#bringbackbensolo

[soyunzombiesblog]

[lucky134ever]

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[fandomrantsandtwittertakes]

Honestly I’ll even take a mysterious “somehow Kylo Ren returned” at this point. With Poe. Because you know he’s that petty.

[izachin]

Be with me… #reylolove #reylo #tros #theriseofskywalker #bringbackbensolo #helmetlesskyloren #bensolodeservesbetter #starwars #fanart #artblog #bensolo #redeemedben #reyofjakku #reynobody https://www.instagram.com/p/Chmu9GQqp84/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[redrascal1]

I still miss Ben Solo.

I even miss Kylo Ren.

On reddit recently there were a number of people arguing that there was no way Ben/Kylo could survive the end of the sequel trilogy because of 'what he had done.'

This is not reality. This is fantasy.

It isn't an autobiography. It isn't a film inspired by true events.

It is a fantasy.

Fantasy is about escapism.

It is about dreams coming true, the impossible becoming possible.

If you apply the laws of reality to fantasy, then Han Solo would have been jailed for piracy, Leia would not have been allowed to marry a 'commoner', Poe Dameron would have been court martialled and not promoted, and Rey would have been refused entry into an order which valued perfection because of her kill list and her fondness for attacking unarmed opponents.

And we wouldn't have been laughing at the antics of Nandor, Nadja and Laszlo in What we Do In The Shadows because all three of them are remorseless killers.

Anyone remember the tv series Once Upon A Time? Two of its most memorable characters - Killian Jones, aka Captain Hook, and Mr Gold, aka Rumplestilskin, were also two of its most vicious.

Killian murdered Prince Charming's father in cold blood, as well as being a ruthless pirate for years. Mr Gold murdered countless innocents as well as his own wife. But both characters redeemed themselves and got their happy endings with the women they loved - Emma Swan and Belle.

Because fantasy isn't the real world but a place we can go to feel good.

Supreme irony....Disney made OUAT. The same Disney that also made films like Beauty and the Beast, a truly beautiful film with perhaps the happiest ending of all time.

Disney were the home of happy endings.

What has happened to them?

Some people are they've gone 'woke'.

Some argue it's the influence of Iger and Kennedy.

Whatever.

But at the end of the day the 'whys' don't matter.

All that matters is Disney have forever tainted themselves by taking one of the greatest space fantasies of all time - and turning it into a horror story.

The demonic uber villain rises from the dead and finally achieves his goal of killing off the Skywalkers (and Solos).

And Disney breathtakingly feel that replacing them with the demonic villian's granddaughter is a 'hopeful and satisfying' ending.

I still miss Ben Solo.

[jediinthetwilight]

5,475

Twin suns setting

Blessed dark

Another day

Another mark

Tears are falling

No relief

Flowers bloom in

A garden of grief

Soul is empty

Shattered & alone

Another seed

Of sorrow sown

15 years since I

Last saw you alive

Count the lines

Five thousand, four hundred, seventy-five

[sassinake]

Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren Characters: Rey (Star Wars), Ben Solo, Force Ghost Characters (Star Wars), Chewbacca (Star Wars), Poe Dameron, Finn (Star Wars), Rose Tico, The Droids(star wars), Original Resistance Characters (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Post-Canon Fix-It, Clone tech, Post-Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker, Worldbuilding, Lore Exploration, Eventual Smut, Make love like war Series: Part 5 of SW IX and Beyond Summary:

If they can clone Palpatine, we can clone Ben.

[brandeewine]

.Day 6 of #inktober #doodlewash #sweaters The ultimate #goodboysweater #bensolo #bringbackbensolo #starwars #watercolor #painting https://www.instagram.com/p/CjXy4c2rY-_/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[fluffshisuga]

Force Echo <Cal Kestis>

I lied about more Obi-Wan fics, here's Calzone instead

Based off of this post by @bringbackbensolo about if Cal could sense force echoes with the reader's scars but I accidently made it more angsty. I start college on Wednesday.....its Monday. I'm panicking now that I realize that I only have two days left.

Warnings: Trauma, angst, mentions of death and violence, descriptions of death and violence, burns, order 66 im sorry but its plot, maybe Kenobi spoiler, mentions a scene from it. Anakin is here tho! Hes the trauma tho. theres fluff. Happy ending? Yes. Enjoy a solid 2081 words.

Blasts rang out through the trees of Kashyyyk, sending tree bark flying past you as you blocked yet another shot from the troopers ahead. Your arms burned in overuse and hot rays from the troopers as you held your saber in front of you. You heard BD-1 beep as he tried to override a door panel and Cal grunt as he fended off a heavy assault trooper. Knowing that you couldn’t just stand and block every blast sent your way, you sprinted forward towards the group of troopers. Cal shouted your name from behind you but he was quickly cut off as his opponent swung another heavy hit against his saber.

   You quickly ran through the trees and cut your way through the enemy, swinging your blade through the middle of one, throwing it through the head of another, and using the force to toss one off the edge you were standing on. With one left you steadied yourself and held a defensive position, waiting to see what their next move was. The helmet hid his face, but you could hear the panic in his voice, and he desperately looked around at his fallen comrades. His words were incoherent as you spun your saber towards him, slicing a diagonal cut across his front. He groaned in pain and fell at your feet; never moving again. You felt relieved as you looked around at the once arial ranged assault team, knowing it was one less danger that you would have to face. In the distance, you see Cal deal the final blow to his own enemy and run a shaky hand through his red locks. You smiled to yourself as the area was now safe for your party to take a short breather.

There was a static sound behind you, just barely faint to your ears. You turned and walked over to the trooper you had taken out last and knelt beside him. His coms were still on, and you could hear voices on the other end calling for a report. You continued to listen to the transmission, hoping to gather some intel on your enemy and get the upper hand on the Second Sister. You didn’t hear the footsteps come up behind you, nor did you hear Cal running toward your direction yelling for your attention and taking his saber out. Too late, you noticed, you turned around only to be struck by an electro staffed trooper. Electricity coursed through your veins from your neck where the initial contact was, sending you fully to the ground in pain.

The sound of grunting could be heard above you as you lolled your head into the dirt, stunned. Cal desperately hovered over you as he blocked incoming hits from the new trooper, only finding seconds between each swing to deal some of his own damage. One swing nearly hit your unmoving form, sending a new surge of energy and anger through Cal as he took a strong swing that cut through the middle of the trooper, sending him to the ground. Cal quickly hurried back to you and turned you over and checking for your pulse. A sigh of relief left his lips, and he was met with a groan and heartbeat, watching with wide eyes as you scrunched your nose in pain. “Well, that hurt.” You said lightheartedly, holding the side of your neck as you tried to sit up. “I would be surprised if it didn’t to tell you the truth, you looked like you died!” Cal panicked, stopping you from getting up and insisting that he carry you back to where BD-1 was.

Back at the door, BD finally got control and beeped happily. He ran up to the two of you as Cal gently sat you down on the ground and took a stim canister from BD. You hissed as it contacted your shoulder and flinched away. “I don’t need that, Cal. I just need to walk it off or something like that.” You stated, placing your hand onto the juncture of your neck and shoulder. Cal raised an eyebrow and shuffled closer. “Stims don’t hurt when you use them. I Just need to move your collar a bit and it will be done in seconds.” He tried to reason with you, but you only shook your head. You had always been timid when things got too close to your heard and neck, but you had never acted this way with something so small as a stim. Even with bigger wounds and on the verge of collapse you used stims, and even urged Cal to use them even if he wasn’t dangerously hurt.

“Y/n, please. I need to make sure you’re ok.” Cal pleaded, his green eyes shimmering with worry and panic. He felt a strong pull, unsure if it was instinct to keep you safe or something else, but his heart swelled when you finally nodded you head reluctantly and moved your arm out of its sleeve and through the top of your shirt, revealing your collarbone and exposed neck. You could hear Cal take a breath as he looked over your exposed skin; red and scarred. Cal didn’t want to pry into the long scar that ran from your neck down past your collar bone, and gently injected the stim into your skin, watching as your previous wounds faded away. All that was left was the scar; long and deep. It looked old, it didn’t heal too well, and it looked oddly like the stone he had practiced his slashes on. He felt the force draw him to it; knowing there was an echo just waiting to be heard, and he lightly brushed over it.

His sense were flooded instantly, the sounds of screaming and lightsabers clashing filling his ears. He heard you, your voice young as it yelled out for you master to hurry. He heard a woman call your name and the clash of sabers sounded as if it was right there with him. He heard a voice he had heard when he was a padawan; he remembered a conversation he had with the individual once. He heard that voice now, calling out to you. “Y/n! Come out!” The voice yelled, and Cal heard your gasp and yells of pain. Your scream chilled him to his core, he could feel the pain and fear. He heard your master once again, and the clash of sabers as she yelled for you to run. He could hear your gasps of pain and fatigue as you ran away, only to yell out once again as the voice sounded in his right ear. “There is no escape, y/n.” It said, and he felt a searing pain in his neck and collar as he heard your screams of pain again. And in a moment, it was over. Cal looked around dazed and panicked as he looked at you. He saw your own expression mimic his as your eyes widened in fear.

“W-what was that-“ Cal said breathlessly. His hand went up to his own neck as he felt for something that was not there on him, but on you. You stared into his eyes for a moment and looked down, muttering. “I didn’t know you could sense echoes from scars.” You were quiet as you brought your legs up to your body and hugged them. Cal didn’t know what to do; he didn’t know if he should even ask. All he could do was sit beside you and wait for you. “I won’t force you, but… I could only hear what happened.” He said quietly as you nodded. Another moment of silence sounded between the two of you as you collected your thoughts.

“Where were you, when everything changed?” You asked quietly, keeping your eyes glued to the ground. Cal knew what you were talking about, it was something that stayed in his mind all the time. “With my master.” You knew that, of course. Cal had told you the whole story; his master’s death, the crash, everything. You nodded in response. “I was with my master too. We were at the temple.” Your memories haunted you as you recalled the series of events.

You had run ahead of your master, skidding around corners as you desperately tried to find a way out. Your master was close behind you, blocking incoming fire from the turned clones. You turned into what you thought was an empty room, only to come face to face with the bodies of younglings and fellow padawans. At the center of it all was a cloaked figure, and you gasped in horror as you realized your mistake in direction. You master ran up behind you, a small gasp leaving her lips as well as she looked around. Tears welled in your eyes as you recognized faces of your friends, and your hands shook. The figure had heard you enter the room and turned around to face you, lightsaber in hand. “I’ve been waiting.” He said, the voice of Anakin Skywalker tainted with venom. Your eyes widened in horror as the fated prophet made his way over to you and raised his saber. You quickly dodged out of the way, your master moving in the opposite direction. You noticed that he wasn’t interested in your master as he continued to go after you, swinging his saber as you desperately tried to block. Your master yelled from behind him, calling for you. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you found yourself cornered, unable to run and not strong enough to block every attack. You watched in horror as he raised his saber and swung, his saber cutting through your hair and burning into your neck. You saw the anger on his face when he was unable to finish you off, turning around to see your master, hand outstretched as she used to force. “RUN!” She yelled, going into the offence, and striking at Anakin. You held your hand up to your burning flesh, the smell and pain enough to make you pass out. “Come out, y/n!” Anakin yelled. You didn’t get far, though, when you felt yourself running in place as Anakin used his own force to stop you. “There is no escape, y/n.” He whispered into your ear. Once again, he took another swing, desperately trying to separate your head from its place on your shoulders. Defenseless once again, you braced for impact. You only felt the burning sensation down near your collarbone, and you peaked your eyes open to find your master standing before you, Anakin’s saber halfway through her. You heard her gasp in pain as she whispered for you to run, and with a sob, you did.

“I didn’t know what to do about it, I didn’t have any supplies to help the healing process, so I just did the bare minimum.” You admitted, finishing your recollection. Cal listened intently as you spoke, his mind watching it unfold. He felt a wave of emotions; sadness, hate, relief. “I’m sorry, y/n.” He whispered, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as he pulled you close. You felt tears threaten to fall as you buried your face into his shoulder. “I’m glad you’re here, with me.” He whispered. He felt you smile as you moved from his shoulder and place a small kiss on his cheek. You watched his cheeks immediately flare up and let out a soft giggle. You felt courage course through you as you moved even closer and placed a soft kiss to his lips. He quickly reciprocated and moved in sync with you. His lips were soft, a bit chapped. They tasted like sweet spice and something you couldn’t quite name. His hair was soft in your hands as they snaked up and ran through the red locks. You smiled into the kiss as you felt the breath leave your lungs and you pulled away to rest your forehead against his own. His breath tickled you as he peppered little kisses on your cheeks and nose, and you felt you face burn when his lips met your neck as he kissed along your scar. “There, kissed it to make it better.” He joked lightheartedly, a small boyish smile gracing his face. You smiled back and placed another kiss to his lips as you slipped your arm back into its sleeve and stood up. You dusted the dirt from your pants and picked up your saber, hooking it to your side. “Let’s go, star boy.”

[dvrkren]

adam driver as kylo ren/ben solo

and daisy ridley as rey

reylo

[firethebluesky]

I found this absolutely breathtaking and beautiful dissertation about Ben Solo, his story, and his relationship with Rey. It made me cry! Disney needs to see this, because they did a wonderful and relatable character really dirty.

Credit: @Drunk0nSunlight on twitter

[soyunzombiesblog]

[rochellenorlund1990]

George Lucas Just Hired Adam Driver! Get READY (Star Wars ...

This is what us fans of Reylo really are hoping for. I do imagine Rey could go on this amazing journey to this place called A World Between Worlds where she would see Ben Solo, maybe bring him back from the dead, so he could be alive, because he really cares for Rey & he wants to be with her as well. I also imagine them go on amazing adventures in the galaxy, maybe get married, live together, maybe have a family of their own as well, so that they could teach their children about the ways of the Force & also the ways of the Jedi, so they could be the next new generation of Jedi.

[didipin]

Even they know Ben Solo deserved to live 😭

🦋🦋🧒🏻🦋🦋

🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋

[izachin]

#reylolove #reylo #tros #theriseofskywalker #bringbackbensolo #helmetlesskyloren #bensolodeservesbetter #starwars #fanart #artblog #bensolo #redeemedben #reyofjakku #reynobody https://www.instagram.com/p/ChVRqHoqFih/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[gnomestick]

Work in progress.

So finally I had the strenght to draw something about these two again, nearly two months after leaving the cinema at the premiere of The rise of Skywalker in such a devestating, hopeless and sad state, that I wasnt able to make art about that wonderful couple anymore. I still hate the movie, what it did to the Skywalker legacy, what they did to Rey and of course what they did to poor Ben. Nobody deserved these fates they did for most of these characters, the plot was overall bad, the movie too fast paced and so much stuff lacked basic logical thinking. I am still angry every time I read some new info and cant believe they ended the whole saga with this.

Anyways to somehow comfort myself and all you Reylos out there - or even just basic Star Wars fans who wanted a good movie. Here is Ben Solo with his dark side bae deciding together with the wayfinder how to kill Reys grandpa.