#destroyworlds

‘‘ you almost look worried about me, general. i have not yet managed to get myself killed - and i do not wish to start with it now. there are still many things i wish to achieve in this life. ‘‘

@destroyworlds​ said: ♦ What was a mildly annoying thing that has happened to you rp wise?

i’ve started roleplaying years back but i started on tumblr in 2013 and i’ve encountered quite a lot of annoying things but here’s one i never understood.

@destroyworlds​   sent :     [ 📲 • sms ] —— you are the slowest texter ever. 😒       »      TEXT   MESSAGES .

☮: five things I have in common with my muse

1. Left-handed.

2. Authority issues.

3. Complicated feelings for Tarkin.

4. Salt.

five things that are different about my muse from me.

relentless. 

belliggerent.

authoritarian.

detached.

unethical.

i went with 5 words or else this would be a novel. i think the words themselves are self-explanatory ♥.

five favorite books

pirates of the caribbean : the price of freedom

star wars legends : x-wing series feat. my favorite character wedge antilles

the outsiders

war of the worlds

des fleurs sur la neige

✹ ARMITAGE HUX ✹ says ;  “One of these days you’re going to wind up dead.” @destroyworlds​

❛ absolutely. ❜ and the admitance did not scare him... no. in fact, it is the fate he anticipated since the day he had last held onto his mother’s warm hand. an invisible grip tugged at his heart at the sudden flood of memories, tearing it further to shreds. how much was left of it? he wouldn’t know nor would he care to find out. erik turned his blue cold hard gaze to the man, using the magnetic field to shield himself despite being already shot through his side. he had not been quick enough to repel the bullet.

@destroyworlds​:  “You wouldn’t hurt me. You can’t.”

When Archex had been whisked away from the First Order and saved from a certain death, he admittedly didn’t know where his future was going to head. He wasn’t surprised when the Resistance didn’t just let him go, even after his time spent on Cerea-- time that wasn’t nearly long enough, though he was thankful to be rid of the ridiculous planet. It didn’t exactly help him any. Not much more than being virtually anywhere else would have, he was certain.

No, instead of any options to leave or perhaps stay longer on the... ‘vacation’, Archex had been tasked to help Vi. An odd decision, he had figured but-- well, he hadn’t much say in the matter as it was, and he had... so much to make up for. Blood that was on his hands, directly spilled by him or otherwise-- he was the one who helped train nearly every dammed stormtrooper there was in the Order by this point. Be he raised up by their side, or the captain they trained under.

They were his family. The first time it was evident Archex couldn’t, wouldn’t move against a stormtrooper even if his life depended on it (for if they were threatening another, he would shift their attention to himself) Vi had tried her best to keep him out of the way. So many of them he raised up. Not lashing out against them, against his children? That made sense.

Here and now, though, this was different. Or it should have been. Hazel hues focused sharply on Armitage, brows furrowed and fists clenched-- so many emotions raged through Archex’s entire frame, and yet the words the man before him spoke rang all too true. If he could have, he would have by now--... the First Order was entirely rotten, he’d learned that the hard way. A diseased corpse living beneath perfectly polished armour. Something that is nice only if you glance over it, pay it no real mind.

Archex still wasn’t sure whether it’d always been rotten, decaying slowly underneath his boots as his gaze focused on the supposed good they were doing, or if something shifted over time and strangled the good intent and left only death and destruction in it’s wake.

Either way, he knew well enough Armitage played a part in the mess, just as Phasma had. Yet despite everything, the mere thought of lashing out caused hands to tremble by his side-- fingers to curl tight enough nails cut into skin. Hazel eyes harden, a fire burning behind them despite the obvious inaction on Archex’s part. Head partly tilting to the side in a show of faux confidence, even as the lingering.... what, programming?? Since of pity? Drive to protect, not harm?...

It was overwhelming, a heavy tightness in his chest that made it harder to breath than his bad lung did-- and stars, did those injuries in particular ache at the all too vivid memory of the betrayal that had happened-- when Archex had learned a selfish murderer walked free, held in high regard and he, nothing but loyal and true, had been left for dead.

( Take a sassy Prince of Arkanis ) Name: Prince Armitage Hux Age: 29 Do you like to cuddle?: Not particularly. But you may hold my hand when permitted. Can we make-out?: We shall see. A night in or dinner out?: A night in would be preferable. Or a night out, under the stars and away from people. Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Red wine, please What makes you a good Valentine?: I am well read, intelligent and probably out of your league Would you cook for me?: Most definitely Would you let me cook for you?: I’d much rather stay alive thank you.

“Out of my- you and I are going to fight. What if I don’t want to be in your league, you pompous- let me chill... moving past that unfortunate comment; I agree with everything else. I’d love to bake for you, if you’d let me, as well. So long as you don’t insult me like that ever again.”