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My final attack for this years art fight!This took so much out of me :') I tried doing something different with the background, I like it ;P

Alright 14 characters here we go....

Lucetta by juniperfairymonsarch (the red demon), Aello by Onavaart (the brunette jumping), Clown kid by froflossy (the one on the floaty), Crockpot by cannibalcross (The front man), tevin by brandon (the cannonball), unnamed by Milkylun (the shark), Pandora by solstuff (the swimming one), Sketch by lavalampwater (very back cloud girl), River by riveren (the undead relaxing in the chair), Vera by axltl (the running one ), Curlee Fry by cosmic_rabbit (Cute pigtails), scarlet by stvrwish (pale sitting one), Constance Lionhart by squidcelestial (the horned laying one), and finally nina by glitchbtch69 (the one tripping).

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IT’S  HARD  TO  LET  IT  GO  ||  reylo lyric edits → 002

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HUX → WOLF PUPY TWEETS ┊for @huxxy

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Bilgewater

Summary :  "I feel like this place is going to be the death of me." Rey mumbles absently, gazing out at the murky horizon without quite seeing it. If she could unfocus her eyes enough, maybe, just maybe she could see something other than grief and horror between those gnarled trees. Kylo seems to consider her words carefully, his expression strained as he comes to stand at her side."This place is going to be the death of all of us."

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Following the mysterious death of her best friend, fifteen-year-old Rey is forced to flee the small southern town of D’qar in search of a fresh start. Only the demise of her beloved caretaker Ben Kenobi coaxes the young woman back to her home nearly a decade later. Her arrival carries a tempest that unearths the hollow town’s past and present horrors, threatening to pull Rey under the bayou she had fought so desperately to escape from.

Pairing : Rey / Kylo

Additional Tags : Southern Gothic, Cults, Past Child Abuse, Murder Mystery, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Childhood Sexual Abuse, Memory Loss, Slow Burn, Eventual Romance, Alternate Universe - Twins, the solo twins to be exact, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Rating : Explicit

Chapters : 1/?

"To realize that all your life - all your love, all your hate, all your memory, all your pain, it was all the same thing. It was all the same dream, a dream that you had inside a locked room. A dream about bein' a person.... And like a lot of dreams, there's a monster at the end of it."

                                                  PROLOGUE

Brambles tug at too-thin arms, nipping at exposed flesh until her clothing is speckled with bright red stains. Her feet nearly send her sprawling as she trips over exposed tree roots, but still she presses onward. Physical discomfort is not nearly enough to slow her down as the baying of hounds rings through the tepid summer air.

Flashlight beams cut through the darkness around her, flickering like lightning bugs through the underbrush. They are accompanied by distorted voices, some of them calling her name, some of them wailing in despair. Even the pleading voice of her guardian isn’t enough to stop her in her tracks. Something far more sinister is following at her heels. She can feel it breathing down her neck.

  Ahead she hears another cry, high pitched and frightened, one that quickens her pace and silences those at her back. ‘Rey!’ Cutting through the trees, her bare feet meet water, sinking deep into mud, splashing noisily through the bayou. The scum that coated the top of the murky water so dense she could have sworn it was earth.

  ‘Rey! Please!’

  Rey tries to call out as she wades deeper into the mire, to assure them that she is on her way, but no words fall from her lips. She reaches up with trembling fingers to press against her mouth, wincing as they catch on the barbed wire that gagged her.

  A pained whimper erupts from her chest, harmonizing with the brutal cry that rips through the swamp. Her movements become frenzied, the world around her warping and twisting, bleeding into inky blackness. She scans the gloomy, star studded horizon, slipping on the mud and rocks beneath her in her haste to find the source of such a blood-curdling lament.

  The woman loses her footing, tumbling forward into the foul water with a strangled gasp. Hands shoot out to steady herself, only to catch something soft and cold beneath the ripples. Rey frowns, brow puckering as she clutches at the odd form. Narrowing her eyes through the dark, she tugs lightly, fighting to regain her balance.

  A mottled grey face blooms from the star-laced water, bloated and terrible even in the half light. It’s the face of a girl, a face eerily similar to her own. Bubbles erupt from her gaping mouth, that bloodcurdling lament spewed right along with them. Bruised lids pop open to reveal yellowed, unseeing eyes that peer up at her in fear and agony.

  Rey jerks backwards as dead hands clamp around her wrists, dragging her towards the terrible, dead face of Kira Kryze. The barbed wire around her mouth tightens as she shrieks in terror, the taste of copper thick on her tongue, gagging her as the shadows rise up around the girl and the corpse...

 “It sounds like this dream correlates with the phone call you received yesterday.”

 Rey’s unfocused eyes flick back to her therapist, blinking hard as she forces herself into the present. Even in the smog infused city, she can taste the foul water on the back of her tongue. Perhaps that was just the bile from the previous night though. She could still feel that suffocating darkness and the frozen grip of her best friend a she dragged them both down to the depths.

 “It’s more than likely, right? I mean, nothing else could have triggered it... I haven’t had dreams like that in years .” They were the reason she was there in the first place, after all. Those grisly nightmares she could never quite remember. They’d began vividly and in earnest shortly after she’d left D’qar, night terrors that left her nearly incapacitated with exhaustion during the day.

 Only a friendly intervention from her dear friend Finn several years back had propelled her into the office of a psychotherapist. ( Heavy eyes droop, her car swerves, Finn yells and grabs the steering wheel before they careen off the highway. He drives her to Norra Wexley’s every week after and pays for every session. )

 Doctor Wexley sits upright in her chair, cool eyes fixating on her patient as she jots down another note on her pad without looking at it. Rey could swear the woman was able to see right through her sometimes, which is likely the reason she rarely scheduled appointments anymore unless absolutely necessary.

 This was frighteningly necessary.

 Upon waking, Rey had turned on every light in her apartment and sat huddled on her ratty sofa, shivering before the TV. It took well over an hour and every single grounding technique she’d been taught to calm her down. The moment she did, her shaking fingers punched in a text, which was replied to only five minutes later, confirming an appointment for later that afternoon.

 Rey’s intuition had always been keen, growing up as she had. She knew things. It was her gift, of sorts.

 Old Ben Kenobi was saved in her speed dial, and the number that flashed across her screen was not.

 The moment she saw that fucking area code, she just knew .

 Just as she knew the news of his death had been the catalyst here.

 The young woman runs a hand over her weary face, wanting nothing more than to lace her fingers through her hair and tug so hard it all came out. Rey had done well for herself the last decade. She could think of home and withstand the occasional news her he would send without dissolving into a fit of despair. She wasn’t the scorned and frightened girl she once was. She could handle things damn it…

 Wexley seemed to understand where her rampant thoughts were beginning to stray and was quick to interject “You’ve come a long way, Rey. This isn’t a regression. These feelings, these experiences are normal. I would have been surprised if you DIDN’T react as you did. This is a harsh blow.”

 Rey nods silently, resting her chin on her hand as she stares off into space. She got that, but it sure as hell didn’t make her feel any better.

 Where Rey came from, one didn’t air their dirty laundry because one always had their shit together. Those that didn’t or COULDN’T comply to those unspoken rules were considered frail and weak. The idea was so saturated that even if those around you cared, they were so over burdened with their own repressed issues they didn’t have the capacity to take on yours as well. It was why they were all rotting, why she was still rotting.

 She’d read Doctor Wexley the same spiel time and time again until she sounded like a broken record. She can’t tolerate vulnerability in herself. It makes her skin crawl to be seen as anything less than a pillar of strength, even before a person who was paid for this nonsense. It’s why she keeps her mouth shut as her therapist barrels onward with her words of wisdom.

 “This is not a sign of weakness.” Wexley punctuates her words with a sharp tap of her pen against her notepad “You know this… I don’t think you know how proud I am of you though.”

 THAT catches Rey’s attention. She nearly gives herself whiplash meeting her eyes.

 She could count the people who were proud of her on one hand.

 Doctor Wexley smiles kindly at her and leans forward in her chair “You could have done things the easy way. You could have said you weren’t going to show up and you could have sold that house from here… But you bought that plane ticket. Rey, that’s a huge step. When you first came to see me, that girl would NEVER have considered what you did today.”

 Now it’s Rey’s turn to smile, though it doesn’t quite meet her eyes. “I just wonder if I don’t have ulterior motives for doing this. I owe Ben that much but...”

 There are some tragedies you never stop punishing yourself for, regardless your level of involvement in them. There are some people that will never stop punishing you for them too. There was a vicious cycle of injury, self-inflicted and otherwise that stemmed from that old town. Six years of therapy couldn’t rectify her need to crucify herself. Maybe it was all some subconscious ploy to drag her back.

 “I think your heart is in the right place.”

 Rey isn’t sure her heart exists in this place at all anymore.

 She nods in agreement regardless and clambers wearily to her feet. Her hour was up and she had a lot of preparing to do, physically AND mentally.

 “Thank you, Doctor Wexley… I guess I’d better go pack for a funeral.”

Me @ myself: don't you dare start a new fic when you have an entire series you need to work on also me: laughs manically as i hit publish

Anyway here is the southern gothic fic nobody asked for. This has been rolling around in my brain forever and I've finally started piecing it together. It's heavily inspired by True Detective, which I've been binging recently. Needless to say, this is going to be INCREDIBLY dark. It's sort've my therapy fic and will explore the repercussions of trauma as I've seen it in myself, in those around me, and from what I've learned from research, therapists and other professionals. Please mind the tags. I'll be adding more as I write this & will add warnings in each chapter as I see fit, namely where sexual abuse is concerned.

A short snappy set up! I'm a quarter of the way done with the next chapter so it should be up soon! Comments and reblogs are fabulous! Please let me know what you think <3

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The Rite by bluuurey

Word Count: 2567 Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kylo Ren/Rey Characters: Rey (Star Wars), Kylo Ren, Snoke (Star Wars), Armitage Hux, Phasma (Star Wars), Original Characters Additional Tags: post tfa canon divergent, Dark reylo, Slow Burn, hella angst, Dream Sex, everyone is angry about everything ever except snoke Summary: In the face of death, Rey has always chosen life. Survival is coded into her DNA, but with the fate of her friends hanging in the balance, how much longer is this choice her own?

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Having been accosted by the First Order before the arrival of Chewbacca on Starkiller, Rey is dragged before Snoke and made an offer she cannot refuse.

UNABLE TO STAY ; UNWILLING TO LEAVE

The earth trembles underfoot, bucking wildly as the girl stumbles through snow capped trees. Adrenaline still courses sharp through her veins from the fight, her heart beating a painful cadence against the cage of her ribs; as if it would to burst free and take flight with every throb. Each gasp she takes sends fire down her throat and straight to her her lungs, inciting fear that those too would soon erupt in protest.

Her frantic thoughts dart hazily between two objectives: find Finn and escape, find Finn and escape. It keeps sore legs pumping as she dodges falling branches and leaps over cracked ice. It keeps her bruised and broken body numb to the pain that was certain to hit the moment she slowed down. She could almost feel the phantom blows her adversary had dealt mere moments prior, the heavy weight of him as he beared down on her with his all his might. Had throwing her into a tree been necessary?

Hazel eyes squint through the darkness, falling instantly on her friend where he is sprawled some fifty yards away. It’s a mad dash to reach him, each quake threatening to dislodge her footing and send her careening back into gaping chasms that chased her. Her breath caught in her throat, nearly strangling the cry of his name as she darts to his side. His own breath is shallow and labored, it crystallizes before his face in thin white clouds as she turns him over.  

He was still alive!

His heart still beat beneath the tips of her fingers, fluttering like moth wings as she pressed them beneath his jaw. But for how much longer?

The planet roars in defeat, leaving Rey in no question that it would not be for much longer. Tears prick her eyes, lips quivering as she fights to construct a plan. She doesn’t know where the Falcon is, and she’s certain she won’t be able to carry him that far in time, not at the rate this wretched place was deteriorating.

A whimper dares to slip free, muffled by Finn’s damp jacket as she presses her face against it. Their death would be quick , at least. If the ground below them held out long enough, they would be vaporized when the base exploded, stardust amid the endless velvet night. It was better than starving to death on Jakku, or burning beneath its unforgiving sun. The girl had watched people die slow and ugly deaths, this was better than anything she could have hoped for…

But it was not what she wanted. No, this was not fair, she had only just escaped. Freed from her shackles she had the universe at her fingertips. All of the planets, all of the cities, forests, and islands she’d dreamt of exploring turn to ash before her. She would never see any of it now. She would never taste all of the wonderful food that existed across the stars, nor would she quench her thirst with fine things to drink. Gone were all the friends she would make, friends like Finn ( for certainly, there must be more wonderful people like him, like, Chewie, like Han… ) Whimpers turn to sobs, tears rolling down cold cheeks in stinging rivulets. They had come back for her, they had come to rescue a lowly scavenger girl from a backwater planet they barely knew and they had died for it.     

She wasn’t worth that, not when they were so valuable to the Resistance. Finn was terribly clever, he was well versed in leadership. He would have made a fine addition to their cause. And Han… She couldn’t bear to think of him, not yet. Rey could hardly process his loss, it had happened so fast. Perhaps her eyes had played tricks on her, perhaps she had been drugged in her cell and it was all a terrible dream? There had been days on Jakku when she was so parched that her mind would construct of paradise on every heat-blurred horizon. It was naive for her to hope that he would appear from behind one of the great trees that surrounded them, demanding to know what was taking so long in his gruff voice.

Her optimism dwindles further still as another shock splits the forest before them, leaving a great ravine in its wake. Rey holders tighter to Finn, her heart ceasing its futile pounding against her ribs to beat up her throat, choking her with fear. Please, no. . .

Above the roar there is another sound that meets her ears, the steady hum in the distance she knew well. As her head raises, so does hope, turning a tearstained face to the void before her. White lights break through the trees, rendering her blind as the craft hovered before them.

She is instantly elated, her heart surging with joy as she blinks in the bright rays.

They would not die here.

It was not until her eyes adjust that her hope is crushed once more, vanishing so surely that she could moan in despair. It is a sleek black vessel that descended before them, not the Falcon, nor a friendly Resistance x-wing pilot that had spotted the pair. Victory turns to ash in her mouth as it lands a short distance away, two sets of white-clad troopers marching hurriedly down the ramp towards them, blasters held at the ready. Rey is quick to scrabble for the saber at her side, eyes averted as she hastens to find the button that would ignite the blue beam it. A shot from one of the blasters sends the weapon flying from shaking hands, landing several feet away where it was immediately scooped up out of her reach.

Weaponless, Rey saw only one option before her. The girl lunges forward with a snarl, wrapping slender arms around the troopers legs, sending them careening to the frozen ground with a grunt. She struggles to wrestle the weapon from their hands, to gain SOME sort of leverage kicking at every exposed inch she can reach, anything to make them relinquish their tight grip. She had escaped from gangs of scavengers equally formidable in the past, she ought to be able to handle a squadron of troopers easily. 

Scavengers were not trained to deflect such feeble attacks though, they were not equipped to. They were not trained from birth to disarm and kill with ease, nor were they shielded by such finely crafted armor. They were just people trying to survive, not creatures bred for war.

Two pairs of hands wrap around her biceps, yanking her harshly from their fallen comrade. She thrashes in their unforgiving grasp, eyes narrowed and teeth bared like a rabid beast. They hold her fast, unwavering as they begin to march towards the craft without so much as a glance at the man sprawled in the snow.

Panic rises in a great wave, a stream of curses and unintelligible shrieks spewing from her lips, her efforts redoubling. No matter how she writhes in their grasp though, she can’t break their hold and they continue their trek towards the ship undeterred. Finn’s still figure lays vulnerably out in the open and Rey has never known desperation until then. Not the moments she has lost her footing in the graveyard of giants, not when Plutt denied her the sustenance she needs for the week, and not when her own life in endangered by the petty thieves that skulk through backwater planets such as hers.

“Let me go! LET ME GO!” An enraged howl tears from her throat as she fights against her assailants. She calls desperately on the force with all of her might, to free her so that she may die at the side of her friend. 

The peace and calm she had stumbled upon whilst dueling Ren was nowhere to be found, no matter how she willed her mind to still, to let it fill her once more. She borders on hysterical, bellowing as her feet catch on the metal ramp, struggling for purchase. 

“NO! FINN! GO BACK FOR HIM, PLEASE! FINN! ”

Her words are lost on them as her wrists  and ankles are bound tight, durasteel locking them into place, ending her fruitless struggling. Rey can do no more than sob as she is dragged like a sack of Corellian potatoes into the brightly lit interior and thrown onto her back. She makes another valiant attempt at escape, wriggling onto her belly until she is able to inch herself a foot or so across the cold floor. This earns her a sharp kick to exposed ribs, a pair of hands wrapped tight around her arms once more, lifting her prone form to the nearest seat, strapping her in and taking the place at her side. She watches helplessly the doors slide shut, lips mouthing wordlessly as she is cut off once more from the only person to ever come back.

Rey is despondent as the ship rises above the ghost forest, seats vibrating as it breaks through the atmosphere, into open space. Dark eyes remain glued to sealed doors, red-rimmed and unfocused in her stricken face. She cannot see the implosion, but she feels the shocks that reverberate through the ship some five minutes later, sending fluorescent lights flickering above. Grief cuts through shock, leaving a gaping hole in the vicinity of her sternum that leaves her gasping, choking on pain.  The girl longs to curl in on herself, to shield her tender innards from more harm, for the blows just keep falling.

“If you had accepted my offer, he might have been spared.” comes a husky voice from the opposite end of the ship. Rey’s head whips around, startled by the sudden voice. So fixated was she on the front of the ship that her eyes had yet to stray towards the rear. Kylo was slumped in a makeshift cot, thick droplets of blood staining the durasteel floor around him. He looked utterly defeated, despite the contempt that laced his voice as dark eyes fixated on the tears that streamed down her cheeks. 

A medical droid was busy lasering away the heavy black garments that adorned him, peeling them away from his body like an onion to reveal his wounds. Rey could not help but feel a savage delight at the extent of the damage, eyes roving over the brutal gash across the expanse of his face to the blaster wound at his side. It’s gratifying in a way that terrifies her to see him in such a state. Not once had she delighted in such violent acts. Every deed was done in order to survive and warranted ONLY a sigh of relief when it had passed. And yet, as she looked upon his broken body, the jubilation she felt at his suffering was almost euphoric. She wanted him writhing, she wanted him to PAY in kind for the pain he and inflicted on herself and those she cared for.

As if he sensed this, his posture stiffened, resilient before her as bacta is carefully smeared across his wounds, not enough to heal him completely, but enough to keep him alive. His lip is curled in an ugly  sneer, staring down his nose at the girl that had beaten him so thoroughly. 

“ Liar. ” She hisses through numb lips, fists clenched tight in her lap. The voice that that speaks is not her own, hoarse and aching from all of her screaming. She can still see Finn laying in the snow, the florid light of the shuttle illuminating his still figure. She can still see Han toppling off the catwalk into an abyss, murdered by the BEAST only a meters away. How much death could one witness before they broke? How heavy could one’s heart feel before it simply collapsed under the agonizing pressure? And above all, how much hatred could simmer her blood until it melted the flesh from her bones?  

“Your actions are unforgivable.” The four troopers that flanked her shifted nervously in their seats, the animosity that radiated off of her clearly recognized by all in the vicinity, though none more than Kylo Ren. The girl felt she could have crushed the vessel with the strength of her rage, and for a moment she’s certain she can feel the metallic rafters vibrate ominously. The lights above are reflected in Rey’s eyes, a frightening spark against dark irises that flickers dangerously the longer she stares at him.  “You’ll answer for this, I promise you.”

“Will I now?” He taunts, leaning forward to brace his arms atop his knees “It seems that you had every chance to make me PAY, yet you didn’t take it. You fled with your tail between your legs and look where that has gotten you. Coward .” 

It was as if he KNEW what black thoughts had crept into her mind and knew the terror they left in their wake.

Her lips curl into a snarl, vision going red as invisible fingers grasp her tight, holding her fast and keeping her silent. Though her tongue remains ledden, her mind teems with an endless current of profanity and poison, unable to form coherent sentences to spew at him. Her gaze is shrapnel hurled from depths of hazel eyes that ignite in raw emotion. Such is her rage that she cared little for her safety, for anyone’s  safety. Let the void swallow them all, let their lungs burst as they perish amongst the stars. It was the least they deserved for their abominations. It was the least she deserved for not fighting harder.

Another subtle vibration wracks the ship, dimming the lights and sending the droid skittering back into a wall with whir of indignation.

A commotion a short distance away draws Rey’s gaze reluctantly away from her enemy, falling on a man with red hair and an expression so stern she might have flinched if she were less ired. His voice cuts like a knife through the air, so sharp it’s a miracle none of them are bleeding. “Subdue the girl before she destroys another ship.” 

Rey is about to make a scathing retort, the ship shuddering in the tides of her rage, when  Kylo’s grip on her tightens further. Unable to speak, dark eyes fall on him, glaring as beads of sweat trickle down his brow. They struggle for several moments, both of them gasping for breath with the sheer intensity. An unstoppable force and an immovable object clashing so violently the engine began to sputter. Copper blooms across her palette, with the force of her will. You did not come so far to give in, you did not survive all of this to be cowed by such a despicable man. She was no match for him though, powerful as she was, she was untrained. Her clumsy attempts to wield the Force around her as she had were fuitle. It slipped through her fingers like sand through a clenched fist, vanishing before she ever had the chance to command it.

With a flick of his wrist, Rey’s head slams back into the steel beam behind her, darkness blooming like flowers across her vision for the second time. She clings desperately to consciousness, tears of frustration streaming down flushed cheeks before lids flutter shut and she collapses back into her seat.

All aboard the ship breathe a collective sigh of relief.

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SO CHUCK WENDIG JUST SAVED MY LIFE WITH THIS THREAD. And I just want to reiterate how important Rey Nobody is again (even tho he literally spelled out everything beautifully) because I’m so damn passionate about it. I love that the main protag/antag is the one that is tied to legacy and gets his power from his family and is only known or important because of it. 

I can’t name many stories off the top of my head where the main female protagonist doesn’t find out she’s secretly royalty or bound to some special linage the whole time. Rey forges her own path like the pioneer she is, claiming the title of king for herself –– cause y’all, her name means kind and I’ll be damned if she didn’t pick that name out for herself  –– while Ben is forever trying to prove his worth and live up to this unachievable standard. JJ and Rian painted a beautiful picture why legacies fucking SUCK. The sheer amount of pressure that it puts on everyone is crushing. It tears Ben in half, it sends Luke into exile. Like??????

The amount of flack I’ve seen about Rey’s character in TFA and now TLJ is nothing short of misogynistic, and those mad at her development in the latest film clearly never understood her character. I’m even gonna go as far as to say they don’t understand aspects of human nature too lmao. Rey Nobody is EXACTLY what little girls need. She’s exactly what I needed and a character that I will continue to look to as I get older. I’ve been a shy, quiet little nobody my whole entire life. I’ve been abandoned and hurt in more ways than I can count and am willing to discus on a public platform. And to see a beautifully crafted character like Rey appear and persevere through circumstances similar to mine… It’s huge, it’s beyond words. It has baby me cheering somewhere in my heart for the heroine she deserved to have as a child. 

Rey of Jakku, Rey Nobody is FOR the nobodies. She’s not for the pretentious people that are dead set on inheritance and rage against anything else. She’s for the ones that have to make their own way in the world, that have to build their own names and families and lives from nothing. I love me some poetic cinema that can accompany certain lineages, but I NEEDED this fresh storyline, we all did.

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Daisy Ridley┊March 9th, 2018.