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No teeth this time 💋 just lips 😉

“Swelter”

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The Sibirran coast might have looked like it was plucked straight out of a pleasure planet vacation brochure, but the sprawling detention facility located there was anything but idillic.

Gingerrose Micro Fic: Seashore (Part 2)

“Seashore”

General Hux's bio sensors started to beep once more. His skin was suffering what he thought was at least a first degree sunburn Some of the passerby were looking in their direction.

"Put your sensors on silent or just shut them off"

"Damn inferno heat," Hux mumbled.

Hux fidgeted with his medical gadgets with Rose sipping on her cold drink.

"Batuu is not that bad. The market is lively, the people are friendly, and you really need to get away from Starkiller Base. That place is toooxic!"

"Could have gone to a tropical planet, Tico."

"You wanted a beach holiday? A little stroll by the seashore? Well why didn't u say so!" Rose put on her faux surprise voice.

Hux just glared at Rose, not finding levity in their situation.

“We're on a mission, General. And this planet is one of the few remaining neutral places in our galaxy."

"Very well you've made your point," Hux conceded through clenched jaw. His secondary set of bio sensors beeped softly and Hux shut them down as he grunted in frustration. The thick humid air was unfamiliar to him and his body temp was still elevated.

Hux took a deep breath; his own body was literally failing him.

He observed Rose as she drank from her cup with her pink tongue darting out to wet her lower lip and Hux didn't need the bio sensors to know that his heart sped up for...um reasons.

"Kriffing A...I need a drink."

Gingerrose Micro Fic: Swelter (Part 1)

“Swelter”

Since jumping out of hyperspace and entering the planet's atmosphere Hux knew that his Resistance spy counterpart was going out of her way to torture him.

This was punishment. It was both childish and petty Really Here he was risking his life for the Resistance and for what?

The least Commander Tico could do was to pick a better rendezvous point.

Hux parked his compact starfighter and continued on foot.

His geolocator indicated that the narrow path forward required him to walk.

Walk! In this sweltering heat!

Hux finally saw the meeting point. It was an entrance to the underground cave system built a millennium ago as a rest stop for galactic traders. His bio sensors beeped incessantly indicating an impending health hazards. His heart rate was elevated along with his body temps

Hux knocked using a specific rhythm and was lead down the cave by a guide. Inside was bursting with activities.

He saw Rose sipping on an iced drink and plopped down on the empty chair at the same stone table.

"Ah, General Hux, you're finally here," Rose casually noted.

"YOU!" Hux growled. "You did this on purpose!"

His skin was burning from the planet's hot twin Suns despite donning a cloak.

“What?" Rose kept her voice light and feigning ignorant. "You said I could pick our meet point?"

"I meant a habitable planet, Commander Tico"

"Oh. Please. This planet is perfectly habitable. Otherwise you and I wouldn't be having this conversation, General Hux." Rose replied while keeping her face passive as she surveyed his red face, sunburned skin and general discomfort with the heat and humidity.

Who knew that the fearsome General would be defeated by Mother Nature?

Rose did feel bad for purposely torturing him this way but only just 1%.The other 99 ... Rose was hollering on the inside. Later she would laugh. She hadn't decided if she should do it behind his back or to his face

dump of guildwar stuff from under readmores and such

Nah, fam. It's not about "taking" criticism. It's about the fact that unless a writer asks for it specifically, it's a dick thing to do on a website that is rooted in community.

If a writer wants critique they will ask trusted friends or professional associates (in the relevant field). When a writer shares a fic on AO3 it's not necessarily with the aim of improving their craft (there are better places for that). It's about sharing joy.

Positive comments enhance that feeling of joy and community. Negative comments do not.

Fic isn't a product to be evaluated. If it's not for you, then you can just walk away. 😁

I'm so tired of this discussion - why do all these people think they're entitled to offer critique on a fic author's work?

When you get a hand-made gift from someone, do you verbally rip it apart in front of them and point out every flaw or perceived flaw you can find? Congratulations, that person will never put the time, love and effort into making anything for you again, and they may question themselves so much they won't ever make anything for anyone else again, either. Well done, you've now deprived a whole community of art and an artist of their source of joy because you're an ungrateful walnut who can't say 'Thank you' and appreciate what you got for free.

Your opinion is not universal. Your tastes are not universal. Your preferred style is not universal. Authors can write whatever the fuck they want and unless you specifically commissioned a fic, you get no say in it.

Tl;dnr: If you don't like a fic or piece of art, hit the back button and keep your mouth shut. If you didn't like something, it likely wasn't meant for you and your 'criticism' is not wanted or helpful. Fandom is about community and lifting each other up, not about you shitting all over another person's work because you think your opinion matters.

Ahh, fanfiction writers. Gotta love ‘em.

Cat sneezed into a bowl of flour.

Statue of giant a giant rabbit eating a man

location: Czech Republic

by: Adam Trbušek

Hux had a strange relationship with food. He wouldn't call it a disorder because in his life everything must be in order. So rather than fix problems he preferred lying to himself. He doesn't call it lying of course. It's just... Not exactly the truth but close enough for him.

When It comes to Kylo he could eat a table if it would be well-prepared. I mean... If It was edible. Em.. Yup he just loves food. He eats a lot and he actually can cook. And he can't look at Hux eating these ration bars. Especially when he knows that this is probably his only meal for all day.

Because Hux basically lives on kaff, ration bars, stims, cigarettes and FO instant noodles when he has better days. Kylo is impressed that Hux never collapsed on the bridge because of that.

One day he cooked him a proper meal. Hux was looking at the plate on his desk.

"What is the meaning of this Ren?"

" Meaning? Its food. You know. The real one not this fake trashy bars. Sit down and eat"

Hux only rolled his eyes.

" I don't have time for nonsense "

" Oh sorry. You think it was a request?"

"Excuse me?"

"It was an order General. Sit down and eat. "

"Fuck yourself Ren."

"Well no fucking till you eat"

" You can't say that! "

" i can and i just did it. Hux .. Just try alright ? I've done it by myself... "

Hux closed his eyes and sighed. He murmured silent "fine" and sat behind the desk. He sighed again taking a fork and looking at the plate like it was going to eat him. "Okay fine" he told himself. "It's fine"

"Hux?"

"Am i talking to you Ren?"

"Um... I... Don't know ?"

"Right. Then shut up" He was good at forcing himself to do things that he actually didn't want to do. So he ate. Not a lot, but he ate. "Happy? You ignorant walking trash can?"

"Did you like it?"

" It doesn't really matter. At least not for me Ren. Can you... Leave ?"

"What?"

"Just get out" and he left. And Hux didn't know who he hated more. Kylo because he actually left him alone? The plate? Because it was still on his desk? Or himself ? Because of everything.

Kylo showed up the next day with a pack of ration bars and protein shakes. Hux looked at him silently.

"I.. i am sorry... It wasn't fair. I should have warned you and asked i ... I was just worried.. I... Brought you something that you might like better i guess ? Em... Just... Please make sure you eat more than one of these all day... "

"Ah. Is that an order Ren?"

" I already apologized, Hux. Do not make it harder. " Hux looked at the bars and took one.

" I will make sure. " He went silent again And tried not to look at Kylo" And Ren... I.. I know you are right and It wasn't bad. The meal... I just... "

" i know. Take care of yourself Hux or i will start taking care of you. And believe me you wouldn't like it"

Hux actually laughed

" I don't have any complaints about your care as far"

" Do you now...? " Kylo crossed his arms. " Should i cook you another meal?"

"I... No. At least not now. Maybe... Some day. But i wouldn't mind fucking..."

"Greedy, aren't you? " Kylo rolled his eyes and smiled.

If you are interested the "Some day" did happen. Hux was laying next to Kylo on the bed. He was eating pasta. Because it was the most similar food to instant noodles, and he knew he could somehow push It through.

" And? Is it fine?"

"Bearable."

Kylo smiled.

"No one would believe me if i said that this is an actual compliment coming from you"

" No one would also believe that you moan like a common whore but you don't brag about it, aren't you?"

" You should have listened to yourself, sweetie pie" Hux choked at the fork and glared at him angrily. But then Kylo hugged him, and he almost forgot why he was so angry. And he thought that one day he could actually enjoy this. Ren cooking for him, hugging him, smiling at him and taking care. It was strange. But bearable. And It was in fact a compliment.

If you were in a fanfic, would you be the pining idiot or the oblivious dumbass?

post it in the tags!!

I love the Original Flavor Vader. Like, subsequent stuff made him ridiculous by giving him a backstory and world building and shit and I love it, but just imagine

He’s the Emperor’s goth Space Rasputin who you all have to let hang around, even though he’s really killing the vibe, has absolutely no real authority over any of you (Tarkin is the one giving the orders!), and likes to spew vague threatening mantras while you try to strategize and shit. None of you know where he comes from, Darth may or may not be his real name, and that religion he likes to lecture you about is Extremely Illegal

So one day you tell him his esoteric dying faith–that, like, two old men and a twink from Desert Bumblefuck still take seriously–is old, weird, and not as powerful as your fash wetdream planet-destroying laser–and also kinda useless, dude, it hasn’t exactly fixed that Rebel Problem you have going on

Unfortunately, he is also a seven-foot-tall laser-sword-wielding robot wizard of death, so in response to this, he gets mad and chokes you out with his mind

Your other boss (Tarkin, is Probably In Charge) treats this like it’s normal and tells both of you to play nice while you make sure your trachea is intact and The Magic Death Cyborg sulks in the corner because he wasn’t allowed to murder the non-believer

MIDDLE-EARTH locations part. 1

"My life spans millennia. Legions have risen to test me… My ascendance is inevitable. A day, a year, a millenium - it matters not. I hold the patience of stone and the will of stars." - Vitiate

My favourite trope for today’s Kylux Positivity Week prompt.

I wanted to capture Kylo’s desperation to save Hux, he’s crying a bit, bless him.