#Monster!Hux

[hux-and-gay]

did I spend way too much time using this picrew to make Kylux AUs? Yes yes I did.

(I will make more if you guys have AU suggestions)

Classic Kylux

Vampire Hux

Monster Kylo

Kylo Amidala X Emperor Hux

Modern AU

Fae Hux

Knight Kylo x Prince Hux

Kylux Wedding

Demon Kylo

Frankenstein AU

This was meant to be mafia but clothes was limited so it just looks like classic Kylux with blood

[faiyx]

Art for @/exqueres on instagram! I had sooo much fun drawing the singularity, what an awesome comm 🥹 I am FULLY BOOKED for MAY but I am excited to take your commission in JUNE, meanwhile, check all this out!

commission request form 🕸️ commission info & prices 🕸️ patreon 🕸️ tip jar

[tonyloon]

Huxloween 2024 - Day 15 - Vampire (again) -Aww yisss, good scratch! - THE ANIMATION-

@huxloween - hope it's okay to do it twice c:

Spend to much time on this but @billiam-bonkarius suggestion needed to be adapted!

[offical-ouroboros]

dude your unknown x readers are SO. HOUGHHHHH /POS,,, there is so little content for it anywhere but yours is utterly DELECTIBLE, if u do post the singularity thing you wrote i would be more than happy to read it bc i also love that freaky lil chewed gum looking son of a bitch 🩵🩵🩵 - a-monsters-chew-toy

yesyyeysyeysyeysyeysyyeysyeysysys I love finding other people who enjoy monsters like me (*´꒳`*)

Please note this entire thing was written with me in mind and I didn't actually expect anyone to be interested... And it's a bit of a three parter! If you like this one, I'll post the second piece as well :3

Feel free to request anything specific you'd like for future posts!!!

~☆

Should or Shouldn't - 1

CW: yandere stuff idk, hux kidnaps you lol, heavy projecting on reader character because this was from my docs fanfics, not proof read cos these are my late night rambles, slight nsfw implications through speech??? man idk I'm crazy for hux, male pronouns for reader lol

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Thunk.

You dropped the pallet down, stunning the creature.

“You should not do such things.” Its glitchy, monotone voice uttered.

You paused.

You didn't even really have time to run before it spoke.

And for some reason…

“S… Sorry.”

It paused.

Then its sleek, metal leg crushed the wooden planks under it.

And you didn't move.

And it didn't hurt you.

“Is this the part where I run?” You speak up, half jokingly.

“No.” It says plainly.

“Calibrating... Your refusal is futile.”

“I- Sorry…?” You say again.

“You are not fit for this experiment. I will be taking you now.”

“W-What?!” You cry out, trying to take a step back.

It quickly grabs you, clutching the back of your shirt with its claw.

“You should thank me for this.”

You tense.

“T-Thank you…?”

You're so confused.

“Good worm.”

Things just continued from there.

You stayed in its grasp as it brutalized the others in the trial, mangling their legs so they'd just bleed out.

And then, when the realm was about to collapse…

You just went unconscious.

+

Waking back up was a nightmare.

At least, you wished it was.

You were somewhere in its realm still- The Entity’s hand picked wreckage of whatever planet the Singularity had come from.

You were on the floor. It was cold. But on the bright side, there seemed to be… Some kind of fabric near you. Large enough to cover most of your body, if you curled up.

You start to stir more, pushing up before falling flat back down as your limbs buckle under you.

Yelping in pain, you can't help it but cry.

Your pain is only worsened when you feel… Something… Coiling around your ankle.

It's like the fleshy plants of this planet. Like the nasty growths of skin covering the Singularity’s robotic form.

You whimper and tug on it, panic setting in.

There's a few odd clunks- Getting closer.

But you're too terrified to process them.

“Stop struggling.” Its voice suddenly speaks up, shocking you out of your efforts. You scramble back, still laying on the ground.

“Refusal is futile. You are safe now.”

In what world was this safety?

"What are you talking about?"

“Your inferior mind was no match for future experiments.”

“Lemme go-” Your voice cracks and you break down into a sob. “Lemme- Lemme go!” You cry out louder, quivering as you do so.

“You are emotional. It is amusing.”

You shake as your fists ball up. Leaning back against the ruined barrels and such behind you, you simply break down sobbing.

It stares at you, motionless.

“You should not be crying.” There's… It almost sounds genuine. Like it can't understand why you'd be upset with it.

You don't respond. Just cry.

Shuffling closer, its scythe arm brushes against you.

Of course, you flinch away, whimpering. But…

Its head tilts slightly.

“Stop it.” It utters. “Your whines are irritating.”

You keep crying, curling up slightly.

“ . . . Analyzing situation.”

“Calibrating.”

“What is the problem?”

You scowl, glancing up at it.

“You took me.” You hiss.

“Incorrect. I have saved you.”

“You kidnapped me!"

“You were going to get yourself killed. I have saved you. You thanked me.”

You tense.

“Why are you acting up now?”

You tilt your head down, feeling just barely calmer.

“You scare me.” You mumble.

“A logical response.”

“So you'll-”

“You are never leaving.”

Shudder.

“Fuck you! I hate you!” You scream.

“Your emotional blabbering has lost its charm. I advise you to stop. Or I will make you.”

A harsh huff leaves you. “What? You'll kill me? Good. I don't want to be-”

You're slammed against the barrels behind you. A quick breath is forced out.

“It will be slow. Painful. You will not die.”

You're back to sobbing, completely hysterical.

“There. There. Be a good worm.” It's pressed closer to you… Oddly intimately. Its right arm is behind you, forcing you to lean into it or risk being cut.

“I hate you.” You whimper.

“Your emotional outburst…. Is valid. You will not be punished for them. If you stay put.”

You swallow, lower lip quivering. And… Hesitantly lean into him, nuzzling softly.

“There. Good…”

It seemed to stop itself from saying something.

“P… Please get- Get my leg out.. Out of th… Please?” You struggle to find the words. “I'll- I'll stay right here. I just… Don't like being tied up when I don't wanna be…”

“Beg for it.”

“ . . . I'm- I'm not gonna-” Your ears move in embarrassment.

“Then it stays.”

“ . . . Mh-” A weak sound escapes you. “Okay.” Your voice is so quiet.

“Little worm is deceptive. He stays until his superior can trust him.”

A little whine escapes you, and you nod.

It's not like you could do much else.

Maybe it would kill you. Maybe, like it said, it would just torture you. The Entity had already allowed it to take you. To remove you from Her trials. Maybe forever. Maybe just until it got bored of you. And by then, She'd likely be bored too. And you'd finally, truly die.

But no.

The Singularity would keep you.

Forever.

You were human.

Bound to have some reaction to anything it did.

The slightest change could spark a massive, brand new reaction.

And it would love to…

Study you.

That's all this was.

Right?

[moem3]

Dude we’re getting the band back together

Sequel characters as Sesame Street puppets

[josei-lee]

Kylo Ren as Clawdeen Wolf and Armitage Hux as Draculaura (or Werewolf!Kylo and Vampire!Hux)

[smidgen-of-pigeon]

guy deployed everyone gather here [comm]

[slashersgostabbystabstab]

People who only view the Singularity as some robot animal pet

Read the tags before you come at me

[hux-and-gay]

If you want to draw literally anything from your vampire/werewolf/monster hunter AU, I'd love to see it!!

After drawing this I kinda wanna turn this into a fic. Anyway here’s character designs for the AU, Kylo is kinda sloppy bc I half way gave up on him. Also he has 2 arms I just didn’t draw the second one so it wouldn’t block the design

For anyone who is interested in the AU it takes place in the same universe as my dating sim rp blog @hollowsdill-manor feel free to check it out. The AU is also not just Kylux it covers every trilogy.

Monster Hunter Hux

Vampire Werewolf Hybrid Kylo

Height Comparison (with Kylo in his monster form)

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@not-so-allegiant-general @tomatette

@thegeneralorder @existing-sadly @diabollicallyangelic @fives-ren @dragonflies-draw-flame

[jaynesilver]

Hi @kyluxcryptidfest! Sorry I’m late. Tonight’s piece is a fun bit of Lovecraftian Erotica, starring a skeptical Hux and a monstrous Kylo.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Armitage Hux/Kylo Ren Characters: Armitage Hux, Kylo Ren Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Lovecraft Fusion, Lovecraftian Monster(s), Lovecraftian Erotica, Explicit Sexual Content, Gay Sex, Period-Typical Homophobia, Internalized Homophobia, Human/Monster Romance, Monster Kylo Ren, Virgin Armitage Hux, Virginity, First Time, Scent Kink, Touch-Starved, Overstimulation

Summary: Armitage has never been a believer in the Beyond...but this summoning ritual offers him more than proof than he'd expected, and Armitage is caught in the dangerous grip of the unknown.

[nefastidies]

Inspired by "Implicit Demand for Proof" by imperialhuxness

-1-

“I need you on the ground,” Ren says instead, measured, but tight-strung as a grappling cable. Apparently sensing the retort on the tip of Hux’s tongue, he continues, “But I’m not taking you into the thick of combat.”

Hux thins his lips, keeps up the patient tone. “That’s where this team and I will be most effective.”

“At too high a risk.”

Since when do you care about risks? Hux barely bites back, instead manages, level, “Nothing we do is without risk.”

Ren’s gaze flashes with an insistence that isn’t anger. His eyes are like coals, waiting for a spark. “I’m not taking you into that firefight.”

Really.

Fucking really.

“So you won’t take me into a firefight,” Hux lowers his voice to a hiss, but it still reverbs under the high ceiling, “yet you dragged me ten klicks below the surface of Coruscant.”

“Well, maybe I--” Ren hesitates, gnawing his lips. His gaze drops to the mosaic tile between their boots, then flickers back to Hux’s face. “I shouldn’t have.”

Hux is too pissed off to bask in the near-admission of wrong. “Well, you can compensate by bringing me this time, when it makes actual, tactical sense.”

“You’re not going into a combat zone.”

“I was born and raised in a--”

Ren’s voice drops to a whisper. “That’s an order,” he says, invoking it almost gently, below earshot of the men.

Hux purses his lips, aware of his surroundings again. Of the absolute indecorum of this argument.

Around himself and Ren, three officers stare at their feet, four tap too aggressively at their datapads. The two trooper commanders confer in whispers about a new blaster model. Mitaka seems interested in the mosaic on the floor.

“Yes, sir,” Hux forces out, Academy pert, and the gathered staff returns more or less to professional attention.

--- -2-

Hux whirls toward the sound as a massive shape bursts through the treeline, scattering leaves. Some sort of megafauna. Some sort of monster.

The creature’s smooth skin glistens livid green, its underbelly sickly pale. Its mouth opens wide, baring short, sharp teeth like a Rodian fly-trap’s. It has six legs, each ending in a crustacean pincer, which stab the ground with each step. It reeks of rot and salt, as if it just crawled out of brackish water.

Hux’s pulse skyrockets, and he jumps back on adrenaline. Why do you ever leave the ship, every time you leave the ship it’s some shit like this, every goddamn time—

He yells to Ren that they should run, even as the creature screeches again, lunges toward them.

But Ren stays put. “You should run.”

And Hux would. He would, but he’s already several meters back, and the soles of his boots weigh a kiloton. He’s rooted to the ground. The blood pounds in his ears, and he can’t move, can’t think.

The thing screeches. It’s high-pitched. It rends the air. Its movements ruffle the foliage around it. Its pincers break the damp earth.

Ren steps in front of Hux. Into its path.

--- -3-

But Yago’s lips still twist into something unbearably self-satisfied. “General Armitage Hux,” he says, “was executed six months ago on a charge of high treason. So even if Hux were alive, it would be my sworn duty to have him shot in the back of the head.”

It hits like a blow. Phantom pain lances through his leg, between his ribs. Yago’s right. There’s no defense when he’s--

Before Hux can formulate one, Ren’s gaze kindles. “I’m Supreme Leader,” he returns, typical thoughtless clapback. “I hereby pardon him.”

(Typical thoughtless clapback.)

Everyone knows traitors receive no mercy.

--- -4-

A humanoid figure emerges from the shadows like he’s been waiting there. In two strides, he closes the distance to Hux and Ren. It’s clear he’s part alien, skin teal-tinged and marked with pale striations. His voice is somewhat rough with drink, but his movements are smooth, purposeful, eyes trained on Hux.

“Thought you could just slip out with your date?” he spits.

There are far bigger concerns than correcting the assumption.

“What?” Hux returns, elegantly.

“The bartender told me you were coming this way,” the man says, ill-concealed rage contorting his mouth. “Got a lot more nerve than I’d give you credit for, showing your face like this.”

Shit. Hux’s pulse picks up, and for a second the alley takes on the sharp edges of panic. You knew this would happen eventually, you knew -- Stop.

“I’m sorry,” he says, tamping down the worst case scenario, “what are you--” 

But it’s like he doesn’t even hear it. 

“Kind of man that’ll pull a trigger from a thousand lightyears away. Not even the guts to look at what you’d done.” The man’s eyes flash with the sort of hatred Hux actually recognizes. “My wife was on Courtsilius, General Hux .”

The man takes a step closer, and Hux is about to spread his hands and explain with a baffled simper that he’s got the wrong person. That the Hosnian ‘Cataclysm’ was an unspeakable tragedy and a monstrous war crime.

But before he can speak, sulfurous green ignites in his periphery. The air hums, cracks with the sudden whiff of ozone. The blade of the antique saber impales the man’s chest.

--- -5-

Ren shakes his head. “But I still need you,” he says, eyes glittering, desperate, searching. “What about weapons dev? And you can actually conduct diplomacy--”

Hux cracks a smile. “That’s going a bit far.”

Ren huffs a laugh, but doesn’t indulge him. “You balance me,” he continues. “I don’t know what I’ll do. I love you.”

Hux’s pulse drops into his stomach. His spine stiffens, more from surprise than actual discomfort. It isn’t a concept with which he’s familiar. But it’s right, somehow. As Ren’s eyes search his face, curious but unshrinking, he can’t deny it.

[bubblergoespop]

My Top Damien Quotes

i want him to chuck a water bottle at me ♥︎

“You are a person that is overflowing with love to give, and that is not too much, that is fucking beautiful.”

“I’m not going to get mad, I just want to know who did this to you.”

“My fire is a part of me.”

“I can do good. That’s all I want to do. I want to help.”

“Now who whimpers?”

“Well if you four would stop teasing me, I could stop doing my best impression of a furnace.”

“I have never felt more flaccid in my entire life.”

“Oh, he thinks I’m funny when I’m mad? Huxley has no idea what I look like when I’m mad.”

“C’mon nature boy, let’s get natural.”

“Handsome man [he’s saying this with a :3 on his face you can’t convince me otherwise]”

“Huxley, I need you.”

“I want all this anger to mean something.”

“I can walk.”

“You’re always so gentle with me. With everything. I-I’m not used to that.”

“Body like yours needs a little worship, you know?”

“Yeah. I’m fine… I’m freaking out.”

“A-are you gonna serve, or what? [he’s too busy gawking at Huxley’s muscles to realise he’s holding the ball himself, not Hux]”

“The rolls aren’t aerodynamic enough. I can’t get enough speed behind them.”

“Huxley seems to think threats are a way I express love.”

“Who. Was. It?”

“I’ve gotten pretty good at screaming at walls.”

“You remember that positive outlook when you’re ripping out your happy trail trying to get dried cum out of it.”

“I spent a lot of nights thinking about all the stuff this body of yours could do.”

“Hey. I don’t just care about it as a morally wrong action for the sake of it. I care about you. You’re my friend. A good one. And my friend is hurting, and I can do something about it, so I’m going to.”

“You are the person I choose. And I’m so fucking grateful that you’ve chosen me.”

“He [Huxley] does make it hard to get mad at him, even when he is doing something asinine. It’s like trying to stay mad at a puppy. Just doesn’t feel right.”

“The bear’s cute… For the record though, you’re the only teddy bear I need.”

“I’m made of tough stuff too Hux… and I like it rough…”

“All I can think about is worshipping this incredible body of yours.”

“It’s all yours.”

“God I love how big your hands are.”

“I don’t whimper [proceeds to whimper]… only with you.”

“Pick me up. Turn us around. Press me into the wall. And fuck me.”

“Yeah we’ll see how great you think I look when I set your hair on fire.”

“Just because I usually want you to top, doesn’t mean I don’t love your ass.”

“I wanna feel every fucking inch of this monster.”

“Ugh I laid down on your cum and I’m pretty sure we’re glued together now.”

“All mine huh?”

“Huxley. Fuck me. I wanna cum with your cock buried inside me all the way to the base.”

“I’ll trade you goofballs.”

“Cute glasses.”

Honourable Mentions (Non-Canon)

“I’ve had friends before. I’ve never had a friend that I felt as close to as I do to you.”

“You feel good. Except your hair’s trying to go up my nose.”

“Fuck. God, you drive me crazy with just a touch. Just a look, honestly.”

“Now gimme.”

“If you wanna know which one I’d prefer, ask me. Directly.”

“Do you think this is what they meant when they say ‘Light a fire under your ass’?”

“Yes, I’d say my fire likes you very much.”

[jessequinnfirstofhername]

The Rules:

Every twenty-four hours* there will be another round. After every round, the team in last place will be eliminated.

*Round One will run for three days, to give as many people as possible a chance to get involved.

If there are multiple teams tying for last place, there will be a special elimination round. In these rounds, every team in last place will be eliminated, even if all the teams have tied equally.

When there are only two teams remaining, they will face off against one another in a week-long poll to determine the victor.

If the team that you consider the best isn’t listed here, hit the ‘what about ___???’ option and reply to this post with the overlooked team. The team with the highest ‘write-in’ votes will be added to the next round. Welcome, Cal Kestis, Nightsister Merrin, Cere Junda, Greez Dritus, and BD-1!

Not all of these teams have names, if there's an official or unofficial name that they're more commonly known by that I'm unaware of, please let me know and I'll update how their option appears in the poll.

This is all for fun. Don’t take it too seriously ;)

Goodbye, Din Djarin and Grogu 👋

^^^Look at that! Look how sad you monsters made him!

Round Six!

[offical-ouroboros]

Should or Shouldn't - 2

here's the second part :3 there's a bit of a cliff hanger... But I'm working on a third part!

CW: yandere hux idk, mentions of drugging (sleeping pills), hux + reader struggling with emotions, hurt/comfort???, hux is a bit of a jerk but he's also a sweetie, not proof read

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It was more exhausting being with Hux than being in a trial.

That's how it felt most days.

There was nothing to do! Either he was away, or he was… just watching you.

Sometimes he got bold. He'd touch you, cut you up.

It was never anything bad.

Nothing like the trials.

Cuts like the light mark of a razor blade. Just enough to see red.

Sometimes you didn't even notice. And then, when you felt the wetness- Saw the blood, you'd freak out.

You'd cry and sob, and beg him for something to help.

These times, you never blamed him.

He never had to deal with your hurling insults. Screaming at him. Fighting him. Saying you hated him.

. . . Why did it make his mind struggle when you did that?

. . . Why did he care if you hated him?

. . . Was he . . .

Developing feelings?

No. Of course not. It wasn't possible. He was a machine. Sure, he was made to help humans, but they'd never coded anything like affection into his system.

This was just a side effect. Something left over. Part of his medical knowledge. Part of his programmed desire to aid humans.

. . . So why couldn't he purge it?

+

Everything felt so heavy as you woke up. You were moving- Well, being moved. Your full body weight pushing you down.

You let out a small sound as you stirred, feeling sick as you saw the ground quickly sliding away from you.

The familiar grasp of claws held your shirt.

You don't bother speaking. You've moved enough, made enough sound- He knows you're awake.

“Sleep, worm.” Hux's voice urges you.

“I- Mhn… I can- can't-” You whine, feeling nauseous with the movements.

“You will.” He speaks again. “Transport is in progress. I do not want your idle squirms.”

Shuddering, you bow your head as you try not to vomit.

“S-Slow down, I'm gonna- Mmnh…” Hearing your worsening cries, he suddenly comes to a stop and you crash to the ground. “Ow- Fuck!” You whimper. But you don't move.

You just lay there, whining as you try to take deep breaths to calm down.

“Little worm should not have woken up…” He seems upset. “Recalibrating.”

“ . . . Huxy, I don't feel good.”

That stupid nickname. If his tech wasn't so advanced, you'd hear that cheesy dial-up tone that older computers made when processing something.

“An accurate response. My dosage was correct. But you refused to drink more.”

Dosage…? What did he-

“D-Did you drug me?!” You cry out, doing your best to look up before gagging and looking back down.

“Affirmative. The worm was complaining of difficulty sleeping. Analysis shows one's conditions as the most likely issue.”

Yeah. Being kidnapped by a killing machine, bound by your legs, and made to sleep on the freezing cold floor could lead to insomnia.

You're tense- Partly from how sick you feel, and partly from general fear.

“Where… Where are you taking me?”

A moment of silence.

“A new location has been found suitable.” He speaks plainly. “Will the worm behave? Or be bound once more?”

You swallow.

“I… I can be good.” You mumble.

“Unexpected. Further testing required to validate your hypothesis.”

Trembling, you bow down a bit more.

“Is there… Any other way you can carry me?” You ask meekly.

“ . . . Requesting approval.”

You pause. He was… Asking for your permission?

“ . . . Will it hurt?”

“Negative.”

“Uh… Approved?”

In a swift motion, you're plucked from the ground and held… Surprisingly sweetly.

Your legs are raised over his forearm, keeping the blade of his hand pointed away from you. His clawed hand is under your back, encouraging you to sit up slightly.

It's… A princess carry.

“Mmh…” You'd felt so sick. And now…

Your head meets his chest.

“ . . . Good organic.”

If he could smile he would.

+

This ‘new location’ was… Nice.

Like the rest of it, everything reeked of death with a partial stench of chemicals.

But… Other than that?

There was a bed. Sort of.

A deconstructed sleeping pod, piled up with random scraps of blankets and fabrics.

A window-

Which was actually just a massive hole in the wall, but Hux had patched it up by melting the dome of the previously mentioned pod to it.

And… A table.

Which was just a chair from the dining hall with the back removed.

It really wasn't much. It was still a mess- And you could swear there were blood stains on some of the cloth in the bed.

But… it was definitely better than the floor.

Right now, you're nestled sweetly into the pod, buried in the fabric. Hux had been bringing you more- It seemed any time he found something that wasn't full of holes or tears, he'd deliver them to you.

You could try and ask him to stop, but he wouldn't.

“Your body temperature is not regulated. These will adjust your heat levels when recharging.”

The longer you spent with him… The nicer it actually felt.

It was tiring, yes. Boring, of course. All you could really do is sit there and sleep.

But God did you miss being able to rest. Having a bed. Being warm without a fire. Feeling… Safe.

When things first started, you were terrified of him. With good reason, of course.

You'd seen what he could do. Felt his blade. Been reduced to agonizing pain as he injected you with… Some kind of chemical.

But now… He was good to you. As good as an artificial intelligence hellbent on killing humans could be.

And things were especially different-

When you woke up to him cuddling you.

[brawlite]

some horror fic recs for october 👻

i wanted to put together a rec list of my favorite horror fics for the spookiest month. there are a bunch of different flavors of horror in here as well as a number of different fandoms, so hopefully you can find something that tickles your fancy (though ngl i would still rec reading these bad boys even if you don't know the fandoms at all).

i tried to tag tumblrs when/where i could find them, but if i couldn't, the author name links to ao3.

a reminder as always: this is horror—please read all the tags.

thanks for reading and i hope you find something to enjoy!

also, pretty please feel free to reblog and add your favorite horror fic recs.

👻👁️🎃🔪👻👁️🎃🔪👻👁️🎃🔪👻👁️🎃🔪👻👁️🎃🔪👻👁️🎃🔪👻👁️🎃🔪

the ghost apple tree by @thefearofcod

10k words, rated m song lan/xue yang/xiao xingchen (the untamed/mdzs) summary:

Fixing up a decaying house in the woods is the same as addressing your problems. (sxx is haunted)

brawls' notes: i think about this fic a lot; i'm haunted by it. this is by far one of my favorite horror stories i've ever read—the vibes are off-the-charts and horrific in a very visceral, tense way. made me feel weird (positive). i hope it makes you feel weird too (this is a threat).

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convergence by @astrophyllitely

33k words, rated e lan zhan/lan xichen, lan zhan/jiang cheng (the untamed/mdzs) summary:

Lan Wangji regains consciousness in a crashed spaceship on an unfamiliar planet. He is not alone; Lan Xichen is there. He is not alone; Jiang Wanyin is there. But never both at once.

brawls' notes: space horror? check. psychological horror? check. uneasy and tense alien vibes? also check. beautiful push and pull of the narrative, paired with an an intense feeling of claustrophobia. there's a particular moment that had my heart right in my throat. stunning.

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mockingbird by MarInk

82k words, rated e stiles stillinski/peter hale (teen wolf) summary:

Stiles works tirelessly to keep the roof over his heads and longs for a proper challenge for his brains. Peter chafes under his sister's authority and nurses big, bloody dreams. One day, the two are connected by a mistaken text message. One never knows who is on the other end of a wrong number. Sometimes it's somebody one will come to cherish and adore. Sometimes it's a ruthless, unapologetic monster. Sometimes it's both.

brawls' notes: sometimes you read something and are just blown away by it, forever altered. that's what this was for me. want a type of monster-au you've never seen before? this is it. also: ostensibly a wrong-number au, but don't be fooled. (i was.)

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never meant by nonhicsumus

3k words, rated m alex krycek & dana scully (the x-files) summary:

Sometimes the past isn't worth digging into.

brawls' notes: whump and psychological horror? plus alex krycek?? my favorite. every word of this is perfection—i instantly wanted to read it again for the first time. you can.

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fais do-do by @moku-youbi

18k words, rated e will graham/hannibal lecter (hannibal)

summary:

“Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change.” ― Mary Shelley, Frankenstein (this fic does not have a summary, but begins with this quote)

brawls' notes: a different-meeting au packed with everything you need for the perfect horror story: violence, blood, a chase scene, and an unreliable narrator. delightful.

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blackbird, fly by @acroamatica

19k words, rated m kylo ren/armitage hux (star wars: tfa)

summary:

One sunny afternoon in the mountains of Washington state, Ben Organa-Solo walked out into the woods. He never came home. Six years later, a journalist specialising in missing-persons cold cases decides to follow his footsteps and see where they might lead.

brawls' notes: a masterpiece of vibes. this reads so much like a spooky mystery novel, but with a creeping, anxious dread. perfect for the season if you want that true autumnal sort of chill. i've carried this fic in my heart for nearly a decade now—it has inspired me in my own writing so much over the years.

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grey stars on the rise by @iodhadh

4k words, rated e song lan/xue yang/xiao xingchen (the untamed/mdzs) summary:

Xiao Xingchen comes back. Xiao Xingchen comes back wrong. It takes too long, maybe, for Xue Yang to realize something is wrong with Song Lan too.

brawls' notes: the exact embodiment of: be careful what you wish for. brutal and crushing and so deeply, utterly satisfying. absolute yi-city perfection: the vibes are wretched but strangely romantic (chefs kiss).

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half your life you've been hooked on death by @whatever-you-can-give-me

4k words, rated m vash the stampede/nicholas d. wolfwood (trigun) summary:

Wolfwood is cornered in an alleyway. Things get worse before they get better.

brawls' notes: and what's a horror rec list without a little bit of gore? whump and blood and near-death-experiences—oh my. this is brutal and feverish and exactly the right flavor.

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black rock mountain by @bokuno-jinsei

24k words, rated e will graham/hannibal lecter (hannibal) summary:

Will is a hitchhiker with questionable hobbies. Hannibal is a man who has questionable motives. When Hannibal drives by Will who just so happens to need a ride, things quickly take a turn from the questionable to the downright depraved.

brawls' notes: you know That Fic that is really the epitome of that pairing for you? yeah, this is it for me. perfect alternate first-meeting fic. lives rent-free in my head.

👻👁️🎃🔪👻👁️🎃🔪👻👁️🎃🔪👻👁️🎃🔪👻👁️🎃🔪👻👁️🎃🔪👻👁️🎃🔪

and hey, why not be a little self-indulgent: i can't help but rec a few of my own horror fics here, too:

old growth

21k, rated m song lan/xue yang/xiao xingchen (the untamed/mdzs) summary:

There’s something in the woods outside of their hometown. Xue Yang and Song Lan are going to find it.

brawls' notes: i tried something new with the formatting on this one and i think it panned out solidly and was a desperately fun way to tell the story. this is full of spooky, sleepless forest vibes.

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what's real or isn't

57k, rated e kylo ren/armitage hux (star wars: tfa) summary:

Hux's new house is not haunted. It isn't.

brawls' notes: i honestly love playing favorites and this is one of mine. this was a load of fun to write—it's chock-full of vibes, personal experiences, local history, and love notes to my favorite horror stories.

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acquiesce

16k, rated e original luo binghe/original shen qingqiu (svsss) summary:

After seeing the gentle and loving Shen Qingqiu of the other world, Luo Binghe returns to his own with a hunger that can only be satisfied by one thing—a Shizun of his very own.

brawls' notes: this isn't spooky or haunted, but it is psychological horror—packed with nightmares, flashbacks, dread, and manipulation. enjoy!

👻👁️🎃🔪👻👁️🎃🔪👻👁️🎃🔪👻👁️🎃🔪👻👁️🎃🔪👻👁️🎃🔪👻👁️🎃🔪

and that's it! hope you find something fun to read for this october 🖤

and again—please reblog and add your own horror recs if you are feeling so inclined!

[saphronethaleph]

A Straight Course Is A Predictable Course

“Are we just going to keep running?” Poe asked. “This doesn’t…”

He groaned, shaking his head. “This isn’t right. We can’t escape, and running like this just means we don’t know where we’re running to. If we keep running we’ll only die when we run out of fuel, but we will die.”

“Or get captured,” Finn pointed out.

“Which is probably worse,” Poe muttered.

“But… I don’t get it,” Finn added. “Where is everyone? This ship’s huge! Bigger than a Star Destroyer, right?”

“Much bigger than the older ones, yeah,” Poe agreed, frowning. “The Raddus is a big bigger than that one we met on. Slightly, anyway.”

“Then… where’s the crew?” Finn pressed. “It should have a crew of, what… eighty thousand? I’ve hardly seen any of them.”

Poe laughed.

“Man, sometimes I get a reminder that you worked for the First Order,” he admitted. “No, this ship’s mostly automated. The crew is about a thousand, instead of eighty thousand.”

Finn’s frown only deepened.

“Then we should be able to win a fight against a Star Destroyer, right?” he asked. “Not that monster behind us, but if we’ve only got a crew of a thousand and a Resurgent has eighty thousand then what’s all that extra space being used for? Weapons? A Resurgent has fifteen hundred turbolasers, dozens of them are heavy…”

He looked perplexed. “I don’t know, man, you’re the pilot! I’m not even good at ground combat. But what’s this ship good at?”

“Uh,” Poe said, then went over to a display and keyed up a schematic display. “It’s… no… it’s not got… this is, uh, yeah. I never actually thought about that before, but the Raddus has hardly any weapons compared to a Star Destroyer. Sure, they’re heavy weapons, the turbolasers are on par with the heaviest guns that a Star Destroyer has, but there’s no light weapons… six proton torpedo launchers…”

He shook his head. “Yeah, what is all that cubage being used for? It’s not weapons… we’ve got fighter bays, but not many of them, this isn’t a proper carrier. The shields are tough, but…”

As he spoke, Finn’s lips moved.

“So… this ship’s got fewer weapons, but tougher defences,” he said. “Right? Right?”

“Yeah, that’s about the size of it,” Poe confirmed. “Why – it sounds like you’ve got an idea, Finn?”

“Well – I guess maybe the designers were idiots, but… the only way this ship could beat Star Destroyers is in a long fight,” Finn explained. “Yeah? And for a long fight, you need lots of-”

He cut himself off. “Can you check what’s in the storerooms?”

Hux leaned back in his chair on the Supremacy bridge, and tried not to let his attention visibly waver.

They’d been pursuing for fourteen hours, now, and he’d insisted to be on the bridge for the whole of the chase… but that was something he was going to have to change soon.

The idea of letting someone else get the credit burned. He knew that the Supreme Leader would admit that it was Hux’s idea that was letting them chase down the Resistance, but there was an enormous difference between that and being the one who personally ordered the destruction of the last Resistance cruiser.

It was why he’d kept up the barrage, hour after hour. If the enemy’s shields so much as flickered he wanted them crippled – dead – he wanted the Resistance crushed, so they would never return.

He didn’t want Kylo Ren to get any of the credit… or, if that wasn’t possible, and it probably wasn’t with the fighter strike the snot had launched, as little as he could manage.

Which meant no more fighter strikes. He wanted to savour this.

“...that’s weird,” someone said, and Hux stifled his initial physical response.

And a yawn.

“Report,” he said.

“We’re picking up something from the Resistance cruiser, sir,” the technician replied. “Well, behind them… debris, it might be.”

“Debris means damage,” Hux said. “Did we get a piece of them with the last volley?”

He hated to say the next words, but he had to. “Or was it from the earlier strike?”

“I’m not sure, sir,” the tech answered. “I’m running a back trace on the vectors now.”

Hux rose from his chair, walking over to watch over the technician’s shoulder, and his screen lit up as it displayed the vectors of the debris and back-plotted them.

They’d originated from the Resistance cruiser, all right, and nowhere near where Ren’s strike had hit.

“Prepare for a full barrage!” he said, then the technician coughed.

“...sir,” he said. “I’ve been trying to work out what happened. And look.”

The man played forwards the recording of the last few minutes, including the most recent shield flare, and Hux’s jaw worked slightly.

The shield flare had been as intense as before, and it hadn’t been near the debris source either.

In fact, it looked like the debris source had been… one of the hangar bays?

“MYNOCK!” someone shouted, and Hux’s head snapped up.

He saw red flares on the tac display. Incoming torpedoes.

A lot of red flares.

“Huh,” Poe said, as a sequence of internal explosions gutted the Supremacy. “Who would have thought you could get such a good result just by dumping eight thousand proton torpedoes out the back of a ship?”

“All hands, prepare for jump to hyperspace,” Admiral Holdo announced, over the comms. “All hands, prepare for jump to hyperspace – we’re getting out of here before they retaliate!”