Text
Theory:
If you liked kylo ren, you now like Aemond Targaryen
If you liked general hux, you now like Aegon
#feels true man idk#slaemond#slaegon#babygirls all of them#hotd#house of the dragon#aemond#aemond one eye#aemond targaryen#prince aemond#aegon targaryen#aegon ii#it’s the vibes#tom glynn carney#ewan mitchell#kylo ren#ben solo#general hux#armitage hux
56 notes
·
View notes
Note
What are some of your comfort fics? I’m dying for recommendations and I trust your taste
the way i classify a comfort fic is something i've read more than once, so. not all of these are particularly comforting (that is, soft/fluffy) but they're all pieces of art and should be revered
darkfics in red. multifandom list. links to tumblr or ao3
COD
lavender skies, by @yeyinde
dangle on the leash, by @/yeyinde
sink or swim, by @/yeyinde
the pit, by @peachesofteal
dead disco, by @/peachesofteal
saltwater, by @ceilidho
landscape with honey, by @/ceilidho
pet au, by @cordeliawhohung
omegaverse au, by @sprout-fics
red fox series, by @charnelhouse
OTHER FANDOMS
sober ii (melodrama), by shaekespeares on ao3 francis abernathy x richard papen
out there, somewhere, by renaissance on ao3 francis abernathy x richard papen
anagnorisis, by maiden_of_asgard on ao3 kylo ren x f! reader
imperium, by audrey_w on ao3 armitage hux x f! oc (+ kylo ren)
rough day, by @no-droids din djarin x f! reader
i've flown too close to the sun, by /charnelhouse din djarin x f! reader
for the love that used to be there, @fatesundress tom riddle x f! reader
atrophy, by @/yeyinde joel miller x f! reader
95 notes
·
View notes
Text
Chapter 3 - Taris (II)
Fic summary: The second arc of my Armitage Hux x OC fanfic, “chocolate cookies and tarine tea”, in which both need to deal with the mess they got into (and with each other, eh eh eh). Involves cookies that won't be eaten and tea that will get spilled. Same goes for certain feelings... they are going to be hungry ant thirsty 😏
You can find the link to AO3 and other chapters on Tumblr in the pinned message on my dash, both for the first and second arc 😊
Rating: Explicit. This is going to be very NSFW. So, Minors, do NOT read or interact. 18+. Family, friends and colleagues, please don’t read this. :’-)
Tags & warnings: TRoS fix-it (kind of), Hux!lives, Hux doesn’t like Kylo, Not a Redemption Arc, maybe a little bit, shameless fem!OC insert (there are cliches but entertaining ones imo), slow emotional burn, medium sexual burn, Enemies to Enemies With Benefits to Lovers, Hux is still a villain don't forget, Virgin Characters, masturbation against the door, pinv, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Awkward Sexual Situations, Past Child Abuse, dubious first kiss, Dom/sub Undertones, Mental Breakdown, Unprotected Sex, wet Hux, that deserves a tag/warning on its own, Minor Character Death
I will add tags as we proceed in the story, please let me know if I forgot one!
Taglist: @mylifeisactuallyamess, @morby and anyone who’d like to join 🥰
A/N: I realized that both Taris chapters are short... too short to read on their own.That's why I decided to review and publish the second part, so at least we get some general ginger 😊
"I need you, remember?”.
Did I really say that out loud?
Armitage shivered from disdain, hating himself for sounding so desperate. He wasn’t, and by any means this was not the signal he wanted to give the headstrong girl. Who knows what that overexcited mind of hers was thinking now. If she even begins to think she has power over me and tries to stab me in the back…
Only now, he started to realise there was some truth behind these poorly chosen words. He was completely dependent on Miko to make his risky plan succeed. He felt vulnerable, having to place his faith in her hands. He was supposed to be guiding her with his tactics, hopefully coercing her into doing the right thing and making sure the mission ended successfully. But right now, with the connection cut off, she was out there all by herself and he felt lost, the lack of control eating away the last piece of trust he harboured for a positive outcome. Stars, he hadn’t been feeling confident enough with the plan and her possible lack of abilities in the first place, and this was the consequence. A new level of distress, right on top of his other concerns.
It was already about half an hour ago, when the direct line with her earpiece commlink had fallen away. She had signed him that she was just about to enter the designated building by then, so no doubt the place was shielding off all type of communication.
That left Hux without any means to know what was going on, and he felt empty and way too nervous to his liking.
Hux started checking the perimeter sensors now, making sure no one was spotting his shuttle with the naked eye. They could mess with clearance codes, but anyone who took visual confirmation of the shuttle would know that they weren't exactly a cargo vessel. Something that should automatically sound the proximity alarm, but you can never be too certain, he sourly thought, aware of how the stress was eating him and making him do irrelevant things.
He sat down in the cockpit’s seat again and brought his hands together, the fingers locking when he rested his forehead on them. He didn’t know what to think, he wasn’t used to just… waiting. How long was she going to take? Every minute that passed made him wonder if things weren't going to work out as planned, or even worse, she was selling him out. Maybe something happened to her, out there in the streets, and he could be waiting here for nothing.
He tried to think about something else, but the only other thing apart from Miko he could focus on, was his anger and spite towards Ren.
Ren… Resentment was all that he had left. That, and the knowledge that the unguided projectile with a lightsaber and the other officers had always tried to put him aside. That they were out there, wrecking the First Order. But they underestimated him. He would prove that he has what it takes to lead the Order. They will see.
The proximity alarm bleeped, and he only noticed by now that Miko’s location sensor had become active again. He made a mental note that he shouldn’t dwell too much on Ren and the misery he brought to his life and the Order. The self declared lord of the Dark Side shouldn't be plaguing his mind, now or ever, he wasn't worth the attention.
He swiftly stood up, ready to check on the girl; he was dying to know what happened and if she in fact obtained the coördinates to the Resistance’s base.
Actually, that feisty girl has proven to be an adequate distraction from these dark thoughts, he realised once again while watching the sensors bleep and pressing the command to lower the ramp. Seems like he should appreciate her company after all. If only not to overthink his sightless situation and drown in his depressing theories.
Miko was coming into view of the cockpit’s transparisteel viewport, and Hux paused his movement.
What is she up to now? He wondered, started seething, when looking at the small cargo container floating behind her.
#general hux x oc#armitage hux x oc#armitage hux smut#star wars fanfiction#generalginger#gingergeneral#lemonginger#general hux#armitage hux#star wars fic#sw fanfic#sw fic
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
Armitage Hux made with makowka character maker II- Picrew
24 notes
·
View notes
Text
Wish (Gingerrose Holiday Prompts)
Commander Rose Tico stepped inside a dimly lit turbolift that seemed to be moving upward without end. Arrth-Eno Custodial Complex II stood tall on the planet Coruscant and housed the most high profile prisoners. Darth Sidious destroyed the original building during the Galactic Civil War in a bid to rid himself of the detained Rebel spies but in the end the Empire did not win. Hoping to rise from the ashes of the fallen Empire, the First Order birthed a new army and started a new war. But like their predecessor, the First Order suffered the same fate.
Defeated by the Light.
With the collapsed of the First Order, the New Republic faced a new dilemma … being overrun by defeated enemies. What to do with your former enemies? Some called for their execution to pay for the war crimes committed. Some called for mercy and rehabilitation believing that there was good in every soul. And some fell somewhere in between.
Rose couldn’t really say for certain where she fit in. Some days she wanted all of them to die. Why should they live when they had hurt so many? But then on other days … well.
It was complicated.
Many prison complexes across the galaxy such as the Arrth-Eno were rebuilt to accommodate and house these defeated enemies as the New Republic contemplated their next political move.
The turbolift slowed then halted. The door slid open and Rose made her way down the lone corridor to an armored officer manning a station of security switches.
“Commander Tico,” the armored officer saluted her rank.
“I’m here to see prisoner Armitage Hux,” Rose spoke with a sort of satisfaction at the turn of events. The former General, at one point, had her on her knees while he ordered her execution.
But now … now things were different.
Rose was free as bird while the former General was detained at a maximum security facility. She couldn’t resist the small smile. She shouldn’t take pleasure at the misfortune of another but for Armitage Hux … she’d make an exception.
The officer punched in a few code and the large door slid open. They walked inside and reached another locked cell. This one held one very important prisoner.
Before the officer put in a clearance code he turned to the petite commander. “Are you sure you don’t want a blaster with you, commander. This prisoner … he’s dangerous.”
“I’m sure. You may return to your post, Sergeant. I need to talk to the prisoner, privately,” said Rose.
“Roger that, Commander,” the officer dutifully pressed a series of code before the locks clicked and the steel door slid open. Commander Tico stepped inside and the door closed behind her with a thud and a loud clicked indicating that the locks were back in their intended location.
Armitage Hux, the loathsome general of the now defeated First Order, sat on a steel bench with his back resting up against the steel wall of his cell.
His ankles shackled. His wrists bound together in front of him with a pair of binders.
Another wave of satisfaction washed over her. This was good. The light side triumphed.
Hux slowly opened his eyes. He never had visitors but then again this particular meeting was long overdue. Commander Tico stood stiffly before him with her arms crossed and a prominent frown on her face.
“I wish you wouldn’t be so cross. That frown is quite unbecoming … to be perfectly honest with you.” Hux’s voice was dispassionate giving a mirage that he was unconcern about the visit from an official representative of the New Republic.
“Oh shut up!” Rose seethed loudly, stepping closer to the prisoner.
Despite his height, the fact that he was sitting down meant that he had to tilt his head back to look up at the approaching petite woman. A moment of complete silence passed between them.
“Commander Tico. I know why you’re here. And more importantly what the New Republic wants,” Hux dragged his vowels with the mention of the new government.
Rose quietly seethed and simply stared at the fallen enemy before her. Rose was here on behalf of the new government. Her superiors had made a decision and she was just doing her job complying with her order. Following through with her new mission.
“You wish that Pryde’s blaster had pierced my beskar armor.” Hux asked as Rose continued to glare down at him.
“Yes, I wish that.”
Hux bit his lower lip to prevent a victorious smile. Finally, Commander Rose was being honest.
“You wish that you could just kill me here, right now, without consequence.”
“Yes, the thought did cross my mind.”
“You wish that I was an insignificant fallen enemy … that I was not a spy … that I had no role in your victory over the First Order.”
“Yes!”
Rose shouted then heaved out a big sigh. She hated this man. How could he be so … so condescending and arrogant when he’s cuffed and detained inside a maximum security facility?
Hux stifled another smile. It was too easy.
“Let’s hear it then … what are the terms of the New Republic?”
“Full cooperation. We want to know everything you know about the First Order, the weapon systems, trainings, battle plans and especially the names of your former associates.”
“Another wish of yours?” Hux asked sardonically.
That was when Rose lost her self-control and jump on the steel bench with her hands on Hux’s neck effectively strangling the prisoner. She shrieked out of pure frustration.
Hux had limited means of self-protection given that his ankles and wrists were bound and the attack was unexpected. He successfully scooted back but ended up in a corner of his cell.
“I’m done playing your stupid game! So, I’ll ask again. Will. You. Cooperate!!!??”
“Alright! I’ll cooperate!” Hux managed to wheeze out with his windpipe crushed by two small but very very very strong hands. Rose applied more pressure on Hux’s neck out of sheer spite before willing herself to let go.
“Ahhhh. Dank Ferrik!” Rose promptly stood up with her hands fisted tight over her chest as she paced the cell’s floor.
“You crazy woman!” Hux brought up his bound wrists up so that his hands could pat away the pain. Then he brought up his legs and folded them against his chest in a fetal position.
Rose couldn’t believe her luck. That the council would assign this mission to her. That in the foreseeable future she’d be working with this demented, arrogant, self-importance fallen enemy to extract information in order to aid the fledging new government.
“That’s right, I’m crazy,” Rose stopped pacing the cell and returned to face her new partner, “we’re going to be working together. That is … you’re going to confess EVERYTHING to me. Soooo … the next time you play your stupid game,” Rose raised one fist in front of Hux’s face and he instinctively recoiled back, “remember this!”
This was not how Hux had imagined the negotiation for his release. Shouldn’t the New Republic send someone professional? At least someone sane.
Hux chanced a look at Commander Tico. Kriffing A.
He was in trouble.
10 notes
·
View notes
Text
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
Blood and Fire: A Reylo Smut Sequel (Part II of IV)
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/LbVsxDo
by nimoy
The angsty tryst between Rey and Kylo Ren continues, woven into the events of Episode VIII.
Words: 17841, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 2 of Reylo Smut Saga
Fandoms: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M
Characters: Rey (Star Wars), Kylo Ren, Luke Skywalker, Snoke (Star Wars), Leia Organa, Finn (Star Wars), Armitage Hux, Chewbacca (Star Wars), R2-D2 (Star Wars)
Relationships: Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Kylo Ren/Rey, Rey & Ben Solo | Kylo Ren
Additional Tags: Rough Sex, Angst, Enemies to Lovers, Pregnancy
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/LbVsxDo
1 note
·
View note
Text
Before 'Starkiller Base' there was The Gun on Ice Planet Zero!
#thisweekin1978
Episode: Gun on Ice Planet Zero Part 1
Air Date: 10/22/78
In Star Wars Episode 7 The Force Awakens, Starkiller Base was a First Order military base located on the ice planet of Ilum in the Unknown Regions. Commanded by an unofficial triumvirate of General Armitage Hux, Kylo Ren, and Captain Phasma, it was armed with a superweapon capable of destroying entire star systems halfway across the galaxy. The First Order viewed this ability as an evolution of the planet-destroying capabilities of the Galactic Empire's Death Star designs, with the weapon serving as the ultimate culmination of old Imperial research into dark energy translations and hyperspace tunneling.
The base and planet were ultimately destroyed by a Resistance attack due to a weak point exploited by pilot Poe Dameron, causing the implosion of the entire planet as the superweapon was firing upon the Resistance base on D'Qar. The stored stellar energy then expanded, causing the planet to turn into a star.
Well, more than 4 decades earlier the classic Battlestar Galactica series introduced audiences to the original planet bound super weapon in the form of the Ravashol Pulsar on the planet Arcta (The Gun on Ice Planet Zero).
Dr. Ravashol is a genetic and electronic scientist/inventor based on the ice planet of Arcta.
The scientist is the "father/creator" of the Theta class life-forms (all clone-like) as well as the progenitor of the Ravashol pulsar, which was originally intended to transmit information via laser energy.
The Cylons allowed him to continue to live so that he can produce more technological marvels in the form of war materiel.
While he understood that the Cylons were "misusing" the pulsar, he had no idea that his biological creations were breeding. He had not planned this to happen, and eventually realizes that he must help out Apollo's team remove the pulsar.
Once the pulsar was obliterated, Ravashol worked with his children, having other methods at his disposal to protect them (TOS: "The Gun on Ice Planet Zero, Part II").
0 notes
Text
❀ꗥ~ꗥ❀ 𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨! ❀ꗥ~ꗥ
𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫!
❀ꗥ~ꗥ❀ Unsorted characters ❀ꗥ~ꗥ❀
Joel Miller Tommy Miller Billy Butcher Black Noir Marvin Milk/ M.M Hughie Campbell Sandor Clegane Jaime Lannister Aegon Targaryen II Aemond Targaryen Otto Hightower Arthur Morgan Astarion Leon Kennedy
❀ꗥ~ꗥ❀ 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐬 ❀ꗥ~ꗥ❀
Ashoka era! Ezra Bridger Din Djarin Obi Wan Kenobi Cassian Andor Armitage Hux
❀ꗥ~ꗥ❀ 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 ❀ꗥ~ꗥ❀
Remy Lebeau Logan Howlett Kurt Wagner Reed Richards Peter Maximoff Warren Worthington III Jack Russell Steven Grant Jake Lockely Marc Spector Peter Parker Peter Quill Adam Warlock Matt Murdock Frank Castle
❀ꗥ~ꗥ❀ 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐋𝐀: ❀ꗥ~ꗥ❀
Buggy The Clown Vinsmoke Sanji Roronoa Zoro Dracule Mihawk “Red-Haired” Shanks
❀ꗥ~ꗥ❀ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ❀ꗥ~ꗥ❀
adore-you-shanks-x-fem-reader
buggy-x-straw-hat-reader
imagine-dating-dirty-hands
not-your fault-kaz brekker-x-reader
❀ꗥ~ꗥ❀ 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐬 ❀ꗥ~ꗥ❀
https://www.tiktok.com/@the7th.crow?
spotify
a/n: if you request; please give a prompt you would like used or if you’re looking for something more specific, leave a short synopsis of the story you have in mind. Other then the characters listed above, I also take obscure requests! So if you have someone in mind that has little to no fanfiction and I have; read the book, seen the movie, or watched the show, I’ll probably take your request :)
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
Child Of Mine
Summary: After Emperor Hux’s death, his son is forced to grow up in a cold palace with a grieving father who refuses to speak of his soulmate. Can the two reconnect before it’s too late?
Also on A03
-
“Phas, does Father hate me?” the small redheaded child asked, his tone casual but his eyes serious as he practiced his fencing manoeuvers. He was slim for his age but strong and toned thanks to his daily training, the spitting image of Emperor Hux.
"Why would you think that?" Captain Phasma asked, gently tapping his leg with her training sword to correct his position. She’d always enjoyed her sparring sessions with Hux throughout their time on ships and had jumped at the chance to train Hux’s son. She’d taken particular joy in training him in the activities that Hux had preferred, guiding him towards fencing, shooting and hand-to-hand combat.
"He never spends time with me and he glares at me when I see him." the boy explained, working his way through another set of movements, “I try my best to be good, so I don’t know what I’ve done wrong. If only he’d tell me, then maybe I could be better.”
“You don’t need to try and improve, you’re fine as you are.” she replied, thinking over her words carefully before she spoke, "You remind him of your Mother, he finds that difficult, but he doesn't hate you. He’s proud of you, he wouldn’t have arranged the best education in the galaxy if he didn’t want you to thrive."
"I’m his heir, I suppose he has to make sure I’m educated.” he shrugged slightly, letting the wooden sword drop and rest against the ground, “Why doesn't he talk about Mother? If he loved him so much-"
"He still feels immense pain, it's been years but as I understand it, the loss in the force continues to cause ripples." she sighed, leading him out of their sparring arena and over to a nearby bench, “Your parents were soulmates and your Father... he’s been broken since your Mother’s death. The thunder and rain that we get when he’s on-planet are his doing, his emotions bleed out and influence the environment.”
“Will you tell me about Mother? Father hasn’t spoken to me since the last time I asked and Mitaka won’t tell me anything. I just want to know what he was like.”
“Hux was... he was everything the obituaries say about him. Strong, strategic, brutal... His own father, your grandfather, was cruel to him in his youth and he always wanted a family of his own to raise properly, with love and care. Of all the things our Emperor craved in this galaxy, a child was what he wanted most of all. He would have adored you. Somewhere, he’s watching you with pride, have no doubt about that.”
“Would there be any holos of him? Anything more... relaxed?”
“Has your Father not shown you Hux’s study? I believe most of his possessions are kept there now.”
The boy shook his head, “I’m not allowed to go anywhere near the Emperor’s rooms. I’ve only seen the paintings kept behind drapes and an official speech or two.”
She frowned at his words, “Then we’ll go there now. It’s not right that you don’t get the chance to know your Mother. Hux would have wanted you to have everything of his.”
-
“You have to move forward, Ren. It’s been almost a decade.”
“I can’t, not without you. I just need to try a little more and I’ll be able to bring you back. Death is nothing compared to my powers, they’re growing stronger every day.”
“By fixating on me and burying yourself with your duties, you are missing our son’s childhood. He doesn’t know either of us, don’t let him have a youth like ours, filled with isolation and pain.”
“Now you’re just my guilt talking.”
“I’m dead, Ren. All I am now is a figment of your imagination, but I’m right. You’re pushing our boy away and each day the divide grows. Fix it now, before it’s too late.”
“You’re always right.” the Supreme Leader sighed, ending his meditation and opening his eyes. He knew his soulmate couldn’t be a force ghost, but Hux’s voice and advice had accompanied him all these years. Every strategic move to grow the Empire or maintain order was whispered to him in his dreams by the voice of his beloved.
He got to his feet and shrugged on his cloak, heading out of the room he’d converted for meditation and towards the sparring arena where he knew the boy would be with Phasma. Hux’s friends and former colleagues had taken the child on without needing instruction from Ren, and he trusted that they acted in his best interests as Hux would have wanted.
When he found the space empty, he frowned and reached out into the force, alarm rising inside him when he realised that they were in Hux’s wing, the only place in the palace he’d insisted be off-limits. The thought of anyone touching Hux’s things sent rage pulsing through him, he’d locked them away to keep them safe and now the boy - the one who taunted him with Hux’s face at every opportunity - was rifling through his beloved’s possessions.
He stormed through the corridors, forcing terrified staff to move for him or risk being thrown aside with his powers. He’d destroy anyone who dared enter Hux’s space, whether they were of his blood or not. He didn’t even set foot in there, Hux’s things were too precious to be placed at risk of his temper.
-
“He insisted the chair didn’t look right without his greatcoat on the back.” Phasma murmured with a fond smile, watching the boy run his fingers over the black gaberwool coat with the stripes of a General on its sleeves, “He spent so long in the miliary that matters of trade and domestic issues were something of a learning curve at first. He trained as an engineer originally, it was him that built the Supreme Leader’s Silencer.”
“I didn’t know that.” the redhead admitted, taking a cautious seat at the large desk and glancing around the room. There were boxes and racks of clothes that clearly didn’t belong in the space, but he could imagine the Emperor working comfortably with the large windows overlooking the palace gardens.
He carefully opened the top drawer on the right side and was surprised to find rows and rows of holos packed inside. He picked one at random and slotted it into the desk’s holoprojector, curious to know what was so important to be kept in the Emperor’s top drawer.
“Ren, will you put that thing away?” Hux’s imperial tones echoed through the room as the blue-tinged holo came to life, “It’s not even visible yet!”
“I want to record every bit of this.” Kylo Ren’s chuckle could be heard as the holocam was moved to show the two of them stood in front of a mirror, “You’re going to hate it when your feet swell and you’re stuck in bed, and I’ll show you these holos to remind you how happy you were when we found out.”
“No matter how awful I feel at the time, I’ll always know that this is worth it.” the Emperor replied, leaning back into his husband and holding their hands over his flat stomach, “Can you believe it? Us, parents?”
“The best parents in the galaxy.” Ren placed a kiss on Hux’s neck before the holo cut out.
“These are all of him, of them...” the boy realised, wiping a tear from his cheek and slotting another holo into the machine. Now he’d seen a glimpse of his parents, he wanted to see more. The Kylo Ren on the recording was not the bitter Supreme Leader he’d grown up with.
He was watching his Mother cradle him, his Father proudly sat beside his husband and newborn offspring - when Kylo Ren himself burst into the study with unrestrained fury spinning around him in the force.
-
“How dare you set foot in here!” Kylo roared, the dark inside him delighted as the child cowered under his gaze. The anger drained away when he saw the holo that was still playing and he moved towards it, drawn like a puppet on a string to the vision of beauty that was his beloved Hux. He’d been careful to avoid holos and images of him in the years since his death, not wanting to cause himself further pain, but now he couldn’t look away.
“I’m sorry, I just wanted to see...” the child whispered, tears of joy now replaced by tears of fear as his father approached, “I won’t do it again, I swear. Please forgive me, Father.”
“I brought him here. Don’t blame him.” Phasma spoke up, moving to stand behind the Emperor’s chair, ready to defend Hux’s boy if necessary, “He only wanted to know Hux, you can’t punish him for that.”
“I understand.” Kylo murmured, entranced by his soulmate’s smiles and laughter in the holo. They’d been happy, the palace had been filled with hope and sunshine, but he’d allowed that to drain away. His son had been raised in cold and darkness, the opposite of Hux’s wishes, and he’d allowed it. He’d punished their son for his own failings, for allowing Hux to be put in harm’s way and brought down by a single blaster shot when he should have been there to stop it.
“I’m the one who should be sorry.” the Supreme Leader admitted, “You may come here and explore as often as you wish. It is only right that you would be curious.”
He turned away, intent on leaving the room and never returning when he spotted the sealed envelope on one of the shelves. He remembered when he’d been handed one similar by Mitaka, Hux’s dying words to his husband and child noted down at the Emperor’s insistence, and how he’d stashed it away in the study along with the rest of his memories of Hux.
“This is for you... Armitage.” he breathed the name, using the force to levitate the letter to the desk where his son sat. He’d insisted they name their son after Hux himself, yet he’d refused to even use the name since his beloved’s death, “After the shot... before he... those were the words he wanted to say to you.”
He nodded to his son and Phasma, leaving the room as quickly as possible.
-
Armitage,
Dear Mitaka has promised to give this to you and I truly hope that he keeps his word.
Of the 1294 days I’ve known you, you are already my proudest achievement.
You have a bright future ahead of you, one day you will be the Emperor of the galaxy that your father and I brought peace to. You must remember to be kind and just, to embrace compromise, and to find the light in the darkest of situations.
I am with you, always.
The boy, Armitage, gently placed the letter down and walked to the window. The rain clouds were slowly clearing, revealing a hint of sunlight beneath. When he closed his eyes, he could almost feel his mother standing beside him.
“I wish I could have known you. It’s not fair that we had hardly any time together, but I promise to do the best I can to protect what you built. I’ll try to make Father happy too, he’s been so sad for so long.”
“Don’t worry about him.” Phasma quietly interjected from her place beside the door, “Coming in here, seeing the holo, it’s reminded him what’s important and what he’s been missing. He won’t make the same mistake again, we won’t let him.”
“I’d like the drapes removed from the paintings around the palace, I don’t want Mother to be hidden away any longer.” the boy decided, a new rod of steel seemingly running through him as he turned to face her, “And I want to have meals with Father. Will you help me arrange it, Phas?”
She carefully lowered herself to one knee, “As I did for Hux when he was barely a Captain, I pledge my fealty to you, Armitage Hux II. Long may you reign when the role of Emperor becomes yours.”
“You’re still not going to let me win during training though, are you?”
“Dream on, little Huxling.”
-
“You did the right thing. It’s not too late for you to bond with him properly and be the father he deserves. You have to make the decision, no one can do it for you, do you continue on this path of pain or do you make a change?”
“I can’t just leave you behind. Don’t ask that of me.”
“Never. As if you could be rid of me so easily, Ren. We’re in this together, you and I, always. It’s time for you to raise our son now, to give him enough love for both of us. He’ll need you at his side when he comes of ruling age.”
“And you? I hate the thought of you being alone.”
“I’m not alone. I’m here with you and Armitage, waiting for a time when we can be together again. Stop trying to save me from a fate that has been decided and focus on protecting him. Make sure that he becomes the ruler that this galaxy deserves.”
“I love you.” he whispered, opening his eyes as golden sunlight chased the darkness from his meditation space. He knew he wouldn’t be complete until he was back with Hux, wherever that place was, but until then he’d do his best for their son.
-
A new era was dawning, an age of peace and prosperity for all the galaxy under Emperor Hux II.
#kylux#kylux fanfiction#armitage hux#kylo ren#mpreg#emperor hux#supreme leader kylo ren#captain phasma#armitage hux ii#grief#angst#author: wingedwizardcat
30 notes
·
View notes
Text
Chapter 2 - Shooting lessons (II)
Fic summary: The second arc of my Armitage Hux x OC fanfic, “chocolate cookies and tarine tea”, in which both need to deal with the mess they got into (and with each other, eh eh eh). Involves cookies that won't be eaten and tea that will get spilled. Same goes for certain feelings... they are going to be hungry ant thirsty 😏
You can find the link to AO3 and other chapters on Tumblr in the pinned message on my dash, both for the first and second arc 😊
Rating: Explicit. This is going to be very NSFW. So, Minors, do NOT read or interact. 18+. Family, friends and colleagues, please don’t read this. :’-)
Tags & warnings: TRoS fix-it (kind of), Hux!lives, Hux doesn’t like Kylo, Not a Redemption Arc, maybe a little bit, shameless fem!OC insert (there are cliches but entertaining ones imo), slow emotional burn, medium sexual burn, Enemies to Enemies With Benefits to Lovers, Hux is still a villain don't forget, Virgin Characters, masturbation against the door, pinv, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Awkward Sexual Situations, Past Child Abuse, dubious first kiss, Dom/sub Undertones, Mental Breakdown, Unprotected Sex, wet Hux, that deserves a tag/warning on its own, Minor Character Death
I will add tags as we proceed in the story, please let me know if I forgot one!
Taglist: @mylifeisactuallyamess, @morby and anyone who’d like to join 🥰
A/N: Yessss it’s Hux turn now to be embarrassed 😈 by the stars I hope I did him justice. And this is not even the real deal. How do people even write this stuff?
Oh wait, I just did… somewhere in the next chapters 😬🙋
(Don't get any wrong ideas, me publishing 2 chapters in 2 days is a unique thing 😂 Let me know if some parts are inconsistent - I reviewed this so many times and I am literally falling asleep on my desk. But publishing the previous chapter got me enthusiastic and now I'm doing things I might regret yolooooooooo)
This was different.
Once, when he was still a Lieutenant and reluctantly assigned to drill newcomers by Brendol, he instructed cadets on their first shooting lessons. He took the job seriously, but the mandatory physical contact was something he had liked to avoid as much as possible. Having his father oversee his progress didn’t really help. The latter thought he could never do any good and ever since Sloane had bestowed the group of commandants' cadets from Arkanis on him, and made it clear the commandant had to convey his teaching techniques to him, tensions were… high.
Nonetheless, he made sure the new cadets were on the top rankings within the then already distributed First Order training curriculum, and tutoring these classes became a routine job.
This time, however, he felt that every little contact filled him with static electricity, although he was absolutely certain that was scientifically impossible. It made him lighter in his touch, doubtful, but also slightly longing to explore the strange responses their physical connection was making. He was slowly becoming aware that he was lingering just a bit too long on her hands, her arm, her shoulder, but he could not let go just yet. Seeing goosebumps form on her lower arm and the fact that he knew he was causing them, made him want to see which other effects he could have on her.
He gulped, all of a sudden conscious that the mysterious effect was starting to become bidirectional. His head felt light, caused by little sparks popping up in his brain, and his face felt like it was burning. Contradictory, goosebumps formed underneath his clothes. He became aware of how the fabric was rubbing his skin and he couldn't stop thinking about how it would be if it were her warm hands instead.
Hux took a sharp breath and tried to concentrate on the task at hand, forcing his eyebrows into a harsh furrow as much as possible in an effort to hide any other evidence apparent on his features.
“Remember this position. The stance of your arm will catch up the recoil. Now, try to aim and shoot,” he said sternly, hoping she didn’t hear the slight raspiness of his voice.
The blush on his cheeks refused to subside though, as did the thoughts of exploring her exposed skin some more. So he hastily decided to create some distance between them, before he would do something he might regret.
Once he regained his wits somewhat, he slowly went to stand behind Miko, trying to march with a steady thread. He hoped she wouldn’t turn around to check on him, because he suspected she could easily notice the result of his state of mind now.
Stars , this wasn’t the first time she made him lose his cool like this. He hated it, how she threw him off balance, made him feel out of control.
Miko positioned the blaster as instructed and took a shot. The result wasn’t good, but definitely better than the previous feeble attempt.
Looking at her stance, there was still some work to do. "Spread your legs a bit more" he added, very much aware that the instruction could be misinterpreted, given the light tremor intruding his spoken words. To his relief, she didn’t say anything about it. Now that he thought about it, she hadn't looked his way nor spoken for a while now. He wasn’t going to complain about that, thank the stars , but it was curious in comparison to her usual manners.
“Again, watch your left arm. Compensate.” he instructed, still aware that his voice didn't sound as determined as it usually did. The distance he created slowly made him able to focus again, though. At least enough, so he wouldn't blurt out ridiculous things. Or worse, do something he might regret.
Again, again, again, he had to repeat for another 10 minutes, and she still wasn’t able to hit the target - and he still wasn’t able to let the unprofessional thoughts dissipate. The only thing he could do for now, was keep them at bay.
He sighed, thinking about her lack of precision. When a recruit performed this badly, he usually sent them away for maintenance personnel training or something similar. Sanitising duty if he was extra annoyed.
But now, he had to persevere, if only for his own good. On top of that, his mind was still betraying him. It was as if it was sending him little doses of impure ideas, while having to watch her bring up her arms to aim the blaster, the pose exposing her curves more than usual. He repeatedly dictated her to correct her stance, resulting in her pivoting her feet with her usual energetic attitude. The accompanying harsh movements made her butt move in ways he couldn’t divert his gaze from, once he caught sight of it. Every little thing he noticed about her was making the shooting lessons even more of a challenge. But at least, the distance made it possible to subdue those thoughts enough to proceed with the exercise.
After another round of disheartening attempts, Miko hung down her shoulders and let out a frustrated moan, the raw noise bringing Armitage right back to his problematic thoughtlines, but this time much worse. He couldn’t stop the rather lewd visualisation that the sound forcibly pushed into his head. He could feel his blood boiling, his cheeks furiously glowing, fingers tingling as if they've been deprived of blood circulation all the while and oh by the galaxy his pants were becoming tighter…
Of all times, she turned around to face him now, as if she knew what he was going through after that groan of hers. In a haze of panic, Hux swiftly turned on his heels, towards the door, trying to hide the blush and other evidence in the less well lighted area of the loading bridge.
‘Short break’, he almost whispered, before he left the small hangar space.
Armitage fled to his quarters, for the second time locking the door, leaning onto it. He was acutely aware of the déjà vu, and he knew back then the urge, the want, only increased after he had opened the door. Whenever she got close to him, it was as if his body had a mind on its own. Before, he was able to control himself, but what happened in the hangar was absolutely ludicrous. He needed to get her out of his system, so he could actually instruct her without thinking about trailing his hands over not only her hands and arms, but also her back, trace the muscles there that pull her shoulders back as a response to his fingers, map the bones of her clavicle, watch her throat gulp when he passes there with his thumb, then dipping down slowly, cupping and squeezing her breasts, seeing her shudder under his touch running downwards, working his fingers under the hem of her pants, pulling her closer by her belt and…
Fuck. It was no use.
He was again standing there, up against the door, like a stupid horny lowlife, with a rock hard boner he could hang his greatcoat on. He felt foolish and worthless, not being able to keep his subconscious needs where they should remain: subconscious. He’s a frigging officer of the First Order, he was able to withstand much more triggers than this, mentally taking note that he was taking over her horrible swearing habits as well. Seeing someone act so freely, without any emotional boundaries, was stirring up things deep inside him he couldn't bring to words yet. It was tearing down his carefully built up walls and he wasn’t sure what to think about it.
But the dick was a serious issue. He still had to finish the training, to give their mission any chance of succeeding.
Frack.
He snapped open the neck clasp of his uniform and pulled the clothing open with a speed which could damage the material, but right now he couldn’t care less. He clipped open his belt, making sure the thing didn’t clatter on the floor and alarm her. For all he knew, she was standing right behind the door he was leaning onto. Oh by the maker … he shouldn’t have thought about that, an almost painful throb shooting through his cock, which made him lower his pants with a bit more care than the uncharacteristically frenzy he performed on his vest.
He took himself in his hand, shut his eyelids and debated whether or not he should do this. It’s been a while, he usually pulls so many all-nighters, making him pass out on his blue sofa or in best case in his bed with the datapad on his lap.
But, by closing his eyes, his wretched imagination took over, taking him back to the hangar and the sounds she let out, suddenly turning into something much more explicit in his imaginary ears. Stars, he hated the fact that he couldn’t control his thoughts from flowing freely, but it was no use - he couldn’t stop the images from popping up.
A fraction of a second later, he heard the same indecent noise but the scenery was replaced with the one in which she was only in one of his towels. When she was looking for something to wear, a few days ago, bowing down. His towels, his shirt, his… he wanted her to be his to claim…
He suddenly was standing mere inches from her flushed face, their breath’s mangling when she righted herselves and slowly leaned into him. He started peeling off the plush piece of fabric in his fabricated dream while he automatically started pumping himself, not aware of his ridiculous stance and the cold durasteel on his back. He was so far gone he wouldn’t notice a star exploding.
Hux didn’t think he still had a few brain cells left for producing imaginary scenarios like this, since he had tried to ignore them for so long.
But by taking the plunge, they made him dive so deep into his subconsciousness he wasn’t even aware of what was up or down and by the gods of the galaxy he was yearning, yearning for a soft touch, to make her feel good and just feel something in return, feel worthy and content, for once in his life. To be in control of her pleasure, to make her whimper under his touch when he slowly traced her arms and shoulder, like he did in the hangar, her plump breasts, her buttcheeks, every detail of her skin. Just take in the effects he could have on her and feed on them. Greedily take the nape of her neck in his hands and pull her closer to taste her, pulling her legs up and press-
He shuddered, quickly imagining being buried deep down in her, the pressing of his hands on her hips and her neck leaving bruises, and pulling her impossibly closer on his spilling cock.
He opened his eyelids, the light of the room playing tricks on his retina because he squeezed his eyes close too hard. He only then realised his hands were sticky from his cum, coming down from a height he hadn’t been on for a very long time.
Actually, if he thought about it, he couldn’t have imagined it was ever like this. This…intense… real. Soft? His usual sexual fantasies were definitely not this emotionally loaded and soft. And took a while longer to reach its climax. This was ridiculously improvised.
Now that he was more or less thinking clearly, it made him feel sick.
He was still trying to catch his breath, pondering on why she was doing this to him. How was he going to be able to withstand these urges he never had to keep under control before?
Hux heard some rambling in the wardroom, snapping him out the leftovers of his trance. How long was he standing here against the door? She might start asking questions if I don't get my act together now . He stumbled to the sink, washed up quickly, hastily put on his clothes - hissing when he raked the bacta patch while pulling his pants up - and combed his hair. Then, he double checked his appearance in the mirror, wanting to make sure there was no evidence left of his previous state of distress.
He took a deep breath, put his head up high and took long strikes to the door. This time, he wouldn’t allow himself to get distracted.
He just entered the wardroom and noticed Miko walking towards the cockpit, datapad and some rubbish in both hands.
What is she up to? Again?
Armitage followed her wake, both annoyed by her sudden and unauthorised action and curious what got into her head this time. When he arrived, that droid and she were doing something at the comm unit and didn't look at him entering.
"All set and done. You should be able to connect to my commlink now!” She exclaimed with a smile, signalling him that she did notice his arrival.
"The new identification code they provided us with is also installed. Your ship should be listed as a cargo vessel right now." She happily mentioned, after she placed her hands on her hips.
Hux sighed, glad a practical conversation might make him forget about what he just wanted to do to her, and replied: "Let's hope no one wants to actually check it out, because one glance from an enthusiastic republican will get us into trouble." Miko quickly turned her head towards him. “We should’ve painted the ship in a happy colour, you’re right. Like, bright orange.” she whispered in a secretive way.
He cocked his eyebrow, not sure what to do with her comment.
”Kidding Hux, I don’t have a death wish. Although I don’t know if death at your hands would be worse than whatever we’re facing next.” she said smilingly, turning back to the controls.
Hux gulped and decided not to react to that comment. He was content to hear she didn’t underestimate him, but he did just think about fucking her with his hands on her neck and now… he decided the weapons controls needed to be checked.
Any distraction would do.
After a short pause, she righted her back and said to him: “I'm done here. Up for round 2?”
He harshly turned his attention to her, slightly confused and already sweating under his collar, the sentence having a completely different meaning in his ears. Before he could actually register what she was really talking about, she exclaimed “I’ll be in the hangar” and turned around with a slightly bubbly attitude.
He sighed again and followed her wake, keeping enough distance. He wasn’t going to get tricked by his hormones twice.
The training session went on for another 30 standard minutes. Hux kept his distance and was able to find back his instructor mode, and even keep any unwanted distractions to a minimum. They kept going, until she was able to automatically pull, aim and shoot. Actually hitting a target was beneath any standards, but for the approaching rendezvous, just having the movement in her physical memory would have to suffice.
The proximity alarm went off, signalling their arrival. The duo stopped their activities. Miko holstered the blaster, put PC on her back, and followed in Hux’ shadow towards the cockpit.
A/N: Shields breaking, walls cracking… next time, maybe teeth colliding? Who knows…
#general hux x oc#armitage hux x oc#armitage hux smut#star wars fanfiction#generalginger#gingergeneral#lemonginger#general hux#armitage hux#star wars fic#sw fanfic#sw fic
12 notes
·
View notes
Photo
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
My pitch for General Hux in Battlefront II
If Poe is ever brought into Battlefront II in 2020, I think it should only be right to bring in General Hux. Bringing in Hux with Poe is natural. He didn't do much in the movies, but neither did Phasma, Boba Fett or Bossk, so I don't understand why Hux is not in the game.
As for Hux's weapon. Hux's Custom SE-44C blaster pistol
Abilities Supreme Command: Hux boosts the health and attack of all allies within 12 meters. His own health goes up by 150 along with the health of his allies.
Orbital Strike. Works like Nien Numb’s ability in Battlefront 1. When indoors, it changes to a Thermal Imploder
General's Blast: Hux fires a single Ion Shot that can stun Vehicles and Troopers. Troopers/heroes will be stunned for 2.5 seconds, Vehicles will be stunned for 4 seconds.
Skins
General(Default)
Formal(Cap and coat)
Rabid Cur(TLJ)
#Star Wars#General Armitage Hux#Armitage Hux#General Hux#Star Wars Battlefront II#Battlefront II#Star Wars Battlefront 2
52 notes
·
View notes
Text
More TRoS Spoiler-y Things
When Hux says, “I want Kylo Ren to lose!” did anyone else see and hear Thomas McGregor?
His delivery was just so . . . campy. And Extra. I was in the theater thinking, Thomas? Boy, what are you doing here? Get out of here and go blow up some bunnies.
For an actor who can most definitely bring it when he wants to, DG wasn’t bringing much. Not that he was given much to work with.
16 notes
·
View notes
Text
Dark side of the simulacra
Simulacra and precession of simulacra are one of the concepts explaining postmodernity, one created by Jean Baudrillard. I’m about to elaborate on what he understands by these terms, but for the less engaged among you, here’s the shortest definition ever:
Death Star is a simulacrum and StarKiller Base is a preceeding simulacrum. Or so they are in the eyes of general audience.
Ok, now for more elaboration. Simulacrum is basically a symbol which lost the connection with its meaning, destroying the meaning itself in the process. It’s in contrast to representation (which equates a meaning with a symbol), as simulation negates the symbol as value. Simulation encapsulates the meaning and the symbol and devours them both, transforming them into the simulacrum. A good comparison provided by Baudrillard is that of what simulation is commonly understood as and what are the result of its abuse. When you simulate a sickness (which is more than just pretending to be sick, to simulate you’ll force yourself to vomit, artificially heighten you temperature, etc.) you make people question if there even is anything like a sickness – because if all the signs can be faked, then how can it be diagnosed?
Baudrillard opens his dissertation by recalling a story about a country of cartographers – their great ambition was to create a map of their country which would be as accurate as possible. And so they would make it more and more accurate until finally they created a 1 to 1 map, basically a huge coloured blanket which covered their entire country. And if that sounds like apparent creative process behind The Force Awakens – then yeah, it should. I’ll say more, it’s the next generation of that cartographer country taking a satellite photo of that 1 to 1 map and covering that map with their satellite map.
Because Baudrillard presents four stages of relationship between a meaning a simulacrum:
a meaning, an idea (say, and idea of destruction, aggression)
an idea receives a tangible body (nuclear weapons. I mean the real ones.)
tangible reality receives abstract symbols, which don’t lose touch with the meaning – that’s the level of representation (Death Star. it’s overblown, it’s fictional but it represents a fear of a weapon capable of destroying entire planet, a fear very real during the cold war)
abstract symbols give birth to new abstract symbols, which may make an impression of being more real than the actual idea (StarKiller. Death Star only BIGGERRRRRRR, so more EVIL than the Death Star) – and this is also the point at which that symbol of a symbol may destroy its own meaning, become the exact opposite of itself (obviously both Death Star and SKB are negative symbols of aggression and how many people here on the hellsite met with very real aggression over a very not real StarKiller?)
Now, to the average viewer, that’s how TFA came to be. Take A New Hope and repeat it. Maybe make everything more – make Rey more abandoned than Luke, BB-8 cuter than R2-D2, StarKiller bigger than Death Star, Hux more skinny than Tarkin, First Order more nazi than Empire, Resistance more heroic than Rebels and Kylo Ren more evil than Darth Vader, underlined by giving him an even more evil looking lightsaber. Oh, and give Luke a more Jesus like hair than Obi-Wan had.
To fake. To dream. Perchance to watch The Last Jedi and throw a tantrum because what the hell is this?
Yes, TLJ destroyed every illusion that the sequels will be simply an originals’ simulacrum. Resident Vader didn’t get redeemed when he killed the resident Palpatine, Luke didn’t happily jump back into action like Obi-Wan, a heroic Rouge One like disobedience got people pointlessly killed, apparent neutral good Lando was a actually a selfish junk and celibate-to-be orphan looking for her parents actually knew all along her parents were dead garbage and, wait, wants a D? An evil D at that? PREPOSTEROUS, that’s against everything Star Wars is.
Well, thank the force we got such reactions. Because it shows the symbol needs to be reattached to its meaning before it gets devoured by simulation, which is exactly what I believe the sequels are here to do. Now, as I confess I didn’t recognize in 2015 but the fine people on this site have shown me, there were obvious clues this was not going to go the way we think already in TFA, but, well, they require a moment’s thought. On the most obvious symbolic level – the StarKiller didn’t simply get blown up like Death Star only once the shell fell off, a sun was reborn. Anyway, enjoy.
Devil wears Boss or how to make nazis even more nazi
Trigger warning: I go unpleasant places in this paragraph relating to WW II and nazism, up to the point of actually quoting nazi agenda, but if you want to reattach a meaning with a simulacrum sometimes you have to go to unpleasant places. That being said, if it is upsetting to you, please stop here.
Arite, how many people here have been called literal nazi supporters for rooting for Kylo Ben’s redemption?
How many for rejoicing over Darth Anakin’s redemption?
Yeah. First Order is even more nazi than the Empire. Their weapon is more destructive, Hux is more Hitler, cinematography is more Riefenstahl, oh, and look, the protagonists are a woman and a POC, in case there was any question of power imbalance represented. Well, clearly, First Order are literal neo nazis, right?
Hold your horses. LITERAL definition of neonazism from online Collins dictionary: a modern extreme right-wing political movement and ideology based on a resurgence of support for Nazi ideological principles. Ok... So, Nazism? Nazi Party, byname of National Socialist German Workers’ Party, German Nationalsozialistische Deutsche Arbeiterpartei (NSDAP), political party of the mass movement known as National Socialism. Under the leadership of Adolf Hitler, the party came to power in Germany in 1933 and governed by totalitarian methods until 1945. I can’t see anything literal here to be applied to the GFFA, especially if Star Wars happen a long time ago. Mean question, but how many woken tumblrers knew there’s “socialist” in NSDAP?
I could rest my case here. But of course, what we do mean by “literal” Nazism is racism, anti-Semitism, homophobia, cult of a leader, cult of power, belief in god given superiority... And to be fair, oversticking to historical circumstances may be just as harmful as overabstracting the subject, as I’m about to point out. But there’s still nothing “literal” in a sequel to kids’ movie.
That’s simulation at its finest. Symbols, appearances of imperialist ideologies have become completely detached from how they actually functioned historically – and themselves became a reason to send racist anons over a space opera. Now, I have a misfortune of living in a country where far right is doing well right now and if you think those guys are listening to Wagner, you’re badly mistaken. Of course, they won’t call themselves neonazis, because Nazism is a thing exclusive to Germans and European Union is heir apparent to Third Reich. And abortion is a nazi practice. And Hitler was a vegetarian, so vegetarians are evil. That’s what they actually say you know. But hatred towards people of other ethnicities and religions? Yes, very much there. Including suggestions of “final solutions”, albeit mostly in online discussions. Oh, and guess what, they can watch Star Wars and understand that they are supposed to be FO. Conclusion? Hollywood-jewish agenda. Believe me, showing the FO members die in agony won’t make actual neonazis rethink their ways. They’re romantic heroes on a quest against a globalist empire, strike them down and they’ll become more powerful.
The First Order aren’t literal neonazis. They are neo-frequent-villains-in-video-games-nazis. I would actually argue that the parallel to Nazism in Star Wars only became clear when we saw how Palpatine came to power – in thunderous applause of democratic rules, just like Hitler and it should above all warn us of the pitfalls awaiting a system as good as democracy. Making Rae Sloane, a co-creator of the first order a bisexual WOC was a conscious step at detaching FO from what the nazi party historically was. The original imperials are closer to a more abstract totalitarian system and imperial ideology, thus being more of a critique of generally understood western world in the 70s, finding its peak in Vietnam War. Interestingly, one of the movies which inspired Lucas while making ANH was Pontecorvo’s The Battle of Algiers, where “the Empire” would be... France. Somehow I don’t see Renperor being compared to de Gaulle.
Ah, but that’s not so simple. If we want to dig deeper, beyond the level of tangible history and into the world of ideas, then FO is indeed symbolic of Nazism understood as aggression, thoughtless hatred, war, will to destroy all opposition, army as a totalitarian subsystem, suspension of human rights, antiparliamentarism. That’s nothing good and historical circumstances have nothing to do with it. And Disney-LF brings this point home. Depiction of violence in the sequels is much more realistic than in the originals.
Mind probe, in the originals shown as an evil looking syringe and Vader with Leia behind closed doors (no screams, next time we see her she’s fine), in the sequels is shown as a psychological violation of the worst kind
Death Star shot Alderaan we knew nothing about into smithereens and it was soooo coool and all we saw was Leia’s horror and Obi-Wan’s impression in the force – StarKiller was a slow scene with evil red rays and horror of people on Couruscant, planet we knew well, as they were about to be burned to death
Vader was force choking anonymous imperials to death like nothing short of a comic relief, Kylo choking Hux not to death is unpleasant to watch even if you remember it was Armitage who rooted for using the SKB
Originals’ stormtroopers were faceless cannon fodder, sequels’ have Finn’s face and history of brainwashing.
So, in this sense, FO are indeed metaphorical (because still not literal) neonazis in a very realistic war circumastances of blood, suffering and subjugation. And I have no doubt that as a collective there’s nothing good in store for them in this trilogy.
But.
Allow me to quote the “best” expert on Nazism there’s ever been (yes, I’m using Hitler’s quote in tumblr post, I can’t believe it, Star Wars what are you making me do, don’t worry, I’m reaching the end of the political dissertation):
It is part of a great leader’s genius to make even widely separated adversaries appear as if they belonged to but one category, because among weakly and undecided characters the recognition of various enemies all too easily marks the beginning of doubt of one’s own rightness.
Talk about expertise in mass psychology. Take a breath, we’re about to return to the GFFA, but so many people use the nazi argument I feel they need contact with LITERAL nazis.
Consciousness of this technique of manipulating the masses is basically why I believe we’re about to get extremist Resistance and differentiated FO. Because right now we have no doubt of the former’s rightness and no recognition of variety in the latter (except for maybe stormtroopers). Additionally, we have coded them as good and bad guys before TFA’s opening crawl even appeared, courtesy of precession of simulacra, promos and how the good guys and the bad guys looked like in the originals. Sustaining this belief is a LITERAL totalitarian technique. And I believe Disney-LF is already making ground for a massive change, both with big game changers like Galen Erso and Finn, but also on a more everyday level in Solo, with actually surprisingly human imperial official coming up with Han’s surname.
FO are the bad guys because they use offensive violence and have no respect for human rights, not use offensive violence because they are the bad guys. And violence used by the Resistance doesn’t become good because good guys use it – they are the good guys because, so far, they’ve only used it defensively and avoided collateral damage. And when the agenda stops being rebuild the republic and becomes burn the first order down – we have reasons to believe it can change. Dehumanisation of the enemy is the first step to lose your own humanity. No extremists attack not believing it was the only way to achieve a noble higher goal.
To cut the long story short, villainy needs to be reattached to offensive violence and not Hugo Boss uniforms. And at this point, I’m afraid it can only be done by making it equally terrifying when dressed in cool leather jackets.
#star wars#first order#simulacra#armitage hux#kylo ren#tw: nazism#tw: world war ii#tw: abortion#tw: adolf hitler#feel like that should be mentioned
17 notes
·
View notes
Text
3 notes
·
View notes