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ninepiecesofcrait.bsky.social
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
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ninepiecesofcrait.bsky.social
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
denzerwriter.bsky.social
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.
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ninepiecesofcrait.bsky.social
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

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janejanajuno.bsky.social
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”
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reylowrw.bsky.social
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thelivingblues.bsky.social
I feel the same. If it wasn't in SOTJ, it's none of my business!
thelivingblues.bsky.social
no i mean that I had a libra time I felt the libra energy flow through me in a way that was both insane and objectively a story I think would amuse you
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I had the honor of once organizing a dialogue between Miss Major and Tourmaline for the 50th anniversary of the Stonewall Rebellion, hosted by the NYPL. Major was a people’s hero, a tremendous force of revolutionary commitment and love.
@genderhorizon speaking at a podium in a New York Public Library event space, with the back of people’s heads in the audience Tourmaline and Miss Manor on a stage at the New York Public Library, sitting in dialogue
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amandalc.bsky.social
Mass market paperbacks were the very best book form humanity has ever invented and it’s a travesty and a crime against the book-reading public that they have disappeared.
rachelfeder.bsky.social
Tell me your most unhinged literary opinion, as a little treat
thelivingblues.bsky.social
fancy seeing you here! lol! sorry i forgot to tag you I was very tired
thelivingblues.bsky.social
bsky image selectors truly sixk of me but jokes on it bc the feelings so fucking mutual
thelivingblues.bsky.social
this bleet is for @hyperphonic.bsky.social bc ive had a very Libra time™
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ninepiecesofcrait.bsky.social
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
thelivingblues.bsky.social
also we need to bring back trade paperbacks + make buying used trade paperbacks more popular!!!
thelivingblues.bsky.social
this is not even unhinged there's at least a dozen reylos who feel this way (myself included)
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peppersweet.bsky.social
I think hardback books should be outlawed because I do all my reading on the bus/on my lunch break, and don’t want to carry a big fuckass tome wherever I go like I’m some sort of wizard
rachelfeder.bsky.social
Tell me your most unhinged literary opinion, as a little treat
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oliviawhen.com
My store is open again! 📖✨ All of the new prints, stickers, bookmarks from doggust are finally up! US shipping only currently.
oliviawhen.com/store
Two bookmarks taped to a clear ruler in front of a bookshelf with philodendron leaves hanging down it.  Left bookmark: A happy yellow lab with a big book in front of them. Text reads: "I can't stop reading! HELP!!" The bg is a slightly dire red.
Right bookmark: Sleepy rough collie napping with their nose in an open book. Three big Zzz's are above them. Text reads: "Just resting my eyes..."
thelivingblues.bsky.social
Briar rec worth its weight in gold! ty briar and ty bsky for the bookmark feature