the beautiful thing about the “there are two kinds of kylux shipper” posts is that, when you go into the tags / notes, it’s full of people saying “i’m both” and “I love all hux/kylo!” and I just really appreciate those posts for that reason
Writers: Here’s General Hux. He’s Purley evil, with no sort of remorse or feelings over all. He literally destroyed several planets and you’re supposed to hate him
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Fandom: ….. K but what if he had pink hair?
Peering around the corner, Ren blinked as he saw Hux sitting on his bed, a cello between his knees. His side was to Ren, but his eyes were closed as he leaned into the instrument, long pale fingers playing over the neck, the other hand drawing the bow over the strings. His face was utterly content, a small smile curling his mouth as he played. The way the general cradled the instrument in his hold was oddly intimate, and Ren almost considered leaving, but he stood, transfixed.
I’ve wanted to draw some art for Loyalty for ages. It’s by far my favourite canon universe stand-alone fic, I highly recommend you read it!
dispatches from the dumpster 