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All things Kylux and adjacent ships, Domnhall Gleeson and Adam Driver

[kyluxtrash]

Hi there, fellow Kyluxers,

this blog has turned into a bit of a project for @dragonflies-draw-flame and me @tomatette.

What we're doing:

Tumblr blogs are deleted for a multitude of reasons - some of the are personal, like lack of time or interest, some are based on decisions that were made by the administration of this hellsite (for example, the big porn purge).

Artists, writers and other creators decide to leave, but even if they remove their blog from the platform - their creations remain in the reblogs. Since those can not be searched for, a lot of these gems are now lost in blog archives.

These reblogs are what we are looking for.

We're trying to find all the deleted, Kylux-related art, edit, gif (set) or writing and bring it all together here, on this blog, to make it easily accessible for everyone.

Important disclaimer: We only reblog, we don't repost. If you see your art, edit, gif (set) or writing on this blog, and don't want it here, don't hesitate to reach out to us. We will remove your creation(s) as soon as possible.

If you want to help us collect more lost gems, you can do so by pointing out posts by deleted blogs to us. Just @kyluxtrash in your reblog, submit a link to the reblogged post or send a pm.

A short heads-up of sorts: We will not be notified if you tag us in your reblogs. They don't show up in the tumblr tags either (only original posts).

Please don't repost content you have not either created yourself or have been given permission to by the original creator.

[swevenwalking-deactivated202601]

I think the sketch is interesting.

[ladyofthebruinen]

Armitage Hux:

The Meteoric Rise of the Order's Youngest General

Born on Arkanis in 1BBY, Armitage Hux, son of the former General Brendol Hux, retired Commandant of the Academy, has ascended to his father's position after the beloved General's untimely death (may the stars rest him). At age 34, General Armitage Hux is the youngest General in First Order history, and yet it would be foolish to underestimate his abilities based on his youth. Crackling with passion and determination, Armitage agreed to meet with the First Order press team and release this interview despite his busy schedule.

Prepared for the responsibility of becoming the youngest General in First Order history by a lifetime at Brendol's side, Armitage had this to say:

"I am certain that Brendol will be missed by many, and I thank all of you for your messages of condolences," Armitage responded, appearing in casual but stylish clothes that reflect his commitment to the Order's dress code standards even when off-duty. Even with the shock of Brendol's sudden and unexpected demise, Armitage seemed collected, and ready to serve, presenting a professional face for the camera. "My father's legacy is one that I am not likely to forget, but I shall strive to take the Order forward into a future greater than that of which even Brendol would have dared to dream."

Bold words from our newest General, but he does have the resume to back up his grandiose plans! We are pleased to announce that groundbreaking will begin on his greatest idea yet, the weapon Starkiller. Few plans have been publicly revealed [STAFF SHOULD NOTE THAT ALL CONFIDIENTIALITY CLAUSES ARE STILL IN EFFECT], but Starkiller is due to be as impressive as our new General, a weapon which will push back "a regime which acquiesces to disorder," Armitage notes. "The New Republic will quaver in the face of Starkiller, and we will bring the Order to its greatest heights yet!"

Though he lacks the experience of Brendol's Imperial pedigree, Armitage's vision of the future is impassioned, and he was clear to cite influence from Grand Admiral Rae Sloane, who [REDACTED], as well as Captain Phasma, of the planet [REDACTED]. Captain Phasma currently serves as Armitage's right hand on the revolutionary stormtrooper program, and declined to give a formal interview, though she did express her congratulations to our newest General.

And so shall we give the General our congratulations! The future is bright for General Armitage Hux, and we expect that his career will define both the galaxy and the First Order. Through technological advancement and dedication, Armitage Hux will bring all of us—even the unwilling deviants of the New Republic and the untamed Outer Rim— in to the future.

"I hope to show everyone the strength of my ideals," Armitage said, flashing an uncharacteristic smile, which we sadly did not catch on camera. "And that each and every member of the Order knows—when we advance, so too does the galaxy."

Inspiring words from an inspiring General!

Long Live the First Order!

(Aaaaaaaaaaaaah @jaynesilver I can't thank you enough for this fantastic piece you wrote for me😭😭😭 It warms my heart, you're amazing!)

(Prints of this in my inprnt shop!)

[joannejnn]

Randomly thought about the MySpace au by @horatiosroom !! Genuinely rewired my brain chemistry back in the day

[collophora]

Real-feline-experience.jpg

[l-a-s-t-o-r-d-e-r]

Our patient™️ general is capable of murder.

[l-a-s-t-o-r-d-e-r]

Kylux modern au part 2

[littleststarfighter]

“I’m sorry.”

[tomatette]

“I’m sorry.”

He ignites the lightsaber and the next thing he feels is Hux’s fingers cramping on his hips before they’re going slack. Before he is going slack.

The last breath leaves Hux’s body in a tired little sigh. It brushes Kylo’s skin like a warm caress.

“I’m sorry.”

His voice is shaking, his vision a blur. He’s not crying, but it’s a close thing. The tears he refuses to let fall are burning his eyes.

He deactivates the saber and Hux slumps forward, his body a dead weight in Kylo’s arms. But he refuses to let him fall. Refuses to let go of him.

Not yet.

Not yet.

Not yet.

His mind is a fuzzy, chaotic mess and he can feel a flurry of panic tugging at his concious. Cold is spreading throughout his body, his rapidly pouding heart pumping ice water through his veins.

The hilt of the lightsaber slips from his numb fingers, hitting the floor with a clang.

This was a mistake. A terrible, dreadful mistake.

Slowly, he kneels, still holding Hux in a tight embrace. His body has yet to start cooling. It’s a beacon of warmth and Kylo clings to it. Carefully, he settles Hux’s head above his heart, strokes his hair. Gently. Tenderly.

The tears are falling now. Kylo throws his head back and howls like a wounded animal, clutching at Hux. He had known it would hurt. He just hadn’t expected how much.

Snoke had told him it was necessary. Had said he needed to rid himself of this sentiment, to shake off this weakness.

He’s never felt weaker than this very moment.

Snoke was wrong. And Kylo needs to fix this or die trying.

His fingers search for the cauterized wound on Hux’s chest and he rests his palm on top of it. Then he closes his eyes and lets his mind expand, searching for the tiniest flicker of Hux.

At first he fears that he’s too late. Kylo has never done this before. He has no idea what he’s even doing, just that he has to, he has to!

When he sense it, it’s like the flutter of a butterfly’s wings, soft and barely there. Carefully, he wraps his mind around it, coaxes it, lead is back where it belongs.

Hux awakes with a gasp, the wound closed, only a star-shaped scar remaining. His eyes are so very green. So open. So trusting. So different for him than for anyone else. “Ren?”

“Shhhh …” Kylo smiles through his tears and cups Hux’s face. “You’re going to be alright. Everything is going to be alright.”

It’s the truth. Kylo will make it so.

Snoke was wrong to call Hux his weakness. And if he was wrong once, he can be wrong again. Quite possibly was wrong before. And Kylo doesn’t need a master who will steer him wrong.

He picks Hux up from the floor and carries him over to the bed where he places him of the soft mattress. They will have a lot of talking to do come morning. But for now he will hold Hux in his arms while plotting how to get rid of Snoke.

Because his former master was right in one thing, and only one: Kylo will have to shake off his weakness.

But that weakness is not Hux.

[littleststarfighter]

Having to reblog this as @tomatette wrote such a beautiful fic to go with it. And they really give it the happy ending that they really both deserve. Thank you so much for giving them such a gorgeous ending to my very heartbreaking picture ❤️

[ladyofthebruinen]

Strawberry Fields Forever

(Prints in my inprnt shop🫶🏻)

Lettering by @starpains 💖 It's her handwriting ~

[collophora]

No thoughts, just the fic "In Me No Means Can Move" by lilbatfacedgirl

(mind the tags and the rating, and send love to the author please

(づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡ )

[horatiosroom]

commission for @aptenodykes!

[aptenodykes]

Everyone say thank you horatiosroom!!

[ladyofthebruinen]

General Stark*ller

(I have prints in my inprnt shop)

[t0ypile-blog]

what even

[staryaoirs]

[vicarophelia]

Kylo Ren: Punch me in the face, Hux.

Kylo Ren: I'm strong. I can take it.

Hux: Excuse me?

Kylo Ren: I said punch me in the face. Didn't you hear?

Hux: I always hear 'punch me in the face' whenever you open your mouth.

[woebegone-kenobi]

[kylo ren's hand is chopped off]

kylo: fucking FINALLY

[tokentides]

domhnall gleeson is literally 6′1″ why the flip is everyone saying general hux is small

[thethirstorder]

General Hux is a noodle and I will fight anyone who tries to convince me otherwise

In all seriousness, Adam Driver is 6'3" so there’s at least 2 inches of height difference between him and Gleeson (probably more once you take into account the effects of Driver’s mask and costume). If we’re going with the assumption that the characters are built like their respective actors, then Driver is also bigger in terms of muscle mass/body type. If they aren’t built like their respective actors, then Hux is a noodle because we have yet to be told otherwise

[generallyhuxurious]

As a short person all the First Order are giants to me, but how big someone seems depends on more than just physical height. Ren is a lot wider across the chest for a start. But there’s also how they carry themselves and other charactisation details. Hux wears his coat over his shoulders and it makes him look like he’s trying to be bigger- like he doesn’t think he’s big enough. Ren doesn’t do that, Phasma doesn’t need to, they’re just there. He’s in charge of all these thousands of people but he’s still driven to prove himself. Like those 1980s drug lords with ridiculous brocaded uniforms.

He’s commanding officer, but here’s this guy who fills the room with force power and muscles, and he’s constantly undermining him. Hux can only puff up so far in response.

Listen to the Big Speech with your eyes shut- that’s not the voice of a great hulking rottweiler, that’s a chihuahua yapping at the universe. The voice is a choice as much as costuming and carriage. That’s a guy with something to prove.

The General in his Finaliser is basically a underconfident CEO in an Overfinch.