#general hux kin

[findinyourkin]

Hello! I’m General Hux from Star Wars, looking for anyone. :) Please like and I’ll get back to you.

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[thebirdthattoldu]

born to smoke and speak in a clipped accent forced to interpret peoples vague posts on the internet

[dark-empress-rey]

A Disturbance in the Force

I was eighteen when the Republic, and the entire Hosnian system, was destroyed.

I watched from the bridge of the Supremacy with its large windows. I could feel the energy coming from Starkiller Base. Its power was great and terrible to behold. I knew there was no going back after this. The First Order was declaring outright war, though it had pretty much already begun. Eliminating Luke Skywalker had dealt a tremendous blow to the Resistance…and now, with the Republic obliterated, their main support and source of funding would be gone.

I kept my face stoic throughout General Hux’s speech, which came in through the speakers on the bridge. I don’t think I had ever heard him speak so passionately. Many systems would surrender after this, which is exactly what the First Order wanted. Complete control. I didn’t know how to feel about this at the time. I was conditioned to obey orders, and to silence the questioning voice in the back of my mind. Imposing order was the best way to maintain peace in the galaxy, or so I was told. All I knew was that it would be more work for me, which was fine by me since that usually meant I got to venture outside the Supremacy. I craved freedom more than anything, a desire my Master always took full advantage of…

It was the first time I felt the unfathomable disturbance in the Force that was not just one planet being destroyed, but five, an entire star system. Nothing had prepared me for this. I heard the billions of deafening screams in my mind for several agonizing moments, and then they were suddenly silenced. My spirit was overcome with feelings I couldn’t describe at the time. I felt the galaxy’s loss within my body, within my very soul. It started as a deep pain in my chest, then in my head. It was all I could do just to keep standing. I grew so dizzy I placed a hand on the window in front of me to steady myself. My breathing became labored and I felt sweat on my face.

I felt detached from Starkiller Base. It was Snoke’s and Hux’s project for the most part and I didn’t have much of a role in its creation. I just knew it was going to be similar to the old Death Star, only bigger and more powerful. It was a very different story once I became Empress and was directly responsible for the destruction of worlds. The first time I signed off on the obliteration of a planet, I became so ill the moment it happened I threw up and was in severe pain for hours.

I never told Snoke what I had felt when the Hosnian system was destroyed, but I think he knew. He was well aware of the Light inside me and the conflict it created. Anytime he sensed this conflict he would chastise me and sometimes punish me. I had successfully quelled the Light deep enough to the point where I could kill or torture without feeling remorse, but it would sometimes creep up to the surface when I least expected it, such as when the Hosnian system was no more. Someone as connected to the Force as I was couldn’t deny such a colossal loss. I wondered if Snoke felt it too, and if it affected him at all.

[buffshipper8490]

Rated Mature

Chapter Summary

The Knights of Ren visit the Kuat Drive Yards; young Dade navigates the decrepit streets of Coruscant under the First Order’s oppressive rule; Chancellor Hux and the Supreme Council meet with the Warlord Cabal...

Excerpt

From his cushy office in the Capitol, Chancellor Armitage Hux watched with some satisfaction as the crowds below dispersed. It would be a quiet few days thanks to their swift action on Kuat. An execution always the best means of control, for a fearful populace was a compliant populace-- something his father both knew and appreciated. If only Brendol Hux could see him now. Armitage had accomplished more in his life at just thirty-six years of age than his father ever did during his accursed lifetime. Hux caught a glimpse of himself in the transparisteel and scowled. Premature grey streaked his once flaming red hair at the temples, giving him a resemblance to his father that was both uncanny and unwelcome. Still, he refused to dye it and he even smoothed it back, making sure it was presentable. He considered himself the true leader of the First Order, and a good leader led by example. The pit of Hux’s stomach churned with hate for Kylo Ren. Ren’s hair was the furthest thing from regulation. A small detail, to be sure, but details mattered, and this one represented everything Hux hated about Ren. He was the exception to everything. Outside the rules. Disordered. While Ren and his mongrel Knights gallivanted across the galaxy in search of the Jedi and their assorted kin of conjurers and soothesayers-- wasting the First Order’s time and resources-- Hux remained on Coruscant, keeping order and administrating. Their rebirth as an Empire had been achieved according to his design, not that overgrown man-child with a laser sword! When Hux finally took his rightful place as Supreme Leader, the first thing he’d do was make Ren cut off his hair. Or simply remove his head with the hair still attached. Boot heels clicking against the polished floor alerted him that he was no longer alone. “Chancellor? The Cabal requests a word with the Supreme Council," came the voice of his second in military command, General Enric Pryde. Hux’s face crumpled in distaste. Still, he followed the general down the hall to the War Room. "I trust the mission to Mustafar went smoothly, General Pryde?" asked Hux with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. Pryde's lip curled. The older man had arrogant blue eyes and a high hairline that seemed immune to perspiration. "Yes, Chancellor. Leader Ren had opted to take the last leg of the journey to Exegol alone, however." Hux scoffed. “He’s gone mad,” the Chancellor said, the contempt in his voice obvious even to his own ears. “Flames of rebellion burn across the galaxy, and Ren chases a ghost.”

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[casp1an-sea]

Comfort Characters

Fathers:

Steve Rogers AKA Captain America

Tony Stark AKA Iron Man

Han Solo

Doppo Kunikida (BSD)

Mother:

Hera Syndulla

My Boys:

Tech :3

Armitage Hux >:(

My Boyfriend:

Azul (Caszul/Caszurole)

Mon Mari:

Rook Hunt (Hunter’s Song/Chanson du Chasseur)

My Wife:

Jade Leech (Frilled Shark)

(so Floyd is my brother in law)

Fictional Found Families:

The Bad Batch

The ghost crew

My special little guys:

Kwazii Cat (Octonauts) (Kin)

Lewis McCartney (H2O) (Kin)

Luke Skywalker (SW) (Kin)

Thorax (MLP) (Kin)

Shining Armor (MLP) (Kin)

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo (SW)

Qimir/The Stranger (SW)

Cal “Carl” Kestis (SW)

Alexsander Kallus (SW)

Howzer (SW)

Gonky (SW)/srs

Unidentified clone trooper  (332nd Company) AkA ARMS (sign my petition) (SW)

Coran Horn (SW legends)

Anakin Solo (SW legends)

Arista (Little mermaid)

Johnny Cade (Outsiders)

Crutchie (Newsies)

Raph 2012 (TMNT)

leather head 2012 (TMNT)

Spider-man in general

Harry Osborn 2002 (Spider-Man)

Gwen Stacy AkA Spider Gwen/Ghost spider (spider Verse)

Braco (Violeta)

Tenya Iida (MHA) (kinda an f/o?)

Kyoya Ootori (OHHC)

Tom Harris (Alex Rider)

Alex Mercer (JATF)

Harry Hook (Descendants)

Mathew (Og Lego friends)

Noble Bell college student council aide AKA Travis because I have decided that is his name (Twst)

Nick Nelson (Heart Stopper)

Elle Argent (Heart Stopper)

Daring Charming (EAH)

Sokka (ATLA)

Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel)

Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel)

Stolas (Helluva)

Ozzie (Helluva)

Better then Blitzø guy (Helluva) (Look I don’t ship him with Stolas he was just nice okay let me have this)

[ao3feed--reylo]

To Take a Wife

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/5DAq6R3

by Hormonal_Trashbag

“The Resistance would never trust you enough to agree to negotiations,” she told him after a few minutes.

“It is fortunate, then, that I have no intention of negotiating with anyone. I will graciously offer up their General, and the Resistance will return my wife in exchange. There are no other options.”

Well, he could also kill them all and take his wife from the top of a hill of corpses…but that hardly needed being said. Besides, he was fairly certain that option wouldn’t endear him to his runaway bride. For this to be clean, he needed a fair exchange to occur.

He could see her starting to panic, her eyes darting around the corners of the small, stark room as she searched for an answer. She knew as well as Kylo did that the Resistance would do a lot to get Leia Organa back. Even sacrifice one of their own.

“Who…?” she asked at last, “Who is your wife?”

Words: 4414, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M

Characters: Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rey (Star Wars), Leia Organa, Finn (Star Wars), Chewbacca (Star Wars), Knights of Ren, Poe Dameron, Rose Tico, Beaumont Kin, Armitage Hux, Dopheld Mitaka

Relationships: Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Kylo Ren/Rey

Additional Tags: is Kylo a reliable narrator? doubtful, the dove is on life support, emotional manipulation but he doesn't see it that way, The Resistance is Not Nice (Star Wars), Kylo might be a tad delusional, shifting into HUSBAND MODE, not very understanding but still gentle and tall, Force Bond (Star Wars), The Force, Canon Universe, Supreme Leader Kylo Ren, Empress Rey (Star Wars), She doesn't have much choice, Canon-Typical Violence, prisoner exchange, Dubious Consent, She gives consent to sex but not to circumstances, Smut, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/5DAq6R3

[noname-kins]

Welcome to my kin blog.

I don't have a formal list or carrd right now. Just don't be an asshole or bigot and we should get along fine.

I'm a crow (obviously). I also kin from fictional sources based on spiritual, psychological, and memory-based connections.

You can call me "No Name". Kin names also work for me. I'm a he/it.

Obviously I have a lot of problems going on with my head, just keep that in mind while we're interacting. I tend to forget.

Until I build an actual Carrd or other website, here are my kins:

Cat [Animal] (Kin)

Crow [Animal] (Kin)

General Hux [Star Wars Sequels] (Kin)

[enkisstories]

Stormtroopers were good for only one thing: war. Fortunately for Finn that saying didn't just refer to shooting at targets. His education covered basic tactics both in and outside of combat.

For example, when deep in enemy territory, stealing provisions served two purposes: Securing yourself an edge and sabotaging said enemy.

Finn therefore hit the souvenier shops. One look at the items on display made him gag. There was the ring Poe wore on a chain around his neck and right next it to lay it Rose's half of the Hays minor pendant. And next to that was Paige's half, that had been lost in space. And each of the three objects were marked for sale along with dozens of identical copies.

Had Finn harbored a tiny shred of doubt about Jerry's words, the sight drove home the truth. His reality was a play performed in a theme park. Nothing had been real except in terms of the money it generated. It was sickening.

On the other hand... A "Visit Batuu" t-shirt was a neat souvenier regardless of whether you bought it in the real Black Spire or in Detroit.

It was probably the first time in twenty years that Finn was wearing a piece of clothing that wasn't equipment, First Order regulation leisure wear or booty claimed from enemies.

If only he could have savored that moment after the war! The war they couldn't win now, because it had never happened.

A multipurpose tool and some cash in his pockets and a combat knife in his shoes, Finn left the city-themed section of the park and entered the forest-themed one.

Soon enough he happened upon the Resistance camp. It lay abandoned under the night sky with its single moon.

An abandoned Resistance camp! How awesome was that?

Finn had wanted to visit one, had looked forward to take his future kids to see it and to tell them that nobody would ever have to fight again because the Resistance had stood victorious. That fight Finn had known and felt confident to win.

But the one he had taken up now, the quest to free his fellow theme park androids, wasn't even against a tangible enemy.

Finn picked up a sweater that a park visitor had lost on a bench. He pulled it over his head not for warmth but to cover his t-shirt.

After all, when you were an android on the run from your owners who also owned a Batuu theme park, then advertising that very same "Batuu" on your body wasn't a good idea.

Only a wall was between Finn and a shaky freedom now.

Only one obstacle to escape Galaxy's Edge, but the door to who knew how many new obstacles between Finn and freeing his android kin.

Rey... Poe... Rose... and in a twisted turn of events also Phasma, Kylo and Hux, who were no longer the enemy, but enslaved sentients just like himself. It was almost too much to process even for his brain that Finn now knew to be a computer running an EM-500 O.S.

[kincalling]

Hello. I am a General Hux fictive from Star Wars. I'm loooking for quite anyone, really. 18+ only, please.

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[starwarskin-help]

Vaporwave-ish aesthetic for General Hux with self-empowering quotes and visuals with architecture.

[canon-callers]

Hello there. I'm General Hux from Star Wars, looking for my Kylo and my Phasma. I was dating Kylo (i /think/ we were dating? We had..Something.), and Phasma and I were close friends and knew each other from The Academy. I was a trans man in my canon and had a cybernetic arm. I think I achieved being emperor? Maybe? Maybe not. Anyway I'm over 18 now, so no one under like seventeen. Like or reblog this and I'll shoot you a message. Thank you.

Good luck! -Mod Credence

[kinmoodsforcooldudes]

{Armitage Hux - Star Wars}

For anon, who defected to the Resistance, and asked for dark greens and nature to be incorporated. (I’m Leia and not only was I super proud and pleased to make this board it also sounds familiar! :0 We should talk!) Anyway, hope you enjoy it, Hux! -Mod Yve

[canonhollers]

Hello there. I'm General Hux from Star Wars, looking for my Kylo and my Phasma. I was dating Kylo (i /think/ we were dating? We had..Something.), and Phasma and I were close friends and knew each other from The Academy. I was a trans man in my canon and had a cybernetic arm. I think I achieved being emperor? Maybe? Anyway I'm over 18 now, so no one under like seventeen. Like or reblog this and I'll shoot you a message. Thank you.

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[dark-empress-rey]

Establishing Dominance

I was sixteen and in the middle of a combat training session with several officers. My Knights were training on their own on the far end of the room. The Commander was walking around observing and barking orders occasionally. He was like a drill sergeant. The Commander always got on my nerves, but on this day, I lost my temper.

I was sparring with an officer and the Commander was hovering around us a particularly long time, just shouting unnecessarily. I got distracted by his barking at one point, and the officer got a hit in, which landed me on the floor.

“Get up, scavenger scum!” he shouted down at me.

My eyes flared in anger. I took a deep breath, bent my knees to my chest, and jumped to my feet, wooden staff in hand. But instead of continuing to spar with my partner, I walloped the Commander in the face with the staff. He stumbled to the side and I proceeded to Force Push him all the way to the opposite wall where he collided hard and fell to the floor.

Everyone stopped what they were doing. Several of the officers stared wide-eyed as I stood breathing heavily, hoping I had broken at least a few bones.

The Commander was escorted to medical and I was summoned by General Hux soon after. I entered his office.

“Ah. Miss Rey. Thanks for coming. Have a seat.” He gestured to the chair in front of his desk. I crossed my arms and didn’t move.

“I like standing,” I said simply. “Sit down!” he said sternly, dropping his polite demeanor. “I will not! I only take orders from Snoke, and he’s not here!” I started pacing around the office.

Hux slammed his fist on his desk.

“And that, right there, is your problem. You’re insolent, arrogant, hot-headed, and you think you’re untouchable just because you’re the Supreme Leader’s pet!”

I stopped pacing and looked at him sharply. I walked straight up to Hux, hands splayed on the smooth desk. I looked straight in his eyes, glaring daggers, just inches from his face. It helped that we were close in height.

“I am no one’s pet!” I said in a low but deadly voice. “Could have fooled me, because it seems you need a tighter leash!” “My ‘problem’ is ignorant fools always telling me what to do.” “You think you know better?” “I know I know better!” “Enough! I’ve received several complaints about you -“ “All from the same ignorant fool,” I said, rolling my eyes. “- and we need to address your behaviour.”

I leaned forward across the desk.

“What are you going to do, Hux?” I asked in mock curiosity. “What could you possibly do to ‘rectify my behaviour?’ Make me scrub the lavatories? I had worse on Jakku. Make me run laps around the ship? I’d enjoy the exercise. I’ve been humiliated, I’ve been raped, I’ve been tortured, there is nothing you can do to me that hasn’t already been done! And the last person who is going to disrespect me is that spoiled, arrogant, son of a bitch!”

The window on the left wall cracked in several places…not enough to shatter it, just enough to remind Hux later that I had been there. Hux jumped slightly at the sound and glanced at the window while I kept my eyes on him. I took a breath and lowered my voice.

“So…you could deal the worst punishment you can think of, and have it do absolutely nothing…or, you could do the smart thing, and I know you’re smart. So here’s what’s actually going to happen. You are going to have a sit-down with 'Commander Compensation' out there and tell him to stay the fuck out of my way, and show me some damn respect…and no one need get hurt. Can you handle that, General?”

Hux blinked a few times, probably in sheer shock that I dared speak to him in such a way. He seemed at a loss for words.

“Um…I-I’m sure we can…come to some sort of agreement-“ “Wonderful…are we done here?”

Hux took a deep breath. “Yes, we’re done.”

“Thank you,” I said with a polite smile. “Have a nice day, General.”

I straightened up, turned, and left the office.

[aesthetics-and-edits]

General Hux (Who Likes Kylo Ren and Space and Needs Constant Reassurance) Aesthetic

for anon

(Mod AP)

[jayridessolo]

I’ve been struggling a bit Kin-wise. I feel so bad as Kylo Ren-

I feel like I need to apologize to Leia, Rey, Han, Chewie, Finn, Hux. Fuck it, Anakin too. For not becoming what he wanted to.

So I’ll be writing letters in different posts for those people.

I just can’t stand that I died not being able to tell my mom I love her.

I cry at night because I killed my own father.

I wanted to be Ben Solo. I never liked Kylo Ren. I hurt so many people and I never got to save anyone. Well, one person.

Stay tuned.