TORTUROUS

‹ COMMANDANT HUX › One general law, leading to the advancement of all organic beings, LET THE STRONGEST LIVE AND THE WEAKEST DIE. BRENDOL HUX. private. selective.     mutuals      only.

[kohmandant-blog]

I’m writing this because I am a person who cannot handle any sort of drama or anybody hating me in any way, shape or form. I have a slew of mental illnesses that I’m probably not even aware of. But, most importantly, I’m writing this to apologize for any hurt, pain or anxiety my actions may have caused. I understand why they were seen as wrong, disgusting and just Not Okay. And I understand why people are upset and angry. And I have no excuse other than the fact that a dear friend and I were exploring parts of our characters and their extremely toxic/unhealthy relationship and in the process helping my friend cope. My friend’s comfort and ways of coping are of utmost importance to me and if I can help with that, I will. That is my only excuse and the only one I am willing to give. But, truly, from the bottom of my heart, I am sorry for the pain I caused. I have deleted everything relating to the subject matter and it will not be brought out on the dash again.  

[kohmandant-blog]

i wish people would have talked directly to me instead of doing this. i never meant to hurt anyone.

[kohmandant-blog]

                                           he was far too old to entertain the tantrums of an overgrown child. preferring he tire himself out till he’d collapse in his own destruction. but it’d been a day that  PATIENCE  had been scarce, a tightened jaw straining his teeth. the ancient Commandant had spent his days as a consult but there’d been a danger in his fingertips. dipped into the Order’s well of water. and he’d enjoy tearing apart the Supreme Leader’s boy.   ❛   WELL, YOU’VE CERTAINLY FOUND YOURSELF IN QUITE A COMPROMISING POSITION.   ❜

                                                             @wrxckage

[cmdrhx]

                    NEVER HAVE THERE BEEN  any illusions as to the nature of the relationship she ( nor her brother ) have with him. it is not father and daughter so much as it is ALPHA & OMEGA.  when others speak of their guardians, they speak of mothers and fathers and aunts and uncles that coo sweet nothings ;  animated family dinners and WARM HUGS ; silly stories and inside jokes. those images, those concepts, are entirely foreign, and feel, from her perspective, WRONG. her memories of her father — of her family, as a whole — are not laced with LOVING embraces. they are drawn up, quite clearly in expectation and execution. the ENTIRETY of her life, splayed out before her for as long as she can remember. everything she had never done was to accomplish a goal that had been set, to meet and SURPASS the vision that he so raised her for. she had never been a child, but one part of a larger legacy ; a crucial piece to a puzzle that had ALREADY BEGUN with him. the honor of it has long since been embedded into her bones.  the corners of her mouth twitches, recalling those PARTICULAR lessons quite clearly. fingers clasped behind her back, the beating of her heart hitches to a faint degree. even at her age now, a fully fledged adult, he NEVER CEASES to intimidate.    ❛   i would never —- sir.  i learned better than to do such a thing. and the cadets, as well as the first order, have been benefitting from your wise training greatly.  this comes as of no surprise to you, i’m sure.   ❜

[kohmandant-blog]

         they were not made from soft things and bedtime kisses. not from pleasant, naive conversation. nor from stories read to sleep, stories that sound like gentle lullabies.  HIS LULLABIES WERE OF GRAND WARS AND THE DEATH OF RELIGION.  he’d filled her pretty little head with a war drum, loud and deafening. and she’d hear it till the day she died. it was a rhythm inherited through the genes.  THE HUX BATTLE CRY.  the insidious, indecorous thrumming that built their bones from mere atoms of hydrogen.  (  inhaled, they’d asphyxiate their prey and leave them mortified in their own filth. )  theirs had been a family tree of blood soaked durasteel. weeping a life destined for pedestals positioned higher than gods. they commanded armies with sharp teeth and corrupt words.  LOYALTY WAS THEIR WEAPON.  the dangerous ideal of devotion inspired in their men. if Elena Hux could not destroy her men into blind allegiance (  rip them from their conscience and make them ghosts within a suit of armor  ) then she’d been no daughter of his.  ❛   THERE’S NO NEED TO BLUBBER, ELENA.   ❜   he’d used her given name, as if it’d reduce her violently to those days of strict childhood.  ❛   i’ve known for quite some time of the efficiency of my method. i only hope my successors follow through and fail in ruining the progress i’ve made.  ❜

[cmdrhx]

days without being mentally scarred by brendol hux: 0.

[kohmandant-blog]

BLOCKS ALL OF THOSE MENTAL IMAGES !!!!

                      whoops sorry bb girl >:^ )

[kohmandant-blog]

brendol’s relationship with all kylos everywhere: *beats the shit out of him and they both get off on it.*

[wasoftarth-blog]

          why has she returned? —- one question she had hoped not to answer nor to be asked. ‘tis in her instinct to keep her once-warm gaze, now cold, to the ground, to her boots 'neath her. uneven terrain && dirt, blood && rain —- all she has known, && none compares to the scrutiny, none compares to the terror, the displaced disposition, the careful strike, of this man. thoughts whirl, curl, twist at her whim to fabricate the reason. why?     “     ––––– i should think it would be better kept between me && those who are CONCERNED.     ”

[kohmandant-blog]

                                          PATHETIC. WEAK. COWARDLY.  branded a traitor, it was weaved into her skin like an angry barcode. she’d never be free of it, she’d reek of disloyalty till he’d had the decency to free her of her misery. of which he had no inclination of doing. an animosity ran like fire through his veins and he’d jolted an angry hand towards her face. fingers gripping her jaw, pressed tightly into the bone. (  if she would not look at me, i will make her. )   ❛    YOU LISTEN TO ME. . .     ❜   a command, an order meant for domesticated animals who rebelled against their reins.   ❛   -- you betray the Order, you betray me. i am the FIRST ORDER.   ❜   he was a storm inside a nebula, silent but terrifying to look at.  ❛   AND I OWN YOU. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ?   ❜

[grey-shepherds-blog]

[kohmandant-blog]

            I. STAND PROUD AT THE TEMPLES. THEY WILL CALL YOUR NAME. // commandant brendol hux. private. selective. by dom.

[the-askboxmeme-blog]

Put "Claimed" In my ask box and I'll generate a number below. NSFW Versioin

A Passionate Kiss

Kiss anywhere you choose

Oral Sex

Own me tied in bed naked for one night

Own me tied in bed naked for two nights

Shower Sex

Will do whatever you say for one day

Rough Sex

An intimate night alone with me

Your choice

My choice

[kohmandant-blog]

[ brendol hux voice ] I AM THE DADDY.

[theydontknowweknowtheyknowweknow]

88/? photos of Kevin McKidd

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                    ❛  misconstrued as.  ❜     a sip of his own  DRINK,  parted lips welcoming the burning sensation. his legs are crossed,  STRAIGHT  &  composed figure occupying the chair of his  TAYLOR-MADE  position with innate ease:  he was born to sit at this desk.     ❛  let’s not  BURDEN  ourselves with potential misinterpretation, commandant.     this is  POLITICS.  make no mistake:  this is a  BATTLEFIELD.  we all have to dirty our hands every once in a while.     –––––     the question is:  will you?  ❜

[kohmandant-blog]

                  ❛   as a strategist, it’s only natural that i expect the worst, isn’t it ?   ❜   he does not mimic the president, a comfortable ease as he sits in his chair made from the bones of those he stepped on to receive it. his broad shoulders are mean, back aching from an erectness learned since he was a young Marine. he does not sit with ease. there is a predator in the room.  ❛   ESPECIALLY SINCE IT CONCERNS MY MILITARY.   ❜   Commandant Hux was a terror of a man. and the men he held beneath his fingertips were only a reflection of it. a fraction of the danger that lives in his heart.  ❛   but yes, i will do it.   ❜

[kohmandant-blog]

            I. STAND PROUD AT THE TEMPLES. THEY WILL CALL YOUR NAME. // commandant brendol hux. private. selective. by dom.

[kohmandant-blog]

                       the city had felt more of a nuisance than a necessity. the poor cowering in the darkened corners like parasites off the rich.  (  creatures made from the languid calls of a sovereignty.  )  one such scrounger had clung to the hemmed tails of his coat and the Commandant had kicked him viciously, the heel of his boot catching the sharp edge of the man’s ribcage.  HIS GUARD HAD SNICKERED AND HE HAD SILENCED HIM.  eyes the color of a frozen pond held in them the power to paralyze.   ❛   POLICE YOURSELF.   ❜   they were not men to laugh in the face of despair. for there were things that fed off the darkness.

                                                               @protivach

[cmdrhx]

                 THERE ARE ENDLESS DAYS of memories in that word ; that single utterance that she may even dare to think sounded proud, to some degree. she had not SURVIVED & thrived beneath his expectation, his word ( far more IRONCLAD than any known law ) for naught.  one test after another ( & only ever a few short steps behind her brother ) presented, CONQUERED, surpassed. the family name — his named, inspiring loyalties & wreathed in legends — would not, could not, be tarnished.    ❛   i trust everything is up to standard?    ❜ 

@kohmandant

[kohmandant-blog]

                               ❛    SO FAR, COMMANDER.   ❜   his children had been a single product of his own intelligence. built from the refurbished pieces of his own home. with the blood of his veins and the sweat of his brow. they’d been a hybrid of durasteel and organic life. it was  HIS WORD  that birthed them into existence and they were his to command like an army against a rebellion.  THEY’D BEEN THE BEGINNING OF A GRAND DYNASTY.  led by a man with duracrete for a spine and manipulation on his tongue.   ❛   i trust you’ve not been coddling the cadets as i’ve taught you.   ❜