“Why do you wear your face like that?”

Nie Huaisang's hand comes up partway to Meng Yao's face before his fingers curl inwards. Meng Yao's eyes go wide and tremulous before the corners of his mouth curl into a small smile, like one of the soundless laughs shared between them in the midst of a banquet speech.

Some species remain colonial year round while others only gather together for winter hibernation.

Accountant AU! Frank is an accountant, Gerard is an artist. Romcom ensues

Gentrification is the consumption of the working class.

There are worse things than being lashed.

Prompt: "swimming in the buff". Carcer watches with ill intent.

Evening is the customary time for intercourse, David has helpfully informed her, but it makes no difference here. Nothing makes any difference.

Old (2012-ish!) fanart of Anders Dragonage from my fic Rabbit Heart. Technically unfinished… just like the fic!

After everyone but himself and Jyn died on Scarif, Bodhi did his best to hide from anything resembling excitement. Unfortunately, the Force - and the New Republic - had other plans.

They do a lot of talking in the sweet air of the control room, about everything and nothing.