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go-hux-yourself · 2 years

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Taste of Fear

I’m getting through my backlog of half-finished WIPs and tricking myself into feeling productive haha Gird your loins.

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Hux was scared.

No one here would speak for him. No one would show mercy. It was deemed what he deserved for what happened to Starkiller base, but Hux was not going to submit to it.

Stamina and skill he had, but not for six on one and taken by surprise. High Command had had it out for him for some time, his failures deemed as catastrophically unforgivable. His many technological advancements might have spared him Snoke’s wrath for what had happened to Starkiller, but following that loss with the loss of a dreadnought and its fifty-three-thousand officers alone, his command was brought into question and found wanting. So many lost man-hours and resources, years of planning, all gone under his command.

Snoke wouldn’t do anything about the way the Order decided to punish one of their own. He was already disappointed with Hux beyond summoning him in person. Whatever happened to Hux for his failures was no concern to him, and there would be no intervention on his behalf.

The present members of High Command sneered at the invocation of the Supreme Leader’s name as Hux fought; they’d been given permission to punish his failure in any way fit. No consequences would come down for what they were going to do to him. Hux needed a reminder of his position in the command chain now that their largest weapon and part of their fleet was destroyed.

Hux still fought, though, but he was overpowered, bent over the table and held down on his front. His limbs hurt from resisting so hard. Hands squeezed in threat of further harm, nails digging into his skin as he struggled to escape.

His nose and lip were bleeding, and he had a black eye and possible fractures. His ribs hurt where he’d been punched in the torso, and he was struggling to pull in breath over the pain of being held down flat. Fear threatened to engulf and immobilize him, and even the pain of his injuries couldn’t distract from what was about to happen.

The hands touching to restrain or tug at his clothing stopped so abruptly that Hux looked up. His heart-rate spiked in a mix of primal fear and desperate hope as this punishment was paused for only a moment.

There was Ren. Walked right into the meeting room as if he belonged there. Which he didn’t. The man never came to meetings if he could avoid it. What he was doing here now could be either good or bad.

Hux was terrified.

“What are you doing?” Ren’s voice came through the vocoder, its mechanical-acoustics not betraying any clue of emotion under his level tone as he stood there surveying the lot. Hux wasn’t the only one with blood on his face, evidence of the struggle he’d put up.

“Lord Ren, the General is receiving his due punishment for his failures of the First Order. You need not concern yourself.”

Ren turned his masked face to look at Hux.

There was no way Hux could actually tell if he was looking at him or not, but he was terrified and desperate enough to plead. He couldn’t take this. Not this. He’d always thought he could take any punishment dished out, whatever was necessary to retain his station in life, but he’d severely underestimated his resolve. This was a price he didn’t want to pay, and badly enough to beg his co-commander and sometime-rival for the mercy he wouldn’t be receiving from these men.

“Ren… please.”

“This has been cleared by High Command and Leader Snoke as well, Lord Ren,” one of the officers spoke up with authority. “It’s legal.”

“Is it?”

If there was any other blood left in Hux’s face, that, too, drained at Ren’s reply.

He was going to leave him to them. Walk away, allow it to happen, take full control of the Finalizer with Hux out of the way, disgraced and defiled for all his efforts. There would be no stopping any of them to render Hux completely powerless, stripping him of more than command and dignity.

Hux begged again, Ren’s name the only thing on his lips. One of the officers backhanded him to shut up.

Kylo raised a hand, and suddenly Hux wasn’t pinned any longer as everyone in the room grasped at their throats for breath. One reached for a blaster, but it flew from him before he could even draw it.

Hux scrambled off the table as soon as he was free, ducking beneath it out of some instinctual need to try and hide, so utterly shaken that he wasn’t even ashamed of the childishness of his actions; hiding now instead of fighting. He’d tried to fight already, and the uselessness of being outnumbered and weaponless had shaken him. If Ren hadn’t interrupted, he’d still be on the table.

Hux listened to the gasping above him, waiting for sounds of blaster fire or other resistance, only to hear the muted curses against force users, and a sound like an exhale from Kylo’s mask.

Ren snapped everyone’s necks, and let the bodies drop unceremoniously to the floor. Hux’s eyes widened as he looked into the faces of those dropped nearest him. Threats neutralized, dead. He couldn’t hear anything over the rush of blood in his ears, shaking slightly as he realized he’d been saved, but to what end he didn’t know.

Hux didn’t move from where he was. He had no weapons left to him, his body protesting his movements in pain all over, and he trembled a bit uncontrollably. Was he safe? Should he flee? Flee to where?

There were other members of High Command who hadn’t been present for this meeting… was he safe at all? Would it happen again, this time when he was in too much pain to fight back? No, it would be worse. It was always worse when attempting to avoid punishment.

“Hux.”

There was no vocoder interference to Ren’s voice; the younger man had taken his helmet off. Ren moved around the table to stand before Hux’s hiding spot, legs and cloak visible only.

“Hux…?” Ren dropped down gracefully onto one knee, looking under to see the general holding himself with a haunted look on his face. He didn’t meet Kylo’s gaze.

“…You shouldn’t have done that,” Hux spoke a bit hollowly, trapped as far as he was concerned with no way out. Trying to avoid a punishment always made it worse, and Hux’s mind spun horrific ideas of what could possibly be worse without simply killing him. “High Command will still--”

“Hux, kriff your High Command. Are you alright?”

Hux’s attention shifted directly to Kylo’s eyes, inhaling a bit deeper as the other man looked at him with that deceptively-beautiful face. It was always a shock to see Ren’s youthful face. There was a world of things in Ren’s eyes as he studied Hux, and an unfamiliar wave of gratitude came over him as he was watched with surprising patience.

Ren was full of surprises today. Hux didn’t know why Ren cared, but he was so grateful in that moment that his voice broke. “I’m glad you did it,” he nearly gasped. “...But still, you shouldn’t have done that… they’ll only punish you as well.” Or maybe not. Who could punish a force user anyway? Would Snoke do such a thing to his own apprentice? Ren probably knew better than Hux did.

His eyes showed no fear at least, and Hux stared back at him as if he could capture some of that for himself.

Kylo regarded him for a moment as he crouched there still. “…You don’t know what they were going to do to you, Hux.”

“Yes I do,” Hux said. “They told me exactly what they were going to do. Leader Snoke signed off on it.” Hux’s eyes looked away and then met Ren’s again, his co-commander still crouched there and frowning. “You shouldn’t have done that.” Ren’s face was so intense regardless of what expression he wore. Anger, impatience, it all looked too soft on his face considering the violence that had just transpired. It occurred to Hux that without the helmet masking him, the younger man was probably never taken seriously on features alone. Hux appreciated it more than he could put into words at that moment. Definitely not considered a threat when he looked like this.

He was capable of a lot more than Hux certainly had assumed, even if, ultimately, Hux would still have to meet his fate.

In a much softer voice which wavered, he added, “...Thank you.”

Kylo extended his hand beneath the table, and Hux took it after a moment. He helped him to his feet, and Hux surveyed the bodies around them with a grimace of pain, wrapping an arm around his torso. His ribs and face throbbed, and his skin was clammy beneath the uniform. He felt unsteady on his feet, and untethered to a solution.

High Command might have been Hux’s master, but ultimately, they all answered to Snoke. What to do with the bodies… He didn’t know what would happen to them next, but a cover-up seemed extremely unlikely given the circumstances.

Kylo had come to the same conclusion on his own.

“We should leave.”

“Yes,” Hux agreed on a shaky breath.

Ren looked at him. “I mean the fleet.” Hux turned his face to look at Kylo, hearing but not comprehending his words. He latently realized he was probably in shock. Ren was still holding his hand. “The Order. All of it. Beyond the reach of my master.”

Hux’s eyes snapped to Kylo’s own with comprehension. “The- The Order, Ren? Are you mad?”

“They’ll complete what they started,” Ren told him, and Hux tensed. “They’ll send others, Hux.”

“…Leader Snoke, Ren—”

“Is hiding things from me,” Kylo interrupted. “Things the force has revealed; things he doesn’t want me to know that would increase my power.” Kylo realized he was still holding Hux’s hand, and that Hux hadn’t shunted him off. He gave their hands a look, chewing his lips before meeting Hux’s gaze again. “It’s safe.”

“Ren, this is— The reach of the Order-”

“It doesn’t reach as far as the force.” Hux exhaled shakily, and Ren turned his attention to the bodies on the floor. “We’re meant for greater things. The force confirmed it.”

Hux’s mind was slowly thawing from its fugue, working quickly as he considered what he knew, what he thought he knew, and what Ren might know. The consequences of staying were something he wouldn’t live through, one way or another. That much was certain. “…why did you come here, Ren?”

“I heard you in the force.”

Hux hadn’t cried out once as he’d been attacked and subjugated. Angry curses and grunts of pain as he’d counter-attacked, yes. But he hadn’t called for help when he knew it was pointless. His brows stitched together.

“It called to me,” Ren continued. He squeezed the hand he was still holding. “I’ve been lied to all my life by those I should’ve been able to trust. You’ve never lied to me.”

Hux’s ribs hurt too much to debate force nonsense, and his head pounded in the attempt. He honestly couldn’t say if he’d ever lied to his co-commander or not, or why it even mattered as much as Ren was making it out to. “…How can you be sure of that...”

“I am.”

He was still holding his hand, and Hux didn’t think he intended to let go. It was an odd comfort, and one he wasn’t going to break first.

Hux felt a bit dumbfounded, detached from his reality and what he knew. “Why? …you don’t even like me, Ren.”

“I do like you. You just piss me off sometimes when you go against my plans.” That might’ve been an attempt at a joke, but neither of them were laughing, and Kylo was giving him a solemn look. It was Ren or nothing, and right now, Hux couldn’t count too many allies who would do for him what Kylo had just done.

“…don’t expect that to change.”

Ren nodded. “I can accept those terms.” He surveyed the bodies on the floor. They could lock this room to buy some time. It wouldn’t be very long, though. “We stand better chances together.”

Hux sneered at the dead officers, disgust and relief in his tone. “…we need a plan.”

“I have one.”

Hux met Ren’s eyes, then looked at their joined hands. He met Ren’s gaze again. “Okay.”

Ren gave his hand a squeeze, and Hux returned it.

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kylosbreedingkink · 1 year

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Hux is the sort of project manager who expects credit for the entire thing, every last little bit, when meanwhile the people he managed found him more a hindrance than a help

#armitage hux #he's like elon musk #the guy at the top that everyone thinks did all the actual hard work

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astrovian · 1 year

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Richard Armitage tweet (20/04/23):

See ya in Iceland (the country not the supermarket 😉 🙌 )

@icelandnoir:

🚨 We're thrilled to announce that Richard Armitage @RCArmitage, @lisajewelluk, @cjtudor and more brilliant authors have been added to the line-up for #IcelandNoir 2023. See you in Reykjavík November 15-18th! Tickets: bit.ly/IN2023 Line-up: bit.ly/lineup2023

#RICHARD DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG I HAVE BEEB TRYING TO GO TO ICELAND #IT'S IN MY TOP 3 COUNTRIES I WANT TO GO TO NEXT #also iceland?????#like i get it it's close to the UK #but at the same time you can go to iceland but you can't come to the like australia (ideally nz)???#richard armitage

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fizzyxcustard · 2 years

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As far as the Armitage Summer Splash is concerned, I'm still going to be posting a piece each day, but I think the next few will be very short.

Yesterday I just hit a peak mentally and physically, which has meant that I've stayed home from work today and not worked at all. I feel exhausted...anyway, I won't go too much into personal details as a lot of people probably aren't that interested in my waffling. But, I'll still keep on top of the Summer Splash posts as much as I can. My writing and crafting does help with an outlet.

#writing #Armitage Summer Splash #I will still attempt to keep on top of things

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aonunetesupremacy · 1 year

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Looking for a long-term RP Kylux partner!

Specifically looking for (Top!) Hux, third person, around 600+ words per posting, NOT hate love and not smut focused, via discord preferred

Story ideas there, just write me a message if you’re interested please c:

#Kylux #soft kylux #rpg #role play #role playing game #discord rp #literate rp #huxlo #star wars #the force awakens #kylo ren #armitage hux #Hux #hux x kylo #kylo #top!hux #bottom!kylo

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ao3topshipsbracket · 8 months

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AO3 Top Relationships Bracket- Round 1 Side 1

This poll is a celebration of fandom history; we're aware that there are certain issues with many of the listed pairings and sources, but they are a part of that history. Please do not take this as an endorsement, and refrain from harassment.

#polls #star wars #torchwood #kylux #janto #armitage hux #kylo ren #jack harkness #ianto jones

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robynator · 1 year

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looking at the list of deaths wiki's star wars kill count page is frankly hilarious. the first three, even four, are unsurprising.

there's obviously armitage hux with his lovely 155 billion (which damn, i didn't know it was that much, i'd expected like half that). then there's darth nihilus, whom i had not heard about, as im not up to date with legends, at 6 billion. and then there's tarkin with the death star at 2 billion. those are the big three with their absurdly but unsurprisingly high numbers

after that there's krennic with 11 million and then...

get this...

ahsoka tano with 4 million...

there were apparently 3.5 million droids in the factory her and barriss blew up, who all count. that absolute icon killed 3.5 million droids at age 14

barriss, my dear, is of course right after her with the 3.5 million. then wrecker with 2.5 million and lando with 1.8 million.

and next is luke skywalker, because he blew up the death star and killed 1.6 million people with it. again, a way higher number than id expected but i also live in a country with a population less than that so i have a really hard time imagining that amount of people. still, it's insane

and after that we have count dooku with a slightly lower number of 1.5 million. that one's, again, not surprising and in this case id even expected more

the most shocking thing to me is actually the fact that anakin skywalker, darth vader, is in 14th place. apparently he killed only 150k people on screen. i mean we all know his kill count is probably in the millions by the end of his life but damn, 150k is a shockingly low number considering who he is and what he's done. and most of that is droids anyway

(rex, holdo, hardcase, grievous, rey and saw gerrera are other notable characters in the top 20)

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artbyblastweave · 4 months

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I interpret the first two Bioshock games as a cosmic horror story that the protagonists are just glancing off the outer edges of. Slugs don't do that to your genetic code, for one thing, and genetic code has very little bearing on pyrokinesis or teleportation or the ability to grow swarms of bees inside yourself. It's also mighty convenient that Ryan happened to have picked the one spot in the ocean that happens to have The Slugs That Can't Do That- it's obviously part of the mythmaking of Ryan Amusements that they put such a fine point on where he abruptly stopped the boat and declared that he was going to put down the foundations of Rapture, and there's a dash of narrative anthropic principle on top of that, but it's still very convenient. And In terms of aesthetic and narrative outcome Rapture from 1960 onward is certainly checking all the boxes; madness, mutation, moisture. Impossibly grandiose societies brought down by hubris, science run amok, "look upon my works ye mighty", horrible familial truths, the whole shebang. And of course you have that brilliant light below Persephone.

The story doesn't necessarily parse as cosmic horror immediately because it fronts the impression that there's a grounded explanation for every insane thing that happens. You're supposed to just take it as part of the premise that they can build something like Rapture with human technology in 1945. You mostly hear about plasmids from professionals doing practical research and development with them, so you get the impression that there's a well-understood body of science here that just happens to be outside of your personal understanding. But for every Professor Armitage who understands the whole shape of the Dunwich Horror, there are a hundred Massholes who just saw a barn explode for no reason and now have to cope with the very real invisible something laying waste to the countryside regardless of the full truth of the matter. And from within the exploding barn of Rapture it doesn't matter to Jack or Delta whether the foundations were laid down atop Rl'yeh or whether ADAM is actually the extracted blood of a Great Old One or whatever the fuck. Maybe there's someone down there who understands the deep lore and went mad from the revelation in the genre typical way. But nothing about the situation requires you that you dig that deep to develop a working understanding of what's going on. Rapture's downfall is totally legible as a mundane death spiral of bad leadership, shoddy ideology, economic pressures and bog-standard human greed. Impossible weapons swung in careless arcs by human hands.

#bioshock #thoughts #meta

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the-woman-upstairs · 2 years

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The way Jordan Peele uses animals in his films to reflect how certain people are treated is absolutely fantastic.

In Get Out, we see how deer, prey animals hunted for sport, are used to reflect the way black people are treated by the wealthy white supremacists in power. The disdainful way the Armitage patriarch refers to them as “pests” to be “exterminated” and the enormous deer head looming over Chris Washington as he’s being prepped for the surgery to excise him from his own body.

In Us, we’re shown the rabbits that the Tethered eat. They’re also prey animals, but ones specifically known for their proliferation and make their homes underground. They’re either ignored or exterminated or treated as pets, believed to be harmless and only noticed when their numbers increase to such a point that they can no longer be ignored. An underclass of animals.

Now, we have Nope, which focuses quite a bit on how animals are treated; the disrespect and lack of care in handling them because humans believe that, at the top of the food chain, there’s no need to take proper precautions or build a relationship of respect and trust. Hollywood is notorious for the animal abuses that occurred on film sets (and I’m sure in some cases, still do). And it’s notable that with the animals in the film, the only real ones are the horses. Gordy and Jean Jacket, for obvious reasons, are CGI creations but it’s worth pointing out that they’re also the only active predators in the film.

The horses are loved and respected and cared for by OJ, who values them and wants to fight for them even as he has to sell them to make ends meet. But despite them being intelligent and capable, they are overlooked and disrespected by others outside the Haywood Ranch; the film crew on the commercial don’t listen to OJ’s warnings and Jupe is feeding them to Jean Jacket. Between the two major predators being used for their entertainment value and the hardworking, steadfast horses sacrificed, devalued, and/or ignored, Peele is pointing us towards the ways certain people (specifically POC and anyone in a lower class than celebrities/wealthy) who are put on display or ignored/disrespected even though they’ve helped build the very industry that devalues them.

Honestly, I could go on, especially in regards to Nope, since that film narrows its focus on animals so much (and I know plenty of other people have picked up on what the film is discussing). I just wanted to share my thoughts on what I find to be an interesting motif in Jordan Peele’s filmography.

#jordan peele #nope spoilers #nope (2022)#get out #us 2019 #film #cinema

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