetyd no IRL yapping or online yapping gets ignored by them <3 also Patch literally said the other day he goes through my blog even if he doesn't understand what's happening whenever i yell about ST god bless

favorite reblogger: @moonchild-in-blue i always say it and i still mean it: i never want to live in a world without Darya's tags (not even solely on mine, in everyone's posts she reblogs! it's the best) 🌻🐞🐞🌷

sigma: BAL- nope i'm sorry wrong blog to continue that joke. @neonflavoredbees do not fight me on this okay ily and my answer is final

no pressure at all if you wanna do this too, this is purely just me wanting to spread some love. happy timezones to all 🙏💛

[febuwhump]

Question about the mods :D Out of curiosity

Have all mods been working all six years of Febuwhump? Or have they changed around a few times since the first one you ran?

as stated a billion kajillion times, there is only one mod! that is me! @tempestaurora!

6 years of history is a little different though, so here's how febuwhump still exists today:

6 years ago, febuwhump existed and was run by someone unknown. I do not have graphics from that event, I have never seen anything to prove it happened other than I was told it did (and a few fics on ao3), so the whole thing is like a murder mystery without proof that theres even a dead body. I asked around and tried to figure out who ran it in the years since and got firmly nowhere.

I think this mystery person (or people) only ran 1 year, but there's no way to be sure. either way, all of that febuwhump existence I refer to as the first febuwhump. After febuwhump 2019, the blog was deleted. The url became available.

at the time, I was in an irondad spiderson discord server and @hailing-stars (some might recognise the name as the only other febuwhump discord server mod ever) was sad about how the febuwhump blog had vanished and it was a shame. I think they'd taken part the year before and wanted to again.

I went, lol that doesn't sound hard to run. I'll run it so you can take part.

so for febuwhump 2020, which we call febuwhump 2: electric boogaloo, because it was a sequel to the original febuwhump, and I never wanted to claim being the original febuwhump, I ran specifically for just that one person, although 400 fics were written for the collection that year, and it wasn't that hard, and it went really well, and a whump blog interviewed me about it (which I can't find now).

and then I just kept going. like zero thoughts in my brain, every time the year wrapped back around to December I went, oh I guess it's time to plan febuwhump. hailing does not even participate anymore to my knowledge, I am just still going on auto-event or something.

so it's been me by myself the whole time! for 5 years! we had febuwhump 3: tokyo drift, fourbuwhump, feb five and now, currently, febuwhump: revenge of the sixth, which is why I have been hiding little obi wan kenobis in the blog art for a month and a half.

I am totally content to run febuwhump by myself, although every year I get a lot of people volunteering to help which is sweet. I just don't really need it. it's not a hard job lol.

but if anyone wants to solve the mystery of who ran the first febuwhump, that would be fun. I have been feeling a little like I've been standing in someone's grave for five years and I really want to be able to give credit where credit is due.

I also get asks every year about why the event is called "febuwhump" and not "februwhump". I even see people mistakenly tag the latter in their prompt fills. so the official reason for that is - I didn't name the event. a mystery person did. and we continue to use it because of brand identity and februwhump simply not sounding very good.

[salvadorbonaparte]

why does anon hate always have to point out my gender identity. there are so much funnier and more valid reasons to attack me. like the fact that I am getting a PhD for fun. Or that my url jokingly references Napoleon since 2016. Get some new material.

[ninjago-oc-appreciation]

Ninjago Oc Secret Santa 2024

What is a Secret Santa? - A Secret Santa is a gift giving event; you’ll be assigned someone to secretly make a gift for, and someone will make a gift for you. - It’s very important that no one knows that you are making them a gift and vice versa, that you don’t know who is making you a gift! Are there any rules? - Absolutely no N/S/F/W or Suggestive content is permitted for prompts, gifts, or references. This is /not/ an 18+ event. - No direct contact with the person you’re making a gift for; you can communicate through me or ask through anon on tumblr if you can. - No AI art/writing, Gacha edits, face claims, picrews, or bases will be permitted for oc reference submissions or gifts. - Oc x Canon and Oc x Oc ships are 100% allowed. - Fankids, sonas, and self inserts are also allowed; my only rule is that fankids of Lloyd x Canon ships are not permitted. - Please respect requests regarding holiday or seasonal preferences when making a gift. Don’t depict an oc participating in a holiday or seasonal activity that the creator asked not be depicted.

- For the art portion, you must draw the character(s) you were assigned and they must be visible (feel free to ask for clarification) How many ocs can be submitted total? - At least one oc is required, but up to three can be submitted ^^ What will I need for sign ups? - Refs or art that show a clear, colored depiction of your oc. - OR at least two pieces of writing for said oc (does not need to be a whole fic. Could easily just be a quick blurb showing how they’re written as a character) - Basic Information/Fun Facts about your character. This can be background information, relationships, likes/dislikes, age and height, personality, etc. - Suggestions or prompts for your gift giver. Stuff to help get their brain going. - Your blog name (not the name you go by online but the url name. Like @/Ninjago-Oc-Appreciation. Make sure it’s a tumblr url, and not from any other social media) What’s the general timeline for this event? - Sign ups will officially begin near the end of October, around the week of Halloween. - Assignments will be within the first couple of weeks of November. - You will have until December 23rd to January 7th to finish your piece. These will be the designated posting days. - January 8th to 14th will be the designated late week. How do I sign up? - In Late October, I’ll post a google form where you can submit your oc(s)! There will be one for writing and one for art! - Please reach out to me in someway after signing up. This can be through messages, asks, comments, etc. In the past we’ve had issues with the forms, where they’d “eat’ a submission, and I’d like to know when to check to make sure this doesn’t happen again. Additional Notes: - This will likely be the last year I host the writing portion of the event, unless a significant amount of people show interest. Last event we only had one person sign up, and the one before that we just barely got two. - Google forms does require an email in order to make submissions with images and documents, a necessary part of the sign up process. The process is entirely private on your end, so I will not be seeing the emails used. - We’ll be using #NOSS2024 and #SecretNinja2024 as tags for this event! That’s all! If you have any questions feel free to let me know, I tried to cover everything but I may have missed something!

[x4n-d3r]

🩸welcome to my hell hole of a life🩸

get a peak inside my fucked up mind🦇

read dni before interacting!!!

alexander/fang , 14 [for 4 more days :3] , indigenous , queer genderfuck . i use he/they/xe/it/pup/bat/fang [i <3 not conforming to societal norms] [also plsplspls use it/xe/my neos too, he is 100% still fine but pls use some of my other pronouns!! specifically it, i rlyrly wanna be referred to as it] , im a therian/otherkin and my theriotypes are grey wolf/american alsatian and my kintype is vampire !!

dni :: over 20 (following/reblogging etc is entirely fine btw!! I'm just not comfortable directly interacting with anyone older than that) , under 13 , pro ed/sh , ed/sh blogs in general , ableist , racist , homo/transphobic , xenophobes , transmeds/truscums , porn accounts , ai users , NAZIS , TRUMPIES , MAGAS , pedos , and please please do not send me donation asks/dms , I can't donate and even then most of them are scams , and I'm not going to interact with people using shit like that fir money because frankly it's fucked up

im based in central america , an omnist [i practice satanism , wicca , am kinda catholic but i do not go by the bible or anything that is preached , and am learning about helpol !] , im absolutely in love with music , tell me to listen to an album or song and i will analyze the shit out of it .

im an artist , i play bass guitar and keyboard , im a furry/kemonomimi , i loveveve collecting physical media and i currently own 13 vinyls and 19 cds and am working on collecting more :3 i also love books , like.. i own over 50 .

some of my favorite shows/movies are :: stranger things , supernatural , young sheldon , mlp , american horror story , arcane , bufallo 66 , but im a cheerleader , the nightmare before christmas , american psycho , resident evil ID , and helluva boss [i do NAWT support vivzie in any way]

my favorite bands/artists are :: my chemical romance , ghost , opal in sky , green day , deftones , pierce the veil , the used , pencey prep , the smashing pumpkins , misfits , black veil brides , bring me the horizon , lana del rey , marilyn manson , rob zombie , tx2 , zions journal , cigarettes after sex , caavetown , arctic monkeys , shauna dean cokeland , leathermouth , gerard way solo music , charli xcx , kate bush , sabrina carpenter , melanie martinez [also dont like them , i just listen to my vinyls still because throwing them out is not nice to mother nature] , fleetwood mac , lemon demon , will wood , frank iero solo music , kim dracula , corpse , eminem , set it off , scene queen , the front bottoms , taking back sunday , hawthorn heights , mother mother , violent vira , kagamine len , hatsune miku , ghost and pals , final girls , 6arleyhuman , ennaria , scary bitches , the cemetary girlz , this cold night , korn , limp bizkit , slipknot , jvb , ayesha erotica , sleeping with sirens and sososo many more [spotify is linked !!]

fun facts about me !!! :: im 5'10" , i have brown eyes and hair , i have this one bracelet that i havent taken off since i was 13 , uhh , the only shoes i wear are converse [and i have severe knee problems because of that but i refuse to wear anything else] , i have 3 brothers except my older siblings are 18 and 16 years older than me , and i have a bunny :3

spotify

pinterest

cool ppl/frenz :: @demolition-widow @ashertheslasher @fawn-fur @thestupidestseagull @iiiidiotnathanieliiii @s0l4r1s-x3 @swanerotica @autopsyangel666 @iloveillimcmillin @jellyfishguy2 @dilemma-danger @ghostface-com @poinkyboinky @undead-vamp +the rest of my moots , im horrible at remembering urls

thats all , gbye !!!

updated 5/14/2025

[charlottesbookclub]

time after time – chapter one (armitage hux x reader)

time after time masterlist

Summary: Much to the general's displeasure, Mitaka has arranged for Hux to meet with a captain who has recently transferred to the Finalizer. The meeting does not go particularly well.

Warnings/Tags: gn!reader; set pre-TFA; description of a medical appointment; medical anxiety; description of an injection; description of fainting as a result of an injection; Hux is quite rude lol, but hey he has to start somewhere, right?; as always, let me know if I've missed anything!

Words: 2752

Author’s Note: hell yeah chapter one babeyyyy!! I'm so excited for y'all to finally start reading this story! I definitely wanted to start Hux from a place where he was very much closed off to others, so that's why we get him being quite rude at this initial point. for me at least, it makes it even more fun to watch the trajectory of both the relationship and him as a character ☺️ I also want to give huge credit to a blog that used to go by armitages-galaxy for their incredible headcanons about Hux hating medical which have lived rent free in my head since I read them (if the person who ran that blog has a new url you'd like me to tag, please let me know!). I hope you enjoy the first chapter! 🥰

Hux’s datapad pinged. It was a message from Mitaka.

Don’t forget about your “exploratory interpersonal reconnaissance mission!" 😉

Hux scowled and snatched the datapad off the desk, furiously tapping out his reply. Ever since he had expressed his emphatic disinterest in using the word “date” for this forced meet-up, Mitaka had been creating ever more obscure and complex names to refer to it.

I never forget anything. Even meetings I do not wish to attend.

He cast the datapad back on the desk, running his hands over his face, pressing his palms against his closed eyes. How could he have let Mitaka talk him into this? Another ping.

Please try not to be so… Mitaka unsent the message, but not before the notification popped onto Hux’s screen. Another rush of frustration ran through Hux before something else took over. What was the last word in that sentence? Hux shifted in his seat, suddenly noticing an odd feeling in his stomach. Then Mitaka messaged again:

Please just try! I think you’ll actually really like the captain if you would just give it a chance

Hux huffed a sigh. This captain he was meant to be meeting was some academy friend of Mitaka’s older sister, recently transferred to the Finalizer from field work. Something about doing recruitment planetside. Hux hadn’t really been listening when Mitaka had explained it, which had been the vital mistake that had led to this whole mess. Somewhere along the line Mitaka had mentioned that the two of you would get on well, and Hux unknowingly made a noise of assent in response to the suggestion of a potential first meeting. He had just been trying to show the lieutenant that he had been listening – which, of course, he hadn’t been, although that was hardly his fault. He was far too busy preparing the plans for Starkiller to entertain the inane comments from his personal staff that he might benefit from someone in his life aside from his work. Hux scoffed at the memory. What idiocy. Someone else would only distract him from the many tasks at hand. But if it would get his staff to be silent on the topic for a while, he supposed he could at least show up.

I will be there. I have to be at medical first, but I will attend the meeting.

Hux sent the message back to Mitaka and checked the time. Kriff – he should already be on his way to the med bay. He combed his fingers quickly through his hair in the mirror, ensuring it met his standards for professional perfection. Another message pinged in.

KRIFF, Hux! Of course you’re doing medical too! You get one day off and you have to fill every second – I can’t believe I’m surprised 🙄

Hux just snorted and clicked the datapad off as he swept out of his quarters. It was true – he barely had time to sleep while operating under his normal schedule, so spending even half an hour in medical was out of the question. But what Mitaka didn’t know was that he put off these appointments as long as possible because he didn’t… he didn’t like it in medical. He couldn’t quite find the words for it – he knew no one particularly enjoyed spending time in the med bay, but there was just something about it that made him feel almost queasy. He had to take his uniform off. The medics touched his skin. They asked him lots of questions. He lied when necessary. They prescribed him new doses of his medications – stims mostly, for when he worked two or three cycles on no sleep. They gave him his required injections and he left. He was shaky for the rest of the day. Even the thought of it caused a little shudder to pass through him, but he tried to force it down. He straightened his shoulders and walked even more briskly through the halls. He had to survive this, then it was just a few hours until that cursed meet up with the captain, and then he would finally be free to continue the work he had been doing on some experimental designs. 

He steeled himself as his credentials unlocked the door and he stepped into the med bay. To the extent he was able, Hux tried to turn himself off to all exterior feeling as the medics completed their examination. Perhaps the meeting with the captain was a good idea after all, he mused, since his feelings of annoyance toward the impending appointment kept his mind occupied during most of the visit. It wasn’t until he was receiving his required injections that he let his concentration slip. The alcohol prep pad was suddenly very cold against his flushed skin, drawing his attention immediately. He felt the tiny prick of the needle, then everything got a little blurry around the edges.

Hux regained his senses laying on his back on the cot in the examination room. He looked up at the dark ceilings that were more brightly lit than elsewhere in the ship to better illuminate the medics’ work. He blinked a few times, struggling to regulate his breathing. The loss of control made him sick to his stomach, and he could feel sweat beading on his forehead. Then the faces of two medics came into focus over him, their expressions concerned.

 “General, are you alright?” One of them asked.

“Yes, yes, I’m just fine.” Hux forced himself to sit up, even if his vision got a little shaky as he did so.

“Sir, please. No need to get up so quickly. You should rest a moment longer,” the other suggested, her hands reaching out to guide him back onto the cot, but he brushed her away.

“Nonsense,” he retorted, though he knew she was right. “I have duties to attend to.” He pushed himself up to a standing position, careful to hide the way he swayed slightly on his feet. Collecting the rest of his uniform, he turned back to the medics who were still watching him with worried faces.

“Not a breath of this leaves this room,” he ordered, leveling his gaze meaningfully at one then the other, attempting to make sure they felt the weight of his authority even if his state of partial undress and his unseemly faint were making him feel rather less like a general and rather more like a small child.

“Yes, sir – of course, sir!” they both hurried to respond. Satisfied, he ended the interaction with a curt nod. Once the door slid shut and he was alone in the adjoining private waiting room, he allowed himself one long deep breath and a slight lean against the wall until his knees stopped feeling so weak. Then he donned the rest of his uniform and straightened his posture, determined to bury this moment of weakness.

The intervening hours between his appointment at medical and his meeting with the captain were long and unproductive. He alternated between anger at himself for his lapse in composure and frustration at the event that loomed before him. Both emotions pulled him from his work, leaving him sitting at his desk looking absently out the windows into space, his boot tapping the polished floor rhythmically. He debated at length with himself whether he should just cancel, but decided that one display of weakness was far more than enough for one cycle. He would meet the captain, exchange a few words, then say he needed to return to his work and do just that. Set in his intentions, he swept out of his quarters again at the time he had set for himself – it would allow him to be precisely a minute and a half early – and made his way to the officers’ dining hall.

Despite the squared set of his shoulders and the comforting weight of his greatcoat draped around him, he noticed his steps falter just slightly as he walked through the doors. He rarely ate in the dining hall, preferring to swallow a few bites of a nutrition bar in his office between commitments. There was no need to turn the consumption of one’s required nutrients into an event. He saw a few of the officers look up, back to their trays, and up again upon realizing they had seen General Hux in the dining hall. He ignored their glances, using most of his concentration to search faces for that of the captain. He had looked up your personnel file of course, and he had a sense of what you looked like from your official identification image. His eyes swept back and forth across the tables until he noticed you sitting in a booth near the back. Instinctively, he moved to pass a gloved hand through his hair to ensure all the strands were perfectly at attention, only to realize his hand was shaking slightly. Scowling, he stalked toward your table.

You hadn’t noticed his approach yet, which allowed him a cursory inspection of you. He immediately wished he wouldn’t have looked. You looked… nice – good. No, professional. Good as in professional. You sat up straight at the table as though at attention, your uniform crisp and well-fitting. The sharp lines accentuated the shape of your body, throwing it into relief against the wall behind you. No, not like that – it was just that you clearly took pride in wearing your uniform, something the general could appreciate. He suddenly felt faintly warm and a bit lightheaded. Before he could notice anything else, Hux swallowed hard and closed the distance to your table. 

“Captain,” he addressed you. You started slightly in surprise.

“Oh, General Hux! I’m so sorry – I didn’t see you. I—” you moved to stand and greet him, but he motioned for you to remain sitting before situating himself in the seat across from you. It felt like he noticed every movement you made; your hands twisted together in your lap, your gaze flitted around nervously, your shoulders seemed to fold forward slightly before quickly correcting themselves. Hux was beginning to think he was having an adverse reaction to the injection. To add to his list of odd symptoms, he now felt sweaty and a bit queasy.

“I got us both a caf,” you gestured to two cups on the table. “I wasn’t sure if you drank—” 

“Not at this time during the cycle,” Hux interrupted. This strange illness was putting him on edge – he didn’t have time for this nonsense. 

“Oh, um… I’m sorry,” you murmured in response, one of your hands moving from your lap to rub mindlessly up and down your arm. Hux watched the motion for a moment before forcing himself to focus. What had been in that injection?

“What is it you want, Captain?” he asked sharply, barely able to keep his foot from drumming on the floor. He needed to get back to his quarters and contact medical. The abrupt question brought your gaze to his in an instant, and Hux suddenly felt like he might be about to faint again. Looking into your eyes, he felt dizzy, like he wasn’t quite sure where the floor was anymore.

“Well… I just— I didn’t want anything really. I just transferred to the Finalizer and Jeela – I mean Captain Mitaka – said her brother knew you and that it might be good to— well, that maybe we could—”

“Do you have a point, Captain?” Hux interrupted you again. The sound of your voice was having a strange effect on him. He was feeling a little breathless and the queasy sensation in his stomach was becoming stronger. He was certain you could see him sweating.

You had stopped speaking, but your mouth remained open in a surprised ‘o’ for a second longer before you appeared to realize and snap it shut. He caught your gaze again for just a moment, but he suddenly felt like he was falling. Then you averted your eyes and the sensation ended abruptly. 

“I think I should go,” your voice was even softer than before, and almost a little… hoarse? You hurriedly collected your things and stood. Hux echoed the movement.

“An excellent idea, Captain. I have much that needs my attention,” Hux said with as much authority as he could muster given his clearly sickened condition. You nodded absently at the statement, and turned to go, your eyes catching his once last time before you left. He thought for a moment that he had imagined the beginnings of tears pooling in them, but quickly ascribed this to his eyesight going slightly blurry as a result of his unknown illness. He turned in the opposite direction and walked quickly back to his quarters.

Within half an hour, he was back in medical, much to his displeasure. The head medic flipped through reports on her datapad, shaking her head slightly.

“Well General, the attending medic says he noticed no adverse reactions to the injection when he performed his examination of your condition just now, though he did make a note of your symptoms. It is not unusual to faint as a result of an injection. I would presume you are simply experiencing some lingering effects of that faintness.”

“You’re certain there’s nothing seriously wrong?” Hux pressed, clenching his hands into fists and trying not to sound too desperate. He had had hours to recover from his faint and hadn’t felt any symptoms in that whole time until he met with you. He was certain it had to be a delayed reaction to the injection; it wasn’t logical for it to still be the effects of the faint.

“Based on these reports, I’m quite certain, General. But if you experience new or worsening symptoms, be sure to contact us immediately. I would recommend trying to get some rest.”

Hux just nodded, collecting his greatcoat and returning to his quarters again, his mind swimming, trying to make sense of his odd illness. Removing his uniform and placing each piece in its designated location, he allowed himself to collapse into his bed for once. Sleeping was not something at which he excelled, but he couldn’t let this strange affliction affect his work, and if the head medic said that rest would help, then he was determined to try. Just as he was attempting to get comfortable, his datapad pinged.

Kriff, Hux I thought I told you to TRY

Hux let out a heavy sigh and rubbed his hands over his face before responding to Mitaka’s message.

I was unwell. I had to return to medical.

You treated the captain like bantha shit Mitaka shot back. Anger bubbled up in Hux’s throat. No he hadn’t – he was legitimately unwell, and the captain’s presence seemed to exacerbate his condition. He was completely justified in cutting the meeting short. He cast the datapad aside, deciding not to validate Mitaka’s comment with a response. Anyway, what kind of way was that to speak to a superior officer, even if Mitaka was on Hux’s personal staff? Perhaps he’d write up an infraction report in the morning.

Hux rolled over, pulling the sheet up to his chin. He closed his eyes, hoping the sweet yet fickle embrace of sleep would see fit to grant him some rest. Instead, Mitaka’s words echoed in his head. He let out a huff of annoyance, already drafting the infraction report in his mind. But then those thoughts faded to a remembrance of his meeting with you. Against his wishes, his memories played the interaction over and over again. He saw you once more, the smart figure you cut in your uniform, the small gestures that had captured his complete attention, your soft, faltering voice, the depth of your gaze when it met his. 

For the first time, he realized you were nervous to meet him. How could he have been so oblivious? Every word and action screamed it now as he played everything back. And that last glance – were those tears? Kriff – what had he said? He could see you so clearly, but he could barely remember a word he had spoken. He gripped the sheets and pulled them even tighter around himself, as though the pressure would push the memories from his mind. Mitaka’s words echoed through his thoughts once more, but this time instead of the hot rush of anger, he felt his stomach tie itself into knots. The image of tears forming in your eyes lodged itself in his mind as one cycle clicked to the next.

[hellsite-hall-of-fame]

By total accident nearly typed “hellshit” while trying to type “hellsite” in reference to both you and this beloved demonic entity of the internet. Do with this what you will 🤷‍♀️

I mean, “hellshit hall of fame” does have a nice ring to it….. and also I might go save that blog url if it’s available, just for fun

[botanikos]

Good evening!

I have decided to slowly but surely archive this blog. I will keep it as a reference and a back-up. Ultimately, however, I will cease to roleplay here altogether. I genuinely appreciate everyone who welcomed and included me in the fun! In truth, I never expected to enjoy myself so much, and didn't know what I was walking into after years of absence and jumping into a new fandom. To say that I was welcomed with open arms would be an understatement!

It's not really a goodbye. I will be moving to a very private and mutuals only blog. I will not be openly offering the URL or promoting it for this reason. Additionally, with very few exceptions, it will be Helluva/Hazbin exclusive. When I feel ready, I will reach out to some or follow directly from the new blog. Please do not take it to heart if I do not follow you from it.

Where you can still find me: Many of you already have my Discord; At some point or other, I will likely make a new one SOLELY for RP purposes. For now, I only have the one. Additionally, I will continue to be relatively (or low-activity) active on my multi-muse, and my OC blog.

I will make an announcement when this blog officially reaches archived status and I move from it completely! For now, it is still relevant.

[mysummerchild]

hello leo,,,, heleo!!!!! you have a superache url (icon behaviour) so whats your favourite song from the album?

ahahah i love the heleo!! hi nemmie <3

fun fact i actually made the url before listening to superache and falling in love with conan, because I read it on a quote on pinterest, but I love it even more now that it's because a conan reference!!

i love superache, so it's hard to pick, but I think I would have to go with either disaster because it's such a fun song which still packs a punch emotion wise, or family line because it makes me cry everytime 😭

hbu??