Welcome back for our 2018 edition! We are so excited for our third year!
We’ve got a prompt a day (and two per Saturday) to inspire your Halloween and horror-themed Kylux and Kylux-Adjacent creative works.
Many prompts this year were recommended by you; thank you!
This is a casual event, so there’s no pressure to post something on the exact day of the prompt, or even to post something every day. Just pick the prompts you like and go for it! Remember to tag #huxloween and @ us (@huxloween) so we know to reblog your work, or submit it directly to the blog. We also have an AO3 collection that you may use.
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Here is the full list of 2018 prompts in text form. Have fun!
Fall Decor
Makeup/Wigs
Scary Stories by the fire
Escape Room
Lovecraftian Stories
DOUBLE SATURDAY: Desecration/Graverobbing | Apple Picking
Spell Gone Wrong
Monsters from your culture
Repeat a day forever (Groundhog Day)
Sugar High
Creature Creation/Mad Science
Parasites/Mind Control
DOUBLE SATURDAY: Waking too early from hypersleep | Pet Costumes
Kylo shivered, hair standing up on his arms as he remembered the dream he’d had that afternoon, and the sun burning at the center of a web of light, nothing but darkness beneath.
Hux is gritting his teeth, breath stilted, as the disheveled strands of his bangs sway in and out of his vision. Already raw against the sheets, his knees and elbows shudder and threaten to give way. One of Ren’s enormous forearms loops around his waist to keep him upright.
“Harder.” Hux rasps.
Ren groans against the nape of his neck, yanks his hips back, and Hux keens his appreciation. He lets his forehead drop against the pillows, squeezes his eyes shut the feel the drag of it, the heat and friction and sting. Imagines the sight of the once-sacrosanct reliquary of his body, now a defiled hurricane of splinters and shards, trapped in unrelenting rhythm.
“Harder.” He insists.
Ren is breaking him apart, now, impaling him, sullying him from the inside out. With a reedy whimper, Hux bears back against him.
“Please, please, please…” He’s murmuring as he claws at the sheets. Unmake me, he wants to beg, release me.
“Har-” One broad hand is around his throat, and Hux gives a startled little gag. His cock jerks between his legs as he feels his limbs go pliant. Kylo pins him against the mattress, and beneath his onslaught, Hux’s mind swims in sudden, merciful quiet.
dispatches from the dumpster 