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@ninepiecesofcrait.bsky.social
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30s 🗡 🏳️‍🌈 queer as hell 🏳️‍🌈 🗡 minors dni 🗡 #reylo fic writer and purveyor of nonsense. actually really brave when you think about it!!! pro-choice, pro-queer, pro-trans, pro-palestine. don't make me use the gif.
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every time a bell rings (someone reads unforced error) an angel (nine) gets their wings (a dash of dopamine, as a treat)
dhr advent is such a treat and @musyc.bsky.social does a tremendous job on it every year!

it was an enormous honor to participate last year; can't wait to see all the holiday treats as this fest goes out with a bang 💜💜
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Almost done...

#Kyloren #reyloww #reyloart #myart
Kylo Ren pencil portrait
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an ever-fixed mark by @ninepiecesofcrait.bsky.social
Art by @dracodormiensss.bsky.social

More pics up on IG as usual, but had the lovely honor of participating in a group commission exchange of my faaaaave with my faaaaave 🙂‍↕️❤️

Eli completely knocked it out of the park and I will forever be in awe
this bind and art are gorgeous. mushroom endbands: your mind!!!!
ty for reading, gal 💜💜
ty for reading, aparna! 💜💜
and finally, i was ecstatic to read the latest update of @lilynails.bsky.social's "nocturne." this rey is so prickly and self-destructive that i just want to hug her tight and protect her from the world. better yet, the unfolding mystery is just as compelling! #reylowrw
i also love love LOVED @denzerwriter.bsky.social's vampire slayer au prompt fill!!! GOSH, what incredible character work denzer can pack into just two bleets!!! #reylowrw
This came out so quickly that it probably doesn't make sense but I'm posting it anyway cuz melodrama is fun

CW // vampire, blood, angst with HEA (I swear)

Ben finds Rey, his slayer, after she's been bitten by a vampire. (1/2)
“I killed him before the dawn.” Her voice is beaten blank with exhaustion, with fear. “I should be human again.”
She’s sitting in a minefield of broken, stained glass. Her legs dangle over the edge of the massive cavity where the tower’s window used to be, and her hair has come loose from its braid,   blowing back from her ash-streaked face. The city looms dark below her.  
Ben steps over the crumbling body in the center of the room. His chest aches as if she put a stake through it. 
“I’m so sorry, Rey.”
“Why didn’t it work?” She asks in the same confused tone she’d had at seventeen, when he’d first found her, when she’d tried so hard to learn what her body could do. He’s failed her so utterly. 
“I don’t know.” He has to whisper, because if he raises his voice now, he’ll never stop.
This entire building is covered in ash. She killed the entire coven, even with poisoned blood curdling in her veins. Every second Ben had spent training her has led to this, and it isn’t enough to save her. 
“I can smell your blood.” Her voice cracks, and something in his chest shatters. He drops the stake.
When her shoulders start to shake, Ben drops down behind her, settling so his legs are outside hers, over the ledge. He hates heights, but he can already see the light between the buildings, the petal-frail tremor of daybreak. 
“It’s just a few more minutes, Rey,” he says, wrapping his arms around her. “I’ll be here the whole time.”
Her body is rigid with tension, and she stinks of sulfur and rot. He has to bury his face in her neck to get to the real scent of her. Vanilla in her hair, the tiger balm along her shoulders he’d put there himself, the soft, warm nape of her neck. 
“When they replace me,” she asks quietly, once her back has loosened into his chest, “will you be the one to train them?”
“Never.” His throat is too tight. “You’ll be the only one.”
She stays quiet, letting him rock her gently, until the first rays of sunlight split the sky. When she twists toward him, he pulls her close, cupping her cheek. She stares up with urgent eyes he would recognise even if they’d already turned to ash.
“Ben, I need to tell you–” 
“I love you,” he beats her to it because of all the things she’s had to fight for, he should never have been one of them. “I should have told you years ago.”
“I wanted,” she starts, but the sunlight hits the bare skin above her bite-guards and she cuts off with a twisted mouth that makes him press his forehead to hers.
“I wanted it too,” he whispers as she grinds her teeth, “I thought we had time. I’m so sorry, Rey.”
There’s a horrifying change in the texture of her cheek, her skin slipping like powder. He pulls back so his face can be the last thing she sees. 
“Ben,” she says. Her voice is scorched, eyes dying embers but still focused on him. 
She squeezes them shut a moment later, and he’ll never know what she wanted to tell him with her last breath because she’s nothing but ash in his hands, splintering. If he weren’t so afraid of breaking her apart, he’d roar at the daylight that took her from him. 
Instead, he holds still, feeling the outline of her, the solidity beneath that she still holds even minutes later.
i betaed @janejanajuno.bsky.social's reyloween fic and it was just as wonderful to read again! so atmospheric and moody!! i'm dying to see where it goes next. (see what i did there) #reylowrw

archiveofourown.org/works/72357216
omg, absolutely diaBOLICAL!!! him holding the stake, the last minute love confession, the hea!!! just beautiful, compelling, heartbreaking and wonderful all at once!! mwah mwah!!!
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kylo ben and rey at the end of tlj 😔
tumblr post from user targetedknowledge of a picture of two mice - one grey, one white - on a charcoal couch. they are almost separated by a whole couch cushion and are facing away from one another. it says “we are not on squeaking terms rn”
i’m so glad the dodgers bot is back 😭
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i had my head in my hands for eight minutes straight
from the patron saint of bad man o'clock's mouth to my keyboard 🙏
i literally have to keep count bc i know i'm going to use all 75 💀
count me in; i'm not new to this, i'm True to this
also, diego luna, what if we got married as like,,, a joke

it'll be so funny for as long as we both shall live
i will set aside my jlo aversion for diego. i would, frankly, go on a hike around an active volcano for diego.
begging you to read the tags and take them at face value; look i even put them here for you to peruse.
[screenshot of an ao3 tag’s list that reads as follows: canon divergent au – voldemort wins at the beginning of dh,
not brit picked but beta read by an angel,
terfs: buzz off forever,
alright Serious Business™ tags first:,
Violence,
Gore,
Torture on page,
Minor character deaths,
pitch black humor,
Dubious consent,
explicit sexual content,
Dead dove: do not eat,
what it says on the tin!!,
do NOT come into my home depot and try to order a milkshake,
life preserver tag: (eventual) happy-ish ending,
not hallows and not horcruxes but a secret third thing,
(but also: horcruxes),
legilimency and occlumency and Old Magicks: oh my!,
Death Eater Draco Malfoy,
Competent Draco Malfoy,
Bored Draco Malfoy,
Draco Malfoy is Not Nice,
Unhinged Hermione Granger,
BAMF Hermione Granger,
Hermione Granger is Not Nice,
enemies to lovers,
they very literally try to kill each other,
morally grey hermione and draco,
(“morally grey” is putting it generously),
medium-ish physical burn/absolutely glacial emotional burn,
divide your body in two,
then divide it again and again: what do you have left?,
put the pieces back,
put them back again and again, 
you’re whole once more]
NEW #dramionefic

the serpent under it

e, 1/24, 4k

🥀 death eater draco malfoy
🥀 unhinged hermione granger
🥀 enemies to (eventual) lovers
🥀 and i mean it in that “no one can kill you but me” way
🥀 not hallows and not horcruxes but a secret third thing
[the serpent under it cover art, which features the still art “pomegranate photography” by vlad loktev. in this piece, there is a pomegranate roughly split into thirds, crimson seeds spilling onto the newspaper beneath. the background is otherwise black. the description of this art piece says it is digital photorealism from 2017, but to me it’s sort of giving old school vanitas painting in terms of color and texture. over the background, there is a faint, dark green snakeskin pattern, with only the pomegranate visible above the texture. at the top, in scratchy all-caps handwriting, the text reads “the serpent under it.” and, beneath that, in a crisp sans serif font, “a voldemort wins au.” in the bottom right, in much smaller font, the text reads “by ninepiecesofcrait.”] [screenshot of an ao3 fic summary that reads as follows: “the serpent under it by ninepiecesofcrait” 

Resigned to his eventual death at the hands of the very monster he serves, Draco Malfoy stumbles onto another way out—out of the war, out of the Death Eaters, maybe even out of his inevitable demise…
 
Hermione Granger: The Girl Who Went Mad.]