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I am back!

I don't know for how long, but hi! I'm here. And I feel like writing as Hux again.

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Hope you are well, Mun.

Okay so. I haven't been on here for two years.

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I love this picture

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I’m so sorry to the artist, I found this randomly and for the life of me can’t find the source, but its hot AF and the pony tail grab NICE lol.

Art credit: @dark-london

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General Hux aesthetic

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General Hux aesthetic

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the (un)holy trinity

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Domhnall Gleeson as General Hux in “The Rise of Skywalker” bloopers

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See hi-res version here: patreon.com/posts/33299817

Not sure if this is official or not, but I heard there was a leaked script where Kylo Ren appoints Hux as chancellor and my brain is going wild.

The first two are inspired by these edits suggested by @nefastidies and edits made by @upandnorth ( nefastidies.tumblr.com/post/190316377656/upandnorth-nefastidies-so-have-you-heard )       

Third one is inspired by these photosets made by @bastila-s ( bastila-s.tumblr.com/post/190317785303/chancellor-armitage-hux )

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General Hux

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conformisms‌:

                             𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒.    The  reject  stung  at  the  time  but  he  remembered  finding  their  reasoning  for  declining  straight  forward  and  understandable  enough.   Now  given  what  he  knows  about  the  other’s  blatant  lies  in  order  to  service  the  enemy…   it  burns.

.       ❝ What is your position within the company? Do you design the technology yourself? ❞    In  a  hypothetical  situation  the  First  Order  didn’t  really  NEED  Aurelien.  It  wouldn’t  be  hard  to  kill  him  now  and  then  take  over  all  he  owns  as  spoils  of  war.  Hux  could  employ  his  brightest  officers  and  cadets  to  be  mentored  by  Aurelien’s  workers  and  they  out  run  their  course,  he’ll dispose  of  them  in   a  similar  fashion.

The General remembered, Aurelien could see it in the way his eye seemed to turn darker when he looked at him. When he asked him about the head engineer, he knew it was because he was thinking about killing him and replacing him. Aurelien was glad he had made himself invaluable. “I am the head engineer within the company, and I design the technology myself.” 

“I’m sorry but it seems like you have no other option to take me alive.” Maybe he thought he’d be able to make him turn and work with him, or torture him for information and resources. Whatever it was, it’d be better than not existing anymore. Aurelien wasn’t ready for his story to end. The Resistance was still only a new ally, and he would rather not die for them.

“I know you recognize good opportunities, General.”

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“It’s a joke. We are twins, I am calling myself.... nevermind.” 

"Well aren't you handsome, Armitage." Aurelien smirks.

He looked at Aurelien. “That’s a weird thing to say.”

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@ltxmitaka:

He’d just been looking for a sweater that he’d left here a few days ago, the last time they’d had a little date night. The last thing that Mitaka expected was to accidentally stumble upon what was most definitely the most extensive collection of sex toys he’d ever seen in his life. His eyes widened, cheeks immediately flushed all the way to the very tips of his ears, and despite how much his mind was screaming at him to shut the door and pretend that none of this had ever happened, his body didn’t seem to be getting the message.

“Wow,” he whistled, fingers tapping against the door. “This is…well. It certainly is impressive.” Glancing over at Hux, he couldn’t help but think that his new boyfriend’s blush was actually kind of adorable. “When were you planning on telling me about this?”

Hux blushed furiously and he was absolutely mortified. He quietly came to close the door and give Mitaka his sweater. Maybe he’d agree to pretend that hadn’t happened? “Here’s... the shirt. I washed it for you.” He then went back to the kitchen to continue cooking for them. Silence settled between them and Hux felt extremely awkward. Mitaka still wasn’t moving from the closet. 

“So....you still want to know? Okay... uh... yeah, I’m into BDSM and...things.”

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Though he’d never admit it out loud, Mitaka was silently very grateful that Hux decided to sit back down; he was in no shape to be walking around, given the severity of his wounds. It also meant that he didn’t have to follow the General around, in case something should go wrong. Instead, he fetched another glass of water, handing it over, and settling in a chair next to Hux’s bed.

“Unamo, Rodinon, Harand, Javik…a few others from the bridge crew who have remained loyal to you,” he said, to answer the first question. It was mostly those who had worked directly under Hux, those who admired him the most. There was supposed to be no loyalty that ran deeper than one’s devotion to the First Order. And yet, a small crew of men and women had proven that sometimes, that was far from true.

“As for the scarring, I tried my best, but with the supplies on board…well, the most important thing was stopping the bleeding and making sure that you remained stable. So, I apologize for any scars that may be left over after you heal.”

“That is alright.” Hux didn’t expect to leave without scars. It was enough that he was alive. He smiled when he thought about the people who had stayed with him. They had always been the most loyal, and Mitaka even more. “I am proud of you, all of you. But especially you, Dopheld.” He used his first name to make it really personal, he wanted his lieutenant to understand he was being dead serious. 

“You’re a good officer and a better man. I wish you a good and long life.” 

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pal pal palpatine, star wars’ greatest love machine

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Armitage Hux

“You may think that you control me while I allow you to.” But remember that even faithful domestic dogs sometimes show fangs.

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kylo: that’s not healthy

hux smoking excessively while binge drinking, repressing his emotions, skipping every meal, getting no sleep, burdening himself with everyone else’s problems and repressing years upon years of trauma: beg your pardon?