* TIL ALL MY SCARS BLEED GOLDEN

sexy ginger.

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not to be overly dramatic but hux is dead. star wars killed him and taken my muse for him with it.  so... figure i’d just drop this here in case anyone was a tma fan or just wants to follow me to my new blog @bcholding

[kiodja]

dead state, best conditions my pen pressure stopped working on this one, can you tell?

[lnfernoagent-deactivated2020091]

“The Resistance has Hope. The First Order has Inferno.”

Independent & Selective Star Wars OC | 18+ | Based on the Star Wars sequels & inspired from Star Wars Battlefront II

[riddlcr]

TROS Novelization: Hux’s death + last thoughts

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hux’s death scene fucked me up. but let me just say that all ren’s and prydes can fuck off.

[basiliskos]

stay strong hux……..

stay strong for snoke

do not strangle him

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INCOMING : ► ‘don’t detain me. Let me and my crew pass through’ from Tyrus, whom is abt to shit his pants nfjchdns SIGNALS FROM : TYRUS( @twilightttv​​​​ )

Send my character a ► and a command. They must obey. (accepting.)

                           𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐊𝐈𝐅𝐅...  He  couldn’t  say  no  to  the  command.  Not  without  fulfilling  it’s  initial  requirements  that  is.  As  the  old  saying  went:  easy  come,  easy go.  Hux  will  comply  with  their  demands  while  adding  a  few  extra  of  his  own.  Top  priority:  locking  his  lasers  onto  their  ship.

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INCOMING : ► Get me a cup of Tarine tea and kneel SIGNALS FROM : 𝘓𝘙-2193( @lnfernoagent​​​ )

Send my character a ► and a command. They must obey. (accepting.)

                             𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘,  having  just  poured  himself  some  in  his  insulated  cup.  Handing  it  over  was  the  harder  part  and  kneeling  prove  the  most  challenging.  His  stern  glare  never  wavering  from  view  as  his  left  knee  buckles  beneath  him  and  an  seen  gravitational  force  contorts  his  spine  into  a  submissive  bow.

    Tight-lipped  as  ever,  Hux  can  only  wait  for  the  effects  of  the  command  to  wear  off; punishment  for  her  transgressions  had  formulated  mere  seconds  after  her  in  mere  seconds  after  she  dare  spoke  to  him.

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INCOMING : ► Open your collar for me, let me see your neck SIGNALS FROM : KIRA ( @corvidvme​​ )

Send my character a ► and a command. They must obey. (accepting.)

                       𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆  he  does  as  told.  Nimble  fingers  making  quick  work  of  his  collar’s  clasps.  He  tugs  at  the  fabric’s  edge,  leather  clad  fingers  pressing  into  soft skin,  grazing  along  his  collarbone;  the  contrast  of  black  on  alabaster  skin  only  adding  to  the  calvicle’s  protruding  features.

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INCOMING : ►Put on some sweatpants and sit on the couch :p SIGNALS FROM : PHASMA ( @chromium-siren​ )

Send my character a ► and a command. They must obey. (accepting.)

                   𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐒;  no  surprise  there,  they  were  Ren’s  after  all.  Hux  never  owning  an  article  of  clothing  that  wasn’t  issued  to  him  in  his  life.  He  leans  back  on  the  couch,  not  sure  exactly  what  this  command  was  to  accomplished.  Force  him  to  admit  that  Ren’s  waist  was  far  larger  than  his  own??  He  won’t.  That  wasn’t  part  of  the  command.

[sphinxmemesmusings]

Send my character a ► and a command. They must obey.

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i just want to ship ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ if you / your muse doesn’t think hux is hot then unfollow bc i don’t need that negativity in my life.

[uomo-accattivante]

I’m materiale di origine: USA Today / Exclusive blooper reel from Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker (2019)

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the year is 2020 please stop calling the first order nazis

[inchells]

Day 3 of @kyluxpositivity week- Touch Starved

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edgeineer·:

AS HE HIT THE DECK,  it definitely hurt, his dark blue tail taking most of the beating, and he only managed to keep from face planting by instinctively sticking his arms out just in time. glancing around at the fish flopping about around him, his hand reached up to push his hair fully back, head shaking.

            ‘‘ you’d think that, but no. these fish don’t really taste good to me,                  so i tend to avoid eating them. ’’

                          𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐍𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃  was  taking  up  space  for  more  fish  in  his  net,  a  small  crime  he  could  excuse.  Of  course,  this  would  mean  he’d  have  to  double  his  shift  and  efforts...unless. His  eyes trail  the  glimmering  sheen  of  the  meriman’s  tail. Those  things,  while  not  incredibly  valuable,  could  be  sold  to  a  witch  doctor  for  enough  to  cover  any  lost  he  made  during  this  interaction.

        ❝ Then why get tangled in my net? ❞ 

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corvidvme·:

She smiles, reiterating patiently with time alone with him. “Just saying, you’re an odd sort keeping me alive. I’m sure it’s for some torturous fate, but the company could be worse.” Her courage rebuilt to tease with a gesture towards him in her cuffs. “Deplorable even. Worthy of a handsome bounty instead of say–banishment to some beach planet under a new name.”

        ❝ I’m merely following orders. ❞

                         𝐅𝐀𝐑 𝐁𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐌  to  let  any  survivors  as  annoying  as  her  be  graced  by  his  presence  unless  order  to  do  so  by  some  higher  being—  or  more  appropriately,  a  being  of  higher  rank.  Supreme  Leader  Ren  apparently  competing  against  her  and  the  Resistance  for  first  place  as  the  bane  of  his  existence.  ❝ You prefer death? Do so by your own hands. ❞