Tag: kylux

ernperorhux:

sweet-refractor:

kyluxcollective:

In other words, that table of ash was originally in Ren’s private quarters. And the fact that he incinerates and preserves the remains of his foes adds a new, eerie dimension to his Dark Side nostalgia — and hoarding tendencies.


– The EW interview. 

Then I’d like to remind you all about Hux asking for a skull as proof in the novel. These two are SO EXTRA and I love it. They are made for each other. 

Holy fucking hell, I’m actually somewhat disturbed by this revelation.

Hux asking for skulls makes sense to me, since that would be pretty definitive proof of death – but Kylo cremating his foes & hoarding their ashes?

That’s… really fucking terrifying. I love it.

They’re such pretentious little goth shits and I love them.

horatiosroom:

i’m callin this the myspace au lmao

kylo is a shitty lil scene boy who spends most of his time taking selfies and photoshopping them beyond recognition, seeking as much attention as he can get

hux is a sociopathic cyberbully who needs to chill the fuck out and leave poor kylo alone (even though he ends up being the one kylo wants the attention from most)

the rivalry starts when hux gets more popular than kylo on myspace because of how “dark” and “edgy” and “mysterious” he is lol

tl;dr hux is an ass, kylo has braces and listens to blood on the dance floor, and at some point they manage to ~fall in love~

eva4art:

“You cannot keep a monster on a leash forever.”
Oh no, you see… that quite depends on the type of leash you’ve got.

I wanted to convey the illusion of not quite knowing who the monster is. I hope it sort translated correctly into the piece. Also I have an affair with Hux’s eyelashes, is a sordid sort of thing, Kylo too tbh.

“Do you have to call me Ren? It’s…” Kylo trails off, trying to steady his breathing as Hux’s hand wraps around the nape of his neck and squeezes.“Would you prefer something else? Slut? Whore?” Kylo whines in the back of his throat slightly, trying to shift his arms in their restraints. “How about toy?” Hux shoves him forward, holding him bruisingly tight at the nape, until his forehead presses to the desk. “Pet?” Kylo twitches under his hands, moaning. “That’s the one.” Hux says. “Pet.”