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Rom-communist | itinerant writer | 30s | she/they | nsfw

https://archiveofourown.org/users/Echofarandfaint

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grace @echofarandfaint.bsky.social · Nov 13
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kalx58.bsky.social
This fic is incredible and does such impressive Kylo characterization through the double challenge of being in Rey's POV and a short wordcount. !! Sexy shame!!!
I used to do that with the ties of my Jedi robes when I was a teenager, so no. Not Sith perversity. I’ve always been this way.’ ‘What, a monster?’ Her blows always strike to wound, even when she knows he only fights her for defence. Why does she do this? The alternative is too complicated, maybe. He moans loudly. Tells himself he is disgusting. And he is, he is, she promises herself he horrifies her. Why else can’t she look away?
November 12, 2025 at 8:46 PM
echofarandfaint.bsky.social
having a tough day, send good vibrations my way
November 12, 2025 at 5:09 PM
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janejanajuno.bsky.social
#dyadprompts - time for my fourth installment of my slutty spy ben au! i'll link the first three installments in the replies if you're curious 🤠

1/3
we see a chair and a woman tied to it - she appears to be scantily clad (bare feet, etc) and her hands are tied behind her back The world had tilted. It was her first thought as Rey swam back to consciousness, the tall windows across the way, more broken than not, hanging drunkenly off rusty hinges. The meat hooks above her, whistling and clanking under the constant air conditioning like noxious windchimes, seemed much farther away than when she’d first been manhandled and strapped into a chair. It was freezing inside. And her head was pounding. Multiple contusions were blooming down what Rey could see of her legs, and there was an ache in her jaw. But she could open and close her mouth, her blurred vision was rapidly clearing, and she found she could wiggle all ten fingers and toes. She wasn’t completely doomed yet. “Well,” drawled a voice somewhere behind her, in a tone practically engineered in a lab to provoke, “so thrilled to see you’ve finally rejoined the land of the living, princess.” Ah. Of course. They weren’t completely doomed yet. On a generous day, Rey could even admit that Solo’s presence increased the likelihood of an escape by a factor of two. But her head felt like an angry beehive, and she was lying on her side, in an absurdly cold warehouse decked out like a supervillain’s wet dream, in the merest whisper of a balconette bra and lacy thong. A fucking thong. It was not a generous day. Injecting as much of a sneer into her voice as it was possible to do while frozen blue and nearly nude, Rey replied, “So sorry, Solo, I didn’t realize you were on a strict timetable.” If she was being strictly honest, Rey knew most of her injuries, including the bump on her head, were her own fault; she’d tipped the chair and her person onto their respective sides with a bruising bang after trying—and failing—to free herself. But, if she was going to go ahead and be honest, then it was also true that Solo’s inab— “Besides, it’s your fault we’re in this position anyway.” With a bit of thrashing and even more flailing and at least several skin cells left behind on the porous concrete floor, Rey managed to flip her chair just in time to see Solo sputtering in outrage. “My fault? My fault? How is you raising the suspect’s alarm my fault, sweetheart?” Their captors—Hux’s goon squad, faceless and nameless, but with accents that Rey’s aptitude for languages had placed across four nations—had been relatively civil to her. Relatively. Agent Solo, on the other hand… While she’d been tied to a chair, he’d been strapped to a pole, arms pinioned behind his back. The tux he’d been wearing was ripped at the shoulder, his tattoos gleaming underneath, and his snowy white shirt was spotted with blood. She thought they’d broken at least two of his ribs before she lost consciousness. “Stop hurting him! He’s just a civilian I used to get into the party. The idiot knows less than nothing. I’m the only one who can help you!” He looked far worse now. The cut carving over his forehead and cheekbone, the one still dripping down his shirt, she thought it would likely scar. And one of his knees…well, knees shouldn’t do that.
November 12, 2025 at 1:09 AM
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randombks.bsky.social
#Reylo
A tingle across the edge of his mind; Ben winces.

"I shouldn't have come; I'm jeopardizing the mission."

Poe drags him out of view, laughs, only a little worried.

"Relax, Lover Boy, my sources say Kira isn't even on planet tonight."

"I don't know who your sources are, but they're wrong."
dyadprompts.bsky.social reylo word prompts @dyadprompts.bsky.social · 1d
⭐ prompt 344 — UNDERCOVER
November 11, 2025 at 3:51 PM
echofarandfaint.bsky.social
noticing that it is when I am at my most stressed (rn working two part-time jobs w a third very cursed freelance gig) that I most inclined to steal time to write unhinged fic
November 11, 2025 at 5:16 PM
echofarandfaint.bsky.social
Narrowly-avoided-time-in-jail Ben x his court-mandated social worker
November 10, 2025 at 10:22 PM
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ev3rmichelle.bsky.social
Silence
a fic for the @reyloffanth.bsky.social Flash Fiction Challenge

"Solitude"

800 words, unrated

“Beyond the wind and the calling of seabirds, Ben has never felt silence like this. Silence that wasn’t oppressive and heavy, but forgiving and gentle.”

archiveofourown.org/works/73995126
November 10, 2025 at 5:41 PM
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linearao3.bsky.social
Anyway if you want some distraction I did the thing where I write an entire fic around one sex-scene punchline and now it’s finished. Kanej; E, no warnings; 2/2 chapters. Archive lock. archiveofourown.org/works/735423...
New Session | Archive of Our Own
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archiveofourown.org
November 10, 2025 at 5:34 PM
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janejanajuno.bsky.social
“I write to leave a record, to stare at the track of the tornado. I write to leave a warning. I write to call for help.”
bgrueskin.bsky.social Bill Grueskin @bgrueskin.bsky.social · 3d
Kyle Kingsbury is not a journalist. He is not an op-ed writer.

He is a computer safety researcher.

And he has written one of the most compelling, comprehensive accounts of the ongoing hell in Chicago that you could possibly imagine.

In under 1600 words.

aphyr.com/posts/397-i-...
I Want You to Understand Chicago Politics Chicago 2025-11-08 I want you to understand what it is like to live in Chicago during this time. Every day my phone buzzes. It is a neighborhood group: four people were kidnapped at the corner drugstore. A friend a mile away sends a Slack message: she was at the scene when masked men assaulted and abducted two people on the street. A plumber working on my pipes is distraught, and I find out that two of his employees were kidnapped that morning. A week later it happens again. An email arrives. Agents with guns have chased a teacher into the school where she works. They did not have a warrant. They dragged her away, ignoring her and her colleagues’ pleas to show proof of her documentation. That evening I stand a few feet from the parents of Rayito de Sol and listen to them describe, with anguish, how good Ms. Diana was to their children. What it is like to have strangers with guns traumatize your kids. For a teacher to hide a three-year-old child for fear they might be killed. How their relatives will no longer leave the house. I hear the pain and fury in their voices, and I wonder who will be next. Understand what it is to pray in Chicago. On September 19th, Reverend David Black, lead pastor at First Presbyterian Church of Chicago, was praying outside the ICE detention center in Broadview when a DHS agent shot him in the head with pepper balls. Pepper balls are never supposed to be fired at the head because they can seriously injure, or even kill. “We could hear them laughing as they were shooting us from the roof,” Black recalled. He is not the only member of the clergy ICE has assaulted. Methodist pastor Hannah Kardon was violently arrested on October 17th, and Baptist pastor Michael Woolf was shot with pepper balls on November 1st. Understand what it is to sleep in Chicago. On the night of September 30th, federal agents rappelled from a Black Hawk helicopter to execute a raid on an apartment building on the South Sho…
November 10, 2025 at 1:15 PM
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kalx58.bsky.social
Sunday scaries now vanquished, everyone say thank you @echofarandfaint.bsky.social !!!!
echofarandfaint.bsky.social grace @echofarandfaint.bsky.social · 3d
Just some toxic Kyla/Ben/Rey smut to chase away the Sunday scaries
November 9, 2025 at 9:54 PM
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peculiargalaxies.bsky.social
another preview of my smuggler!Ben fic for the TFA anniversary! I do so love to put this man in Situations™. #ReyloSSS
Ben loads a biography of Senator Ivor Drake onto his datapad and goes to make a cup of caf in the galley. It’s fine. It’s all fine. It’s not like he’s reached a state of frustration in which a mere glance at Rey’s hands firmly gripping his old lightsaber hilt is enough to make him fully hard in the middle of a kriffing training session and send half a dozen lewd fantasies tumbling through his mind before he can even attempt to refocus. Just … mostly hard. Only one or two fantasies. It’s fine. He’s just taking the first sip of his freshly brewed caf when the humming of the handy six-in-one kitchen appliance unit abruptly goes silent and Rey appears on the table in the dining nook—face flushed, eyes closed, and one hand shoved down her leggings. He chokes, splutters, and spills hot caf down the front of his tunic.
November 9, 2025 at 10:16 PM
echofarandfaint.bsky.social
Just some toxic Kyla/Ben/Rey smut to chase away the Sunday scaries
November 9, 2025 at 9:33 PM
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dhampirse.bsky.social
Sapphic Breylo Omegaverse
November 8, 2025 at 7:03 PM
echofarandfaint.bsky.social
Finally was able to read this yesterday and I truly laughed until I cried and wanted to tattoo so many lines on my brain forever - huge props to @janejanajuno.bsky.social
anonymiau.bsky.social Maria Ignacia @anonymiau.bsky.social · 7d
the faces we wear by @janejanajuno.bsky.social

The blush that swam across her face and down her throat told Ben everything else he needed to know.
Rey really, really liked masks.
And Ben would do just about anything for Rey.

archiveofourown.org/works/73440761 #Reylo 🦋
November 8, 2025 at 8:45 PM
echofarandfaint.bsky.social
Update: I am LOVING Don’t Sleep With the Dead- a speculative fiction Great Gatsby fanfic that follows gay journalist Nick Carraway thru 1930s NYC

“Dead men weren’t free, but I wasn’t dead. Instead, I was made of paper, and I walked out into the winter day.”
November 8, 2025 at 6:05 PM
echofarandfaint.bsky.social
A little boost for this
echofarandfaint.bsky.social grace @echofarandfaint.bsky.social · 5d
happy Friday, i'm fighting the blues.

new flash fic for the @reyloffanth.bsky.social Nov challenge

"dream girl evil"

🌔 post-TLJ, canon-divergent
🌗 m, 1.5k
🌘 they meet in dreams

"In the end there’s no denying it. She is the wound he returns to most of all."

archiveofourown.org/works/73833601
title card for "dream girl evil" that shows kylo Ren and Rey, both staring angstily in the middle distance, which is appropriate for what I put them thru once again in this fic Rey hates dreaming. /Deep in the Goazon Badlands there is a place where a storm rages. It has been raging for many centuries and will rage for many more. It is a vortex, a howling scream with no end, a black hole with no bottom. It waits, and Rey approaches it, although she should be running from it. The winds whip her face. When she gets too close the sand beneath her feet quakes and slips. It is too late; she has gone too far and now there is no way back./ She thinks dreams are a waste of time. Everything important happens while you’re awake. /Half-way up a long rope in the skeleton of a warship, her face still covered by her desert wrap. It’s too hot inside the creaking hulk, and her hands are sweating. The rope slides under her grasp, despite her fabric-covered hands. She looks down, although it is against her rules, and estimates the drop is twenty-five, maybe thirty feet. Fatal, if she’s lucky. If not, it’ll still kill her, it will just take longer. There’s no work for the maimed and disfigured on Jakku. The desert would claim her, whether by hunger, thirst, or madness. Her hands slide further, losing traction inch by deadly inch. Rey swallows. She is going to fall, and there is no way back./
November 8, 2025 at 5:16 PM
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kalx58.bsky.social
Rey's doing so well after Ben disappeared - everyone said so. After a lifetime of temporary, she'd sprinted to permanence. New job, new apartment. The new relationship. (He'll figure out her Taco Bell order soon.)

"Hi Rey," a low, instantly recognizable voice says from above her booth. "Nice ring."
dyadprompts.bsky.social reylo word prompts @dyadprompts.bsky.social · 8d
⭐ prompt 338 — TEMPORARY
November 8, 2025 at 4:21 AM
echofarandfaint.bsky.social
Lurking on Twitter just for the #reyloprompt material
November 7, 2025 at 10:18 PM
echofarandfaint.bsky.social
countdown to Frankenstein and I fear I will be insufferable after I see it
November 7, 2025 at 9:44 PM
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ev3rmichelle.bsky.social
Repetition
a fic for the @reyloffanth.bsky.social Flash Fiction Challenge

"Control"

600 words, unrated
pre-TFA

“With the wind rushing through her ears and her goggles being pelted with grains of sand, Rey longs for a day to do nothing.”

archiveofourown.org/works/73836221
November 7, 2025 at 7:01 PM
echofarandfaint.bsky.social
happy Friday, i'm fighting the blues.

new flash fic for the @reyloffanth.bsky.social Nov challenge

"dream girl evil"

🌔 post-TLJ, canon-divergent
🌗 m, 1.5k
🌘 they meet in dreams

"In the end there’s no denying it. She is the wound he returns to most of all."

archiveofourown.org/works/73833601
title card for "dream girl evil" that shows kylo Ren and Rey, both staring angstily in the middle distance, which is appropriate for what I put them thru once again in this fic Rey hates dreaming. /Deep in the Goazon Badlands there is a place where a storm rages. It has been raging for many centuries and will rage for many more. It is a vortex, a howling scream with no end, a black hole with no bottom. It waits, and Rey approaches it, although she should be running from it. The winds whip her face. When she gets too close the sand beneath her feet quakes and slips. It is too late; she has gone too far and now there is no way back./ She thinks dreams are a waste of time. Everything important happens while you’re awake. /Half-way up a long rope in the skeleton of a warship, her face still covered by her desert wrap. It’s too hot inside the creaking hulk, and her hands are sweating. The rope slides under her grasp, despite her fabric-covered hands. She looks down, although it is against her rules, and estimates the drop is twenty-five, maybe thirty feet. Fatal, if she’s lucky. If not, it’ll still kill her, it will just take longer. There’s no work for the maimed and disfigured on Jakku. The desert would claim her, whether by hunger, thirst, or madness. Her hands slide further, losing traction inch by deadly inch. Rey swallows. She is going to fall, and there is no way back./
November 7, 2025 at 6:00 PM
echofarandfaint.bsky.social
Evening boost
echofarandfaint.bsky.social grace @echofarandfaint.bsky.social · 6d
Thought I was going to do the @reyloffanth.bsky.social flash fiction challenge and not write a toxic sapphic reylo?! well, you were wrong!!!

"leave it on the track"

🛼 Alternative Universe - Roller Derby
🖋️ t, 1.9k
🖤 star jammer Rey x mean head coach Kyla

archiveofourown.org/works/73791136
November 7, 2025 at 1:05 AM
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ev3rmichelle.bsky.social
Loss
a fic for the @reyloffanth.bsky.social Flash Fiction Challenge

"The Last Death"

700 words, unrated
post-TRoS

“When Kylo Ren lived, for all of his wisdom and bravado, he would never have expected his last kill to be a metaphorical one.”
archiveofourown.org/works/73792131
November 6, 2025 at 9:05 PM
echofarandfaint.bsky.social
Thought I was going to do the @reyloffanth.bsky.social flash fiction challenge and not write a toxic sapphic reylo?! well, you were wrong!!!

"leave it on the track"

🛼 Alternative Universe - Roller Derby
🖋️ t, 1.9k
🖤 star jammer Rey x mean head coach Kyla

archiveofourown.org/works/73791136
November 6, 2025 at 8:38 PM
echofarandfaint.bsky.social
#reyloprompt of the day
November 6, 2025 at 3:39 PM