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reader, writer, editor | lover of em dashes and italics | old enough to remember the dark days before ao3 | minors dni | she/her

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gal ✨🦋🍂 @peculiargalaxies.bsky.social · Jul 2
my #reylofic thread 🌌
graphic with a watercolor galaxy aesthetic background, a drawing of books lined up on a shelf, and the words peculiar galaxies fics
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aaveena.bsky.social
NEW! Fall Into You

🍁Thanksgiving Break AU
🍂CH 1/5
🍁Frat Boy Ben/ Engineering Student Rey

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Ben Solo knows that Rey Niima doesn't like him. He doesn't even blame her for that, but Thanksgiving might just be his opportunity to turn things around.
November 22, 2025 at 10:28 PM
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quickswiper.bsky.social
Post-TROS part 2
(the doodly ones)
February 15, 2025 at 9:15 AM
peculiargalaxies.bsky.social
// prisoner Kylo Ben, nsfw, dub-con if you squint. #reylofic #dyadprompts **1/2**
backlit image of Rey looking down at Kylo with their faces barely an inch apart, both of them in silhouette still. Rey shoves her own fingers, sticky with his spend, into the prisoner’s mouth. “Suck,” she orders. “Clean up the mess you made.” The captured knight’s big brown eyes hold hers as plush lips seal around her fingers; when she pulls her digits out of the wet heat of his mouth, he leans forward to lick an errant drop from her wrist. “Good boy,” she murmurs. “If you don’t have anything to say tomorrow, maybe we’ll put that mouth to better use, hmm?”
November 22, 2025 at 8:17 PM
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wwxwashere.bsky.social
“what are your plans for the holidays?” well,
November 22, 2025 at 6:38 PM
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ssadghostt.bsky.social
they deserve a garden and a cute little house in the middle of nowhere that’s just a fact #reylofic
November 22, 2025 at 3:36 AM
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altocello.bsky.social
love the colors! and that expression!
#TheHuntForBenSolo
liambrazier.com Liam Brazier @liambrazier.com · 29d
What with all the talk of late, this was #StarDraws #126 - Ben Solo.

I’m no business guy but if Adam Driver wants to make a star war I know I’d let him.
Portrait of Ben Solo.
November 21, 2025 at 11:03 PM
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peculiargalaxies.bsky.social
NEW #reylofic for @reyloffanth.bsky.social's flash fic challenge

M | complete | 2k

spare

🖤 enemies to lovers, featuring:
🤍 the dubious comfort of blaming ptsd on bad necromancy
🤍 Kylo Ben and his refusal to sing communal village songs
moodboard with an image of Rey holding Ben's face, both of them dirty and bloodied. the title, spare, is in capital letters at the bottom, above the words by peculiar galaxies and r f f a flash fic 2025. at the top is a small graphic of three heart shapes, one a solid teal color and the other two washed out and faint. She’s cradling his head in her lap and tracing the line of her scar, the one she left him with in that snow-shrouded forest. He reaches up a hand and lays it over hers, holding her warm, dry palm against his clammy skin, right where her sunlight once branded his flesh. “It’s the only one that doesn’t hurt,” he tells her. Kylo died twice during the war. The Light's greatest hero spared him once. Now she's here, ten months into his exile, somehow both muddier and more radiant than in his dreams.
November 21, 2025 at 7:30 PM
peculiargalaxies.bsky.social
Scholars and authors out there, does anyone know why fiction (in English?) almost always written in the past tense? Is it considered more literary because of precedent, or for some other reason?
November 21, 2025 at 8:47 PM
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emsdispatch.bsky.social
update to this #sapphic #reylofic for #reylogenderbend

“to speak, perchance to dream”
rated e, 3/4

🏜️ she puts the menace in lavender menace but yeah i'd fuck her
🏜️ sexual tension stretched so taut it snaps
🏜️ rey loves women; that's it, that's the vibe

archiveofourown.org/works/66875035/
a desert skyline. it's hazy and the hills are rocky, and there is scrub brush that litters the sand. in the foreground is a silhouette of two women on the precipice of kissing. they're going to kiss. they've already kissed. it's already happened; it's happening now. above them in the sky in looping letters is the title 'to speak, perchance to dream: a sapphic reylo fic by emsdispatch' It must be the night, it must be the shelter of the desert, it must be the whir of cicada's wings that to some might be a nuisance but to Rey have become a comfort, the sound of a chosen home in a chosen valley in a sweltering summer in a place with friends who love her dearly. It must be the beat of the bodies of the little cicadas that have lulled her into this daze, it must be the aphrodisiac of the tetelas Brenha fed her by hand and the aching sweetness of a woman who will sign with her as she uncovers her body to be devoured— but Rey's heart aches, and she thinks for a dizzying moment that this might be the closest she's ever come to first sight, wild-wolf-sanctuary-puppy-dog love.
November 21, 2025 at 8:11 PM
peculiargalaxies.bsky.social
NEW #reylofic for @reyloffanth.bsky.social's flash fic challenge

M | complete | 2k

spare

🖤 enemies to lovers, featuring:
🤍 the dubious comfort of blaming ptsd on bad necromancy
🤍 Kylo Ben and his refusal to sing communal village songs
moodboard with an image of Rey holding Ben's face, both of them dirty and bloodied. the title, spare, is in capital letters at the bottom, above the words by peculiar galaxies and r f f a flash fic 2025. at the top is a small graphic of three heart shapes, one a solid teal color and the other two washed out and faint. She’s cradling his head in her lap and tracing the line of her scar, the one she left him with in that snow-shrouded forest. He reaches up a hand and lays it over hers, holding her warm, dry palm against his clammy skin, right where her sunlight once branded his flesh. “It’s the only one that doesn’t hurt,” he tells her. Kylo died twice during the war. The Light's greatest hero spared him once. Now she's here, ten months into his exile, somehow both muddier and more radiant than in his dreams.
November 21, 2025 at 7:30 PM
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writerpen.bsky.social
New Fic

Teach Me

E | 12.2K | 1/1

// Catcher Ben / Bisexual Ben & Rey / AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES / grumpy Ben / snarky Rey—we got us a real storm cloud-partly cloudy situation / banter //

#reylo #reylofic #penfics

archiveofourown.org/works/74517276
teach me AnonPenguin Summary: Rey reluctantly bonds with her crabby roommate when he's trapped at home with an injury and unable to play. When he opens up about his barely explored bisexuality, Rey offers to teach him how to give a blow job.
November 21, 2025 at 11:40 AM
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inayaluic.bsky.social
seeing you tonight (it's a bad idea, right?) ch. 18 update

🏒 A Reylo Hockey Textfic
🏒 Meddling Knights of Ren
🏒 Friends to Idiots to Lovers
🏒 To Rey, he's Kylo Ren, her online best friend, but to the world, he's Ben Solo, star defenseman for the Chandrila Sabres

archiveofourown.org/works/545735...
November 21, 2025 at 4:35 AM
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echofarandfaint.bsky.social
Sure porn is fine but to really get off I actually need a 5,000 word backstory on why this guy is so irrevocably fucked up about this woman
November 21, 2025 at 5:05 AM
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echofarandfaint.bsky.social
new flash fic for the @reyloffanth.bsky.social November challenge:

"no comment"

angry activist rey x long-suffering and possibly evil lawyer ben

archiveofourown.org/works/74508086
Rey’s hand is sweaty on the orange plastic phone on the front desk at the precinct. The balding officer, who smells of stale coffee and old cigarettes, looks like he’s calculating overtime in his head. “Just one call,” he says, flicking through a copy of the Post’s sport section. She runs through the names of comrades in her head. People who would be more than willing to sit in the overly-heated waiting room all night until she’s processed and released. She thinks of the phone-trees she’ll activate. The sleeping people who’ll be woken up for her. Again. With a sinking feeling, Rey dials the number she has memorized because she told herself it would help her forget. It rings, and for a moment she thinks he won’t answer. In a way, it would be a relief. Proof that he’s the wrong person to call, that he cannot, in fact, be relied upon. But no. The line clicks.“Rey?” His voice has a rough edge from sleepless nights spent over briefs and appeals, from too many cups of coffee too late in the day. She swallows. Doesn’t answer. “Rey?” She hears soft shuffling, the sound of sheets being thrown back. She can almost feel them. He clears his throat. Then, more softly: “Did you get booked again?” He can’t see her, but Rey nods, tears threatening finally to burst out of her seams. She hasn’t cried all day. Not from the heady adrenaline before the action, or the clutching fear when it became obvious the police had already been tipped off. Not from the pain in her zip-tied wrists in the militarized cop-carrier. Not even when Rose cried, more out of frustration at her careful plans being thwarted than anything. But it’s the softness Ben reserves for her that undoes Rey. She does not want to be in anyone’s custody. Especially his. “Tell me where you are, Rey.” He’ll be there soon, cash in hand. Crumpled suit and snow in his hair. “And in the meantime, you remember what I told you?” “Yeah,” Rey says at last. “No comment.” * The chill of the air outside the precinct doors knocks the life back into her. Ben eyes her with a sideways glance, his hands on his lapels though he’s going to offer her his coat. But he doesn’t. He knows better now.
November 20, 2025 at 9:27 PM
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kalx58.bsky.social
new #reylofic!

Absolutely Right
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6.3k | E | 1/1
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If Rey had just listened to Ben, he wouldn’t have to do this.
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Ben makes an AI chatbot version of Rey. Real Rey finds out.
Black and white photo of a computer lab from the 1980s. Computer School, Pittsburgh 1980 Lynne Cohen
November 20, 2025 at 8:41 PM
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alexismariewrites.bsky.social
I can't believe it's almost December which means it's almost the new year and almost March, but before I combust from nerves this is the cover for the UK/AUS/NZ version of Sight Unseen that's due out March 3, 2026. It's absolutely gorgeous.

Link to all the retailers: geni.us/Sight_Unseen
November 20, 2025 at 7:57 PM
peculiargalaxies.bsky.social
I’m normally such a detail-oriented person, and yet tagging “reyloww” versus “reylowrw” keeps eluding me. please forgive me when I inevitably mess it up yet again next week. 😅
November 20, 2025 at 8:00 AM
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peculiargalaxies.bsky.social
sneak peek of an upcoming flash fic! 🤍🖤🖤 #reyloww
Rey holding Ben’s face right before she kisses him. In the bottom left corner are two small dark heart shapes and one bright one. And when the war at last ended, he’d died but twice. Once in battle—a blast of radiance so powerful it stopped his heart—and once in the course of his master’s training. It was not a waste, the Lord of Darkness had told him, so long as he had learned something. He’d been spared twice over, too: first by the Light’s paragon, and then at the trials, where the Sith Lord’s manipulations had come to light—a pun too apt to avoid—and he’d been shockingly and undeservingly pardoned. Sentenced only to relocate to a small, disgustingly welcoming village, and live “a peaceful life.” Whatever that meant. But sometimes he feels like the Sith blessing spell had been half-sham; like he’d come back wrong anyway, warped by each brush with the grave. He can’t remember the man he was before—though perhaps that’s because he was barely more than a boy when he joined the Sith Lord’s army, swayed by the promise of becoming who he was meant to be. The irony, in retrospect, is more painful than his scars.
November 19, 2025 at 7:25 PM
peculiargalaxies.bsky.social
doing some late-night #reylowrw catchup!

first, two entirely different and both incredible flash fics from @echofarandfaint.bsky.social (she has the range!)

🏰 "borrowed eyes"
archiveofourown.org/works/73465266

🗞️ "art of the deal"
archiveofourown.org/works/73692796
borrowed eyes - Echofarandfaint - Star Wars Sequel Trilogy [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
archiveofourown.org
November 20, 2025 at 7:06 AM
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candle-larkspur.bsky.social
Ch. 11 is now up! Ben & Rey have a very important conversation followed by some also very important smut~

archiveofourown.org/works/690335...
November 20, 2025 at 3:20 AM
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thedinkumreylo.bsky.social
FACETS
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Chapter 4: Ossus
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AO3: archiveofourown.org/works/729571...
November 20, 2025 at 2:39 AM
peculiargalaxies.bsky.social
if one of you was secretly the person who just interviewed me and has excellent taste in books AND fanfic AND streaming media, let’s be besties.
peculiargalaxies.bsky.social gal ✨🦋🍂 @peculiargalaxies.bsky.social · 3d
I just had a media interview for work and the interviewer clocked The Hurricane Wars on my shelf and said that she read LWABOC :) :) :) WE'RE EVERYWHERE
November 20, 2025 at 12:18 AM
peculiargalaxies.bsky.social
I just had a media interview for work and the interviewer clocked The Hurricane Wars on my shelf and said that she read LWABOC :) :) :) WE'RE EVERYWHERE
November 19, 2025 at 11:56 PM
peculiargalaxies.bsky.social
sneak peek of an upcoming flash fic! 🤍🖤🖤 #reyloww
Rey holding Ben’s face right before she kisses him. In the bottom left corner are two small dark heart shapes and one bright one. And when the war at last ended, he’d died but twice. Once in battle—a blast of radiance so powerful it stopped his heart—and once in the course of his master’s training. It was not a waste, the Lord of Darkness had told him, so long as he had learned something. He’d been spared twice over, too: first by the Light’s paragon, and then at the trials, where the Sith Lord’s manipulations had come to light—a pun too apt to avoid—and he’d been shockingly and undeservingly pardoned. Sentenced only to relocate to a small, disgustingly welcoming village, and live “a peaceful life.” Whatever that meant. But sometimes he feels like the Sith blessing spell had been half-sham; like he’d come back wrong anyway, warped by each brush with the grave. He can’t remember the man he was before—though perhaps that’s because he was barely more than a boy when he joined the Sith Lord’s army, swayed by the promise of becoming who he was meant to be. The irony, in retrospect, is more painful than his scars.
November 19, 2025 at 7:25 PM
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cndcrd.bsky.social
SAVE THE HUNT FOR BEN SOLO 🦋
November 19, 2025 at 2:43 PM