In my opinion, Ben isn’t training Rey here. They’re training togetherfor something.
Ben and Rey are equals. Rey doesn’t need a teacher, she needs a partner—and that’s what Ben will be for her.
Someone at the subreddit StarWarsSpeculation theorized that the unused concept art from TFA where Rey slices up a Star Destroyer from an X Wing is now being used for TRoS.
Here’s what it would look like after she slices it up,
So this makes perfect sense to me that this is what they’re training for. It explains why the lightsaber is ignited and why they would have to train because of how difficult something like this would be to pull off.
After reading Force Bond 3 I just had to draw all my favs so far! If you havent read @kittandchips ’s series you’re missing out BIG TIME read it here
Coruscant school uniform hugely inspired by @sithness depiction, her amazing Luke can be seen here
These are amazing! Your colors and shading and everything just … they jump right off the screen. Aw Luke and Ben best buddies. And Armith doing karaoke. Love it so so much.
Ben Solo was the epitome of an Alpha Male. Tall and strong, with a body that looked like Michaelangelo’s David, carved out of solid marble. He was solid and in control, commanding respect by his very presence. He had proven himself to be a lethal killing machine in Iraq. His new job at NYPD SVU, put him in touch with his nuturing side, especially toward women that had been abused. He could never understand how someone could harm their own mate, when all he had ever dreamed about was finding his.
Hey guys. This is my entry for the FB AO3 Challenge. I spun Modern AU crossover.
Reblogging because I’ve decided to add a few more chapters. Chapter 2 is up on AO3 and Wattpad.
Sample:
His scent was everywhere. He smelled like the forest and copper and something uniquely his own. The smell of home. She had waited for this man, fought off a barrage of pushy Alphas. She was glad she did.
She wanted more than anything to smell like him, so that she was more his. She rubbed her cheek on his neck and placed a tiny kiss on the scent gland just below his ear. She was shocked by the jolt of pleasure that surged through her body.
Ben Solo was the epitome of an Alpha Male. Tall and strong, with a body that looked like Michaelangelo’s David, carved out of solid marble. He was solid and in control, commanding respect by his very presence. He had proven himself to be a lethal killing machine in Iraq. His new job at NYPD SVU, put him in touch with his nuturing side, especially toward women that had been abused. He could never understand how someone could harm their own mate, when all he had ever dreamed about was finding his.
Hey guys. This is my entry for the FB AO3 Challenge. I spun Modern AU crossover.
Reblogging because I’ve decided to add a few more chapters. Chapter 2 is up on AO3 and Wattpad.
Sample:
His scent was everywhere. He smelled like the forest and copper and something uniquely his own. The smell of home. She had waited for this man, fought off a barrage of pushy Alphas. She was glad she did.
She wanted more than anything to smell like him, so that she was more his. She rubbed her cheek on his neck and placed a tiny kiss on the scent gland just below his ear. She was shocked by the jolt of pleasure that surged through her body.
Originally I was planning to share this one later as a part of my upcoming epIX “serie ”…something to bright up these difficult days…Stay strong everyone!
It’s quiet, finally.
Not just in the Falcon, not just in their bed, not just in the warmth and security of her arms.
But quiet…everywhere.
No longer does he have insidious whispers in his mind. The voices once so difficult to differentiate from his own.
Those voices of evil. Of hate. The ones that pushed and prodded him for his entire life into a reluctant existence of howling rage.
He’d always begged for silence. To be free of the burden of those voices, those pernicious and malevolent things.
He’d always known how good it would feel, the quiet.
Had always imagined how sweet and how right it would be.
What he hadn’t anticipated, couldn’t have possibly known, was the sheer perfection, this painfully poignant tenderness, of experiencing it in the arms of someone he loved.
Originally I was planning to share this one later as a part of my upcoming epIX “serie ”…something to bright up these difficult days…Stay strong everyone!
It’s quiet, finally.
Not just in the Falcon, not just in their bed, not just in the warmth and security of her arms.
But quiet…everywhere.
No longer does he have insidious whispers in his mind. The voices once so difficult to differentiate from his own.
Those voices of evil. Of hate. The ones that pushed and prodded him for his entire life into a reluctant existence of howling rage.
He’d always begged for silence. To be free of the burden of those voices, those pernicious and malevolent things.
He’d always known how good it would feel, the quiet.
Had always imagined how sweet and how right it would be.
What he hadn’t anticipated, couldn’t have possibly known, was the sheer perfection, this painfully poignant tenderness, of experiencing it in the arms of someone he loved.
Reblogging again because 1) the artwork is breathtaking by itself and 2) the words by @delia-pavorum are beautifully paired with it and together they feed my soul.
Originally I was planning to share this one later as a part of my upcoming epIX “serie ”…something to bright up these difficult days…Stay strong everyone!
It’s quiet, finally.
Not just in the Falcon, not just in their bed, not just in the warmth and security of her arms.
But quiet…everywhere.
No longer does he have insidious whispers in his mind. The voices once so difficult to differentiate from his own.
Those voices of evil. Of hate. The ones that pushed and prodded him for his entire life into a reluctant existence of howling rage.
He’d always begged for silence. To be free of the burden of those voices, those pernicious and malevolent things.
He’d always known how good it would feel, the quiet.
Had always imagined how sweet and how right it would be.
What he hadn’t anticipated, couldn’t have possibly known, was the sheer perfection, this painfully poignant tenderness, of experiencing it in the arms of someone he loved.
“On Takodana, Skywalker’s lightsaber called to Rey, who experienced a Force vision. She rejected this call to destiny, but was captured by the dark side warrior Kylo Ren, with whom she shared a strange connection.”
“As Rey’s force abilities grew, so did her mysterious connection with Kylo – somehow they could hear and see each other across millions of light-years. To Rey’s surprise, Kylo no longer tried to hide his hurt and pain from her – and he suggested that the story of how he’d betrayed Luke Skywalker wasn’t as simple as Rey had been lead to believe.”
This clearly insinuates that there was something special between the two characters from the moment they met. Based on this information and the scene on Crait where Rey is on the Falcon and Kylo is giving her puppy dog eyes - another force bond moment - which takes place after Snoke has died, it becomes obvious that the force bond probably started the moment that they met on Takodana or during the interrogation scene in TFA when they are pushing into each other’s minds.
Snoke might have been very powerful with the force, but I doubt that he was truly responsible for their strong “mysterious connection.” We see you, Snake Snoke, you lying bastard.
Summary: Rey and Kylo Ren share a night of passion and intimacy with the power of their Force Bond
Excerpt:
One night in a blur of days, Kylo Ren shifted uneasily in his bed, tossing and turning. He rolled to his side, and his large arm bumped into a form.
A sigh and a soft snore.
He flinched awake. He was still in his quarters, but he was not alone.
It was her. It was Rey. She slept on her side, no blanket. Wherever she was, it must have been warm enough that she didn’t need it.
She was dressed simply: her off-white sleeveless shirt, her calf length pants. She was barefoot, her belt and torso scarf elsewhere, beyond his sight.
A breeze gently blew her hair from where she lay. It wasn’t from the stale air of his chambers: she must have been outside or somewhere similar.
Not for the first time, Kylo wondered to himself why the Force was connecting them, especially when they were sleeping. Well, while she was sleeping. Kylo never rested soundly enough to sleep properly.
Or perhaps he was sleeping, and this was all a dream…
