#kaneq

the internet needs more KanEq ~DraftyDrawing

my rating of the ship from 1-10: TEN OUTTA TEN CAUSE IM RAREPAIR T R A S H

My favourite uncommon ship. . . He's so sweaty, she'll probably never wear that dress again :P

          What happens first is that you notice your bolt of black silk has gone missing. You waste minutes searching for where you could have mislaid it, never mind that you know exactly where you left it. You can't think what could possibly have happened, as your mother never interferes with your sewing and the only other guest in your hive is-- Ah. Oh dear. Oh no.           You find Equius standing in another room, staring out a window, and you absolutely cannot bring yourself to look at the cloth he has clenched in his hand. That cost you literally an entire month's allowance. Yards upon yards of finest silk, ordered specially from halfway across the planet, only waiting for you to begin working on the patterns you spent weeks selecting-- And he couldn't even cut a piece, no, he had to unwind the entire thing. And ruin it. When you call his name, he jumps and turns... and mops at his forehead with your black silk.          When you ask him where he found that cloth, you already know what the answer is. But he refuses to reply to you. Even though he must know that you know, even though he must be plainly able to see how absolutely furious you are-- You can see the dawning look of understanding on his face, even as he breaks out into a fresh sweat, and again absently wipes it away.           He tosses the bundle of cloth at you, hitting you in the chest, and you can't help wincing at the disgusting dampness of the thing. And no, he couldn't even restrict himself to ruining a corner of your bolt, because you can see wet spots dotted here and there down its entire length. You're not even sure you can bring yourself to check the rest for salvageable sections. And then he has the nerve to demand that you fetch him another towel.          You snarl some half-formed threat, captchalogue all your belongings in reach, and stalk away before you can do something rash. You eventually lean up against a wall to breathe and fold your... distressingly moist bolt of silk. Well. Although the fabric may do you no good now, why not see whether you can do anything more to needle the troll responsible for ruining it? You think through the possibilities and feel your lips curl into a smile as you slowly walk back towards your sewing room.

requested by: pimpetaleijon

bluuh, quick prompt fill for HSWC Bonus Round 2. I don't know how to fashion. 

I wanted to draw this cosplayer . Sadly, I do not know who did this cosplay. ;n;