#miss-phasma-vanbowie

[wilwheaton]

Oh great and powerful Wil "Becky" Wheaton, is The Rocky Horror Picture Show fandom part of the geek community?

To paraphrase myself, being a geek isn’t about what you love, it’s about the way you love it.

So, by that definition, YES.

By another definition: FUCK YES. Rocky is something that has always attracted and supported and embraced outsiders, and until recently, what we thought of as the geek community was nothing BUT outsiders. 

And because it’s always a FAQ when this comes up: Magenta.

[jeusus]

For the 40s AU, here's my headcanon: Phasma, a former showgirl back in the 30s is now Hux's agent. She disapproves of Ren and is a bit of a mother figure to Hux

Bro, Phasma owns the whole venue. The bar and the hotel above.I kinda hc that she found Armitage after his father disowned him for being an artist instead of a businessman/military career like it was expected from him. She disapproves of Ben mainly because he’s young and poor lol

[driveresque]

Captain Phasma + David Bowie’s Queen bitch

requested by miss-phasma-vanbowie

[theweddingofthefoxes]

So, I dreamed up a mermaid!Phasma AU where she's in love with Hux who's a surfer, and one of the things he loves about her is sometimes she sings for him...

One of the things Hux has come to learn about mermaids is that they are not all like the Disney movies. That they are more brutal and lovely and strange than he could have imagined.

When he goes out to the surfer’s cove, he sees her. He’d thought she was a swimmer at first, a fierce, muscled, gorgeous woman with short pale hair, one who was watching him intently, the way he scouted the waves, the way he was picky about which one he decided to ride. The way he shook out his hair. But he’d never seen her come onto the shore to get a soda or a beer, or to hose the sand from her feet. Then once when he was knocked down by a sudden wave, one he’d underestimated, she’d come to his rescue and he’d learned the truth of what she was. She had not been hiding it particularly hard, but had been hard to approach. She swam too fast.

“You’re–?”

She put a finger to her lips, smiling a secret smile. Slipped between the waves, her opalescent tail shining in the clear blue water. 

He sees her often. He has learned a lot about her, just from observation. 

She is a huntress. She is not a sweet princess who swims with fishy friends but a tactical predator, who can catch a fish like a pretty shark. She offers him fresh good ones sometimes, a gift of the highest regard to a woman like her. He always accepts. Takes them to the old man who runs the grill nearby and he never questions how he caught them. The man has seen this before, men falling in love with mermaids. “Be careful out there,kid,” he sometimes says. Mermaids are fickle. They will drown them as often as they save them.

She says she’s never seen a man with red hair before. She leans on his surfboard, her arms on the end of it, chin cradled in her hands. 

“Is that good or bad?”

“Good and bad are moral terms,” she answers. “You’re just pretty.”

That’s okay with him.

But she does fit one stereotype he has of mermaids, and that’s that she sings. He’ll sneak out past the grill and the hammocks and the hostels and campfires, slip into the water–he thinks he’s a graceful swimmer, until he sees her, undulating like an eel, as she searches for her favorite rock. She can see just fine in the dark, but he usually has to use the moonlight to find his way. When they’re both arranged as they like, she looks at him, almost shy, and then began her song, low and sweet, something just for him, for him only. 

[skywalekersarchive]

aesthetics meme (send me a tv show/book/character/ship/etc. and I will make a graphic/picspam)

@miss-phasma-vanbowie said: for the aesthetics meme, can you make me a phux mermaid au please?

[weaponsdirector]

Warm-up doodle: Krennic in a kayak

????

[cosleia]

You know what would be a fun Star Wars AU? *drumroll* ROLLER DERBY!!!!

“I’m gonna take her down this time,” Rey promised, taking a long slurp of her root beer.

“Rey,” Finn said, “she is literally twice your size. You’re not taking her down.”

“I can do it,” Rey insisted. “I just need to get in the right place at the right time. Strategy will win this.”

“Her strategy’s great too, though,” Finn said. “Look, I used to work with her---”

“I know,” Rey said, “you’re her biggest fan. But---”

“That’s not what I meant,” Finn frowned. “I’m not her biggest fan. I hate her. I just...I don’t want her to hurt you.”

Rey sighed. “Look, Finn, there’s no one else in the Resistance who stands a chance. None of us are anywhere near her size. Leia and Padmé and Jyn are the same size as me. Ahsoka and Mon aren’t that much taller. And Jess is even smaller! Of all of us, Ahsoka and I have the most physical strength, and we need Ahsoka to block Unamo. Just---trust me, I’ve got to do this. I’ll find a way. I’ll figure it out.”

“You need a teacher,” put in an unwelcome voice over Rey’s shoulder, and she sighed, rolled her eyes, and turned around in her chair to stick her tongue out at Kylo. “You’ll never beat her on your own,” he said stubbornly, running a hand back through his greasy hair.

“I’ve got a teacher,” Rey informed him coolly.

“Bah,” Kylo said, waving a hand, “Luke’s old and slow. You need someone younger, faster, more skilled.”

“I’m fine with Luke, thanks.”

“What’s going on?” interjected a cold voice, and Rey felt her face go pink as Phasma and Armitage strode up to her table. “Are these losers bothering you, Kylo?” Phasma asked.

Kylo muttered something inaudible and slouched away. Armitage watched him go, biting his lip. Phasma, however, had locked her eyes on Rey. “There’s no point trying to intimidate Kylo,” she said. “He’s not the one who’s going to reduce you to a smear on the track.”

Rey pushed herself out of the plastic chair, bringing herself up to her full height---and still she had to tilt her head back nearly all the way to see Phasma’s face. “We’ll see who smears who,” she said.

“Whom,” Armitage put in distractedly, still looking at Kylo, who had grumpily thrown himself into a chair on the other side of the lobby. Rey and Phasma ignored him.

“I’d like to see you try,” Phasma said, smirking.

“I’ll do more than try,” Rey promised.

Phasma laughed, loudly. “See you on the track, then.” She clapped Rey hard on the shoulder; Rey barely managed not to lose her footing. “Come on, Armitage.”

Rey watched them walk away, imagining how satisfying it would be to knock Phasma flat on her ass. How she’d gut-check her, turning her mass and momentum against her, throwing her down. How maybe she’d land on top of her, pressed up hard against Phasma’s toned stomach. Her face would probably end up between Phasma’s tits, which would rise and fall as Phasma gasped for breath, the heat of her skin electric against Rey’s---

“Hellooooo,” Finn said, waving a hand in front of Rey’s face. “Poe and I are gonna get pizza, do you want in?”

“Sure,” Rey said, blinking and turning away from the gathering of First Order players in the corner where Kylo was still pouting. “I just need to work off some energy first.”

“Save some of it for the jam,” Finn reminded her as she laced up her skates.

“No, really?”

She’d done three laps around the track when she noticed Phasma had joined her, skating along just at her flank. “Looking for a race, helmet-head?” Rey threw back over her shoulder.

“You’d never keep up, scavenger,” Phasma laughed. “My legs are longer than yours.”

“Try me,” Rey yelled, and then she was off, skating harder than she ever had in her life. For a long moment she thought she was doing it, she thought she was winning---

---but then, suddenly, her skates came up off the track, she was in the air, Phasma had scooped her up in a bridal carry and was skating her effortlessly around the track.

“Put me down!” Rey screeched.

“As you wish,” Phasma shrugged, rolling to a stop near the tables and depositing Rey gently on the ground. She skated away without looking back.

Rey stumbled off the track and fell back into a chair. Finn and Poe had already eaten half the pizza.

“What the heck was that?” Finn asked.

“That,” Poe grinned, “was the most romantic thing that has ever happened to our little Rey.”

Rey wheeled on him, cheeks scarlet. “Shut uuuuuup!”

Poe raised his hands innocently. “All I can say is, tonight’s gonna be pretty interesting.”

Rey buried herself in a slice of pizza, slumping in the chair. Poe was right, of course---and tonight was going to be pretty interesting.

She could hardly wait.

[kyluxtrashbin]

When Phasma Isn't Home- a modern AU

Hux grabbed a lipstick tube and drew a red lightning bolt over his left eye. He then walked out into the hallway.

“Ren! Come look at me, I’m fucking fabulous!” Kylo emerged wearing a silver corset and laughed out loud.

“Hux, what the fuck happened to your face?”

“I’m David Bowie, dumbass. Are you dressed as a sorry excuse for a drag queen?”

“Very funny, Hux. I’m supposed to be Phasma.” He clasped his hands together and sang an obbligato as worse as he could. Hux cringed and burst into laughter.

“Seriously though- we should get this mess cleaned up or she’ll murder us. You know how opera singers are.”

“Fastidious?”

“No- dramatic.”

(Thanks for the submission)

[ltdophmitaka]

And also ❄

Send ❄️ to find my muse out in the cold and alone

Mitaka shivered in the cold, desperate to find his was back to base. He’d been out making sure a far-off part of the base was fixed up, and the snowstorm had hit halfway back to his walk to the base. He held onto his hood, desperately trying to keep it in place to cover his ears as he trudged back, but it was completely white out now.He was completely, utterly, hopelessly lost.

[wilwheaton]

OMG IT'S THE REAL WIL WHEATON RAHCUCHXHFJSFSHCJSRAY XJCHCJCKVJCHCJCHCJCUVWAAAAAWAA

No, it’s Becky.

[jeusus]

So for the why don't you do right thing, I imagined the following: Phasma in the audience as Hux's agent drinking a martini (she was an ex-showgirl), and Kylo some two feet behind Hux, playing a tenor sax. Yay or nay?

Yay for Phasma, but nay for the sax player, but only because I want Ben in the audience with Betty Boop closing his mouth lol (I guess he can become the sax player later).Also my headanons are super wild for this AU, like, I want Armie to be a toon and Ben a human, just to imagine how they would make it work.I’m crazy.

[tiny-kylo-ren]

Ben, do you think Phasma's pretty?

Ben: She’s so tall…so shiny… *awe*

[serratedlightarchive]

"Does my kitten want some milk?" (Good excuse for a mama Phasma trope)

Pet play sentences ; Accepting

Kylo Ren purred and crawled across the bed, his tail swishing happily in the air behind him. His ears twitched as he sat on his knees in front of Phasma. "Please." He replied, giving a smirk. "I am quiet thristy."

[theweddingofthefoxes]

22 and maybe the 40s AU prompt I requested, if you want to

Choose a passage from one of your earlier fics and edit it into your current writing style. (Person sending the ask is free to make suggestions).

Oh gosh, I don’t know if my writing style has changed so so much over the past two months since I wrote that, but I might flesh it out more if I were writing it now, do a little more showing and a little more telling too. So an edited part might go:

They were in a bar that was familiar to them both, warm and dim and cozy as someone’s home, with the snow falling outside. It wasn’t hard to find one another, even though they hadn’t seen one another in close to a year. Not that they had been particularly close when they did see each other more often–though they didn’t play the same instrument, their mild, friendly rivalry was well known, and when they were in the same town at the same time, people were sure to let them know, whether it was to tease them or give them a scoop on where to go to gently harass the other. Still, when they happened to be in the same city they had both grown up in, they’d find themselves in the same place at the same time and soon fall into comfortable conversation, as if they were old friends. It was much nicer than drinking alone.

[francisthegreat]

I have a kinda filthy prompt for you: Hux is a musician (he plays sax) and Kylo isn't. Before doing the nasties, Hux likes to treat Kylo to a "concert" in which he plays raunchy sax.

SO! I am combining this with an anon ask that requested Hux as a piano player, since they are both music related. Since I play the piano, that is what I went with, but the rest of it answers this prompt. Hope that’s okay! 

“I have a request.”

Hux looks up. Kylo’s leaning on thebar, all big ears and dark eyes and long, curling hair. He nods at the grandpiano and his smile looks – smug. He’s the last person here.

The bar’s cleared out, the airheavy with smoke but finally quiet, and Kylo’s already locked up. He’s wipingdown the bar and watching Hux wind down: generally after a gig, Hux takes tenminutes to sit at his piano and smoke a cigarette and just. Stare. At the keys,at the strings inside. He likes to think about how they work, how they fittogether. After hours of all the talking and yelling and music, it’s. Quiet.

Hux raises an eyebrow and turnsback to the keys, keeping his cigarette between his teeth and cracking hisknuckles. He always indulges Kylo his little requests. The money’s not good atthis place. But the bartender’s –

The bartender’s alright.

“What’s your request then?” Huxasks.

Kylo grins and hops over the bar,comes and settles down with his forearms on the piano, watching the strings onthe inside. Watching Hux. His eyes are so dark and when he smiles his teeth are crooked. Itmakes Hux dizzy, it always makes Hux dizzy.

Kylo’s voice is soft and low whenhe answers, and Hux must be imagining the heat in his eyes when he says,“Sinnerman.”

Hux, inexplicably, blushes. “Sinnerman.”

Kylo nods, eyes warm. “I know youknow it, you play like you know it.”

Hux furrows his eyebrows. “Like Iknow what?”

“Jazz.”

Hux laughs, takes a drag of hiscigarette and watches Kylo lick his lips. His stomach drops a little.

“What do you think I know about jazz?”

Kylo chews his lip and neverlooks away from Hux’s face. Had he gotten closer?

“The shit it says. The shit jazz musicalways says.”

Hux raises his eyebrows and waitsfor Kylo to continue.

“Pain. Love.” Kylo takes a stepforward, hands sliding along the edge of the piano, and lowers his voice.“Sex.”

Hux ignores the flush on his chest.“That’s a bit melodramatic for a bartender.”

“Just play the song, Hux.”

Hux.He always got a little thrill when Kylo said his name. He lets the cigaretterest between his teeth and puts his hands on the keys. Kylo's right, ofcourse. He does know it. It's one of his favorites, one of those things heplays only for himself. Only at night.

He looks up at the empty bar, atthe chairs on the tables, at the rows and rows of whiskey and at Kylo’sscorching dark eyes.

“Sinnerman, then.”

At the first note Kylo’s gaze goesglassy and unfocused, and he closes his eyes. Hux closes his eyes, too. He knowsthis. His hands know how to play it so well he imagines he could do all sortsof things while playing it. He imagines closing the top of the piano, havingKylo sit on top of it and spread his legs out right in front of him.

Sinnerman,where you gonna run to?

He's singing it under his breath,quiet and dark and almost only for himself, but when he opens his eyes Kylo isright there, right in his space. Hux’s fingers stutter just a little.

“Don’t stop,” Kylo says, and he'sso close Hux can feel his breath on his face. He smells like the shot ofwhiskey he’d poured himself when he locked up. His proximity makes Hux’s wholebody hot, and the music he's playing seems like it's inside them and fuck, the blue notes are so blue with Kylo’s body so close.

His hands are unsteady but somehowthat makes it better, it comes out desperate and shaking and wrecked, painful in a way he generally didn’t allow his music tobe, searingly hot and so dissonant and beautiful, exactly like the way Kylo’sface looks.

Iran to the Devil, he was waiting, I ran to the Devil, he was waiting-

Kylo kisses him. He kisses him hotand wet and open with no preamble, no lead-in, no build-up. Just Kylo’s huge handson his face, Kylo’s pinkies under his jaw and Kylo’s thumbs brushing over histemples and Kylo’s tongue in his mouth. Hux stops playing and pulls Kylointo his lap, doesn't even cringe at the sound it makes when Kylo leans on thekeys to drag his cock against Hux’s through their clothes.

Hux curses. Kylo pulls back justenough to grin against the curve of Hux’s jaw.

“Wanna get out of here?” 

[cosleia]

I've dreamed up a Kylux road trip AU where they go to Roswell because of the crash and Phasma's a sassy diner waitress who's an astronomer. Any thoughts?

That sounds really fun! I’d love to read it! Would it be set in modern day or in like the 1950s or what?