#ginger general

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I’m literally so glad you asked this. I tried keeping this short but my opinions/thoughts on this man are endless. Gonna try to balance out my depressing headcanons with my fluff ones or else I’m going to do the Big Cry whilst writing this.

Hux journals, our guy has never known a healthy coping mechanism in his life and he doesn’t look at it as one, but it ends up becoming one for him. I’d like to think his journaling is something akin to the burn book in Mean Girls. “Kylo Ren is the nastiest skank bitch I’ve ever met. Do not trust him. He is a fugly slut.” Besides journaling, I feel like he’d be a phenomenal writer in general. He loves loves loves reading, as a kid it was an escape for him. He didn’t read much fantasy though, he was more inclined towards reading political and military strategy, although the occasional poem might catch his eye.

I feel like Hux either wears a very expensive and pretentious but gorgeous smelling cologne, or he smells like nothing. Ever. Like the man is literally just devoid of a scent.

He takes a false sense of pride in his accomplishments, with his abusive father he has quite a few self esteem issues and nothing ever seems good enough. His accomplishments even after his father’s death just don’t seem to match up with his own vision and unrealistic expectations for himself. His self image and just sense of self in general is extremely shaky. He likes to appear solid, absolute, unwavering, but inside he’s still that scared, angry, abused little boy. His entire life a constant power struggle.

He probably has some big black throne looking chair in his quarters, where at the end of the day he likes to sit with Millicent in his lap, petting her Dr. Evil style whilst thinking about how HE deserves to be Supreme Leader.

Speaking of Millicent, that cat is probably the closest he’s ever been to anyone or anything his entire life. I’m betting Millicent is the only one to have seen him show even a modicum of humanity or emotional expression. The two of them have this silent mutually beneficial relationship. He feeds her, cleans her litter box. Talks to her seldomly but always awkwardly, as he’s not used to being personable even alone in his own quarters with his cat. “Here, kitty kitty....what is that sound cats like? Right, psss... pssspsss.....”

In exchange for food and housing, Millicent provides some sort of comfort and companionship. She curls up at his feet as he lies perfectly still, unable to sleep (he doesn’t toss and turn due to restlessness and insomnia, I think he’d just lay there, still) Millicent being there helps put him at ease, although he won’t even admit it to himself. He probably fusses about it at first, “Millicent. As your general I demand you sleep in your designated bed.” Hux can’t stand one thing out of place, but she persists and eventually this becomes a regular thing. He’s secretly glad for it.

More sleeping habits, I feel he’s uncomfortable in his own skin (thanks Br*ndol Hux for those deep rooted insecurities our boy still refuses to acknowledge) so he’s fully clothed as much as possible, always wearing things that are similar to his uniform to bed as his uniform is somewhat of a second skin to him.

Internalize, internalize, internalize, this is his daily executive function.

Kylo loves calling Hux cute pet names.... Hux secretly loves it too. 

I’ve told my bf about my love for this sexy ginger and he just goes along with it

"I heard it in the canteen... Yes... Like.... Something something silver spoon in his mouth? Yes Ben I'm kriffing sure they were talking about me!"

Trying out cosplaying hux again! I have a few photos, not the best, but I trimmed my wig tonight so it's a start!