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bb reylo | 🐀 | dhr | #reylofic writer | grad student in my other life | powered by caffeine & enemies f*cking | 🔞

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UPDATE: MORAL ASCENDANCY | E | 23/48

⚔️ canonverse, post-TLJ
⚔️ *enemies* to lovers
⚔️ (more) forced proximity | slow burn

“You don’t belong here,” he levels at her.

Her chest clenches in answer—I know.

The Twi’lek leans forward. “I’ll tell you a secret—”

Chapter 23 | Chapter 1

#reylofic #reylo
A black and white moodboard for the Reylo fanfic Moral Ascendancy. Along the left side, there are pictures of a First Order interrogation chair, a palace with circular turrets on a hill, and Kylo Ren's face. On the right, there is Rey's face, craggy rocksialnds wreathed in fog, and a woman's body in sleek and fitted black armour. In the middle, italicized text reads: "You seem to have forgotten that I surpass you all in both rank and power—and can therefore do whatever the fuck I want. And now she does as well."
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peculiargalaxies.bsky.social
“She doesn’t know what, or where, a Ben is.”

… but she’s about to find out! 🥰 #ReyloSSS
rainydaychai.bsky.social rainy ☕️🍂 @rainydaychai.bsky.social · 11h
psst—here’s a preview of a bite-sized ✨collaboration✨ between @peculiargalaxies.bsky.social and I, coming TONIGHT!

> ‘the one that I keep’

a half-epistolary, senator x scavenger meet-cute sneaking in under the @reyloffanth.bsky.social flash fic deadline! 📟
December 1, 2025 at 12:04 AM
rainydaychai.bsky.social
psst—here’s a preview of a bite-sized ✨collaboration✨ between @peculiargalaxies.bsky.social and I, coming TONIGHT!

> ‘the one that I keep’

a half-epistolary, senator x scavenger meet-cute sneaking in under the @reyloffanth.bsky.social flash fic deadline! 📟
TO: NABOO-ENDOR-BEN- 342 ‹Message deleted. > > From flight-sim programs, Rey knows that Naboo is a planet... somewhere. She thinks Endor was the site of an earlier battle in the same conflict that left dozens of ships buried in shallow, sandy graves on Jakku. She doesn't know what, or where, a Ben is. Rey glances at the doll peeking out of her hammock. Maybe the real Dosmit Raeh knew the person with this comm code. Maybe they're still out there-somewhere. Somehow. She has to believe it's possible. Hello? She hits Send before she can second-guess the simple message, and climbs in her hammock to sleep at last. In the morning, there's a blinking blue light on the datapad. Rey blinks, too, because new words have appeared on the display. Who are you?
November 30, 2025 at 6:34 PM
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emsdispatch.bsky.social
final chapter of this #sapphic #reylofic for #reylogenderbend

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

🏜️ we're going to need a u-haul for the emotional baggage alone
🏜️ *painting nails* i want it mythic, i want it sexy
🏜️ modern sapphic dyad bond

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' 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' She imagines taking Brenha's outstretched fingtertips, pressing her palm to the back of Brenha's hand, and guiding her through signs when words fail. She imagines stepping into Beauty's Kingdom, and finding there an embrace so affecting that it blinds all those who have not spread out their toes in the earth for the sake of sighing love. She imagines all of the signs in all of the languages she will learn for this woman. It's already happened; it's happening now. She lets her woolen blanket fall from her body as she stretches out, uncurling her wrists until she feels herself grounded once more in her soles. And she follows Brenha's footprints into the mud of the riverbed and beyond, out into the span of the great desert.
November 28, 2025 at 7:14 PM
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vasttelia.bsky.social
| a new found grace |

📱text fic
🏙️ modern AU
👤best friend’s older brother
❤️‍🩹found family
🚪forced proximity
🔥age difference
🧸unplanned pregnancy (not reylo)
🚫rated M
✨HEA guaranteed

• coming this Saturday •

#reylo #reylotextfic
November 27, 2025 at 3:17 PM
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ohmyfandoms31.bsky.social
🌙Pretend it's Yours 🌙
E |6k| 3/13
A memory rose unbidden, sharp and too bright. He closed his eyes, as if he could push the thought away. But it didn’t help. There in his mind it was so clear, almost like he was in the moment again.

#reylo #reylofic

archiveofourown.org/works/738937...
A memory rose unbidden, sharp and too bright. He closed his eyes, as if he could push the thought away. But it didn’t help. There in his mind it was so clear, almost like he was in the moment again... “You can’t invite a woman over, keep her up all night, and then not have snacks. It’s inhumane! Illegal, probably.” Her nose wrinkled as she delivered the accusation, but her grin betrayed her. Ben’s lips curved, slow and helpless. Something about the whole situation was ridiculous, her in his clothes, tearing apart his kitchen like it belonged to her. And yet the sight lodged deep inside him, like an anchor. He realized, standing there in the dim light of his kitchen, that he wanted her. Just Rey. In his shirt. In his home. In his life. For as long as he could have her.
November 26, 2025 at 5:38 PM
rainydaychai.bsky.social
today has contained multitudes so far:
1) pet eight PADS puppies in training
2) watched police cadets be pepper sprayed in the eyes as part of training
3) had 2 seconds of the new Kylo Ben voice clips go off during my professional training seminar

it’s only 3 pm 🙃
November 26, 2025 at 10:05 PM
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kyloremus.bsky.social
edit of the day: college ben
November 26, 2025 at 3:31 AM
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flyboybsolo.bsky.social
November 26, 2025 at 1:43 AM
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rainydaychai.bsky.social
UPDATE: MORAL ASCENDANCY | E | 23/48

⚔️ canonverse, post-TLJ
⚔️ *enemies* to lovers
⚔️ (more) forced proximity | slow burn

“You don’t belong here,” he levels at her.

Her chest clenches in answer—I know.

The Twi’lek leans forward. “I’ll tell you a secret—”

Chapter 23 | Chapter 1

#reylofic #reylo
A black and white moodboard for the Reylo fanfic Moral Ascendancy. Along the left side, there are pictures of a First Order interrogation chair, a palace with circular turrets on a hill, and Kylo Ren's face. On the right, there is Rey's face, craggy rocksialnds wreathed in fog, and a woman's body in sleek and fitted black armour. In the middle, italicized text reads: "You seem to have forgotten that I surpass you all in both rank and power—and can therefore do whatever the fuck I want. And now she does as well."
November 24, 2025 at 6:37 PM
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peculiargalaxies.bsky.social
in which our dyad’s self-control is hanging by a thread, everyone gets a wardrobe upgrade, and changes are made to the First Order org chart! 😉
rainydaychai.bsky.social rainy ☕️🍂 @rainydaychai.bsky.social · 6d
UPDATE: MORAL ASCENDANCY | E | 23/48

⚔️ canonverse, post-TLJ
⚔️ *enemies* to lovers
⚔️ (more) forced proximity | slow burn

“You don’t belong here,” he levels at her.

Her chest clenches in answer—I know.

The Twi’lek leans forward. “I’ll tell you a secret—”

Chapter 23 | Chapter 1

#reylofic #reylo
A black and white moodboard for the Reylo fanfic Moral Ascendancy. Along the left side, there are pictures of a First Order interrogation chair, a palace with circular turrets on a hill, and Kylo Ren's face. On the right, there is Rey's face, craggy rocksialnds wreathed in fog, and a woman's body in sleek and fitted black armour. In the middle, italicized text reads: "You seem to have forgotten that I surpass you all in both rank and power—and can therefore do whatever the fuck I want. And now she does as well."
November 24, 2025 at 6:48 PM
rainydaychai.bsky.social
UPDATE: MORAL ASCENDANCY | E | 23/48

⚔️ canonverse, post-TLJ
⚔️ *enemies* to lovers
⚔️ (more) forced proximity | slow burn

“You don’t belong here,” he levels at her.

Her chest clenches in answer—I know.

The Twi’lek leans forward. “I’ll tell you a secret—”

Chapter 23 | Chapter 1

#reylofic #reylo
A black and white moodboard for the Reylo fanfic Moral Ascendancy. Along the left side, there are pictures of a First Order interrogation chair, a palace with circular turrets on a hill, and Kylo Ren's face. On the right, there is Rey's face, craggy rocksialnds wreathed in fog, and a woman's body in sleek and fitted black armour. In the middle, italicized text reads: "You seem to have forgotten that I surpass you all in both rank and power—and can therefore do whatever the fuck I want. And now she does as well."
November 24, 2025 at 6:37 PM
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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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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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brittrankinart.bsky.social
Lofi Study Ben.

#bensolo #kyloren #savebensolo #thehuntforbensolo #savethehuntforbensolo
A parody of the "Lofi Study Girl" image, with padawaan Ben Solo studying the Jedi texts. A tooka cat and R2-D2 are in the background.
November 22, 2025 at 3:43 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
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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
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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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altocello.bsky.social
Ben Solo LIVES, let the hunt for him begin, and may the Force be with us all.
"someone who has hope"
digital painting / #art / #AdamDriver / #TheHuntForBenSolo
read the essay here: buff.ly/YMjj1R8
or on ao3 here: buff.ly/auKOB40
A freehand digital painting of Adam Driver as Ben Solo, vividly lit in contrasting cool blues, warm oranges, and bright yellows, hair in damp spiky tendrils, brow gently knitted above a hopeful, distant gaze, mouth set softly, chin lifted in gentle defiance above a confident chest, strong shoulders held wide. a snippet of the larger painting, focused on his eyes and nose a snippet of the larger painting, focused on his mouth and chin.
November 19, 2025 at 4:15 PM
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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
rainydaychai.bsky.social
new moral ascendancy chapter coming this monday! ⚔️

did anyone expect our dyad's tenuous truce to last for very long?

& I can't wait to show you where we're going next 🤭

#reylo #reyloww #reylofic
a black and white still of an empty First Order interrogation room with the same style of "chair" that Rey was imprisoned in on Starkiller Base Whirling on him, she yells, “What—in the galaxy and its every bloody system—was that?” She knifes her hand at the Twi’lek’s body, now slumped like a puppet against the interrogation device, his head bent to a hideous angle. “What he deserved. Better than,” Kylo grits out. He turns to her, eyes blazing. “You certainly didn’t seem prepared to do anything about it.” “I—you—” For seconds, Rey is so incandescent she can’t form a coherent thought. Throat tight and fists clenched, she burns at the ignorance of his accusation. “You think I wasn’t sickened by it? I was! It was vile! But I—the actual subject of the his thoughts—was able to ignore them and focus on getting the information we needed! He so obviously did it to distract us—you! You played right into their hands, again!” There’s barely an inch between them when she finishes. She’s shaking, too, with shock and adrenaline and the harsh reminder of her bondmate’s cruelty that lingers in the satisfied twist of his lips. “No one is permitted to think that way about you, Rey,” Kylo says in his softest, most dangerous tone. His breath is a hot kiss on her mouth, every syllable laced with threat. His fingers flex toward her. Rey jerks back. “Except for you, right?
November 19, 2025 at 6:29 PM
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swholocron.bsky.social
Happy 42nd birthday to Adam Driver! May the Force be with you!
November 19, 2025 at 1:08 PM
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kyloremus.bsky.social
edit of the day: you have to know that reylux is very important to me
November 17, 2025 at 6:22 AM
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peculiargalaxies.bsky.social
a lil' microfic treat for @okapijones.bsky.social, featuring woke-up-at-4-am baker Ben and caught-in-the-rain Rey. 1/2 #reylofic
an extremely tasty looking cinnamon roll on a plate The scowl of the man behind the counter does not match the heavenly aroma of warm, yeasted dough and gooey cinnamon sugar, nor the cheerful yellow apron that proclaims “Benji’s Buns” in approachable sans-serif font. But Rey can’t blame him, seeing as it’s five minutes to closing and she’s dripping icy rainwater all over the cheerful faux-tiled floors. Plucking a strand of wet hair out of her mouth only reinforces the feeling that she’s a half-drowned rat. Even worse, the justifiably grumpy guy is oddly cute up close—the furrowed brows and shadows under his eyes don’t diminish the effect of his dark waves, honey-golden eyes, and full lips. And he’s tall. Like wow tall. But Rey isn’t going to walk back out into a downpour just because the bakery employee is grumper, cuter, and taller than she expected. “Sorry,” she mumbles. “It just started pouring and my raincoat is utter shite and I saw the lights here and I don’t have any money but can I use your bathroom I’llcleanupaftermyselfIpromise—“ Her increasingly mortifying monologue is cut short by a clatter of baking pans as the man—his scowl even deeper now, if possible—pulls a large towel out from beneath the bottom pan. Rey is frozen in place as he strides around the counter, and wraps the warm, cinnamon-scented fabric around her shivering form.
November 16, 2025 at 8:43 AM
rainydaychai.bsky.social
successful two days of shopping with mama rainy - new earrings (lil gold heart earrings), new gold chain bracelet, & the resistance reborn novel! 💕
me taking a mirror selfie in a white cardigan showing off my lil golden heart earrings <3 my wrist with a double stack of tiny golden bracelets, one chain and one with pearls the Resistance Reborn novel by Rebecca Roanhorse
November 17, 2025 at 3:20 AM
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dyadicpixie.bsky.social
Sneak peek of the next chapter of
‘where poison trees bloom’

Lord Solo, very patiently, very filthily reassuring Rey she’s still his good girl (NSFW) 🤭 #ReyloSSS (srry i know this is more than six sentences)
November 16, 2025 at 9:41 PM