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@altocello.bsky.social Sep 23, 2026, 7:34 PM

hey guess what
... in the beginning
wip / digital painting / #art / #AdamDriver / #reyloww / #PaperTiger

a screenshot of my digital workspace, showing my current project. all set up and ready to get started on painting Adam Driver as Gary in PAPER TIGER, my screenshot reference on the left, and my blank canvas on the right. There's a light cyan grid overlay on both the reference and my canvas; that's how I tell where to paint what, because i work freehand.

@peculiargalaxies.bsky.social Sep 23, 2026, 6:43 PM

the start of a little microfic/vibes-only oneshot based on this delightful art!

I’ve been sitting on this for a while but finally unlocked the likely endpoint—coming soon to an archive near you? #reyloww

(thank you to @naanei.bsky.social & @pascalities.bsky.social for the inspo & permission! 💕🦋)

Men, Rey decided, were more trouble than they were worth.

Except—

No. There was no except. Ben was loud—heavy footfalls on the old floors of her cottage, the deep rumble of his voice carrying too far through the forest and startling deer. He was large—too tall and broad to wear any of her clothes, so she had to sacrifice a sheet to fashion a sort of toga for him. He stared—at each ingredient she put in her cauldron, at the nest of baby chickadees outside the kitchen window, at her familiar, at her.

But she couldn’t let him die alone and cold and injured in the woods, any more than she’d abandon a wounded sparrow.

Ben needed a lot more food than a sparrow, though. And attention—if she was out foraging all afternoon, he complained that he hadn’t know when to expect her back. If she was working a delicate spell, he interrupted with questions. Rey bit her tongue at the rudeness of a city boy unaccustomed to old magic.

No, not a boy.

A man. A large, intense, needy, irritating man.

Traipsing around half-naked, once he could walk again with the crutch she’d made for him by coaxing an obliging tree branch into the proper shape. Complaining about being half-naked despite the early summer weather, as if it was her fault that he was so—so big, as if it wasn’t more of an imposition to her to have so much of his bare skin on display all the time. All those scattered scars and beauty marks like a fortune she refused to read. Broad shoulders, thighs thick and strong despite the fortnight he’d spent abed.

In her bed, while she slept on a pallet before the hearth, because Rey wasn’t about to put him there and trip over him every time she needed to stir up the coals or put the kettle on.

She was getting awfully tired of that pallet. There was soot on her hair because her braid kept flopping out of the blankets onto the hearthstones. At least it wasn’t singed, she thought sourly. That would be one indignity too many.

@unlikely.bsky.social Sep 23, 2026, 4:38 PM

Wonder if Ben thinks this is going as well as Rey does #reyloww #reylo

She smiled through small talk and asked him questions about his job as if she'd never heard of “equity” before. She found herself genuinely intrigued by his answers, not because he said anything particularly interesting but because he almost seemed to be trying to convince himself of the rosy picture he painted of venture capitalism. He started shifting in his seat uncomfortably and Rey tried to think of something to change the topic to, anything but his family.

It was hard to resist seeing as he was an Organa. His mother was Leia Organa, the only female head of a venture capital firm Rey had ever heard of. Rey had even met her briefly when she worked at a couple gigs held by Skywalker Capital. Ben didn't work for Skywalker Capital and as much as she wondered why, there were questions she'd much rather avoid if she turned the topic to family.

@aestivaltide.bsky.social Sep 23, 2026, 2:12 PM

It's WIP Wednesday! Share your WIPs!

Are you working on a drawing, painting or other #reyloart? Your latest fic? A manip or moodie? Video, animation or comics ? Something for #reyloween?

Let's see those fabulous WIPs! Tag them #reyloww - would love to see them & will RT!

@pinkpaladin.bsky.social Sep 23, 2026, 3:10 AM

This is the sketch I’ve been using to try and figure out his helmet

#reylo #reyloart #reylofanart #starwarsau #starwarsfanart #reyloww #mylittleponyart #mlpfanart #kyloren #bensolo #starwars #sketchwips #starwars

@pinkpaladin.bsky.social Sep 22, 2026, 2:54 AM

Thank you all for your mask suggestions! I’m attempting to try and figure it out!

#reylo #reyloart #reylofanart #starwarsau
#starwarsfanart #mylittleponyart
#mlpfanart #kyloren #bensolo #starwars #sketchwip #reyloww

@pinkpaladin.bsky.social Sep 20, 2026, 7:28 PM

They’re looking back at each other 👀

#reylo #reyloww #starwarsfanart #bensolo #reylofandom #reylofanart #reylo #ponyartist #reylofanart #starwarsau #starwarsfandom

@pinkpaladin.bsky.social Sep 19, 2026, 9:59 PM

Close up of the fly mask! Any ideas on how his #kyloren mask would look in horse form? 🤔

#reyloww #starwarsfanart #bensolo #reylofandom #reylofanart #reylo #ponyartist #reylofanart #starwareau

@thedinkumreylo.bsky.social Sep 17, 2026, 12:50 PM

(1) pissed of Ben about to go full Solo
#Reyloww

@altocello.bsky.social Sep 17, 2026, 6:28 AM

16 & 17 hours; decided to work over from his right shoulder instead of straight down his neck, scrawling my way along that clavicle
wip / digital painting / #art / #AdamDriver / #reyloww

an unfinished sepia-toned monochromatic freehand digital painting of Adam Driver after 16 hours of work; his hair and face are entirely rendered, smoothed, and detailed, and i've moved on to doing the same to his shoulders, neck, and chest. so far i've only detailed along the edge of his right shoulder

the same painting after another hour of work, 17 hours total, and now he's smoothed and detailed almost to his sternocleidomastoid (that thick muscle that defines the sides of our throats; it leads from the sternoclavicular joint, the notch at the hollow of your throat, up to the mastoid bone on your skull by your ear). you could practically fit a kitten in the hollow above his clavicle, so if you need to find me that's where I'll be napping

@honeyskeleton.bsky.social Sep 17, 2026, 3:51 AM

don't ask me what this is idk either. his master is iskat bc I really liked her book #reyloww

The shuttle dropped through clouds of brown dust and landed hard. His teeth clacked together, biting out the edge of his tongue. Blood flooded his mouth, hot as fried wires, and Ben knew Jakku was going to be miserable.
The ship’s stabilizers kicked in a moment later, leveling them. Didn’t need to be able to see for a machine to do the job. His Master was… not the most adept pilot, but she should be forgiven. Outer Rim landings were always rough. They did not have spaceports or landing strips. They had dirt. Flat dirt if you were lucky. Ben Solo was not, in matters of probability, a lucky boy.
“Clear?” his Master called from the front of his ship.
Ben swallowed blood. “All good, Master. Perfect landing.”
She snorted. “Lie better, padawan.” She slid her hand across the console, flipping a dozen switches and powering down the ship.
“Perfect landing,” he said in his best imitation of his mother’s voice when kissing the ass of some senator.

His master flipped off three engines in the wrong order, and a choking bang rattled through the rear of the ship. Ben winced. He was going to have to fix them—and probably the landing gear—when they got to a real spaceport. He smothered the thought that she did it on purpose to annoy him.
His Master grinned back at him, showing sharp teeth. “Much better, little prince.”
He did not glare at her.
Jedi Master Iskat Akaris was a short, red Pkorian woman with a narrow frame, long fingers, and a jittery gait. She wore black Jedi robes, unmarked and starch stiff, clean enough that she could enjoy dirtying them planetside. Her lightsaber was clipped to her belt innocuously . The Emperor liked them to stand out just so. Jedi were symbols of his humble hand after all, thoughtful and ready to bloody.
She was a good Master. Well, for him anyway. All wrath and justice and simple solutions to complicated problems. What he, supposedly, needed to set him straight.

Stay close,” Master Akaris ordered as she unbelted herself and rose to exit the ship. Her hand ruffled his hair like he was a child. “This planet is full of thieves.”
“Yes, Master,” Ben said quietly, ignoring the hand, the taste of metal in his mouth. He followed obediently behind.
The ramp lowered smoothly, and Ben was glad at least this was not so broken he would have to repair it later. Heat rolled in, dry and heavy. The settlement spread out ahead of them in low structures made from scrap metal, fired clay, and scavenged hull plating. Power cables ran across the rooftops. Water collectors stood skeletal and brittle, some broken, some functional.
Niima Outpost, a place to find and sell scrap stolen from old Imperial ships. Ben wondered how hot the metal got in the desert. If it burned their thieving little fingers to the bone.

iskat akaris. red woman in black clothes wielding a red lightsaber. she is very cool

@altocello.bsky.social Sep 17, 2026, 12:19 AM

14 & 15 hours; he doesn't have a lot of beard but it does take a while to render it
wip / digital painting / #art / #AdamDriver / #reyloww

an unfinished sepia-toned monochromatic freehand digital painting of Adam Driver after 14 hours of work; most of his face is fully detailed and i'm in the midst of refining and detailing his bearded chin. Everything lower than chin level is still just a strongly worded suggestion

the same painting after another hour of work, 15 hours total, and his beard & chin are pretty much mostly there & i've started in on his neck

@randombks.bsky.social Sep 16, 2026, 11:55 PM

Chapter 3 of ‘The Widow Skywalker’ forthcoming. ☺️
#Reyloww

Before falling asleep in the quiet dark space made by the long draping tablecloths shrouding the ground under the head table, belly full of delicious food and icing-laden cake, head pillowed by his father's discarded tuxedo jacket, Ben, watching with a smile as the happy couple had taken the dance floor for their first dance, the strains of Richard Marx crooning 'Right Here Waiting for You," had had a brief, hazy thought that weddings were so much fun, he couldn't wait to have one of his own.

@pinkpaladin.bsky.social Sep 16, 2026, 11:47 PM

Fly mask is so he behaves 😛

#reyloww #starwarsfanart #mylittleponyart #bensolo #kyloren #mylittlepony #reylofandom #reylofanart #reylo #ponyartist #artsketches

@hissterically.bsky.social Sep 16, 2026, 6:39 PM

Rey lets herself be comforted 🥰
#reyloww

@altocello.bsky.social Sep 16, 2026, 6:14 PM

12 & 13 hours: both the kissing ferrets are now in the building, & i'm getting set to start in on his chin wig next
wip / digital painting / #art / #AdamDriver / #reyloww

an unfinished sepia-toned monochromatic freehand digital painting of Adam Driver after 12 hours of work; the lower half of him is still very much in zombieland, but the top three-quarters of his face are refined and detailed. both sides of his mustache are mostly rendered, as well as his upper lip. I've only just started on detailing his lower lip.

the same painting after another hour of work, 13 hours total, and I've rendered his lower lip, a fair bit of the texture along his jaw and lower cheek, and am just starting in on rendering the whiskers on his chin.

@ssadghostt.bsky.social Sep 16, 2026, 3:23 PM

Still haven’t found a title for this dark romance fic for #reyloween, just hoping it’ll fall into my lap one of these days 😅 #reyloww

She was still grumbling incoherently as she walked to her fridge and opened a container of what looked like leftover spaghetti and meat sauce. She grabbed a fork and ate it cold while leaning against her kitchen counter. He tilted his head at the screen.

Cold spaghetti at two A.M.? She really is a freak.

He yawned as he watched her eat and put the remaining leftovers away. He was about to turn his computer off, assuming she was just going to go to bed now and he didn’t really feel the need to watch her sleep (anymore), when she pulled her shirt over her head.

Kylo went completely still as he watched. He’d never seen her undress before. She always did it in the ensuite bathroom, and he refused to put cameras in bathrooms—he wasn’t that depraved. But now…

Oh, fuck me.