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[aionimica]

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[shmisolo]

creator tag meme

Tagged by @politicalmamaduck & @southsidestory!

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

This is a tricky one, and includes some original things I’ve been working on, but we’ll give it a shot!

First and foremost, I have spent most of this year working on the draft of the fantasy novel I am currently querying.  I also worked on the draft of it’s sequel for NaNoWriMo, which I’m going to lump in here too.  I don’t have a link to it (🤞🏻yet🤞🏻) because woohoo trying to find an agent sure is a Process, but I do have links to some art that I’ve commissioned over the course of the past year as milestone “treats” and rewards! 1. Book 1: {1} {2 by @naomimakesart} {3 by @lilithsaur} {4 by @thesigularity} {5 a gift from @aionimica} 2. Short Story (set in the same verse for @lemonandlimefic): {1 by @nad-vaa} 3. Book 2: {1} {2}

Checklists and Promises - Many trigger warnings, but they’re in the AO3 tags and not really talked about in this little ramble -I’ve had headcanons that are populating this fic for the past three years, but never quite had the guts to write it.  I’m so glad I have—it’s been really cathartic.

Do You Know The Muffin Man? - {art commissioned from @elopez7228} - I wrote this for @reyloner as part of a @thereylowritingden exchange earlier this year and honestly I’ve never had a fic flow so quickly.  It was a delight to write, short and sweet, and in a voice that was just so enjoyable to capture.

The Hoarder’s Dilemma - {art commissioned from @thesigularity} - I just had a great time with the worldbuilding in this one.  The art that Siggy drew was also my computer background for a while because it was such a #vibe.

till touch down brings me round again - (Trigger warnings for Babies, Postpartum Depression) - Technically I wrote this in 2019, but I didn’t get to post it until 2020 because it was part of the Babies at the Border Anthology.  I love it so much.  It’s much more focused on Rey, and friendship, and personhood, with a background bit of Reylo in there.  It was one of those times where I really love fanfiction: it was a vehicle to let me explore a topic I’d wanted to explore (postpartum depression) but wouldn’t have been able to, I think, without the understanding from the pre-built relationships of the canon.  

That’s it on my end!  I have tagged a few other creators in writing this little meme, so please consider yourself tagged to carry on the chain!

[sagaballero]

FANFICTION world is a truly debrided, uncensored promised land, bastion of freedom and free-style writing. In this baroque puzzle, discovering a variety of gifted (and selfless) writers, that’s an utter comfort.

Ambivalent, Luxurious, Against the current, Organic, Gutsy, Dark, Gray, Transcendent, Outrageous, Extravagant... In the case of REYLOFICs the more I read the more I am tempted to explore the deep-end of this horn of plenty. But, on the journey, say nice things about those dream-machine storytellers is clearly a sane propaganda. Prodigal author without blinking, innate crack, inscrutable wizard or soft/dark underbelly... Whoever they might be, all credit to them for doing what they are doing and doing it so well. @5-cents​�� Less is more. Able to write a play, a screenplay, got an eye for the (implied) obvious so as to preserve what counts. Sense of slangy imagery and naked poetry, science of dialogue, syncopated path and (film) cutting, she also has a thoughtful and mature love for the characters without give in to ease. Richer than rich, the whole thing smells like a melancholic lost perfume BUT not only... Classic and atypical at once because Style is firmly timeless.

Fever of predilection and indivisible pairing:

Hide and Seek - E

Because Tennessee Williams, Sweaty Southern Gothic, Ben Solo is a dark horse (with a riding crop), Rey ain’t just a “Baby Doll”, Volcano Snoke deserves an Oscar (!), Awakening is not a bed of roses, Because fooling around with Tennessee Williams is highly inflammable and SHE’s the man

Candyleg - E 

Pulpfic, Black Comedy, Roman noir, Cinematic at all points, Psyche and Eros between the lines, Outlaws everywhere, Supporting roles are being treated like royalty, Ren Solo is a case study and an authentic black horse, this story has many lives as huge zebra stripes, Subliminal Scorsese and Freud at the corner

FULL WORK

@lilia-ula​  The Holy Grail of sin. On the edge of lyricism, sophistication and decadence. If you start, you’ll be under her writing-perfusion/persuasion. This combo of Opium (or put your own fetish dish here) and Biggerthanlife-words should be felt and experienced. Beware to indelible effects! The guiltiest dose is often the best. 99% dubious Kylo Ren and an artful level of carnality that is second to none.

First meet, Heart stroke in unison:

The Autumnal Hunt of Alderaan - E

Medieval hunt haloed in black and gold (and deep carmine). Ritualistic, animalistic, shimmering fic like an ideal full circle (of sex practice). Need a teacher?

This Way Lies Ruin - E

Because possessive-obsessive, Death and the maiden, hunter and prey, Kylo Ren always has a plan, Sith-style courtship, Epic smut, Iconic chapters, A surprise awaits Rey! (all the time too)

FULL WORK @missbliss12​  Multi-talent. Multi-faceted in the likeness of her stories & comics. Irreverent, Witty, Hilarious. Radiant and enchanted-disenchanted, all this together. Impressive fluency and staggering poetic prose at work. Not a wasted word! High wire act.

A dream bubble apart:

The Good Fortune of the Skywalker Family - Teen and Up Audiences *still in progress

To be prescribed durably. Unclassifiable modern tale. Healing and sanely insane. Your line of fortune! When you no longer believe in anything but you still want to believe (and laugh), the Skywalker-Organa-Solo are all here to tell you: “Always look on the bright side of life.” 

FULL WORK

@persimonne  Positively contagious! Bold, Quirky, Adventurous, Whimsical, Cheeky. This not shy-writer has bountiful ideas and a very skillful pen. Her stories are unexpected and unconventional many times, not forgetting of being peppered with precious finds. Exquisitely funny too!

Latest unorthodox crush:

Just us now - E

Siblings + Starkiller + Snow + Chase + The world crumbling. The equation is simple, blatant, the story is unstoppable and made with love. In the best of taste & in the best spirit

A Victorian Sci-Fi story:

The Hand that feed - E  *still in progress

Enveloping, mysteriously intoxicating and deeply appealing. This monster romance has a massive charm on its own and an imaginative freshness. HER daring amorous temperament as much as HIS spellbinding power will not spare the common decency!

FULL WORK

@raevfitta  (aka slinden)  Fervent praises for this unquestionable storyteller! Prowess of writing, acuteness of senses and judgement, vigilant in choosing the slightest word, TRUTHFULNESS of facts and reactions... That’s why her insights and choices are relevant, deepened (and may become your persistent object of reflection). Addictive style, addictive work. Like a magnet! Trust and listen her discerning pen.

From the heart and the deep:

Storm King - E  *still in progress

“Two children are rescued from a kidnapper and murderer after years of torture and abuse.”

“This is a modern-day AU that will follow Ben and Rey as they grow up and deal with what happened, as well as their feelings for one another and how they transform over time.”

A post-traumatic story closely sutured with sharpness. The psychological approach is non-stop remarkable and her attention to characters, inestimable. They comes out of the blackness by carrying unfathomable feelings and wounds with them. Allusive or (most of the time) without filter, this journey into/out of the depths is utterly immersive and empathetic from the outset. Incompressible (painful) beauty. K.for King.

The time of a huis clos:

In Between Memories - E

“Two strangers awaken on a strange world with no memories of who they are or where they come from.”

This perspective of confinement -inside and out- is the promise of an exploration from every angle. A canonverse fic that reads like a rediscovery and where the characters are glaring truth. In this isolated place, filled with echoes and crucial daily deeds, nothing is trivial, everything is gripping, closest to the details. Subtle, hand-stitched work, fascinating to watch! With duality and LUMINOUS dead time

FULL WORK

IN CASE !DON’T FORGET TO CHECK THE TAGS! I’m just a free electron-reader not always aware of all the safeguards.

Also, loving word to these authors whose fics have spurred my greedy reading from the very start (my recollection being a maelstrom, it is merely a sampling).

World Without End by diasterisms @kylorenvevo

Go I know not whither and fetch I know not what by @voicedimplosives

Ashes in our Wake by @aionimica

The Soiled Doves by @fernybranca

Interstellar Transmissions by @ricca-raccoon & LovelyThings @little-scribblers-heart

Our Sentimental Scars by @ricca-raccoon

Whom Hades Seized by @nightsofreylo

Inspiration is Life!

TO BE Continued

[thewayofthetrashcompactor]

Rating: M Tags: Lingerie, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Retail, Corsetry Chapter: 1/4 Summary: Rey's part-time job at Holdo's lingerie botique is going surprisingly well. She may not be an expert, but Poe's there to sweet-talk the customers, and it helps pay her bills. But one particular tall, dark-haired customer catches her eye while he's looking at corsets, and she's about to learn a whole new meaning of customer service.

This chapter was initially inspired by @aionimica‘s gorgeous art of Kylo in a corset. It's a gem of the fandom, cannot recommend enough.

This was originally written for @lingeriewarsweek last year, finally getting it onto ao3!

read on ao3

Rey sighs as she leans over on the sale counter. Mondays are always slow at the boutique, today especially so. Just a handful of people have come in since she'd started her shift after finishing her morning classes, and most of those only stayed to browse the racks of expensive lingerie. Now, the mall is nearly closing. Only a couple customers still linger: a giggly pair of girls, who’ll probably end up with a skimpy set of panties and a bra for one of them, and a tall, broad man with dark hair who'd been at the back looking through corsets, likely for his girlfriend. Lucky girl. She'd heard Poe offer to help him earlier, but he'd declined quickly.

She glances at the clock. Fifteen more minutes. The mall's usual announcement echoes outside, and the girls come up with their purchase. A strappy black set, a little more daring and expensive than she'd expected, likely due to her coworker’s influence. She's yet to see a customer that Poe can't charm. The owner, Amilyn, with her quiet poise and knowing eyes, is the only one she's witnessed his efforts fall flat on; even Rey has found herself blushing at his flirting before. She checks the girls out with a cheery smile, then waits to see if the man will emerge. She checks the clock again. Ten minutes. Leaving the register for a bit, she heads back to check on him.

The back half of the store is surprisingly empty, even of Poe, who's likely off getting a head start on his closing tasks. She frowns and goes to check the fitting rooms. The room at the end is closed, and she walks over to knock at the door.

“Sir? The mall is closing in five minutes -- “

She's not sure if the door wasn't fastened or her knock was enough to jar the bar out of position, but the door swings open in front of her, and her jaw drops.

Working at a lingerie store, she's long ceased to be bothered by people's bodies. People of all sizes and shapes come through the store, and even if Amilyn, Paige, and Poe do most of the fitting help, she's still seen enough to make her used to the sight of strangers in next to nothing, especially with the more risque options they offer. She's been up close and personal with plenty of attractive men and women (even if that luck doesn't extend to her dating life). This man, however, takes her breath away.

He's tall, almost a head taller than her, which is no mean feat in her experience, and his outfit only emphasizes that, along with the sheer breadth of him. He'd been dressed in a fitted suit when he came in, clearly expensive and for the kind of job that could afford it. He still wears most of it now, shiny leather shoes, which she now realizes are boots, going up past his ankles and clinging to muscular calves. Dark, tight slacks, and a matching jacket hanging off wide shoulders, even though the shirt underneath has been removed. She can see clearly now that he hadn't been looking for something for a girlfriend or other partner, at least not directly. He has on a dark corset, leather stretched tight around his chest, the lines of the boning leading her eyes from where the garment hugs his hips and waist, the vee at the bottom accenting the seam of his pants, up the long stretch of his body, to where his brown, peaked nipples are just visible, teasing over the edge of the corset. His built pectorals are left bare. Rey swallows thickly. By the time her gaze reaches his face, framed by ridiculously lush black waves, bright red stains his cheeks, and she feels herself flushing in response.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn't mean…” She draws herself up and makes a valiant attempt at professionalism. “Do you need any help?” That suggestion immediately brings thoughts of her peeling him out of the corset, running her hands over his pale skin as its freed from the clinging material, and her blush grows in intensity. “I mean-”

“I'll be out in a moment?” he says in a slightly strangled tone.

She nods and looks down at her feet. “Great. Great! I'll be at the counter to check you out.”

Feeling the heat in her cheeks, she returns to her post. She spends the time waiting for him looking out into the mall, trying not to think too much about him taking the corset off, and willing her blush to go down.

He emerges from the fitting rooms a short while later, shirt regrettably back on, corset tucked under his arm. His cheeks are still pink, and when he leans over to put the corset on the counter, she sees the tips of his ears match where they peak from his beautiful hair.

“Will this be all?” she asks, sticking to the comfort of the script.

He raises an eyebrow at her. She flushes and scans the tag, then clears her throat. “I'm sorry about earlier; I didn't mean to barge in like that. You, um. This suits you really well. Good choice.” She knows she's turning red again, and he is too.

“Um. Thanks.”

“Your partner is very lucky,” she adds, cursing herself even as she says it.

“Oh, um, no. Just for me. Just to… enjoy it.”

She nods and tries to suppress the thrill in her chest at that information as she wraps the corset in tissue and puts in a bag. She gives him his total and he scans his card.

“I usually do this online,” he says, maybe trying to explain his discomfort. “But the fit…”

She nods understandingly. “That's always hard.” Then, with a sudden stroke of inspiration, “This looks like it fit… really well, we could order in other things in your size if you wanted to try them on here? You could get a better variety, and you can make sure they work for you before you commit.”

He looks at her in surprise and then nods slowly. “That would be -- nice. Thank you…?”

“Rey,” she says quickly. “Is there anything you'd like to order now, Mr. …?”

“Ben. Just Ben." He looks back at the store. “I didn't really think about that. Was kind of surprised you had anything to fit me, to be honest.” He considers for a moment. “Maybe something lighter?” He looks down at himself. “Most of my stuff is darker, could probably use some variety.” There's a hint of self depreciation in his voice. She nods, already pulling up the catalogue.

“Anything in particular you're looking for? Corsets, underwear, harnesses?”

He shifts on his feet, not quite meeting her eyes. “Um, any of those really. If you have anything you'd recommend?”

Her eyes grow wide. She can think of plenty of things she'd like to see him in. And he's letting her choose? “I can put together a small selection for you to see what you'd like?” she suggests.

“That'd be great,” he says, and she bites her lip, already imagining the possibilities.

“Okay, I'll put that together for you,” she says breathlessly. “It'll take a week or so for the order to get in, would you like to leave your number and I--we will call you when it's here?”

He pulls out a business card and hands it to her. “Cell, please.” She takes the card and adds the note, then adds his name when she notices the one on the card is “Kylo Ren".

“Thank you so much… Ben.”

He flashes a quick, odd sort of smile. “Thank you, Rey. I, er, look forward to hearing from you.” He finally takes the bag she's passed over to him and turns to leave, but not without a last backward glance. She knows she's smiling like an idiot, but she can't much care as Ben gives her that smiling press of his lips over his shoulder as he leaves. Even if this is probably not exactly how Amilyn would recommend getting new customers.

When he's out of sight, Rey turns back to the computer. She's got work to do.

[politicalmamaduck]

The Last Shot

Today is the two year anniversary of when I started posting this fic! Happy Birthday, Bri/ @the-reylo-void!

A Smuggler Ben Solo/Dark Side Rey arranged marriage fic for @the-reylo-void. Many thanks to @rapturousaurora for betaing, @cosetteskywalker for the above moodboards, and @aionimica for her drawing of Rey in her wedding dress!

Read it on AO3 here, and listen to the playlist here!

Chapter Twenty Seven: Balance | Chapter Twenty Six: Light to Meet | Chapter Twenty Five: Darkness Rising | Chapter Twenty Four: The Betrayal | Chapter Twenty Three: Stay | Chapter Twenty Two: The Storm | Chapter Twenty One: The Fulcrum | Chapter Twenty: In Darkness | Chapter Nineteen: Rey’s Dream | Chapter Eighteen: Jakku | Chapter Seventeen: The First Flashback | Chapter Sixteen: The Rendezvous | Chapter Fifteen: Tatooine | Chapter Fourteen: The First Mission | Chapter Thirteen: Goodbye to Naboo | Chapter Twelve: The Wedding Night | Chapter Eleven: The Aftermath | Chapter Ten: The Wedding | Chapter Nine: Naboo | Chapter Eight: The Time in Between | Chapter Seven: The Negotiations | Chapter Six: The Duel | Chapter Five: The Discovery | Chapter Four: The Bargain | Chapter Three: The Bounty | Chapter Two: The Meeting | Chapter One: The Treaty

The world in which Ben Solo woke up was bright, but artificially bright, unlike Tatooine’s binary suns causing the sands to shimmer. The unwary could easily believe they saw things in the desert, things living or dead. Whether or not those things were really there, one could not say. 

It was also quiet, save for the hums and beeps of machinery. Was he on a ship? He was alive, that was the most important thing, and no one was shooting at him for the moment. His head ached, but not as badly as it had on Tatooine. His body was sluggish and his vision still slightly blurred. He blinked a few times and raised his hands to see that they were, in fact, not bound, and noted the healing bruises on his wrists. 

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes once more. 

“The patient has awakened,” he heard a med droid say. He tried to open his mouth to respond, but the med droid was too quick, and injected him with something. He could feel himself slipping back into unconsciousness as he heard a female voice responding to the droid. His mother? His wife?

This time, he dreamed. He dreamed of a battle, with Rey by his side and at his back, their ‘sabers clashing against weapons in a red-tinged darkness. He dreamed of his mother, finally retired on Naboo, having Gatalentan tea with Aunt Amilyn and the Naberries. He dreamed of his uncle, training a new generation of Jedi. He dreamed of his father and Uncle Lando, laughing in the Falcon with Chewbacca. 

He dreamed he was happy. 

He could almost believe it, even though he knew it to be a dream. He felt as though he could swim on the tide of happiness, float in the healing waters as they pushed him to shore and into his loved ones’ outstretched arms.

The sun and the waves were soft, caressing him like a mother or a lover, bearing him along to safety. 

The Light had always been there, calling him, just as the Dark, but he needed to find it within himself, to embrace it as his own choice, rather than what his family or the galaxy demanded of him. 

And so did Rey. 

Rey, he thought. He wondered where she was, if she could forgive him for not telling her the extent of his communications with the Resistance. 

Rey, his beautiful, stubborn, fierce wife, who so badly wanted a family of her own and vengeance for the one she had lost. She was equal parts light and dark as he was, and she too in time would come to realize the balance required by the Force and forge her own path.

He hoped she would allow him to be there with her, by her side, as she figured it out for herself. 

The water upon which he was floating was not water, he belatedly realized in the haze of his dreams and thoughts. 

Ben opened his eyes again to find himself submerged in a bacta tank. The tank’s monitor started beeping loudly, and the medical droid hurried over to address it. If the droid were a human being, Ben was certain it would have sighed, for its patient seemed determined to awaken from sedation early. 

Ben could feel himself being propelled upward as the tank’s top was removed, and prepared himself for the removal from submersion. 

The medical droid helped him out of the tank and guided him to a nearby bed, and only then did he notice the woman sitting in a chair to the left of the bed, glaring at him. 

Rey. 

Ben situated himself in the bed, and the droid promised to come by with food. 

They were alone together, and Ben found he did not know how to begin, but Rey saved him the trouble.

“You took a long time to recover.”

“I’m ten years older than you, remember?”

“That doesn’t make you old. You wasted your Force potential for too long.”

“Yes, I know,” he replied, looking down at his hands. “Where exactly are we, anyway?”

“Your mother’s Resistance base. They weren’t exactly happy about me being here, but I think the look on my face and your condition caused them to keep quiet for the time being, except for that golden protocol droid.”

Ben smiled at the thought of C-3PO’s incessant fretting. “Oh dear, oh dear,” he deadpanned to mimic the droid, looking at Rey, hoping she would at least smile. 

She laughed, which turned quickly to another intense frown. “You should have told me about all this.”

“I know,” he repeated. “I am truly sorry, Rey.”

“You should be.” Her lower lip quivered. “I’m sorry too, Ben. I betrayed you, too.”

Ben was certainly not about to quibble with her word choice, not when she offered an apology after presumably saving his life. 

“But you saved me. Thank you,” he said, gently reaching out to her in the Force. She didn’t respond, but she didn’t push him away, either. 

She shook her head. “The Resistance got there first. I wanted to try to heal you myself, but they wouldn’t hear of it.”

“You know how to Force heal?” he asked, his eyebrows raised. It was said that the healing arts employed by dark side users came at a great price. 

She shook her head. “I meant with the supplies the Knights and I have, until we could get you to our hideout. Fionnuala is the best at Force healing, but she wasn’t there with me; only Falisa and Keeva were.” 

“You have a hideout?” he asked, his eyebrows raised once again. She sighed. “Of course we do. Hux’s troops and the Knights don’t always get along, and we’re not entitled to command troops or ships.” 

He nodded. While he would admit to being curious, the idea of being ensconced with the powerful, malevolent Knights of Ren and who-knew-what-else dark side relics in a location of their choosing would probably make even Luke Skywalker nervous, even if he hadn’t faced down temptation numerous times. 

Ben could still feel the nervous, chaotic, pernicious energy that had permeated the atmosphere on Jakku. It was something he was not inclined to repeat. 

“Thank you, though. For your apology and for attempting to rescue me. And coming here,” he added. He wondered who among the Resistance dared antagonize Rey.  

She shook her head again. “No, Ben. I’m the one who sent the bounty hunters after you.”

In that instant, Ben Solo’s carefully constructed world--and vials of medicine sitting on the nearby table--shattered.

[assortedfruitsnacks212]

I miss you, Tumblr! + Life update on stuff and things

Heyyyyy everyone. I figured it was high time I made a proper post talking about, well, everything that’s happened since I stopped posting so much. I don’t like that I disappeared - this site was where I discovered Reylo and made some truly awesome friends. So I want to stick around, you know? And I do hope to come back more often from now on. It’s just hard juggling so many social media platforms...

But ANYWAY. I promised an update, so here we go.

1. I’m moving across the country!

That’s right ladies and gents, I’m fleeing the New Jersey coop for my old hometown of Huntsville, AL. 

Why, you ask? Well, Huntsville is very much a city of the future. As the home of NASA's Marshall Space Flight Center (where they built the Saturn V rockets!) Huntsville has earned the well-deserved moniker "Rocket City USA." It's also undergoing a huge economic boom, which has led to a thriving arts community.

New Jersey? Eh.

I'm tired of just treading water and not making headway toward my dreams. I’ll talk about those dreams a bit more in this post. Needless to say, they’re very, very important to me.

So I'm not settling anymore. In August/September, I'm packing up shop and heading down south. It's the start of something new, and I can’t wait.

2. I started a Patreon for my passion project, and it’s going well <3

My passion project, The Oracle Fragment, has been the one thing I’ve returned to over and over again for the past 10+ years. Late last year I decided to step up my commitment by starting a Patreon. I’ve only done a soft launch so far, and I’m already at 38 Patrons :) It’s been a rewarding month!

My official launch is scheduled for Wednesday, February 27. I’ll be celebrating with a Twitch stream with fun games, sketch requests, and maybe a little giveaway ;) The stream starts at 9pm EST. Let me know if you want to come - as you know, I take Reylo requests ;)

3. I’ve returned to my roots: pencil drawing!

A friend of mine convinced me to do some traditional drawing again, and I’m so glad he did. I’d forgotten how lovely it is to put pencil to paper. Also, I know I’m far better at it than I am at digital sketching. So I’m gonna let myself indulge a bit - and maybe even find a way to marry my pencil art TO my digital art. People do it all the time, I hear ;)

People who are waiting on commissions: if you want me to sketch your ideas traditionally, shoot me a message and let’s talk about it! If I do a pencil sketch for you, I can actually mail it to you OR to the friend of your choice. Shipping is free! (unless it’s international in which case we’ll discuss it) @reylorianlovechild @immortalpen @faithren @rebelrebelreylo @jesssssah

4. I’m putting my art in local stores

My favorite stores in Woodstown, Barney Loves Books and the Woodstown Coffee Shop and Bakery, have agreed to let me display my art on their premises. I’m REALLY excited and also a little overwhelmed :) I’m gonna start small, with just a basket of prints and originals... BUT who knows where it could go from here :) 

If you’re in the Woodstown area, come take a look sometime! Woodstown is about 40 minutes away from Philadelphia. As a bonus, we could even meet - just message me and we’ll go get coffee from the bakery!

5. I’m raising money for Star Wars Celebration

I bought Saturday passes for my husband and me some time ago. Now it’s time for me to either (A) raise the money for travel and lodging, or (B) sell the tickets to someone else. :p For a while I was leaning toward just selling them, but hell, it would be SO nice to go, if only for a day! So I’m going to give it a shot. Keep an eye out for commission openings (once my current ones are finished) and other cool stuff!

6. I’m doing more portrait work

Again, this is all because my friends and family convinced me to... BUT I’ve decided to make a whole-assed attempt at making my portrait work a thing. I’m printing up brochures to display with my art, and I’ve revamped my listings on Etsy.

Portraits are my strongest point, after all. There’s something about the human face that utterly enchants me, and people tell me I have the ability to capture the subject’s heart and soul on paper. I’ve decided to believe them. :)

If you’ve been thinking about commissioning a portrait of a friend, family member, or other loved one (including fictional loves *coughKylocough*), you can go to my Etsy here, or just message me here on Tumblr.

Speaking of Etsy...

7. I’m adding lots more stuff to my Etsy store

I haven’t done much with Etsy since last summer, and it’s time I fixed that. Over the weekend, I FINALLY added a print option for Elf lord Kylo Ren (!!), and I’m about to add merch for him, too. Oh, and I just ordered fine art prints of Elven Kylo and Hades and Persephone Reylo so I can put out hand-embellished versions of them!! That’s where I paint on the prints with gold or silver so they look extra shiny and pretty. You can see a pic of my embellished Art Nouveau Padme here.

Other plans I have for my Etsy: 

- add pillow inserts to my custom pillows - add MORE fanart - add MORE originals

If you have ideas for other things I can add to my Etsy, please let me know! Especially if it’s Reylo things ;) 

8. I’m starting a regular Twitch stream with an art/storytelling focus

I’ve wanted to be a Twitch streamer for a long time, but I could never figure out what to do, exactly. Just recently, inspiration hit me like a bolt of lightning:

I want my stream to be all about storytelling.

Life gets crazy, depressing, and devoid of magic sometimes. I want to bring a little of that magic back by creating an intentional space outside of daily life for imagination and exploration. Dreaming, brainstorming, chasing plot bunnies, painting, sketching, talking deep subjects, and playing games - these will all be welcome activities in my magic circle. So if that sounds good to you, come make magic with me <3

My inaugural stream will be Saturday, February 23 at noon EST. After that, I hope to stream at least 3 times a week in the afternoons.

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As for Reylo stuff...

Believe me, though I’ve been absent from Tumblr, I’ve never, EVER stopped thinking about Reylo. And I haven’t forgotten about any of my ongoing Reylo fics and projects!

I’ll make a separate post about that, though. I’ve talked your ear off quite enough for one post ;)

I’ve missed you all. If the urge strikes you, PLEASE come and see hi. I’d love to hear from you!

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[rj-anderson]

scarvenartist replied to your post: I am in the oddest place creatively right now. On...

*draws hearts all around your novella* I really can’t wait to see it after revisions and in published form! (And the cover art was the most fun I have ever had on a project to date. :D) Anyway, I am glad your writing break has been good for you, but also hoping you receive answers to resolve the creative limbo soon!

(And to @rosamundhodge and @aionimica for your kind words as well!)

[aionimica]

Guess what finally came?? My reylo-inspired lanyard design finally came in and they're finally up for sale!

Any of them that are sold before April 1,I can 100% guarantee shipping before Celebration too :)

sold on etsy

[aionimica]

a birthday gift to @kylorenaissance, inspired by that ballroom scene from Across the Stars

happy birthday!

do not repost without my permission

instagram pillowfort

[aionimica]

Her eyes are so bright as she begins to circle him.  It’s like he can hear everything again—the music, the whispering wind, the distant river where he’d first met her, first kissed her, first made love to her—but mostly he hears the way his own heart is thudding in his chest as she revolves around him, like the earth around the sun—except that’s wrong.  

If one of them is the blazing, lifegiving star...

...it’s Rey, not him.  

from Yichud, by the incomparable @shmisolo  

this fic did a number on me, to the point where I can’t stop thinking about it even a day and a painting later. it’s amazing and beautiful and i can’t think of enough words to describe it, it’s that good. and i just wanted to make them shine like stars

[aionimica]

the softest kiss. (and autumn killed summer)

[aionimica]

Inktober Day 3: “O Captain, My Captain.”

In honor of Chris Evans hanging up the shield and wrapping on Avengers 4. Wishing you much luck and rest my friend ❤️

[aionimica]

Inktober Day 4 aka Power Couple

[aionimica]

Reylo sketch time-lapse

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So this simple sketch was actually really hard to get right. This is a completely new pose and angle for me, so getting some of the more important details like the eyes right was really hard, but good practice! I still need to work on shading and lighting. Still a lot to learn there

See the final image here

[aionimica]

IM ACTUALLY PLEASED WITH THIS WIP WTF

[aionimica]

Another belated WIP Wednesday?

They want to suck your blood