#delisalicious

Certainly!

La Belle Epoque by Davechicken

Paris. The fin de siecle.

An angel posing as a student of the world meets a love-sick painter.

Liberty, fraternising, and a historical lack of equality with a pinch of ineffability.

(Content warning: TLJ spoilers, violence)

“Excellent,” General Hux says. It is not excellent. It is the opposite of excellent. The Fulminatrix is lost and the Resistance has escaped. He needs to say the right thing right away so that Supreme Leader knows all is not lost. “I’ll take it in my chambers.”

“General Hux!” roars Supreme Leader Snoke, manifesting right there on the bloody catwalk of the Finalizer bridge, putting rotting teeth deathly in need of dental work on full display.

“Ah,” Hux begins gamely, “good—” And suddenly Hux feels himself falling. He didn’t stumble—Snoke is using the Force to manhandle him. In front of his crew. He has never done such a thing before; it is humiliating. But more than that, it is an outrage—

And he doesn’t fall. He’s suspended in midair, trembling ever so slightly. He feels as though he is flexing a muscle, but none of his muscles are in any position to hold him up. By all rights he should be flat on his face on the durasteel.

Snoke lets out an impatient, angry huff, and Hux feels himself shake harder, but he still doesn’t fall. Slowly, he rights his body—somehow, using that muscle he can’t identify—and folds his hands behind his back.

“Supreme Leader,” Hux says, even as he is straining to hold position against the invisible pressure of Snoke’s power. “The hyperspace tracking technology is complete. We’ve calibrated it to the Resistance’s transport. We can easily follow and destroy them once and for all.”

“General,” Snoke growls, sounding strained. “You dare—you—how—”

He is not flexing a muscle, Hux realizes. He is flexing something else. Some other thing innate to him, something he’s felt in dreams, something he’s studiously ignored because he has no use for mysticism.

Or rather, he had no use for mysticism. But now, apparently, he can use it.

Slowly, Hux brings his right arm forward, extending his hand toward Snoke’s holoprojection. He closes his fingers as though grasping something, and Snoke lets out a choking cough.

“Interesting,” Hux says. Then he crushes his hand into a fist, and Supreme Leader Snoke’s neck snaps in two.

For a long moment, the bridge is utterly silent. The holoprojection sits there, showing Snoke’s head lolling off his neck in high definition.

Finally Hux straightens his greatcoat and turns to the communications officer. “Cut that channel. When Ren calls, and he will, direct it to my chambers.”

“Yes, General,” Lt. Stynnix acknowledges at once, and soon everyone is turned back to their stations.

Kylo: Hey, Hux. These look like your hair.

“It’s not like I go looking for trouble,” Poe insisted. “Itjust sort of finds me.”

He was met with a round of eyeball rolls and disbelievinglooks.

Karé finished applying the bacta patch to his temple. “Oh, of course,you’re perfectly respectable and always keep your head down, never stick yournose in anywhere, always do exactly what you’re told.”

“Exactly! That’s what I’ve been saying!”

“And you definitely don’t enjoy explosions,” Jess said.

“Well,” Poe said, raising his hands helplessly. “Let’s notgo that far.”

“To be fair,” Snap pointed out, “he likes being on thegiving end of explosions, not the receiving end.”

“Thank you!” Poe looked around. “Come on, guys. It’s notlike I asked to get knocked out and locked up again.”

BB-8 chimed in with a remark that Poe’s plan had been poorlythought out and Poe interrupted, “Not helping, buddy.”

The droid bumped up against Poe’s bent legs where he wassitting on the floor and Poe absently rested his hand on BB-8’s dome.

“It’s like this,” Poe said. “There’s a lot of bad shit goingon in the galaxy, and we’ve gotta do something about it. I’m just doingsomething about it.”

“In the most spectacularly reckless fashion possible,” Karéinterjected.

Poe kept going like he hadn’t heard. “And sometimes it doesn’t goso well.”

BB-8’s chirping binary would have sounded sarcastic if he weren’ta droid incapable of sarcasm. (In theory, anyway. Poe sometimes wondered. Maybehe had messed about with BB-8’s programming a few too many times when he wasyounger.)

The other pilots laughed. Poe gave BB-8 a betrayed look.

He carried on regardless. “But, hey. That’s what I’ve got you guysfor, right? To bail my ass out when it doesn’t go the way I meant it to.”

I think at times I might be alone on this, but I feel close to the same way with Finn. People talk about character assassination, but... When they were on Starkiller he says "I'll help you, but I'm only here for Rey." He fights Kylo Ren for Rey. He doesn't want anything to do with FO because he knows what they're capable of so he want away from the Resistance. But he also cares about the people he's with so he helps them. So when he wakes up... (cont.)

... he's still in the mind set of 'get Rey and get out.' He never actually embraced the Resistance... until he met Rose who stopped him from running away when he was needed. They figure out how to stop the FO so the Resistance can get away, and they take their disastrous journey to Canto Bight then to the Supremacy. They get caught, but through it Finn learns some things are worth fighting for, even if there's next to no hope or you're afraid. He's so willing to... (cont.)

... embrace it that he's actually going to sacrifice himself to save his friends, and stop the FO. But Rose stops him for his last lesson of the movie. That some times you have to also fight for love... For me, that was one hell of a story arc, but people forget that Finn wasn't there at the end of TFA and if the beginning of TLJ is only days later and he's been out-cold the whole time, how could he suddenly wake up and be there? (but in Fanon he was already there) End.  

 sorry, that was a lot

No problem bc yes, yes yes and yes exactly! I have nothing to add, at least on Finn lol~

I know you hated it, but maybe see it again? See if it is any better?                I would say blog about what you didn't like, but that bodes for arguments and people trying to convince you to like something you don't. And your opinion over The Last Jedi is completely valid.

tbh i’m not paying for seeing that movie again. i’m kinda tight with money with now and if i have to choose between going on coffee with friend - i’ll pick my friend

and apparently i can’t blog about what i didn’t like because people vague blog about me how i’m “killing the mood” and “ruining it for people”, while they reblog posts like “nerd: i didn’t like tlj - me, and intelectual: i did” so whatever...

2/2…Techie had died due to their father’s cruelty. When he hears his brother is sick, Armitage knows he doesn’t have much time to save Techie, so he offers the only thing he has to Kylo. Thanks for all the beautiful art you do!!—Ahhh I’m so glad you like it!!! I’m having a lot of fun daydreaming about these guys lol.Techie does not have a good health, he was born a sickly baby, maybe because he was born on land. The added effect of being kept away from the sea is making it worse. Armitage was always taking care of him while they were still living at their Father’s. When Armitage left, he asked a trusted friend to care for Techie but with his dear brother gone and no hope to ever see him again, Techie just wasted away.You’re completely right, Armitage knew that unless Kylo let him leave immediately, he wouldn’t be back to his brother on time, so he played his last card and implored the price to let him leave. Of course that wasn’t necessary and Kylo sent him home with his fastest ship and anything that could help Techie. Now that he came back with Armitage and lives by the sea, Techie is doing much better :) He won’t ever be a warrior like his brother and brother in law or but he’s not bed ridden anymore. Also Techie and Armitage discovered lemon cakes and can’t stop eating them lol it’s making Techie healthier and Armitage a little fat.

“These weapons are absolutely ridiculous,” said General Armitage Hux, holding Kylo Ren’s lightsaber safely away from himself before pressing the activation button. The hilt spat out a long, roiling column of red plasma; two hissing daggers of fire shot out laterally from the crossguard as soon as the main blade reached its full length. “Look at this monstrosity.”

Leaning in the doorway, maskless, arms crossed, the lightsaber’s owner gave the general a patronizing smile. “People often fear that which they don’t understand,” he said.

Hux snorted. “It’s not fear to recognize that a weapon like this could just as easily kill its owner as an adversary. Perhaps more easily.”

“When a person has no connection with the Force,” Ren said, the smirk audible in his voice, “it is impossible for them to wield a lightsaber.”

“Mystical nonsense,” Hux sneered. “You’re lucky you haven’t cut your own head off with this thing.” He swept it about in a loose arc; the saber hummed through the air, crackling with static.

“Careful, General,” Ren said, and he no longer sounded altogether amused.

“I’m always careful,” Hux retorted, swinging the saber wider, harder. “I’ve shown far more good judgment than some people I could name---” As he spoke he flung his arm up and back for emphasis, and suddenly the hilt slipped from his hand. The lightsaber sailed, spinning, still active, through the doorway behind him.

Ren started to laugh, but it turned into a choked-off gasp. Then he was charging past Hux and into the room beyond.

Hux followed at a more leisurely pace. “I’ve proven my own point, haven’t I?” he predicted. “You see, these things are---”

The words died in his throat. Kylo Ren stood staring, fists clenched, at the body of Supreme Leader Snoke, lying on the floor next to his own severed head. Ren’s lightsaber had spun its way right through his neck; the blade had apparently only deactivated when the hilt finally hit durasteel.

“I have proven my point,” Hux murmured.

The praetorian guard moved forward then, fanning out before the two men in a V formation. “Supreme Leader is dead,” proclaimed the guard at the center. “Long live Supreme Leader.” And every single member of the guard took a knee, swearing fealty to their new master.

Hux looked at Ren. Ren looked at Hux. They both looked back to the guards. Seconds stretched into minutes in awkward silence.