#hux has no chill

[sariastrategos]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Armitage Hux/Kylo Ren Characters: Armitage Hux, Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rey (Star Wars), Leia Organa, Han Solo Additional Tags: Hux is not happy, When is he ever, the royal family love medieval times, hux likes cooking, his leftover game is strong, but he needs to chill, he should have listened to Han, Kylo surprisingly to the rescue, they’re so soft, even while Hux is spiky, debut appearance of Jasper the OC who may be seen again, you can take that leftover chicken home everyone, medieval times, A wretched hive of scum and villainy if Hux ever saw one Series: Part 3 of RenFaire AU Summary:

He’d sworn, solemnly sworn, that he would never set foot in that money grubbing sham of an establishment. He’d proclaimed it loudly, he wouldn’t be caught dead in that pit of historical inaccuracy, cheering to an overblown performance by scripted knights.

Medieval Times.

What a disgrace. The owners should be ashamed of themselves.

The Royal Family thought it was funny. And since he was dating the prince, he was obliged to come to family events. No matter how the place chafed.

[ellalba]

I saw the Barbie Movie trailer.

Two scenarios for this: either they got caught without their license (thank you @kyluxtrashpit for this hilarious thought.

Or Hux is mad they had to defect to the New Republic and Kylo is just chilling with the knowledge Mommy’ll get him before he has to spend a single night in jail.

[brawlite]

some horror fic recs for october 👻

i wanted to put together a rec list of my favorite horror fics for the spookiest month. there are a bunch of different flavors of horror in here as well as a number of different fandoms, so hopefully you can find something that tickles your fancy (though ngl i would still rec reading these bad boys even if you don't know the fandoms at all).

i tried to tag tumblrs when/where i could find them, but if i couldn't, the author name links to ao3.

a reminder as always: this is horror—please read all the tags.

thanks for reading and i hope you find something to enjoy!

also, pretty please feel free to reblog and add your favorite horror fic recs.

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the ghost apple tree by @thefearofcod

10k words, rated m song lan/xue yang/xiao xingchen (the untamed/mdzs) summary:

Fixing up a decaying house in the woods is the same as addressing your problems. (sxx is haunted)

brawls' notes: i think about this fic a lot; i'm haunted by it. this is by far one of my favorite horror stories i've ever read—the vibes are off-the-charts and horrific in a very visceral, tense way. made me feel weird (positive). i hope it makes you feel weird too (this is a threat).

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convergence by @astrophyllitely

33k words, rated e lan zhan/lan xichen, lan zhan/jiang cheng (the untamed/mdzs) summary:

Lan Wangji regains consciousness in a crashed spaceship on an unfamiliar planet. He is not alone; Lan Xichen is there. He is not alone; Jiang Wanyin is there. But never both at once.

brawls' notes: space horror? check. psychological horror? check. uneasy and tense alien vibes? also check. beautiful push and pull of the narrative, paired with an an intense feeling of claustrophobia. there's a particular moment that had my heart right in my throat. stunning.

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mockingbird by MarInk

82k words, rated e stiles stillinski/peter hale (teen wolf) summary:

Stiles works tirelessly to keep the roof over his heads and longs for a proper challenge for his brains. Peter chafes under his sister's authority and nurses big, bloody dreams. One day, the two are connected by a mistaken text message. One never knows who is on the other end of a wrong number. Sometimes it's somebody one will come to cherish and adore. Sometimes it's a ruthless, unapologetic monster. Sometimes it's both.

brawls' notes: sometimes you read something and are just blown away by it, forever altered. that's what this was for me. want a type of monster-au you've never seen before? this is it. also: ostensibly a wrong-number au, but don't be fooled. (i was.)

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never meant by nonhicsumus

3k words, rated m alex krycek & dana scully (the x-files) summary:

Sometimes the past isn't worth digging into.

brawls' notes: whump and psychological horror? plus alex krycek?? my favorite. every word of this is perfection—i instantly wanted to read it again for the first time. you can.

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fais do-do by @moku-youbi

18k words, rated e will graham/hannibal lecter (hannibal)

summary:

“Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change.” ― Mary Shelley, Frankenstein (this fic does not have a summary, but begins with this quote)

brawls' notes: a different-meeting au packed with everything you need for the perfect horror story: violence, blood, a chase scene, and an unreliable narrator. delightful.

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blackbird, fly by @acroamatica

19k words, rated m kylo ren/armitage hux (star wars: tfa)

summary:

One sunny afternoon in the mountains of Washington state, Ben Organa-Solo walked out into the woods. He never came home. Six years later, a journalist specialising in missing-persons cold cases decides to follow his footsteps and see where they might lead.

brawls' notes: a masterpiece of vibes. this reads so much like a spooky mystery novel, but with a creeping, anxious dread. perfect for the season if you want that true autumnal sort of chill. i've carried this fic in my heart for nearly a decade now—it has inspired me in my own writing so much over the years.

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grey stars on the rise by @iodhadh

4k words, rated e song lan/xue yang/xiao xingchen (the untamed/mdzs) summary:

Xiao Xingchen comes back. Xiao Xingchen comes back wrong. It takes too long, maybe, for Xue Yang to realize something is wrong with Song Lan too.

brawls' notes: the exact embodiment of: be careful what you wish for. brutal and crushing and so deeply, utterly satisfying. absolute yi-city perfection: the vibes are wretched but strangely romantic (chefs kiss).

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half your life you've been hooked on death by @whatever-you-can-give-me

4k words, rated m vash the stampede/nicholas d. wolfwood (trigun) summary:

Wolfwood is cornered in an alleyway. Things get worse before they get better.

brawls' notes: and what's a horror rec list without a little bit of gore? whump and blood and near-death-experiences—oh my. this is brutal and feverish and exactly the right flavor.

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black rock mountain by @bokuno-jinsei

24k words, rated e will graham/hannibal lecter (hannibal) summary:

Will is a hitchhiker with questionable hobbies. Hannibal is a man who has questionable motives. When Hannibal drives by Will who just so happens to need a ride, things quickly take a turn from the questionable to the downright depraved.

brawls' notes: you know That Fic that is really the epitome of that pairing for you? yeah, this is it for me. perfect alternate first-meeting fic. lives rent-free in my head.

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and hey, why not be a little self-indulgent: i can't help but rec a few of my own horror fics here, too:

old growth

21k, rated m song lan/xue yang/xiao xingchen (the untamed/mdzs) summary:

There’s something in the woods outside of their hometown. Xue Yang and Song Lan are going to find it.

brawls' notes: i tried something new with the formatting on this one and i think it panned out solidly and was a desperately fun way to tell the story. this is full of spooky, sleepless forest vibes.

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what's real or isn't

57k, rated e kylo ren/armitage hux (star wars: tfa) summary:

Hux's new house is not haunted. It isn't.

brawls' notes: i honestly love playing favorites and this is one of mine. this was a load of fun to write—it's chock-full of vibes, personal experiences, local history, and love notes to my favorite horror stories.

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acquiesce

16k, rated e original luo binghe/original shen qingqiu (svsss) summary:

After seeing the gentle and loving Shen Qingqiu of the other world, Luo Binghe returns to his own with a hunger that can only be satisfied by one thing—a Shizun of his very own.

brawls' notes: this isn't spooky or haunted, but it is psychological horror—packed with nightmares, flashbacks, dread, and manipulation. enjoy!

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and that's it! hope you find something fun to read for this october 🖤

and again—please reblog and add your own horror recs if you are feeling so inclined!

[hux-and-gay]

just spontaneously wrote a one shot, it’s actually really cute. I’m really proud of this one.

no Archive warnings apply

No Archive Warnings Apply

745 words, 1 chapter

Tags: Fluff, Neck Kissing, Soft Armitage Hux/Kylo Ren | Ben Solo, Kylo Ren has ADHD, comfort, Established Relationship, Sleepy Cuddles, Implied/Referenced Sex, Morning Cuddles, Morning Kisses, Morning after Sex

Summary:

Hux wakes up to Kylo very focused on some task, but Hux is unsure what it is. Either way it feels good.

Hux’s eyes fluttered open. He quietly huffed, brain still foggy from sleep. He wanted to check the time on his datapad but his room was cold and the blankets were warm. If he extended his arm out to the bedside table it would invite the cold into his soft cocoon. He groaned, pulling his head under the covers for a second to rub his eyes.

“Time.” he called out quietly, and his datapad responded in its robotic drone confirming it was only 0300.

He had gotten up earlier than he needed to, which wasn’t a surprise as he had slept surprisingly well and fell asleep earlier than usual. He was about to settle down and close his eyes to get a few more minutes of rest when he felt gentle touches along his back and shoulders, followed by soft inaudible whispers.

“Kylo?” He called out hoarsely, contorting his neck to try and look over his shoulder at the man who had been laying behind him. He still couldn’t really make out what he was doing.

Kylo ignored Hux, pushing him back onto his side and huffing in a frustrated manner before continuing his motions.

Shivers ran down Hux’s spine. He couldn’t deny whatever Kylo was doing felt good. Feeling his warm fingertips ghost against his skin, sending little sparks across his body, and reminding him of each loving bruise and mark left behind from the night before.

“Ren, what are you doing?” He asked, followed by a relieved sigh as Kylo pressed down a bit harder on a knot in his shoulder. Was this a massage? It was different from the ones he normally gave.

Still Kylo didn’t reply. Hux grumbled and was about to say something when he suddenly made out one of Kylo’s mumbled whispers.

“Seventy five,” the man hummed quietly. Followed by an even softer “Seventy six.”

Then it sunk in.

“Kylo… Kylo, are you counting my freckles?”

He turned back to look at him again and Kylo made a half serious grumpy frown.

“Yes, so stop talking and moving, you’re messing up my count.” He replied.

Hux chuckled to himself, turning back over. Wondering how long Kylo would keep this going before getting bored. But after nearly ten minutes of counting Hux started to wonder if he’d ever tire.

Hux rolled over onto his opposite side so he could face the knight. His eyes traced over Kylo’s flushed chest, and hair a muss from sleep, then finally his swollen pink lips held a gape having stopped speaking mid number.

Hux took Kylo’s hand which was still pointed outward towards him as if he were stuck like this, and squeezed it tightly.

“Kylo, Love, you’re never going to count them all.”

Kylo rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t done,” he huffed. He tried to say so in a joking manner but Hux could see how bothered he was.

“So you want to be staring at my back all morning?” Hux questioned.

“No…”

“That’s what I thought. Now get to work.” Hux instructed scooting closer to him. The blanket fell off of their shoulders slightly but the warmth of their bare bodies pressed against each was enough to combat the chill.

“What?” Kylo questioned, confused.

“There’s a lot more freckles to count on my face aren’t there?” Hux replied.

With that Kylo smirked, leaning forward and kissing him on his brow bone. “One.” He said before moving to Hux’s cheek and doing the same. “Two.”

Hux closed his eyes as his face was covered in Kylo’s soft tender kisses. Sighing and sinking into the pillow beneath his head. He moaned quietly when the ninth kiss was planted on his neck where Kylo lingered a moment gently sucking on his sore skin.

He felt Kylo’s large hands gently caress his jaw, turning his head ever so slightly. “Ten.” Kylo whispered into his ear, planting a kiss on Hux’s lips.

“That’s not a freckle.” Hux replied, trying to hold himself back from smiling to much.

“No, but perhaps it’s better.” Kylo answered, placing another kiss on his lips and holding it there this time.

Hux laced his fingers through the knights tangled hair, leaning himself into the kiss, gently biting his partner's bottom lip, who hummed back in response.

They stayed there like that for a while before finally breaking away.

“I think that was my favorite one to count.” Kylo teased.

“Well I think you missed a spot.” Hux whispered, and kissed him once more.

@kira-mortham

@dragonflies-draw-flame

@piecesofeden11

@not-so-allegiant-general

@irrationalgame

@blackberry-command-cap

@huxkisser

@rommonoch

@lessdenied

@fives-ren

@vitriolicia

@lavendergarnet

[penncilkid]

Alright, I'll bite. (Sparked by this post) I'm gonna preface this with some context: 

First off: I'm Black in case you're unaware

Huxley is my favorite speaker. Full stop. You ask me to choose, it’ll always be him. 

Likewise, you ask for my favorite listeners, I will say Starlight and Darlin'. (I'll save my Starlight rant for another day)

My designs for both Huxley and Darlin are Black.

With this in mind, I want to be clear from the jump: I don’t have an inherent problem with these headcanons. If I did, I wouldn’t have chosen then myself. That said, I have noticed that Hux and Darlin are, more often than not, the characters that get headcanoned as POC (specifically Black) in design rosters. In some cases, they are the only POC designs present. Why is that?

Furthermore, the more often I notice this pattern so to speak, the more I sit and think about why those headcanons are so popular. I find my answer when I think about the characters I see headcanoned as white most often. Tell me why it’s "practically canon" for Lasko to be pale with light/white hair. Tell me why white Sam "just makes sense". Why? Because Lasko's a nerdy ball of nerves that stumbles over his words? Because Sam’s a sweet Southern man at heart? Those are not inherently white attributes.

Except they're treated as such. They go virtually unchallenged because they're so widely accepted by fandom. People see these personalities and character details and come up with their vision. So, let's apply that to Huxley and Darlin, shall we?

Huxley: Athlete. Canonically implied to be big, as indicated by statements made by him and other members of the DAMN crew. Classified as a himbo with parallels in Imperium highlighting how some will view him as stupid. Overall chill vibe.

Darlin: Reckless with their safety. Known to lash out/lose control of their emotions when they’re not actively hiding them. Gets injured often because they’re too stubborn to run from trouble. An overall intense demeanor that makes them difficult to approach (at least at first). 

Explain to me why this screams Black to so many people. Is it because Huxley's a dumb jock who you imagine gets stoned all the time? Oh, is it perhaps because Darlin is just so aggressive compared to your Golden Retriever-coded Asher, needing to be calmed down by everyone around them? And here's the thing: I can already imagine people saying, "That's not why I made them Black". Then explain why it "just makes sense" for them to Black. Why them out of a sea of characters? Make it make sense.

Now let me make this clear as well: I'm not expecting every headcanon to have elaborate thought behind it. For one, I get that some people take a more casual approach with designs and such. Not every choice has to have a reason or justification behind it. But when literally 95% of the Huxley designs I see are Black and half of y'all don't even know what a fucking durag is? Saying it leaves a bad taste in my mouth is putting it lightly.

You know what I wish I saw more of? Black Huxleys and Darlins with attached nuance.

Give me a Black Darlin who struggles to articulate how they feel with the people in their lives because they haven't been readily given the language to do so. You want to pair a Black Darlin with a White Sam? Why not talk about how POC have an insanely difficult time getting support from the medical system so not only does it explain why Darlin is so resistant to go to healers, but also gives an extra weight to the fact that Sam was their absolute last resort when injured? Give me a Black Darlin who has been taught their entire life that no one will have their back, that they need to learn how to depend on themself alone, and that's the reason why they struggle to feel like the pack would've cared when the Quinn shit went on.

You wanna talk Black Huxleys? Let's touch on how he's learned to control his emotions/anger because he knows how people will take it if it comes from someone who looks like him. Talk about how his moms teaching him not to use violence speaks to a deeper desire for him not to be viewed as a threat because they fear for his life otherwise. In one of his BAs, he mentions how a lot of people used to sleep with him/flirt with him solely because of his body and he could tell. Do you know how often black men are sexualized and fetishized? Why not talk about it through him? I see people explore that concept through Gavin constantly, where's the energy for Huxley? You wanna make him Black so bad, why not actually put some thought behind it? Because right now, it seems like he gets the "luxury" of being the token Black guy in the DAMN friend group at best.

I know a lot of people are probably going to dismiss this post. I am already anticipating that as I write this. But I'm so tired of pretending like this shit doesn't get to me. Because it does. I've got no intentions of leaving this fandom because I have met so many amazing people and adore Erik's content immensely. But what I am going to do is talk about the widespread normalization of attributing certain personality traits to certain racial groups. Because the non-white people in this fandom deserve better than that.

[generalkenobee]

Needy whore

Warnings: name calling, degradation, mentions of female masterbation, pnv, reader is on birth control FEM!reader, dom!Kylo, reader worshiping kylo, choking but little to no force, rough sex turns into soft sex, reader is the only person allowed to call Kylo Ben

This was your punishment. You were trying to get a rise out of Kylo so he'd fuck you harder but things didn't go as expected. "Well if you're going to act like this then I won't give you any sexual attention"

The past two weeks had been so long and agonizing. All you could think about was Kylos heavy cock and how it would feel to pump. You've thought about masterbation but it wouldn't even work, your body has become so used to him you can't do it by yourself. Your fingers are too small, your hands too soft, and you don't have the same stamina he does.

You wanted to be filled up to the brim with his seed while he continued to push in deeper, you needed him to pull your hair, fuck you against a wall with someone in the next room, his large rough hand would travel down your belly until it was rig-

"excuse me? Are you even listening or are we wasting our time miss (L/N)?" General Hux's voice rang through the empty hallway. You weren't even sure what he was talking to you about, something along the lines of needing help with a new droid?

"yes sir- I mean general" you responded quickly straightening you back and looking him in the eyes. "Very well, you may go-"

"thank you si- general!" You cut him off running to the supreme leaders quarters to try to beg for forgiveness

•••

"please!" You whined with Kylo standing in front of you while you spread your legs around him so you could rub your cunt on hit boots. "No" his response was short and cold.

"I'll do anything.. Please Kylo! Please let me cum!" There were hot tears running down your face at this point. "I- I need you!"

"is that it? Too pathetic to make yourself cum?" His voice was deep and would've been scary if you hadn't been dating for over 3 years. "Do you need my help?" He questioned grabbing your jaw in his left hand while cupping your vulva in his right.

Your hips rutted up into him while your eyes rolled back, moaning in ecstasy. It was such little pleasure but it meant the world considering it had been so long.

Kylo pulled your face forward forcefully pressing his full lips to yours. Oh God his lips... They were so plush and soft, the feeling of them on your pulsing clit was unmatched. You moaned into the kiss trying to pull him over to the bed. both your hands were on his biceps pulling him further toward you till he was practically laying atop you crushing you under his weight.

"mmm.." your arms wrapped around his neck scratching his scalp while Kylo gently ran his middle finger down your stomach to the very start of your slit. "Please"

"needy whore" a chill ran down your back when his finger slowly dragged down you "you're my white though, you'd never act this way towards anyone but your supreme leader, isn't that right?" You loved when he talked like this, and you were so lost in his words you didn't respond. "I asked you a question." Kylos voice rang in your ears while his hand wrapped around your throat as a warning. "Yes Kylo, no one knows me like you do"

"no one gets to see this side of you but me" your head lifted off the mattress to kiss him again while his finger started slowly rubbing circles on your clit "thank you, thank you so much" you feel short of breath as your head lulls back onto his pillows, eyes closed. You still felt his fingers but he wasn't rubbing you anymore, instead he was getting his clothes off.

About 15 minutes had passed of him teasing you with the force "augh! I'm c-close- mmhmmm, please" but it stopped "nice and wet hm?" You nodded your head reaching over for his hard cock pumping him softly "I'm soaked"

Kylo put his hands on your hips lifting you up to straddle him while his head rested on his headboard "slide it in whore, wanna see how bad you want it" at that sentence you yanked him up to your entrance moaning while you slid down with ease "maybe I've been too cruel?" Kylo said with a questioning tone "ma-maybe you have.. neglecting me, and my needs" your throat felt tight and you couldn't continue your sentence "careful baby..." He said looking at you through thick lashes. Your eyes rolled back at the feeling of his cock inside you at last and the feeling of his hand around your neck.

Eventually it became softer sex, less choking and more kissing, less degradation and more praise

"B-Ben..can you" you stopped in fear of looking stupid. Although your boyfriends hand slightly tilted and you felt the similar feeling of his middle finger on your clit once more. "Ben!" Your hands flew up to his shoulders squeezing as you clenched. "I-I"

"I know baby, go on"

[bratty-telepath]

Don't Hold Your Breath

What's this? Laveau wrote a fic again and forgot to talk about it? Yes, he in fact did. Here's a DAMN polycule fic with a focus on Lasko as he goes out with the group on a roller-skating date. This focused on a time before Lasko got his listener and FL is named "Fern". Enjoy this snippet!

Lasko hesitated a moment, about to cast a feigned smile their way before they cut him off with a genuine twist of their brow, not the kind they gave Gavin to deliver a silently sarcastic 'really?', or the kind they gave Damien when they were quietly telling him to chill, not even the one that Huxely got when they wanted the names of anyone who was slightly mean to him. Nope. None of those. It was the one that felt like a quiet whisper in the wind–something that Lasko appreciated the most, because it was never loud or overwhelming, it just was, and the look in particular held a simple kindness that promised only safety. "I just–I don't want to embarrass you guys." He admitted, focusing his attention on their warm, honey-coloured eyes as he let himself unwind. "I know, I know that you said that it was ok if I didn't know how to skate and that you'd teach me but I don't want to trip and make myself look bad in front of you guys–and I know that it's silly to feel like that because of course I might trip up and fall while I'm out there since I'm new to this but I really just want to look good for you guys like Huxely because he's new to all of this and he was nervous but even he's calmer about all of this than I am and he's having fun and I didn't want to ruin it for you guys either by being a mess–but here you are now, looking after me–" A kiss cuts him off and Lasko immediately feels like he's melting under their touch as they hold him together all at once with just their lips. The contact isn't rushed or dizzying but instead it's soft and thoughtful as Fern takes their time being there with him in the moment. They break the kiss and peck his cheek. "You're not going to embarrass us. We're here to have fun and if you're not having fun here, we can go somewhere else too." Lasko nods. "Thanks, but I do want to be here. With all of you." "Cool." With some careful movement of their hand, the freelancer his palm into holding their own. "Do you want me to help?" He nods again and they smile softly before easing over and whisking hold of his other hand. "First, ground yourself by widening your stance, then bending your legs." He does as told(somewhat clumsily if he was honest) and is awarded with a kiss to the forehead. "Good boy."  His heart nearly leaps out of his chest after that but he manages to keep his head on enough to keep paying attention. "I'm going to push off now. Just stay like that and don't try to rush into standing yet, I'll move us. You just keep your balance, okay?" "R–right."  Lasko takes a deep breath following afterwards and just as said, he starts to feel the wheels on his skates move as he stays within form. "You're doing good, just feel yourself moving. You don't have to do anything, I've got you." Lasko looks back to measure the distance between the couple and the barrier before their words call him back.  "Hey, focus on me, sweetness. I've got you."  His eyes are on them again and right then, the air elemental swears that an angel has graced him with their company. He hadn't noticed it much before but now that they were closer, Lasko could see just how seamlessly Fern moves. Even as they skate, their feet seem to move with somewhat of an effortlessness that makes Lasko feel like they're flying as they pull him along. Their hands shift closer on his body, never breaking contact but pulling him closer until they've gotten him fully on his feet and pressed right against them. "You okay?" "So–so good. I'm okay, very okay." They giggle. "Good. Now, just push yourself forward with your feet. "

Wanna read more? Check it out here!

[dominimoonbeam]

Practice Makes Perfect - 7

the college au. from the start on ao3.

haha this fic started off as pure smut but has turned into complicated as hell relationships and emotions...

David/Asher, Milo/Sweetheart, Gavin/Huxley

Practice Makes Perfect - 7

Somewhere between the locker room confession and getting out of the showers, most of the team had decided they all needed breakfast.

Asher tried not to sneak glances at David… or outright stare at him. He’d said he liked him. In front of everyone. And as much as Asher’s mind tried to convince him he meant it as friends or was trying to patch up the awkward situation between them… he knew that wasn’t what David had meant.

Asher was pulling his hoodie from his locker, the team already talking food and carpooling to the diner. David came up beside him, their lockers side by side like always. He palmed the back of Asher’s head, ruffling his wet hair before sliding his hand down to give the back of his neck a subtle squeeze that sent chills through Asher’s whole body. “Ride with me?” he asked.

Asher almost bit his damn lip, nodding. He liked the public affection, subtle but somehow screaming loud. They’d always been touchy, but this was different.

They needed to talk but right now, this was nice. This was fucking perfect. Maybe Asher didn’t want to talk. Maybe talking would ruin it. Asher tended to ruin shit by talking…

They all made their way out of the locker rooms, into the morning air, spilling toward the parking lot.

He stopped, forgetting all his own shit when he spotted Huxley and, of all people, Gavin talking just up the path. Hux had taken off quickly. He did that sometime and Asher still hadn’t figured out if he should stop him or not. Maybe he needed to get away from the crowd? Maybe he didn’t want to hang out? As much as Asher would respect that, he just wasn’t sure that was it.

There was something awkward about Gavin and Huxley’s conversation. Hux was twisting the strap of his back and edging a step back, to the side, like he didn’t know how to get around the man in front of him… who was half his fucking size.

“Huxley!” Asher shouted, smiling and peeling away from the group. “There you are! Fuck, you left in a hurry.” He stopped like he was surprised to see Gavin. “Hey, Gav. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you up this early…”

Whatever strange nervous look had been on Gavin’s face was gone, replaced by the smooth flirt Asher had known for years. “Oh, I think you have…”

Asher grinned and leaned up to throw an arm over Huxley’s shoulders. “We’re going to get breakfast. You coming with, Hux? I’m trying to get a pancake eating contest going.” He nudged his chin at Gavin. “You want to come too, Gav?” He was already turning Huxley toward the parking lot and the team.

He was more than a little surprised by how Gavin hesitated. He even asked Huxley if it was okay. What the fuck was going on between them? And when did that even happen?

Milo spotted Gavin and the team was soon cat calling and begging the notorious art major to join them, some offering to win the pancake eating contest in his honor and others trying to talk him into joining. Gav flourished under the attention, even pretending he couldn’t figure out Milo’s helmet, getting him to put it on for him.

Asher still had an arm over Huxley’s shoulders, but didn’t catch any signs of jealousy. In fact, it was Gav sneaking peeks at Hux, not the other way around. What the hell was between them? “If you really don’t want to hang out, we can drop you at the dorm, but you should come! This place has the best pancakes.”

Huxley nodded. “Sure. Yeah, I mean if you guys don’t mind,” he said.

Asher grinned, steering him straight for David’s truck.

Darlin was pitching a mock fit about Gavin stealing their ride on Milo’s bike and asking why he never buckled their helmet on for them.

“If you don’t move your ass, you’ll be walking!” David warned, hitting the button to unlock the truck just before he reached the driver’s door.

Darlin whined but sulked to the back seat.

They all climbed in, Hux in the back and Asher sitting shotgun.

David waited pointedly until the last of them, Darlin, buckled up, and then pulled out of the lot.

Milo zipped around the truck, earning a hard scowl from David for dangerous behavior that Asher just knew would come up later and already laughed about.

“So,” Darlin spoke first. “What’s up with you and Gav?”

Asher twisted around to look at them, torn between scolding Darlin and really just fucking wanted to hear the answer.

Huxley shrugged. “Nothing. Why?”

Darlin laughed. “Nothing? Are you serious? Because it looked a lot like he’d been waiting for you to get out of practice to talk to you.”

Huxley’s eyes widened in surprise. “What? No, he wasn’t.”

David tipped his head, focus still on the road, but Asher saw it. David definitely thought Gavin had been waiting too.

“When did you two meet?” Asher asked, making it sound casual rather than the fucking interrogation Darlin was launching. They had the subtleness of an avalanche. “Do you have a class together?”

Huxley shook his head. “We talked at that party last night.” Another shrug.

Darlin waited for more.

David repositioned his hand on the steering wheel. He knew something…

“Well, you must have made an impression,” Asher said.

“He wasn’t waiting for me,” Huxley said again.

“You just talked?” Darlin asked, still hung up on that detail.

Asher laughed.

David nudged his shoulder. “Sit forward,” he complained in a low mumble.

Asher was still laughing when he dropped back onto his ass in his seat, facing forward again. David had a thing about car safety and though Asher was inclined to laugh in the face of safety rules most of the time, this was not one of those times.

“Are you not into…art students?” Darlin continued to puzzle out the situation, grinning around their words.

Huxley blushed, Asher saw it in the rearview mirror. “It’s not that. It’s not… anything. I just… He wasn’t waiting for me,” he said, always in that chill, deep voice, making Asher think he might actually believe it.

Darlin sputtered, ready to argue.

“I’m starving!” Asher whined.

David scoffed. “That’s not new.”

“Your hook up last night didn’t give you breakfast?” Darlin asked, attention shifted, they grinned at him in the mirror.

Asher smirked back through the glass.

“So, who was it?” Darlin leaned forward, against the back of David’s seat to look at Asher, waiting for the story, daring him to tell it. Darlin had a real shit starter streak.

Asher shrugged, ready to take that attention to give Hux a little respite.

“Oh, come on! You can’t all be this tight-lipped.” Darlin froze, a little smirk pulling at the corner of their mouth as they tried to come up with a joke. It was there in “tight-lipped” waiting to be found.

They pulled into the diner parking lot and before the truck was off, Darlin’s door was open. The team was gathering on the sidewalk, Miguel trying to negotiate waffles instead of pancakes for the challenge.

Darlin practically dragged Huxley out of the truck with them.

Asher waited, expecting David to be grumpy now or ask him about the guy last night. Nothing had happened, but it wasn’t like he knew that.

David turned off the truck and looked at him, eyebrow raised in a silent question of why they were still in the car.

“You’re not going to ask?”

David unbuckled. “Ask what?”

Asher smiled, the moment alone growing until he realized it was the first time they’d been alone since last night…since everything went to shit. “So, we’re… okay?”

David looked at him, surprise flaring behind his eyes. “Ash…” He reached out and touched the side of his neck, thumb stroking under his jaw. “I meant what I said. I like you. You’re my best friend and…more.”

Asher bit the inside of his lip to try to stop the creeping smile and the urge to ask dumb questions. Questions like, “are we dating?” which might land him right back where they were last night—in a state of awkward nothing.

David frowned at him. “You’re quiet.”

Asher blinked, realizing David still had his hand on the side of his neck, even with the team right there on the sidewalk roughhousing and laughing with each other. He was suddenly afraid to say anything because it was definitely going to be the wrong thing.

David’s frown smoothed out, serious but no longer scowling. He dropped his hand, like he just realized it was there. “If you’re uncomfortable with PDA—” he started.

Asher laughed, surprising them both. “Sorry. No. What?”

David went back to frowning but it looked like his usual grumpy face, not the real one. “You’re acting weird, Ash. If this was too much or—”

“It’s not too much!” he burst and then felt the heat rush to his face. Fuck. He sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face. “It’s perfect. It’s great. It’s… I don’t know. I don’t want to say the wrong thing again or assume too much.”

David stared at him, shaking his head a little. “You never said the wrong thing. I was just surprised. I hadn’t really… thought about changing things between us. Which is stupid because we’ve been messing around and that’s sort of changed things already, only… it didn’t really. It’s always been you and me.”

Asher nodded, his heart pounding in his ears.

David raised an eyebrow. “You’re… Ash, you’re still not talking.”

“Are we dating?” Fuck! The words jumped out of his mouth.

David grinned like he’d won something and nodded. “Obviously.”

Obviously? Asher leaned across and kissed him like he’d wanted to since last night, definitely since he’d been thinking of kissing him since he touched his wrist and said he liked him in the locker room. David groaned when Asher tongued him before breaking the kiss and sitting back—keeping it short and sweet because they were, in fact, still sort of visible to anyone trying to peek.

“So… If I pretend I have to go to the bathroom, will you follow me—”

“No! Gross. A public bathroom? Fuck off.”

Asher laughed and opened his door, hopping out of the truck. “I can pretend to drop a fork under the table and—”

“Shut the fuck up!” David grumbled.

-

Milo and Gavin had been the first to reach the diner, because this wasn’t the first time he had Gavin on his bike and he knew the other guy wasn’t afraid of speed.

Gavin hugged him from behind. Milo remembered the first time he’d given him a ride more than a year ago. Gavin had grinned like a wolf at the bike and Milo offered him the helmet and a ride. He perched on the back with his hands behind his hips and his teeth nipping his lip, unsure but excited. Milo had gotten on and started the engine.

“Don’t fall off,” Milo had told him then.

“I’ve never fallen off,” Gavin replied instantly with that sharp note of innuendo. They’d met at parties but that had been the first time it was ever just the two of them. Gavin’s chest touched his back and then pulled away, trying to figure out how to keep his seat on the bike without wrapping around him maybe? “Um…”

Milo had never heard Gavin hesitate. He waited, ready to turn the bike off if he’d changed his mind.

“How handsy am I allowed to get with you here?” Gavin asked, playing it off with charm but a note of real uncertainty there.

Later, thinking back, Milo knew that was the moment they became friends. He looked back at him and smiled. “As long as we don’t crash and you stay in your seat…”

Gavin beamed, slid that inch forward to press against his back and curled arms around his middle.

Milo parked right in front of the diner. Gavin unraveled arms from his chest, dropping one to give Milo’s thigh a flirty squeeze before sliding off the bike. “I really love that thing,” Gavin admitted, looking at the bike while unclipping his helmet.

Milo killed the engine and got off, taking the helmet from him. “Should I be jealous?”

Gavin sputtered. “Definitely.”

Milo held the door for him, the diner mostly empty as a trail of vehicles rolled into the parking lot behind them. He smiled at the waitress and told her how many they were going to be and that they could take a few tables and booths together since there wasn’t going to be a table that big.

Gavin followed him to the table rather than ducking back out to the sidewalk and the gathering team. He and Gav got along great, but it wasn’t like him to pass up a chance at playing around with that many rowdy jocks.

“So, what were you doing up this early?” Milo asked, sitting next to him on the same side of the booth.

“Hm? Who says I went to sleep?” Gavin countered, sliding in across from him. He looked out the windows, smiling at Darlin’s antics before his expression wavered, serious and uncertain, eyes following Huxley.

Milo blinked. Had he been waiting to talk to Hux? Huxley was nice. Like, really damn nice. He couldn’t imagine there being bad blood between the two. What could Hux possibly have done to upset Gavin?

The doors chimed when the group started pouring in, the tables and booths around them filling up. David slid into the booth across from them, settling into the corner with Ash right next to him. Menus were being passed around, laughter filling the room. David stretch an arm along the back of the seat, behind Asher. It wasn’t really anything he hadn’t done before, but Milo bit back a smile. Those two idiots had been stumbling around each other for years. He was happy to see them finally sorting it out.

Huxley seemed to be one of the last ones standing, looking for a seat.

Milo would normally point out the ones at their table and encourage him to take them, but suddenly he wasn’t sure. What if something had happened between him and Gavin?

“Huxley,” David said, holding out a menu.

Asher scooted in, giving him plenty of room on his other side.

Gavin sat up a little straighter, suddenly interested in his own menu.

Milo had seen Gavin mad at plenty of people and this definitely wasn’t that. He looked across the table to catch Asher’s gaze, something exciting glinting there like he too had noticed something. Milo shrugged.

Darlin practically threw themself into their booth, pushing Gavin into his side. “I’m starving!”

“I fed you before practice,” David reminded, monotone and disinterested.

Milo’s phone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out, checking the message.

-It’s not a date. You better show up with ideas for the final or I’m dropping you.

He smiled out of control. They’d texted him first.

-I’ll bring a notebook and an extra pencil.

Dots.

His heart pounded. Had they been up for a while thinking about this or was it their first thought? It was definitely a date.

-I’m not joking.

He texted back. No hesitation.

-Me neither. I’m never going to give you a reason to drop me.

Gavin whistled, low and right next to him.

Milo’s head snapped to the side to see the other man looking at his phone. He didn’t say anything—didn’t point out what he was texting about or to who in front of everyone, he just smiled and nodded and then perked up to order when the waitress came over.

-

Gavin wasn’t sure what he was doing.

He was at a table of jocks, crashing a team outing, and none of that was really out of place. But he wasn’t flirting, not really—not like he might usually. This was… different. Why? Just because Huxley had rejected him? Or because he didn’t understand why?

It didn’t really feel like he’d been rejected so much as it felt like Huxley just didn’t believe him?

Gavin had never been unsure about how anyone felt about him before. He was pretty direct and people tended to either hate him or want to sleep with him. Huxley didn’t hate him… But he wasn’t looking at him or bumping his knee under the table or anything.

“Gavin,” David said after they handed away their menus. “What are you doing for your final? You do an exhibit, right?”

Gavin looked at him, feeling casual attention turn his way as people waited for a reply. He was used to attention and almost grinned and said something about how he regularly does exhibitions and inviting David to come... But those dark eyes were staring back at him, waiting, and seeming to try to convey something in that signature silence and patience.

“Um… Yeah. I’m kind of on the fence between using stuff I’ve got or doing a new series. I’ve got time but…” He shrugged, surprised how self-conscious he felt. Why would anyone care about this but him?

“But what?” Huxley asked, hanging in the answer.

Gavin found him looking back at him, those eyes so open. “I guess it’s an issue of inspiration? And, you know, I know the professors have liked some of the pieces from my last series, I should probably just go with those.”

Huxley nodded. “Yeah. I mean, you could have that to use if you want to, but still try something new in the meantime? Or… is that not how it works? What kind of art do you do?”

The waitress brought coffees and teas. Gavin found himself talking about art and blushing a little when Asher and Milo pulled out their phones to show Huxley pictures they had from his last exhibit. He hadn’t realized they’d taken pictures, let alone remembered them. And Huxley seemed honestly interested, saying he didn’t know anything about art but really liking the pieces with hints of nature in them. Gavin suddenly wanted to paint more flowers…

[kyluxtrashpit]

Hiya! I hope you're doing well. I made the Hottest Star Wars Man Poll, so when your posts about it were brought to my attention, I felt I should probably reach out.

The polls are just for fun. I make them with no agenda, and I run them with no agenda. I've received messages talking about bots before, but I never wanted to get into the weeds about it.

However, as the discussion about bots is bigger than I realized, I guess now is as good a time as any to speak about it:

My opinion is that the spikes in Hux votes are a mere side-effect of the poll being passed around the internet and bringing in new voters in droves. As your Anon mentioned, @tomatette's edits might's also pulled in waves of people who voted for Hux out of fidelity to her.

I'm fine with the campaigning. As long as the vote is ultimately achieved by a human clicking on the vote themselves, it's alright by me. Hell, I always reblog 'propaganda' I particularly like, and I even requested some Anakin propaganda when he was in his elimination round. It's all fun and games to me.

However.

If anyone is using bots, I'm asking nicely for them to please stop. I'm going to pull the 'I'm not mad, I'm disappointed' card on anyone botting. The polls are all strictly unserious things, so I hope that nobody is taking them too seriously.

Hi there! Sorry the nonsense has reached you, honestly lmao. I just wanted to make a post cause I was upset about the possibility (and, as I've said, I don't have rock solid proof, just suspicions based on observations by myself and others, so like. If people don't agree with me, that's fine, it's all good - I just wanted to speak out in case it was happening like, as a kyluxer, I don't want people to think that if someone is botting, that's something we as a fandom are chill with). I honestly didn't expect it to get quite this much attention either but here we are. I also want to make it clear to both you and my followers that I don't put any blame of anything on you - you're just making fun polls and that's it, you're not responsible for what people do or what drama may arise

I do agree it's possible someone just got a bunch of people to vote within a small window of time, like anything is possible, always is. I just feel like some of the increases I saw, observations from others, and things I've heard are enough to warrant suspicion. If people do or do not agree that there's a reason to think it happened, that's their choice and I'm not going to insist that my word is law and they have to believe me. I don't have receipts, I was just expressing myself and I do appreciate amicable discussion even if my mind has not been changed as of yet

But yeah I agree, propaganda and making funny edits and posts - that's not at all what I was referring to in terms of 'cheating', but somewhere it seems that got mentioned in the discussion? (3 separate people have brought this up to me lmao, like thinking I'm accusing them but I am NOT and no one better be out there accusing them either without actual evidence beyond 'oh you posted about it' cause that's a shitty thing to do) and I also want to make it clear I am not against propaganda fun. That's all just part of it. If people are mad about that, that's their problem and they should use blacklist more liberally. And if people are saying I'm saying that, then those people are either lying or are at 'how dare you say we should piss on the poor' levels of reading comprehension lmao

But yeah, I'll post this publicly, but let me know if you want it taken down and I'll delete it - I appreciate you reaching out and I'm sorry you had to deal with this, that was definitely not my intent when I made the post. I just wanted the botting, if it is indeed happening (and if it's not, all the better, I am just not yet convinced it didn't happen), to stop

And lastly, because of some of the DMs I've received: if you, the person reading this (not you the asker), are sending hate or harassment to people based on my post, FUCKING STOP IT RIGHT THE FUCK NOW, you're no better than the bad actors I was initially referring to

[askbensolo]

I kinda know a couple people looking around for a new place — one guy named Hux, kinda a nepo baby, a little stuck up, and your grandfathers miiiiight’ve worked together or something if I got my history right (maybe awkward…), but hey, you might get along super well!

Or hate each other, who knows. But hey, rent is rent

The other person is this super cool guy named Poe. Ridiculously chill dude, slightly flighty, but it sounds like he’d get along super well with your family (which might actually be a pro or a con, you decide)

Thanks for the leads, anon! I messaged both of ‘em two weeks ago and I’ve been asking them questions since.

The first guy said his name was Armitage (no idea how to pronounce that) and that he doesn’t know who “Hux” is. He’s 30 years old (emphasis on old) and works as a barista at the most basic coffee shop chain—you know, the one that has like 5,000 branches on every planet. He denied having any relatives in politics. Honestly he kind of seemed like a Centrist, so I didn’t feel like talking about it more.

One thing’s for sure, though. He is stuck-up (especially for someone who’s 30 years old, working at Spacebucks and currently living in a motel). I was messaging him to ask how long he planned to stay in Theed, whether he’s a morning or night person—you know, the normal things you ask?—and this snothead ignores me and goes, “What is this, an interrogation?”

To which I replied, “This is quite literally a roommate interview, bro.”

Poe seems way cooler than Armitage. He’s 26 and his parents fought in the Rebellion, like mine. He does seem chill, like you said. The only thing about Poe is that he insists his new astromech droid move in with him. Does this man have, oh, I don’t know…say, a starship? Nooo, he just has an astromech droid, by itself, for fun, I guess. He said he’s still saving up for a starship, but he fell in love with his astromech droid and had to have it first. He was talking about his droid’s “living preferences,” and how his droid is just a “baby” so it needs extra care and attention, and that just about drove me insane.

If he brings his droid, he better be paying a higher portion of the electricity bill, ‘cause that thing is gonna eat so much juice. It’s one of those new BB models. You know, the dumb-looking one that’s supposed to be all “postmodern” but just looks like a ball wearing a hat?

I don’t know. I’m kinda hoping I’ll find someone else besides these two. But if it comes down to it, I’m gonna have to pick one of ‘em. Armitage may be kind of a jerk, but at least he seems like he keeps to himself. Then again, Poe would be way easier to get along with…if he wasn’t such a delusional droid dad.

But…you’re right, anon. Rent is rent.

[dirtbag-linecook-kyloren]

Sleep Did n o t Cure how unwell I feel abt haunted hotel AU

I juST

Hux gets a really obvious Bluetooth headset so he can talk to kylo in public. They can’t touch so instead it’s A LOT of mutual masturbation and kylo telling hux what to do. Kylo sits next to him on the piano bench during dinner service and tries to make hux laugh the entire time. They find a photo of kylo in the hotel from when it was a bogus health spa, and hux has smeared the glass with his finger prints because he starts brushing the image when he walks by.

THE TRAGEDY OF LOVING SOMEONE YOU CAN NEVER TOUCH AND DECIDING TO LOVE THEM A N Y W A Y. ALWAYS JUST THE WHISPER OF TACTILE SENSATION AND A CHIL DOWN HUXS SPINE!!! when they’re walking outside in the Arkansas heat (did I mention this was set in eureka springs, AR??) kylo will run his hand down huxs back bc hux can feel the chill, at least, even if he can’t feel kylos hand.

Kylo keeps waking hux up bc he plays with Millie at night, because OF COURSE Millie can see him. Cats can see ghosts. So can the rabbits in one of the shops. (These bunnies are real!! Their names are sushi and gumbo!!)

Anyway

I’m unwell abt haunted hotel AU it’s fully plotted

[sariastrategos]

Hux, on a rare away mission, is captured by some Resistance outpost. Ofcourse they know who he is and they also know he has all the information they'd need to take down the Order, they just need to get it out of him.

They get clearance to use torture and put him through stress positions, take away blankets and comforts, smack him around a little, sleep deprivation, that sort of thing. Too bad Hux is immune to most torture (Hello father) and he hasn't gotten a decent night's sleep in years so he's just chilling in his cell in his underwear on a cot with no mattress, lights on full and not responding to anything. If anything he looks amused. He's actually eaten more since his incarceration than he has in *months*.

So all in all he's not doing too badly.

One of the ways they deprive him of sleep is playing music loudly in his cell. Pop music from from different eras and decades mostly since they think it'll annoy him the most. But he's just sitting there in his cell, ignoring them.

Suddenly alarms start going off, cutting off the music, flaring red lights, the works. Sensors are showing an incoming ship, blasters are going off and someone comes running up yelling "It's Ren! Kylo Ren is here!"

And then from behind them, leaning eerily close against the cell wall and grinning wickedly is Hux, singing "My boyfriend's back and you're gonna be in trouble~!"

[komouri-official]

x-men evolution oc concept

CODE NAME: Ametrine

LEGAL NAME: Constance Harley Huxley

NICKNAMES: Amy, Stannie, Connie, Hux

POWER: Ability to create crystal, limited telepathic abilities

APPEARANCE:

Constance is something similar to a cross between a rabbit and a dinosaur. She's one of the taller mutants at 8'5". She has a long and prominent purple reptilian tail with black ridges, long purple bunny legs, and has a set of sharp purple reptilian claws that fade into her skin at where her arm bends. She has a bunny-like face and long fluffy purple ears. She has pure electric purple eyes, with white pupils that are rarely seen. Her hair is shaggy and shoulder length, and messy bangs. When fighting she ties her hair into a bun. She normally wears a dark grey leotard that covers her neck, as well as a purple pin with a black 'x' on it. She has sharp slightly purple teeth. Her hair used to be naturally brown, but since her X-Gene activated it became naturally purple. She dyes her hair to make it look more natural.

Heres a concept of what I think she'd look like (this is just a first concept which is why it's in gl2 I plan on trying to draw her later)

basic concept w/ pupils

PERSONALITY:

Constance is a very peppy and somewhat introverted girl. She's usually shy, but once you get to know her she's one of the weirdest people on the planet (in a good way.) She doesn't have that many friends, because most are intimidated by her height and dinosaur-like build. She's surprisingly boy crazy, which will be talked about a little more later. She's quick to lose focus in class or anything she finds boring, and usually daydreams about shows she likes.

NOTABLE RELATIONSHIPS:

SCOTT "CYCLOPS" SUMMERS: Her leader. She can find him boring most of the time. She doesn't like him all that much, but she respects him.

KURT "NIGHTCRAWLER" WAGNER: Besties! They have a pretty healthy relationship, but they do get into arguments sometimes.

ST. JOHN "PYRO" ALLERDYCE: Constance's crush. No one understands why, mainly because he's a psychopathic pyromaniac. Her excuse is "I just think he's cute!" Her obsession is completely one-sided.

PIETRO "QUICKSILVER" MAXIMOFF: Her number one opp. She hates the brotherhood with all her soul. She's chill with Lance and Wanda though.

NOTES:

every purple part of her body (besides her hair) can create crystals.

The strongest part of her body is the bottom of her feet. She needs to wear special pads to prevent her turning everything around her into crystal, because she literally can't control it.

The crystal she creates is unbreakable.

Her claws and penetrate bone

She can run 25mph

An unknown purple poisonous gas flows from her eyes when she uses her powers.

She can move small things with her mind, but that's all her telepathy can do.

She is 700+ lbs

Can lift 1200lbs at a time

Straight/Ally

Her pupils only appear when she feels strong emotions. They can also change shape.

Not only can she create crystal, she can turn other things into crystal. But this takes more energy.

21 years old

Anything that her paws touch is permanently crystal. Anything her claws touch is temporarily crystal.

pleasemakefanartofherillactuallystartcryingpleaselol/nf

(if you do wanna make fanart of her pls tag me it's my favorite thing ever when people make fanart of things I maek lolollololimsorry😭😭😞💔 😔😔😔💔💔💔💔)

[ao3feed--kylux]

A Strange Day

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/ufNSW3D

by NylonRabbit

Ambushed by the Resistance during a planetside mission, a badly injured Hux finds himself being saved by one of his sworn enemies…

Words: 3838, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Armitage Hux, Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Kylo Ren, Leia Organa

Relationships: Armitage Hux/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Armitage Hux/Kylo Ren

Additional Tags: Rescue, Missions Gone Wrong, Ambushes and Sneak Attacks, Mild Gore, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Injured Armitage Hux, Protective Kylo Ren, Family Issues, Force-Sensitive Leia Organa, Force Healing (Star Wars), Accidental Force Bond (Star Wars), Magical Artifacts, Leia saves Hux, Assassination Attempt(s), Kylo Ren Has No Chill, Armitage Hux Being An Asshole, they’re evil and in love

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/ufNSW3D

[em-cosplay42]

Time to be funny person and post something here sooner than on IG because I am menace and am already here. Plus I decided for bit more of chaos because life is funky like that.

📷 by @ miry.photography  on Instagram. Truly super amazing and chill guy I am happy to cooperate with on this.

Enjoy my cosplay that is probably one of the more comfortable and casual I can wear for cons (flat boots and pants are always gems plus it has pockets). I made it as fem. Hux from Star Wars back in the days (with an ex as fem. Ren) and slowly upgraded it over time. And please I know I can´t look normal on second photo, I was chuckling because we were doing coat spins. I was concentrating to not trip on myself....

AAAAAnyway, As I mentioned it was intended as fem Hux, but lot of people in my country don´t get if character gets swapped gender and just assume it is some random (inspired oc) of officer... Don´t ask me why that is issue for people to get, I am not one of them. Anyway, enjoy these before I post them on IG.

[marauder23]

First Line Ask Game! Rules: List the first lines of the last ten stories you published (or works in progress if you’re feeling brave lol). See if you or others notice any patterns!

Oh snap. Last 10 published? Here. We. GO.

1. Stick & Poke (Louigan, e, WIP, 5/8, tattoo parlor/flower shop AU)

The buzz of the tattoo gun sings. A familiar hum that elicits a shiver of excitement at the base of her spine.

2. upon a dream (Reylo, e, 1/1, dead dove/non con, dark fairytale)

He came to her at night.

The room was dark. Cold. Thick stones unable to keep out the chill of the winter despite the fire burning low in the grate.

3. Stubborn Follies (Reylo, e, 12/12, regency)

It was, of course, well understood that the duty of a well-bred lady once she came of age was to secure a most advantageous match. After all, this was her sole purpose. Not only for her family but for herself. Marriage was the manner in which she ensured her future. For otherwise, she risked the term dreaded by debutants the world over: spinster. Old maid. A burden on her family and a social pariah.

4. Crash (Reylo, e, 1/1, wounded enemies to lovers)

It’s been 47 hours when Rey finally hears the creak of the old weathered deck floorboards just outside. She’d been dozing in the sagging armchair by the fire, worn and lumpy. She was unable to resign herself to the bedroom. Not when he was still out there. But her eyes itch with tiredness. Heavy and half-lidded. She must have dropped off a while ago because there’s a pained crick in her neck when she stumbles to her feet to investigate the noise.

5. Home to You (Reylo, e, 10/10, holiday second chance romance, social media fic)

It’s been seven years since Ben has been back in his hometown. Seven long years. And in that time, he’s been busy. Up to his eyeballs in work actually.

First Order Corp was a project he’d started back in grad school with his mentor, Anthony Snoke. And now? Now it’s net worth is upwards of $68 billion dollars.

6. Damned (Reylo, e, 1/1, Halloween spooky/dead dove/dub con/stepcest)

Her breath caught in her lungs. Her palms were sweating, skin prickling in alarm. Every hair along her body seemed to stand on end, goosebumps crawling up her arms.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

They weren’t even supposed to be here.

7. Shower (Reylo, e, 1/1, micro, best friend’s older bro AU)

His breath is hot at her shoulder.

Rey’s back presses firmly to the glass as Ben’s hands tangle with hers, threading his fingers with her own as his body cages her in.

8. Vinyl (Reylo, e, 1/1, micro, record shop AU)

The shop bell dinged when he opened the door.

It was a dingy little hole in the wall record shop. Scratched records hung from the ceiling, graffitied and splattered with inky paints. There was something vibrant and visceral about the place. The music pumped through old amps around the room, the bass line and kick drum thrumming through his veins.

9. Party (Reylo, e, 1/1, micro, rivals to lovers office AU)

His eyes burn through her across the room. Twin black embers burning low in the dim lights of the vast hall.

The music echoes, the beat of the bass pulsing along with the rhythm of her heart. She feels it just beneath her ribs fluttering like a caged bird, clawing it’s way out.

10. Popcorn (Reylo, t, 1/1, micro, movie theater AU)

“Did Poe text you?”

“Yea. He can’t make it. Finn’s car is on the fritz so he had to pick him up.”

“Right.”

“What about Rose?”

“Didn’t Hux text you? Apparently her sister came into town last minute so now they’ve got to bail and hang with her.”

“Oh. Yea. Yup.”

Silence. Awkward, tension filled silence.

“Should we just—“

“Maybe we should—“

They both start talking at the same time and they laugh awkwardly. Rey shifts from foot to foot. Her and Ben have been part of the same group of friends for five years now. Ever since college. And as of two years ago they stopped hanging out alone.

Lord help us. I see lots of patterns including enemies and a certain level of thirst. What do y’all notice?