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Been a while since the last time I posted here. I think I took some good distance from this fandom and maybe that's it, the end. So I wanted to repost one of the sweetest things as a goodbye!

Thanks to everyone who supported me on this blog, my silly fanfics and drawings and posts and everything!

I had a great time here and I'm forever grateful!

Babaaaay

xoxo

I want a love like this …

#farewall fandom #love ya all

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A question to every fanfic writer/reader

Please where can I find fics with any Adam Driver character but that is not based on romance and doesn't contain sexual content?

Your recommendations are welcome and much needed <3

Tagging @morby T_T

#fanfic help #help message #fandom #adam driver #fanfic

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From The Edge of the Deep Green Sea

Updated 13/08/2021

Chapter One - The Bacon Debate

Chapter Two - Going Underground

Chapter Three - 'Peace - Burial at Sea 1842'

Chapter Four - Jumping Someone Else's Train

Chapter Five - Just Say Yes Dad

Chapter Six - I am The Walrus

Chapter Seven - Shake Dog Shake

Chapter Eight - Sugar Girl

Chapter Nine - Never Enough

Chapter Ten - Ya Mama Ya Mama Ya Mama

tagging -

@noocturnalchild @wayward-rose @clydesducktape @a-true-janian-reply @mollysolo

Any one else like a tag just drop me a dm

#<3 <3 <3

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Long time no see :)

Adam Sackler art for ya.

#my art #adam driver #adam sackler #fanart

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Me: Writes for ten seconds, takes hours long breaks, comes back to write for another two seconds, takes more breaks. “This fic has got to be at least five thousand words long already.”

Word count: 456

#meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

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Kelly Bastow, aka Moosekleenex on Etsy

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This is not a Masterlist

Since masterlists are a thing, I’ll start one here ! 

I’m not a prolific writer, but I’ll try to keep all my writing accessible for you guys and update here ! 

Adam Sackler 

Roommates to lovers AU one shots : 

* Brooklyn, 3am 

* I’ve always known

*Come to Bed 

*Milk and Sweat 

Clyde Logan 

* A Perfectly Normal Weekend

Francisco Garupe 

* Good Morning, Father 

Chapter 1,  Chapter 2

* Sealed In Marble 

Chapter 1 ,  Chapter 2 ,  Chapter 3 ,  Chapter 4 ,  Chapter 5 ,  Chapter 6 ,  Chapter 7 ,  Chapter 8 , chapter 9

* Lay Down in the Tall Grass 

Adam ( Not Waving But Drowning) 

* Recessed Lights 

Chapter 1 ,  Chapter 2

Flip Zimmerman 

* Blind 

Paterson 

* Of Thieves and Poets 

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 

Charlie Barber 

* A quick Escalation 

Ben Solo 

* A ruined Movie Night 

#selfreblog #masterlist #adam driver fanfic

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Sealed In Marble - Chapter 9

So, back from the LONG hiatus, please accept my humble chapter 9 of this fic ( that I really wish i can finish, one day)

Warning: mention of death and sickness

Jean’s last cries of agony reverberated in the sticky evening air. Only a scorched silhouette hung lifelessly on the menacing, tall stick now. Croaks of frustrated ravens were already heard. Attracted by the burnt flesh stench, they folded their threatening wings, black burial gowns.

Rodrigues, eyes motionless in terror, was the last to leave the place, long after the last prelate folded his black robe and clacked his sandals away from the terrible sight.

Sweet, young Jean.

Burned on the stick alone. They didn’t even respond to his request to find death with her. Sweet young Jean, harvested honey like no one could, played with the kids on the streets, arrived late to prayers, always sweating and a smile eternally plastered on his face.

Jean’s calcinated bones were laid in a nameless grave. Neither Rodrigues’ supplications nor Garupe’s prayers prevented this from happening. Jean was dead, excommunicated and refused Christian prayers, and Francisco couldn’t help but think that it was him that should have been in his place. It was a sign from above, a message of sorts, wasn’t it? And he didn’t deserve it. Why should it be Jean? His sign?

But the ways of the Lord are inscrutable.

They cornered him in the young maiden’s bed. A little being called Moira, pale limbs and watery dark eyes. She was questioned first; it was easier and shorter. She was no one. One-day trial. She was burned for the triple crime of fornication, witchcraft, and apostasy. He avowed under torture, nothing that the claws and pincers of the Holy Inquisition couldn’t make you admit. He had been found guilty for complicity and his sentence came a week later.

God was sending him gifts and Jean to the gallows.

As he was resting his head on plushy pillows, having the best physicians attend to his wounds, and a visit from the bishop himself, while he was covered in praise and admiration, while his name was repeated with esteem and respect, Jean’s skin was licked by fire, his name crossed off the book of heavens.

Why had God sent him his salvation in his way from sin, and refused Jean the same treatment?

Was it part of His greater plan or was it just a theater in the playground of fate, him, Jean, his brothers… even Clarissa, all minions in the cruel hands of…God.

Clarissa.

Garupe silenced her name from his thoughts for the umpteenth time.

In the humid darkness of his cell, inflicted with the pain of loss and the sting of his wounds, the splendors of her bed seemed like a faraway dream he only dreamt once.

As the college was still heaving with agitation after the news of Jean’s condemnation reached the brothers’ ears, Garupe in his sickbed was restless for other reasons. The bishop in consultation with the Vatican was about to nominate new prelates to send to the New World, and his name popped up repeatedly, and concerningly, in the seminary's long, cold corridors.

*

The days following Jean’s death, and the start of the New World delegation rumors, for all his attempts, Francisco couldn’t find sleep.

To the pain of fever, added the woes of heartache.

Every fiber of his body was aching. His hands were trembling as they found support on the humid granite of the dormitory’s narrow corridors. The gothic arches seemed to close on him as his fingernails scratched the muddy, green lichens of the walls.

Sinner! They seemed to cry: disgrace, apostate, hypocrite!

He closed his eyes, tears ravaging his face, as his sobs reverberated and echoed in the long thin gallery, covered in darkness.

A shiver of fear seeped in Garupe’s soul, as he imagined demonic shapes lurking in the corners, smirking viciously at his fall, closer to him than the divine presence now. He swore he could feel and smell their rot. His nostrils flared, eyes shut closed; he creased his already sweaty night clothes tightly between his fingers, and curled his big, long shape in the crook of a pillar. To anyone passing by, he would have seemed like a mad man, a soul broken and shattered in dark unknown realms, lost to God.

Wasn’t he?

It was a chilly night for summer, his brothers wouldn’t be long to join the prayer room. They would see him eventually, but Garupe couldn’t mind less. He wanted to scream at them, scream at God of his sins, open his arms and display himself so they could cut them open. Let the sinner’s blood flow, let the sinner’s blood purify his faults. Let the sinner bleed, bleed, bleed and leave this world for he is unworthy.

It should be him too, with Jean. Sweet, young Jean. His angelic face smiled in the dark, earth between the crook of his teeth. He was coming to him. Why was he his sign?

Garupe!

He thought he heard the raspy, guttural voice of a demon, coming for him at last to drag him to hell, there where he belonged.

Indeed, weren’t those his cold claws scratching his back, tearing his clothes off him, exposing his sin, his shame…? Unworthy.

“Garupe!”

Father Rodrigues was on his knees, rubbing his brother’s back and arms vigorously. Garupe was freezing, covered in cold sweat, ragged breaths left his shivering, cracked lips, along with trails of unintelligible words.

“Garupe, what happened? Can you hear me? Francisco?! Brother!”

“Un-worthy, I’m unworthy … go away, don’t touch me, don’t- do-n’t…” Garupe tried to breathe, but he choked on his words, as sobs strangled his lungs. He was suffocating.

“Garupe, stand brother, I’m calling father José, you need rest, you need water… Oh God, just wait for me here…”

Garupe couldn’t utter another word as his vision fogged, the last thing he felt was a muffled pain as his head hit the rough floor stones. Then nothing but cold darkness.

#fan fic #sealed in marble #father garupe #francisco garupe x you #religious guilt #death #angst #my fic #adam driver fanfiction #adam driver

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Adam Driver in The Last Duel

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This is an Early Renaissance painting and it belongs in the Louvre.

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My first oil portrait, so of course it's got to be my favorite face. 💕

A 7-minute process video is up on my YouTube channel here!

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We’ve fashioned a world, a world, built just for you. A tale of songs and fury, with no taboo. [x]

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<3

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My latest " quickies" :p

#my art #adam driver #speed paint #portrait #adam driver fan art #fan art #fan art digital #digital art noob #adam driver fan

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@morby T___________T

You went all the way and wrote a full review on my little silly story? I don't know what to say. That ... really makes me feel a certain way.

So let make it simple :

^^ THANK YOUUUUUUUUUUUU ^^

mucho love.

A Ruined Movie Night

pairing : Modern!Ben Solo X Modern!Rey

Rated : Teens and up

Word count : 1K

No warnings. Just small silly writing...

This is the first piece I write for this fandom...

Hi I'm back... dunno XD

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“Can I sit by your side, Ben?”

Rey tried to make it sound as casual as she could manage, and she regretted even asking. She could just take her seat casually by his side, like friends do, after all, didn’t she?

“I charge by the hour”

He seemed unbothered, face focused on the action scene that broke out suddenly and she took advantage of his moment of inattention to move carefully on his side of the sofa.

“Prick, move your ass.”

Ben swallowed as she sat beside him. She was wearing that sweater he liked so much. With the three buttons on the back, starting from the collar down her neck. They were so tempting, these little three buttons, like round little candies wrapped in mauve, begging to be popped.

Ben aggressively dumped a handful of kettle corn in his mouth.

“Easy, angry bear! We haven’t even made It to the first half of the movie. Think about your smaller forest raccoon friend.” She leaned to grab some popcorn from the box on his lap and he ducked, swiftly lifting the box out of her reach, hiding it behind the sofa arm.

“Raccoons are cocky thieves, they say.”

“Bullshit !” She shouted, “They are the most ado-“

“Hey! Look, you made me miss how they blow up that ship!” Ben’s scream was tainted with laugher. “Can’t you keep still for a moment? Jesus!”

“And they are cute! AND you are definitely the one ALWAYS fidgeting in your seat! If my sofa could talk, I’m sure it would fill salty complaints against your flat ass!”

“My flat what?!” Ben mumbled curses under his breath.

“I can HEAR you.”

“I know.” he smiled.

They fell into a comfortable silence again, before Ben put the popcorn box in her lap, casually not moving his hand off.

“Just a precaution, forest thief.”

She gave him a faux dirty side look, followed by a lopsided smile as they refocused on the space opera playing on the screen.

Warmth flooded Rey’s space and she relaxed, limbs limp and head empty, lids heavy with sleepy comfort. His hand and technically, half of his arm were still on her lap. Damn, the man was warmer than her central heating. She wondered if he was conscious, or if people noticed. If his other friends teased him about it, if his exes…she chastised the latter thought, and corrected her stance. She was leaning a bit too much into his shoulder, she noticed as a dull pain started to numb the nape of her neck.

Rey tried to crack her neck a number of times, wincing at the pain that didn’t seem to lessen, but to increase. She sighed in discomfort, touching the painful place to find it ice cold. Fuck her premature cervical arthrosis.

“You alright?” Ben seemed to watch her for a while now.

“Yeah, just a light neck pain, 8 hours at Plutt’s do that to you.”

“Doesn’t seem to be light, to me.”

“I told you it’s ok.”

“No, it’s not, look at your face, your wince looks like a that of middle age martyr on a burning stick!”

“History nerd. I don’t look like that.”

“A constipated raccoon then.”

“Ok, I have arthrosis.”

“What?”

“As I told you, dumbass.”

“Are you 80 or something?”

“You idiot, it has nothing to do-“

“I know, I know that wasn’t funny. Where does it hurt?” Ben paused the movie.

“The nape of my neck, mostly…”

“It worsens when it’s cold huh?”

“Yes, exactly, and today was just…”

“Yeah, let me check if we forgot one of the windows open or something.”

“Yeah fine.” She winced again at the loss of heat when he moved to check the windows.

When Ben came back, he found her literally crumpled on herself, arms wrapping around her and shivering.

“What? I leave you one second and you transform into a snail?”

“Fuck you Solo.”

“Closed the kitchen window. You’re welcome.” Ben flopped down back into the sofa beside her, making her bounce in her place.

“Slow, I’m sick.”

“It’s your neck that’s hurtin’ not your ass- You fucking finished the popcorn!” He exclaimed at the empty box lying neglectfully now at her feet and she shrugged, not sorry the slightest.

“I’d crack you neck good if it wasn’t already fucked.”

“You’re rude!”

“Let me finish the movie, you should too.”

A few minutes later …

“Feelin’ any better?” Ben paused the movie again.

What a ruined movie night, Rey thought as she shook her head, eyeing the empty second popcorn box. In the end, none of them was really focused on the events anymore.

“Nah, to be honest. I’m so done.” She sighed.

“You should try heat patches.” Ben talked seriously now, concern visible in his chocolate eyes.

“Too tired to go and try this now, just wanna zone out on that couch when the movie is over, eugh.”

She slumped further onto the cushions. her cheeks were so red, and her hair all tousled and messy and he found himself staring and starring, a bubble of tenderness swelling in his chest at the sight before him.

“Ok, we can try something else…” words fled his mouth before he could catch them.

“Liiiike?” She pinched her brows, confused.

Ben showed her his hand.

“I… don’t… understand” she said slowly. Ben sighed, a pretty blush raised to his cheeks. In the faint light coming from the Tv, he hoped it wasn’t that obvious.

“Can …can I put my hand on the nape of your neck?”

Rey was dumbstruck for a second or two, looking at him with round eyes and Ben felt so stupid, the stupidest he felt for a while, to say the truth.

“Please?”

No, now he felt like the dumbest creature in the galaxy.

What kind of earthly idiot would ask their roommate to use their hand as a heat patch? Ben wished they’ve already created that damn time machine so he could hide his shameless face in the past and disappear from history, once and for all.

But here she was, surprise flipping to impish amusement. In her eyes was a flame twinkling in the feeble light of their small living space.

“Ok” her response came against all odds, and he had to metaphorically reboot to register it.

“Ok” Rey said again, no hesitation in her voice whatsoever, eyes wide open. Was he mistaken somehow, or was that a smirk she was giving him now?

No, she must be as stupid as him, that’s the only explanation.

“Hey, Venus to Mars? Ben?”

“Oh, hello”

Idiot.

“You offered. I’m waiting” she said firmly, an exaggerated grimace as she turned slightly, offering the base of her neck to him, pointing at it impatiently.

“Of-of course”

Hesitantly, Ben reached out, but before he could take his time playing his stupid self, Rey took his hand and pressed his palm resolutely on her soring spot, instantly groaning in relief.

“Fuck Ben, that’s definitely one of your rarest good ideas” She flexed her neck again, hand always grasping his, keeping it firm against her skin, like to absorb the maximum heat.

He should have thanked heavens she kept her eyes closed; his face resembled more that of a clown now, he knew. He had to return to cool Ben, have a grip on his running thoughts. He coughed a little.

“Oh, It’s uncomfortable?” Rey opened her eyes finally, seeming to realize he was struggling with their current position. She released his hand.

“No, just…just turn around... we could just sit like we were and you can use my hand as a neck pillow as much as you want”

“ So generous when you feel like it” Rey teased and the sparkle in her eyes returned. Ben really struggled to pull himself off the searing feeling he was lost in all of a sudden as his chest expanded with unfamiliar bubbles.

“Huh, guess so” he replied vaguely, still pretty much distracted by the placement of his hand on her skin. Damn, he had to find conversation, and soon. Silence wasn’t an option now.

Fuck. Make it awkward Ben, that’s it.

Ah right, the movie. Ben reached for the remote and pressed resume.

The sound of spaceships explosions echoed in the tiny living room walls. Rey and Ben both jolted in their place. They didn’t even remember putting the movie on pause in the midst of that action, mind on other matters. They both burst into laughter when the first shock subsided and Rey leaned a little bit onto him. She was visibly feeling better now. Her muscles seemed relaxed and warm and she looked…genuinely happy. Ben wished the smile he saw then on her face to never fade away. He promised himself that it wouldn’t, as long as they were together.

“So…Ben…” Rey sweetly sang-song after some moments of silence. “Since today is the day I apparently entered in your good graces … remember that little favor I asked you about …the history exam?”

Fucks sake. Not that. Now. That was too good to be true.

“No, Rey. Happens that I don’t remember that.” Ben refrained from rolling his eyes. He actually remembered well her very specific request to get help from him, and no, not to study...but to cheat.

Rey sighed, dramatic.

“At least I tried.”

“You should rather try and study, for a change.” Ben said firmly, trying and successfully hiding his amusement behind a frown, one of his stern ones.

It was almost comical now; the number of times she tried to get him to help her cheat on an exam, begging, bribing, without results, but never backing down. Typically Rey, he thought with fondness.

“So how long are we staying like this, anyway?”

“Just a lil bit mooore. next time think twice before you offer” Rey whined.

“You little scrounger” Ben mumbled between his teeth.

“I heard you!”

“I know” and he smiled.

#love love love