Rise Up, Oh Heart, For There is Another Battle to Win

Shattered Glass and Sandstorms

words-writ-in-starlight:

An AU with Rey as part of the First Order, based on this photoset by the immensely talented @greyjoyss.  In case you were curious, this is why I ask for short prompts, because this is SUPER LONG and got WILDLY OUT OF HAND.  Crossposted to my AO3 here.

She isn’t a Skywalker—or maybe she is.  She can’t remember, so does it matter?  She is herself.

Her mothers scream when she’s born.  Her human mother screams in effort and pain. The other screams in ecstasy, and somewhere in the galaxy the last Jedi’s flesh-and-blood hand shakes as the Force writhes with the birth of a new sun.  To the eyes of the minimally Force-sensitive nurse, the baby girl is wreathed in starlight, her wide and tearless eyes wandering over things unseen.

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Friendly reminder that I wrote this and I’m exceptionally smug about it, y’all.

raptorific:

the main reason I can’t buy the “rey is anakin skywalker reincarnated” theory is that I can’t accept that anakin skywalker’s soul could exist on another sand planet for 15 years without immediately going to the dark side

Honestly Luke wouldn’t even blame him.

(via suzukiblu)

Anonymous asked: Okay so: Rey, as the result of a midi-chlorian pregnancy. I have no idea what this means but it lines up with some parallels to Anakin: good with building things, extremely strong with the force, etc

suzukiblu:

The Force: Okay, Luke, so I know my LAST Chosen One didn’t really work out for the galaxy and also you in particular and in fact is STILL kind of not working out for the galaxy and ESPECIALLY you in particular, but listen, hear me out here: a female pilot who’s good with droids with a big fucking stick just fucking WRECKING everybody. Everybody, all the time. Just fucking beating the SHIT out of them. 

Luke Skywalker: I LOVE IT. 

The Force: Good because I already made her, she’ll be here in like three days for Jedi training, TREAT MY BABY/YOUR NEW AUNTIE GOOD. BYYYYYE LUKE YOU’RE THE BEST. 

Okay, but let’s just take a moment to relish the mental image of Kylo Ren’s face if he ever found out that, fuck being Darth Vader’s grandson, Rey is Anakin Skywalker’s Force-begotten sister.

Shattered Glass and Sandstorms

An AU with Rey as part of the First Order, based on this photoset by the immensely talented @greyjoyss.  In case you were curious, this is why I ask for short prompts, because this is SUPER LONG and got WILDLY OUT OF HAND.  Crossposted to my AO3 here.

She isn’t a Skywalker—or maybe she is.  She can’t remember, so does it matter?  She is herself.

Her mothers scream when she’s born.  Her human mother screams in effort and pain. The other screams in ecstasy, and somewhere in the galaxy the last Jedi’s flesh-and-blood hand shakes as the Force writhes with the birth of a new sun.  To the eyes of the minimally Force-sensitive nurse, the baby girl is wreathed in starlight, her wide and tearless eyes wandering over things unseen.

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hollandlolland asked: Prompt: Finn/Poe taking Rey to a green planet bc she loves that shit but they're not flora/fauna experts so when she starts trying weird stuff (running through the bush, trying to figure out what's edible, etc) they don't know what to do

Yes, absolutely, Rey on green planets is my new favorite thing.  Also, if you didn’t expect this to be pre-OT3, you should have.  Also, this is my first time writing these three, so be gentle with me.

“Oh, Force,” Rey breathed, turning on her heel, neck craned back and mouth open in delight.  The trees towered over the Falcon, the sunlight filtering green-gold through the leaves and dappling the ship and its passengers in faint shadows.  Poe watched her spin, her arms out and her head thrown back, and tried not to think too much.  “Look at them!  How do they get so big without falling over?” she asked, looking at Poe with wide, curious eyes.  

He grinned, hands stuffed in the pockets of his new jacket–he’d gotten his old one repaired while Finn was in a coma, and the swathe of red material replacing the lightsaber damage had made the ex-Trooper beam at him.  “Hey, I’m a flyboy, not a botanist.  I don’t pay attention to trees unless they’re in my way.”

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wildehacked:

deputychairman:

niamhermind:

sharpestrose:

mercy-misrule:

what i want from the finn/poe, finn/rey and finn/rey/poe side of star wars fandom

less weirdly sugary fluff pieces

more working with the fact that its poe is a mouthy risk taker who will throw himself into danger

that finn is quick and clever and willing to do hard things for the right thing, even when it terrifies him

that rey has eaten a dude. i mean, ok no, but she’s so fucking scrappy and vicious and kind. She’s a lot of things all the time.

I don’t know I just want more variety in the stories told about them

and that, as @sharpestrose said, all three of these people would steal a car with the littlest of provocations. don’t just slot them into ‘innocent fluffy bunnies with sad backstories’

all three of them are scrappy as hell, and its delightful

They pretty much do all steal cars in the course of the film. Finn steals two.

Like they had good cause and all but still. 

Finn breaks, as far as he has been taught all his life, a terrorist out of military prison. They steal the fastest car they can find and blow up as much shit as they can on their way out. They total the car immediately. He starts several fights in a local marketplace, meets a girl in those fights and they immediately steal her bosses antique car. They meet a con man while he is stealing what he claims is his antique car from them. They sick killer monsters on his justifiably angry customers and hitch a ride with him. He knows someone who can hook them up with another stolen car. Things don’t quite work out when Finn turns down a job offer and they are only saved from Finns old boss by the old dude’s old lady who seems to be running a chop shop come revolutionary army. Finns first friend is a hoon in his shiny black muscle car. They blow up pretty much everywhere they go after that.

Rebellion, resistance, violent revolution, baby! Bring it on!

I love all of this, but also let me beam with pride and love and say that I am

ALWAYS HERE FOR REY EATING A DUDE.