Tilly🦋🍂 is on The Hunt for Ben Solo

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Bluesky’s #1 William Blake poster honk honk I love the library 🦋 https://archiveofourown.org/users/Tilly_Wizard/works My gender is horsegirl 🐴 she/her 🇦🇺 Uniting ✝️ “Every thing that lives is Holy"

Summary: “Rey.” he says, exhaling deeply. She starts to walk towards him as does he and suddenly they're both running. The wind howls in her ears as she sprints to him. His cape flaps in the wind, making him look like a superhero or a prince. “I can’t believe you’re actually here” She whispers through her tears. “I know, I know” He comforts, hot tears unfamiliar on his rough skin. _____________ Rey feels suffocated on the Resistance Base. Her purpose is teetering on the edge of a canyon. Her and Ben make a plan to run away together. In the rolling hills of the mountains and the glistening iridescent hues of the water, they learn about each other and help one another overcome pain. Will this be how their lives start or will it all fall apart at the hands of the Resistance? ___________ Um. So I was not expecting this. Written in anger about The Hunt for Ben Solo (that's a lie, I started writing it in august but thats not the point.) Notes: SO.... welcome. Basically the prompt was 'lets run away together!' and it was supposed to be like a 9k one shot fluff fic. But somehow it evolved into a 33k 10 chapter fic?! I'm not really sure what happened or why I suddenly started writing a Reylo fic, but HEY, i had tons of fun writing this and I hope you have fun reading it (if anyone does end up reading it?) Oh, and each chapter is going to have a song dedicated to it. This chapter actually has 2 songs (but thats an exception). The songs are: 'You Shaped Hole by Baby Queen' for the first half and 'Nightcall by London Grammar' for the second half. I really recommend listening to them while you read 'cause they really fit the chapter. ENJOYYY!
Notes: Be gentle dear reader, this is my first Fic! I have a slight idea of where this'll end, but no clue if I'll have the guts to make it explicit. If you enjoy it please let me know (and if you don't, carry on!) <3
Notes: The idea for Aerobics Hux and the colorful outfits comes from the Lego Force Awakens video game, where our fearless heroes interrupt the ginger general leading a stormtrooper workout. Yes, the troopers are wearing helmets and unitards in the game. But not utility belts. Also, as I was writing the ending for this story, it occurred to me that maybe this is why Pryde was in charge instead of Hux in that smoking dumpster fire called Episode 9.
Summary: Little Red Riding Hood AU Rey is the courier tasked to walk the cursed path alone between her village and the forest druid but the forest has grown restless. The symbols carved into the trees and stone are fading, their power dying with the light and somewhere between the pines, something has begun to follow her. When the magic is gone, she'll have to decide what's worse: being claimed by the darkness, or by the beast. Notes: Years ago, I started writing this very fic and I never knew where I wanted to go with it and it went unfinished before eventually being removed. Well now, that's all changed. I have the story planned out, and all the inspiration. I have no beta, please ignore grammar mistakes and any inaccuracies since this is a historical, gothic horror, fairy-tale retelling. Remember to mind the tags.
Summary: Rose Tico really regretted moving so far away from home. Her apartment was cramped, her boss was a bitch, and this new project she’s working on is forcing her too close to a very snobby and uptight CEO. The only good things she has going for her are a never ending supply of drama and the prospect of a curious romance. What’ll happen when the one man she dreads to be near turns out to be the one man she never wants to lose? And of course there was only one bed. ;) Notes: Hiiiii!!!! This is my first ever fanfic and I’m so excited about it! Feel free to leave notes or comments about what you think I can do better and sorry if I don’t post often :)
Page from issue 18 of Darth Vader by Charles Soule “You saw the skin he’s wearing?” “Yes. Taken from a valath. This planet’s apex predator…”
Wit Studio Presents The Bounty Hunters
huge clumps of moulted hair on the ground under a pony’s hooves
Golden Bunny yellow roses
Jacaranda trees covered in purple flowers
She closed her eyes. Breathed in deep and filled her lungs with the reek of bone-dust and decay. Reached out and wove her own life-force into the web of shadow-no, the Rune, of course, she could see the shape of it now-til she felt her heart beat in time with the rhythm of the splintering blows of blade and club and axe around her, in time with the wingbeats of the hungry spirits that circled above. She reached down, down into the icy black pit, reached through the deepest core of herself, and beyond, into the darkness that was inside Ben Solo, that was Kylo Ren, gripped the churning roiling mass of thought and memory and emotion she felt there, and pulled.
Thud! Rey nearly toppled backwards, as the foot of her staff bounced uselessly off the pile of bones. She gritted her teeth, biting back groan of frustration, barely remembering just in time to preserve the silence of the ritual. A deep, mocking voice shivered through her. You'll have to try harder than that, sweetheart. The sanctity of silence didn't apply to the dead, apparently. She slammed her staff down again, tried to stifle the revulsion that crawled up her spine.
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Production IG Presents The Ninth Jedi: Child of Hope
Screencap of Luke looking at the twin suns of Tatooine in Star Wars Luke is labelled me The white sun is Reylo The red sun is Oshamir
I wrote this in March 2020 just for myself. I'd never written anything in my life. I've never had a movie get to me, break my heart, like TROS did. I cried so hard. I actually did not like Kylo during TFA/TLJ. Then at the beginning of TROS, something changed. By the Kef Bir scene, I was full on Reylo. Better late than never, I guess. I didn't know about fanfiction. I didn't know about AO3. For days, I could not stop thinking about the movie. Ben dying was an atrocity. So I simply wrote two sentences. The first two you will read. Then a day later, the first paragraph. Then it all came tumbling out as I furiously typed into my phone while sitting in a parking lot. It was cathartic. My best friend asked me what was wrong. For days I had been so sad. I finally had to tell her. She then discovered Wattpad and talked me into publishing it.
The Turning Door follows a young girl called Ariadlyn, who is sent to bed as a party rages downstairs. Escaping her bedtime, she slips into her parents' room, where she discovers an ornate wooden box, opening a door to a magical world called The Turning. To find her way back home and save her parents— now frozen in the real world —Ariadlyn must seek out a sorceress and her crystal vial. Along the way, she will encounter giants, whales, armies, shapeshifters and acrobatic monkeys as she discovers what it means to grow up.
You have to live, and grow up to become who you’re meant to be
A girl wearing goggles (resembling Rey’s goggles in The Force Awakens) riding a speeder through a snowy landscape subtitle: We’re better off if we can leave the past behind us
Project Studio Q presents The Song of Four Wings
I’m so glad you’re back, Star Wars, I really missed you. screencap from The Last Jedi: It’s time for the Jedi to End
What if your lifelong best friend just forgot all about you? Forgot all the love, the joy, the pain, all of the memories and experiences you once shared. When Jo and Raissa find themselves stranded on the fantastic world of the forgotten island of Nakali, they find their only way home might come at the expense of a lifetime of memories and emotions.
"I know, I fucked up." "Well, it certainly wasn't the best first impression." A corner of Oma's red lips quirked upwards in a little half-smirk. Why did she look so much like Mom sometimes? That didn't make any sense; they weren't exactly related, in the usual sense. Zuko was meditating in his room in the palace of Omashu. The palace was huge (well, by eastern standards) and mostly empty, so during Zuko's second trip to the city, Bumi had decided it would be amusing to give him the suite that was traditionally reserved for the monarch's children, as a sort of personal embassy for whenever he decided to visit. Zuko had been astounded when nobody had complained, but they were used to that kind of thing here. It was the kind of joke Bumi liked best, technically an honor but tremendously insulting at the same time. It kept everyone guessing - was Zuko, who was openly at war with the rest of the Earth Kingdom, somehow trusted enough to be accommodated right next to the King himself, with only the length of a single corridor between them? Did Bumi consider Zuko so far beneath notice as a warrior, a spy, an assassin, that having him in such close proximity was no concern at all? Did Bumi have so little respect for the Earth King of Ba Sing Se that he was pleased to host the son of the Earth King’s greatest enemy under his own roof? The answer was any or all of the above.
The goddess took from her belt a wand, a twig of Ash, substance of her own self, crystal-tipped, wrapped in thread of gold, and with an easy flick of her fine, bone-white wrist, transformed it to a glowing blade of light, greener than any green that had lived on earth since the alpine meadows of old long-lost Alderaan. She raised the blade skyward and drew a blazing trail through the invisible veil beyond the air itself, once, twice, thrice (Love! Love! Love!)
Rey remembered what General Organa had said about her bond with Luke. About how the Force had connected them. As soon as we met, I knew he was…someone important to me…It was as though I’d always known. And wasn’t that how she’d felt, the first time she’d come face-to-mask with Ren, in that vision in the dungeon under the castle in Takodana? She’d known he was…someone important…Even before he’d shown his face to her, she’d recognised his black-shrouded, hulking form as that of The Man. The nameless man who’d always brightened her daydreams. And stalked her nightmares.
Directed by Takanobu Mizuno Creative Producer/Written by Jumpei Mizusaki Character Designer Takashi Okazaki
It’s clear you have lost your way, former Jedi
Kamikaze Douga & Anima Present The Duel: Payback
Lady and Trish perched on Dante's desk, Devil May Cry V
Scrivener project statistics: Words: 57,593 The chapter titles in the sidebar are the titles of episodes of Avatar the Last Airbender
Two dark forms, cast in shadow against the orange haze of sunset, the fading light of the distant star shrouded in sea-mist rising off the gently rolling waves. A man and a woman, side-by-side and hand-in-hand.
Of course, there were times when she’d imagined the island was where her parents had lived, once. Imagined that perhaps she’d been born there, in the deep green that rose out of the dark blue ocean and touched the bright blue sky. Imagined that one day, her parents would come and take her back there to live, amongst the seals and the seabirds, under the dappled light which played through the quiet leaves of the lone great tree that stood in the safest and most beautiful faraway place in the world. But, as Ren had forced her to admit to him—to herself—that had always been a lie she’d told to comfort herself.
Ah. Rey snorted, almost laughed at her own foolishness. So this was the terrifying beast she had glimpsed [through the Force meditation]. A wounded war mastiff, seemingly abandoned by the Order, panting hard as it bled out on the sand. Its wild, shaggy black coat did give it a certain resemblance to Ren, she had to admit. But it’s eyes were strange; the right the deep crimson of Jakkuvian night-blooming roses, and the left ocean-blue, both growing dim as the beast’s life-force faded. A truly pitiful sight. She saw the stain of the mastiff’s blood, dark against the sand, and felt that same chill run through her again. The sand turned crystalline white and dense underfoot. The blood turned a brighter red. Blood on snow. She blinked, looked away. Breathed. Refocused.
With that thought, the woolliness blanketing Rey’s senses lifted a little. She shivered with a sudden chill, as though the shadow of dark wings had momentarily passed over the sun. Her skin tickled with the brush of soft invisible black fur. (Somehow she knew it was black). [[ Do I leave this in or is too unsubtle. Rey is an unsubtle thinker.]]She saw a flash of red in darkness. A flash of blue. The scent of blood. Her eyes snapped open as she flinched in panic. Was that Ren she had sensed? Was he here? She fought to keep her breath at an even pace. Stars, what was wrong with her? She’d never been afraid of battle since she was a small child! She had not been afraid of Ren in Takodana, in Ilum. She had not.
Kylo Ren funko pop body with giant helmet
LEGO Star Wars Kylo Ren helmet
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Frontispiece of For The Sexes: The Gates of Paradise, by William Blake
the last two rounds of discourse have been “Kylo Ren is a female power fantasy, because women want to fix bad boys!” and I’m like, no, fuck off Kylo Ren is my female power fantasy because I want to be buff with a cape and a magic sword and a gang of knights,
Diagram of screenshot from Star Wars: The Force Awakens THIS IS KYLO REN STARKILLER BASE IS OVER HERE