DON'T YOU KNOW . . . ? a private portrayal of ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ from the star wars sequel trilogy. novel & headcanon based. reforged with inspiration from the duel of the fates script, featuring hux as the high chancellor of the new empire. strictly 21+, beware of dark themes. THE DEVIL'S VOICE IS THE SWEETEST TO HEAR.
โง carrd โง prompts โง lore
my mind is filled with cataclysm and apocalypse. a literary exploration of rebirth through destruction, bequeathed destiny , the snake in the garden, losing one's face behind the mask, parasitic propaganda & embodying the demons you devour.
โง FOLLOWING
Please do not follow if you are under 21. Minors will be blocked.ย This blog is mutuals only. f.y.i. I'm on mobile frequently and might take up to a week to follow back. I tend to keep a very small dash & focus on established dynamics.
I hard block for: homophobia, transphobia, sexism, ableism, discriminatory behavior or excessive callouts. I softblock for: no rules or age/ age range posted on your blog.
& break mutuals for: no interaction from your end after a few months ( after my attempts to interact ) I do not mind if non rp blogs follow, as long as you do not reblog my posts.
โง BLOG WARNINGS
Mun =/= muse. The muse is not a reflection of my moral or political views and ideals. The star wars novels are very dark. Thus,ย this blog contains dark themes and nsfw content.ย Please be safe and block or unfollow if there is anything that makes you uncomfortable. General triggers will be tagged โtw: the triggerโ.
Dark themes include:ย violence, manipulation, torture, war crimes, mass destruction, carnage, murder, death, gaslighting. Due to hux's canonical past:ย canon displayed/implied physical abuse & child abuse may appear on this blog in recollection. Canonically implied sexual abuse may be implied or mentioned in recollection as well. No s/a will ever be actively written or condoned on this blog.
My triggers include: real life images of organ trauma and excessive bodily gore.
โง CHARACTERIZATION
My portrayal of Hux is entirely novel and comic based for the first two installments.ย Along with the influences of my own headcanons and development.
I do not follow or incorporate the movie portrayal at all. Please do not assume Huxโs characterization based on the movies. My third arc is canon divergent, and loosely inspired by the abandoned Duel of the Fates script.ย Featuring Hux as high chancellorย of a newly established regime, headed by Kylo Ren. I do not follow the Rise of Skywalker, whatsoever.
โง INTERACTING
If we are mutualsย you are are free to send in rp memes, IC asks and like starter calls. Non-mutuals may send in headcanon asks only.
While I do not mind occasional spontaneous threads,ย I am more inclined to plotsย and will often prioritize plotted interactions due to my busy irl life. Please do not godmod or metagame.ย Hux's participation in Starkiller is a top secret project that a majority of characters ( unless high ranking First oOder officials or perhaps high ranking Resistance spies ) would not be aware of.
โง MUSE WARNINGS
Hux is highly manipulative and a very unreliable narrator.ย He will gaslight, manipulate and lie to your muse. For the sake of a cohesive narrative, I may not always give clues to indicate when he is doing this. But I will always plot ahead and ask consent before writhing this behavior within a "romantic", familial or platonic ship. Interaction DNIs:ย considering hux is canonically a c/a victim, I do not feel comfortable with constant jokes about him being abused in TLJ. I don't mind IC interactions including violence toward him. He is a villain and a terrible person, after all. Just please refrain from incessant abuse jokes.
โง SHIPPING
I enjoy dynamics of all types, but due to the nature of the character, I may be selective when it comes to shipping.ย Hux is notoriously difficult to ship due to the fact that he is an incredibly toxic and manipulative character. I am not opposed to toxic ships where there is no power imbalance between both characters. But as far as romantic ships go, I am generally more inclined to ship him with other villainous characters. I am also character exclusive when it comes to romantic ships. As in, I will only ship with one version of that character. Ships that I absolutely will not partake in are Hux/Pryde and Hux/Admiral Brooks.
โง CREDIT
The psd I use is "show yourself"ย by jaynedits.ย Any edits on this blog by friends or others will be cited in the post.
I will never get over the concept of Hux slowly succumbing to second hand exposure to the dark side, despite dis vehement attempts to oppose anything metaphysical. Perhaps his mindset is swaying slighty, perhaps he is becoming a but beastly in the process.
I always think about that line in the Aftermath series that referred to Armitage as a lonely child. Of course, he was the only young child on the base aside from the child soldiers who were implied to ne around 5 + years older than him. ( When he was the age of five ). But I wonder how much of his loneliness was attributed to instinctive & reactory habits instilled by his abusive father. Which perhaps became corrupted into his aloof and standoffish demeanor. ( Amongst other horrible habits he learned at the academy & military, etc. )
nyara damiki โโฆ ย Nyara had worked a while preparing the perfect salad for the General, knowing the little things he preferred to have in it given how long she'd known him. So she waits outside his quarters for him to answer, the salad resting on a neat tray with dried flowers of multiple colors.
Shadows dance along the adjacent wall, as sunlight wanes into the horizon in a melting haze of lilac and vermillion. Within the graying sky above, a sliver of moon can be spied amongst the clouds. Nature's subtle indication of the countless hours he has poured into this project.
Unentangled from a majority of his political duties for a measure time, Hux's undivided attention has been captured by something far more riveting. An advanced targeting system upgrade for the newest model the Eclipse Class Star Destroyer. The spread of designs before him are smorgasbord of nural stimulation for a restless mind, plagued by the perpetual muddle of political disarray that has hung over him like a darkening cloud. There is something so freeing about indulging in the art of avionic engineering. A high unparalleled to anything he has ever felt.
Perhaps there is a sprig of irony sowed within the leaves of fate; that this was the path untaken. Swallowed by the roaring waves of his untempered ambition. He does not dare to wonder what may have been. Dreaming is a plague of the mind. And a mind must stay sharp to survive the thralls of this insidious pit of snakes.
Betwixt the hovering screens of data, his eyes shift, falling to an empty caf mug, and then to the blinking light above the chamber entrance. Hux clicks the command to part the armored doors, unveiling the visitor beyond. The soft curl of the Chancellor's lips is contrite, if not sheepish, as his and Nyara's vision collide. โ It seems I was a bit carried away. I hope you were not waiting long. โ He offers @rebelrite something uncannily akin to an apology, rising from the high-backed chair to greet her.
Celadon eyes traverse the vibrant tones of the spread, settling upon the delectable blend of greens and genuine protein. A sight that stirs a low grumble in his empty stomach. โ That looks delectable. โ He nods her forward. โ Come, sit with me. โ Pale lips quirk into a sliver of a smile. โ You are familiar with the inner workings of an aircraft, are you not? โ
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Hux atop the parapet of the palace skydeck at a sunset, his hair blood red amidst the scarlet haze of fading light. There he stands every evening, haunting the capital as the rising moon beckons dusk.
If Hux was not so vindictively ambitious, he would have remained an engineer. His love of designing a creating is unparallel to anything else in his life. But alas, the bitter drive to outdo his father & the hunger for greatness prevails.
โ โ Does your muse believe in free will? Do they believe that people are mostly free?
philosophy introspect โโฆ
Whilst Hux does believe in the paranormal, due to his exposure to the force and other unworldly phenomenon, he is not prescribed to the concept of pretermined fate. Circumstantial limitations aside, he does believe that individuals have free will, and are therefore, the masters of their own fate. But he also believes that most beings fall prey to ( what he believes are ) their own vices; insecurity, lethargy, lack of ambition, misguided views, nativity. Hux tends to think most of the galaxy is weak-willed and easily susceptible to manipulation.
"I think-" he pauses, staying his tongue. A storm of emotions flickering across his unguarded face. A wave of ice overtakes Hux's features, barricading himself from the sliver of weakness unearthed by his careless lapse.
This was in a draft I was writing for Doll in 2025. Sir, what the hell were you going to say??
The sound of roiling waves echo in the distance, cloaking the jagged teeth of ornery beasts the lurk between turbulent blue. This land is a paradise of flora, adorned in vast verdant hues of lush forests and robust grasslands. And just like the rise and fall of the tide, the currents of Hux's life always seem to draw him back here. To this planet. To this place. A derelict wasteland, where the grave of his childhood lay, scattered amongst the rubble of the fallen academy. He thinks not of that. Nor his mother, the smothering tangle in his chest that threatens to rise through his esophagus like bile. He has come here with purpose, and that purpose he shall fulfill. Anyone with a true understanding of politics knows that that there is no such thing as a social call. Something as mundane as afternoon tea can shift the scales of a galaxy in the blink of eye. This rendezvous may just prove to be the breaking point, for better or worse.
Gazing across the endless blue, Armitage allows his mind to wander. The methodically compartmentalized catacombs of his brain unravel with a fleeting thought, allowing a specter of dread to worm its way between the fault where confidence and control collide. Exhaustion seizes him, bearing heavy upon his body and consciousness. Within the tempest of his own thoughts, he barely hears his companion's words.
โโฆ ย ย WHAT A PLACE TO COME FROM, ย ย rownei ren ย utters.
โ Yes, โ the words drift from his lips with the rise of the evening wind. A flicker of a smile graces the Chancellor's lips. โ They called it the gem of oblivion. Rich aristocrats would brave the journey to visit here for 'the water cure'. โ Celedon eyes roll upward, sparking with a gleam of amusement as he inclines his head toward the rolling waves. โ Some of them stayed and industrialized the natural exports. Most notably, great grandfather Velize. โ He muses nonchalantly, all traces of former melancholy gone with the fleeing rays of afternoon light.
โ They built this small fishing world into a trade center, erecting luxury resorts alongside the marine-based mining initiatives. โ A sweep of a gloved hand beckons the eye toward the bounty of civilization nestled into the tiered hills below their cliffside view. โ There was a certain allure to the unspoiled flora that appealed to wealthy tourists longing for an escape from the tumult of their city homes. Thus it was preserved for the sake of tourism. โ The silver of cynicism snaking between the syllables of his otherwise, matter-of-fact timbre is nothing short of palpable. โ And subsequently rebranded as 'eco tourism' once comadeered by Rebel forces. โ
One shoulder rounds in tune with the upward roll of the Chancellor's eyes. โ So you see, despite the opposition's flagrant insistence that the Imperial effort toward globalization is disrupting the ecological balance of the Galaxy. Their own pursuits are far from solely altruistic. But I digress... โ A weary sigh flutters through the inflection of the closing statement, reinstating the stiffness of Hux's posture.
โ We did not come here for a history lesson. โ His gaze locks with @renkniighted's lingering throughout a staggering beat of silence. โ Rownei, In the light of our... synergistic rapport... โ Hux pauses for a moment, brow furrowing as an unsettlingly sentimental noun dies on his tongue. โ I must ask that you do not relay any of the non-politically relevant details of this upcoming meeting to Kylo or... your partner. โ
