WORLD DESTROYER.

i sharpen my blood on a knife, my soul that cataclysmic, it’s edges made of a narrow night.

[siniztre]

#SINIZTRE:    evil or criminal; giving the impression that something harmful or evil is happening or will happen.

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EXPLORING THEMES OF:   rage of the father / guilt of the son  ・  not weak, patient ・  ambition is evil ・  child soldiers & their making ・  the puppet is also the puppeteer ・  clawing your way to the top under any circumstance ・  destroyer of worlds ・  and etc.

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[waterminnend-deactivated2026013]

THE WAY IT JUST CUTS OFF THERE 😭

[siniztre]

brendol saying that parnassos’ automated weapon system shot down his ship doesn't track to me. like, in my opinion the empire's outdated tech would still have been better than that and able to detect an unsophisticated system like the one of the con star mining company. vi moradi even said that the weapon system was easy to avoid when she went there and met with siv. granted her shuttle was much smaller but 🫡 part of me thinks and hopes that this was armitage’s first attempt at killing his father by doing something fucky to the ship and not expecting those 4 people and the droid to survive lmao. imagine his disappointment. phasma herself said something like the ships that usually got shot down were usually just in pieces so what a perfect accidental death for brendol and then a disappointment to hux when he found out that his father had survived. i know hux says later on that he and phasma talked about the perfect time to kill brendol, but i really don't think that was hux's first attempt on his father's life. it would have been too perfect an accident that brendol died while out in the field looking for kiddos to steal back to the first order and i think that i'm actually going to incorporate this into my portrayal as hux's plan a for killing brendol,

[orpheuslament]

they hate me for finding romance in the violent & violence in the romantic. also for the killing

[siniztre]

             ❝     that was my nanny,     ❞       hux says, waving goodbye to the woman as she slips down the steps of the brownstone and to her car.   and immediately he hates how pretentious he sounds.   of course he has a nanny, of course he lives in this big ass house alone with his daughter, of course it seems like he's vying for the other man's approval.   maybe he is.   hux isn't sure how he feels about kylo yet, but he knows that artists have a reputation of being starving and his excessive life seems almost like a ‘fuck you’ to those not as fortunate.   he wants to pause, considers explaining to kylo that he isn't that type of person.   whatever it may be.   that nazoline and her sister were part of some cult or something, some highly religious shit, that they're good at rearing children.  not that hux expects them to raise everly, but they're there when he needs.   he pays them well, he wants to add that part too.

             still, all of it just reeks with the undertone of showing off and he half wants to shoot himself in the foot.       ❝     come in, please, sorry-     ❞       for making you stand outside and watch my nanny leave with me.   it feels inappropriate.  the kids have already tumbled inside, excited shrieks and yells sounding in the foyer until there's a stampede of feet pounding up the stairs into everly's playroom.   not her bedroom, no, that's a boring place.  and the fact that hux even has to potentially explain the children's whereabouts to kylo feels like yet another flex.       ❝     i made coffee, it's one of those espresso things so you can choose what you want or if you like tea, i have some authentic stuff from england,    ❞      he's talking too much, doesn't want to fuck this up for everly's sake and maybe his own too.   maybe.

▸▸ semi-plotted starter call / @ealdorbana

[siniztre]

beach ball????

[siniztre]

i can't stand behind anyone that says hux is a bottom, im sorry. homeboy is a dom leaning switch and i'll preach this until the day i die.

[scotchgrove]

when u like a character for their potential to be interesting and complex more than how they’re actually written

[siniztre]

   ▸▸ @ealdorbana said: [playful bite for attention]

              ❛  enough,   ❜    he bemoans, palm raised in defense to try and thwart any more of the other man's touch.   gloved fingers are brought to his jaw, wiping away remnants of slobber and checking for crimson hints of blood.    ❛  you're filthy, you smell like a bantha.   you're acting like one too.   ❜    coming into his office, frightening his secretary by slamming through the door   (   𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍   ).   leaving a cloud of red tinged dust in his wake, acting like it's been more than just a few days since they've last seen each other.   𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐱 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧. stars forbid he's not available when kylo returns from a mission, full of pent up energy and the desire to disrupt hux's entire schedule; that was an ordeal in itself. he’s still counting the coin lost from the other’s last fit.    ❛  𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑢𝑝,  ❜    it’s not a suggestion, he pushes away the eyesore of the dark helmet as it sheds flecks of mud and whatever else on his neatly piled forms and offers kylo a scathing look.    ❛  we’ll debrief after.  ❜

[feral-ballad]

Analicia Sotelo, from Virgin: Poems; “South Texas Persephone”

[Text ID: “Look now: my heart / is a fist of barbed wire.”]

[siniztre]

       ▸▸ @sherez said: Chews on him like a squeaky toy

             he takes her jaw between his thumb and index finger, holding her there for a bated second.   it's firm, not enough to hurt, but enough to help her understand that he's serious.     ❛  you know your mouth has better use, vasilisa.  ❜    𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡, 𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬.   stomps them out like killing the butt of a cigarette with your heel, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎.    ❛  you can start by giving me the information you've promised and finish by apologizing for how delayed it is.  ❜

[orpheuslament]

they hate me for finding romance in the violent & violence in the romantic. also for the killing

[pizzat-i]

and if his whisper splits the mist— just think of what he's capable of with his kiss

[siniztre]

I'm here to *checks smudged notes on hand* ki..ll?? kiss???

             hux leans in, the knight's collar between his gloved fingers. 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐝, 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐩. inflammatory, distended at the chest like all arrogant and power stricken men, he feels somewhat untouchable. he leans in like people do when they want to make a point, but maybe don't have anything important to say in particular. 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜, 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕… if he were wiser, less annoyed ( 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑, 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑒𝑑 ), he might remember to keep the distance between them. not that proximity, or lack of, does much against a force user, but it gives him time at least to expand a blade from his sleeve. or at least support the false hope of such a notion. ❛ kiss me or kill me, just make a decision before i die of infinite boredom. ❜

「      (    random asks   ) / always accepting / @chaopavit

[siniztre]

hux lives rent free in my head but he pays rent anyway because he's so fucking annoying.

[soracities]

Adonis, from "The Funeral of New York", The Pages of Day and Night (tr. Samuel Hazo) [transcript in ALT]

[charmymemes]

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

feel  free  to  change  any  pronouns  or  subjects  (or  reverse).      tw  for  blood,  death  and  physical  violence  mention.

‘  is  it  complete?  ’

‘  who  are  you?  ’

‘  who  is  this?  ’

‘  why  are  you  bleeding?  ’

‘  what  would  i  do  without  you?  ’

‘  do  you  feel  alright?  ’

‘  what’s  your  name?  ’

‘  why  do  you  hate  me?  ’

‘  do  you  want  something  to  eat?  ’

‘  aren’t  you  supposed  to  be  someone  important?  ’

‘  did  you  read  it  yet?  ’

‘  can  you  help  me?  ’

‘  why  do  you  act  so  weirdly?  ’

‘  what  do  i  do  with  someone  like  you?  ’

‘  you  awake?  ’

‘  can’t  you  tell  left  from  right?  ’

‘  how  dare  you?  ’

‘  can  i  have  a  word?  ’

‘  why  didn’t  you  fight  back?  ’

‘  can  you  stop  interupting  me?  ’

‘  why  are  you  here?  ’

‘  what  happened?  ’

‘  haven’t  you  said  enough?  ’

‘  why  are  you  still  ___?  ’

‘  why  don’t  you  shut  up  and  be  quiet?  ’

‘  what  did  you  dream  of?  ’

‘  why  are  you  yelling?  ’

‘  how  could  you  say  that?  ’

‘  is  that  mine?  ’

‘  why  did  you  turn  out  this  way?  ’

‘  are  you  talking  to  me?  ’

‘  why  won’t  he  date  me?  ’

‘  why  did  you  hit  him?  ’

‘  why  are  you  crying  yourself  to  sleep?  ’ 

‘  are  you  serious?  ’

‘  who  did  this?  ’

‘  will  i  regret  this?  ’

‘  do  you  promise?  ’

‘  is  that  mine?  ’

‘  am  i  dead?  ’

‘  can  you  stop  moving?  ’

‘  is  he  looking  at  me?  ’

‘  does  it  hurt?  ’

‘  how  did  that  happen?  ’

‘  what’s  the  weather  for  tomorrow?  ’

‘  are  you  in  love  with  me  yet?  ’

‘  is  it  that  important?  ’

‘  want  some?  ’

‘  was  that  an  accident?  ’

‘  what’s  the  deal  with  you?  ’

‘  who  do  you  think  you  are?  ’

‘  can  i  ask  you  something?  ’

‘  why  don’t  you  leave  then?  ’

‘  how  could  you?  ’

‘  is  this  all  you  can  do?  ’

‘  why  is  this  here?  ’

‘  how  did  you  get  in  here?  ’

‘  is  it  freezing  to  you?  ’

‘  what  are  you  making  tdday?  ’

‘  are  you  lost?  ’

‘  has  it  been  that  long?  ’

‘  how  could  you?  ’