The constant bot follows are genuinely so frustrating I'm thinking about deactivating :/ is there anything I can do besides report and block?? I've been getting at least 2 or 3 every day for months now
Rated E
Excerpt/Summary:
When he wakes, it’s to the sound of a cleaning droid buzzing around outside his chamber doors, the low drone of the filtration system, and—something else. Shallow breaths, soft whimpers. Something pressed tight against his chest. Something warm, burning even. A warmth to mirror the heat still coursing through his own blood.
A shared heat. A shared mind. A shared dream.
He freezes where he lays, eyes closed and muscles pulled taut, reveling in the heat while he has it against his skin. Because whatever this is, it surely can’t be real. Rey can’t be here, with him. Not after nearly a year of silence in the Force. Not after what came to pass on Endor’s ocean moon.e
Or: what might have happened if our favorite jedi and supreme leader caught a cold after their fight on Kef Bir? Fevery force bond dreams perhaps?
Link:
Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery (2022), dir. Rian Johnson.
I have no doubt this has been done before, but anyway here’s my take on a Reylo version of Han and Leia in the ESB poster. I didn’t set out to give Kylo that Leia hair curl but once I got there it became my main motivation for completing this
all the times ben teared up, requested by anon
“I love this idea that they wanted so badly for Ben to be the villain, and Adam played him so fiercely human.”
Fellow Reylos, if you are escaping twitter like me, please give a follow so we can connect 🙂
And even if you are not escaping, let's connect, chat, rec fics, share headcanons and art
Ali Hazelwood novels x Reylo
Original cover artist: lilith_saur
Orginal novels: Ali Hazelwood
- Love on the Brain
- Stuck on You & Love Theoretically
- The Love Hypothesis
Artwork was created for personal pleasure ONLY because my brain wouldn't let me rest.
#GingerRose #gingerflower #starwars #hux #generalhux #rose #rosetico #armitage #armitagehux #thelastjedi #tlj #firstorder #procreate #ipad #art #artblog #artist #fanart #gingerrosediscord https://www.instagram.com/p/Ck7PKG3qXkK/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
Since you loved the first one so much (huge thank you), here the second reylo eyes drawing I made and it actually won a prize a few month ago at a local art exhibition.
PS : I'm thinking about selling/opening commissions so if you can help me growing please reblog my posts I'd be very grateful.
'Cause she was sunshine
I was midnight rain
For the #reyloMidnightsMayhem event on Twitter from thelastjeqi and @l-ies-ile
Feel free to use my manips (non-drawn art) for moodboards and fics.
eddie and chrissy helping each other get ready for halloween (or whatever)
Reblogging art I posted on my twitter. This one is my first (digital or traditional) reylo drawing ever. I love drawing eyes, it's the mirror of the soul and I had to draw the scene from the elevator.
PS : I'm thinking about selling/opening commissions so if you can help me growing please reblog my posts I'd be very grateful.
AU, 5 years later, Eddie and Chrissy // I will find you again
She disappeared the day after prom, the day after she kissed him in a yellow cocktail dress, the day after all her options changed after a joint, a pepperoni pizza and a night in his arms… and not because of an alter-dimensional beast but because of monster made of flesh and bone that she calls ‘mother’. “You ruined her! I could perceive that devilish smell of you and your hellhole on her,” Laura fucking Cunningham spat when Eddie asked where Chrissy was. “Far away from Hawkins. That’s what she needs!” Oh, he tried -tried to talk to her father (a hollow man) or her brother (Eddie felt so sorry for him), but… no name, no place. Nothing. But he tried so hard. Because it was Chrissy, that little 6th grade girl that had smiled at him with genuine care and told him “good luck” with all her heart… Jesus H. Christ! he loved her since that second. And he had to say it to her no matter what. So he searched for her, leaving Hawkins and Indiana without looking back. But even the most determined mind pales facing reality. An absence. Hers. And the absence of leads and hope. After 3 years, somewhere in the middle of Illinois, Eddie gave up. He parked his van on the roadside, hands tightened on the steering wheel, still, a terrible pop song on the radio, and shed tears of mourning he had refused to shed for years…