When I write sex scenes, I don’t imagine myself in the situations I’m writing. I try to place myself in the character’s mind, whose likes and dislikes are different from my own.
The Deck 12 Recreational Lounge is probably one of my most well-received fics. But guess what? I fucking hate exhibitionism. It’s a fairly hard limit for me IRL. I get zero thrill from the fear of discovery that some people seem to love and it gives me enough of The Fear that the mere suggestion of it will kill the mood for me completely. However, the fic is written from Hux’s point of view. It’s about him, not me. If I imagine myself as Hux in the fic, then I can enjoy these things, at least in written form. That’s the sort of frame of mind I’m in when writing another character’s POV. I’m not me, I’m them.
(Sometimes I do write fics where I completely project my own desires onto the characters. I don’t know if people can tell the difference!)
I hope this helps! If you’re having a miserable time writing explicit scenes, then why not skip them entirely? Fade to black, or maybe allude to the scene (if it needs to happen for your story) in some way without having to delve into all the messy details.
I have met in the streets a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, the water passed through his shoes and the stars through his soul. – Victor Hugo
As the owner of Flagship books, Hux has his life perfectly in order until professional disappointment Kylo Ren barges into his shop and unfortunately, his life. Kylo is a terrible employee, Hux is a worse employer, and this arrangement goes about as well as you’d expect.
Art is by the amazing and talented valiantbarnes. Thank you so much!
I can’t tell if this feels like a complete fic, or if it needs a continuation, and if it’s the latter should I bother? Is it worth reading? We just don’t know.
@ ff writers who use common tropes in their stories: keep doing you ♡♡♡ I want to read my otp falling in love, accidentally kissing, getting fake married, pining, and etc a million times over. No one will tell the story in your voice, so it’s actually new every time. Don’t ever feel bad about exploring something in your own way.
The next time you see someone complaining about tropes and start feeling bad about yourself or your work… just look at the notes on this post and write whatever tf you want. ❤
So I figured out the central problem preventing me from making any progress on this kylux AU for @dreamingofawolf : they’re just not evil enough.
I just submitted my summary for the Kylux Big Bang! It’s way too long because I lack the ability to actually summarize. Hopefully it won’t sit around gathering dust and get picked last for the team.
We’ve gotten some asks and seen posts about authors being super excited to participate, but finding it hard to come up with a story idea.
That’s why we’re asking anyone (other authors, artists, fans, etc.) that has a prompt or headcanon idea (that they’re not using for their work) to send it in! We’ll share them with everyone. Then, when we get enough prompts, we can compile them into a master post!
A few more to add to your lists ( if that’s okay! ) —
Doctor Who AU. Hux doesn’t stop to question why his boss, the head of UNIT, never addresses him in person. He assumes it’s for security reasons. He certainly doesn’t expect it to be because Snoke is actually an evil alien superpower in contact with the insufferable Time Lord who is, in his newest incarnation, insisting everyone call him Kylo Ren. But when your boss offers you a promotion from head of a miserable military organization on a dull rock of a planet to his second-in-command in his galactic missions, and all you have to do is put up with the 90′s Earth emo rock Kylo Ren insists on blaring inside his TARDIS —- well, it’s worth it. Probably. It had better be, at least.
Dungeons & Dragons AU. Snoke DMs. Phasma drags Hux into it; Hux agrees, largely because it gets him out of the house after school lets out. Neither of them are the most imaginative players, but their third party member, Ben — sorry, no, Kylo Ren in the game — makes up for it by leaps and bounds. Why or how the rest of him put up with his histrionics, no one knows. But when an ill-timed natural 1 found Hux’s character making out with Kylo’s rather than giving a moving speech to his troops, the relationship starts spilling out into the the real world, and there’s nothing to be done to stop it.
Professor AU. Hux is unseasonably young to be the head of the history department and dean of academics, but there you go. It’s not like he doesn’t deserve it. As experts in military history and strategy go, there really isn’t anyone better. His job and his life as a whole would be so much easier, though, if it weren’t for the newest junior professor at the school. Kylo Ren, he has his students call him. Hux thinks this is absurd. Almost as absurd as the reports that Ren has been — destroying school property? And lingering outside Hux’s office with coffee? Really, it’s ridiculous, all of it.
Star Trek AU. ( Specifically Voyager. ) After a freak occurrence strands the starship Finalizer in the delta quadrant with the rogue ship they were chasing, Hux – a Starfleet officer – is forced to cooperate with the head of the rogue ship – a ruthless, temperamental man named Kylo Ren – if they’re to have any hope of returning home.
Alt. Star Trek AU. Kylo Ren is one of the v’tosh ka’tur, the Vulcans without logic. He abandoned the way of logic after being coaxed from it by a teacher of his, and has since given in to all of the fits of passion that come with his species and his lack of control. Hux, on the other hand, is the strict, cold commander of a Federation starship. The minute Kylo gets assigned to serve with him, tensions fly through the roof. Phasma starts a betting pool: who thinks Kylo and Hux will murder one another? Who thinks they’ll wind up having sex? Who thinks both?
Prohibition-era AU. Deep underground the city, in the natural caves and corridors, there is a speakeasy run by a man named Snoke. He has two right hands, and if you see them, you may as well begin to say your prayers: the red-haired one is a sharper shot than anyone alive, and the one with the curls and the ears will take a sword – a literal sword; where did he find that old relic? – to anyone who stands in their way. They bring in the booze, handle the money, fight like alley cats every chance they get. But if you look closely, you can sometimes see the red-haired one’s eyes sliding over to his counterpoint during the evening parties, admiring the way the suit fits over his long lines – or else the one with curls tenses whenever some pretty guest flirts their way over to the redhead. If you didn’t know better, you’d think they were involved.
dispatches from the dumpster 