Rey sketch, back when I still liked Star Wars (right after TLJ and before TROS). She looks tired. Probably because of all the stupid criticism we all had to endure at the time.
Rian Johnson, I love you forever!! Thanks for the best Star Wars ever!
someone should write poe being jealous that bb8 has been choosing to spend more time with Rey than him. (Tho who can blame them? Rey is awesome)
(In no particular order)
1. Katniss Everdeen (The Hunger Games; aromantic asexual)
2. Jo March (Little Women [2019]; aromantic asexual)
3. Luke Crain (The Haunting of Hill House; aromantic asexual)
4. Luna Lovegood (Harry Potter; panromantic asexual)
5. Elsa (Frozen; aromantic asexual)
6. Stanford Pines (Gravity Falls; aromantic heterosexual)
7. Sherlock Holmes (Sherlock; aromantic asexual)
8. Rey (Star Wars; grayromantic graysexual)
9. Arya Stark (Game of Thrones; aromantic heterosexual)
10. Spock (Star Trek; aromantic graysexual (cause of pon farr))
Snippet from installment number nine of my Doctor Who/Star Wars crossover series. Rey tries to do Force sense things. It doesn’t quite work.
Rey couldn’t help a smile as she stepped out after the others, feet crunching in the leaves. She closed her eyes for a moment and drew in a deep breath, listening to the wind rustling in the leaves, the birds chirping…
Something hummed beneath the forest. She could feel the sap flowing through the trees like a heartbeat, the roots worming their way downward, everything quivering with life. A presence, like something living, swirling around her and through the trees like a twisting vine.
Like water flowing through a crack.
Her eyes popped open and she blinked, shaking her head as if to clear it. The forest seemed oddly empty, as if something had shifted around her. Her foot crunched on leaves, and she realized suddenly that the TARDIS sat a good twenty feet behind her. She’d been walking this whole time, as if pulled by a magnet.
She wasn’t sure where the rest of the group had gone, but they could find their own way. The last time she’d gotten a sense like this, it had led her to information. She closed her eyes again and focused. Her foot moved forward a little, and she took a testing step. The shifting, swirling presence tugged at her, and she took another step.
And slammed face-first into the rough bark of a tree.
She stumbled backward with a little cry, swiping dirt off her cheek. Her nose throbbed and she thought she felt a stinging cut.
She huffed. Lesson learned. Eyes open next time.
The Kyrjia, the Huntsman and his keeper…
I couldn‘t stop drawing the wounderful imagery @mssr-cellophane painted in their amazing Stormpilot fic ‚The Huntsman‘ (here on AO3), with Finn, Rose, Jannah and Rey as an etheral forest beings. And Poe. I mean who needs sleep?
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