passionate. fearless. forthright.

aleks. 25. she/her. ao3

[aleksandriel]

a (very overdue) introduction & masterlist

about me aleks. 25. she/her.

can't sit still, won't shut up obsessed with (old) rock music, graphic design, tattoos & coffee as well as fantasy books so don't only feel free, but obligated to tell me about your favorite or come yell at me to stop staring at a blank document

wips ao3

Hold Me (Like a Grudge) college au・rated e・current wip・moodboard Darkness at the Heart of My Love canon divergence・rebel leader padmé・sith raised anakin・rated m・current wip・moodboard

masterlists

modern aus in universe/canon divergence other fandoms

[galactic-rhea]

KO-FI COMMISSIONS OPEN! 🪿

How to order?

There's two ways! You can DM me or you can go to my Ko-Fi page and click on 'buy a coffee' and depending on what would you like, you chose how many coffees to buy! (Ko-Fi accepts paypal) and in your message leave what you would like me to draw! (In case of an OC, leave a link for the reference of your character)

Any doubts? Contact me! (Dms, comments, etc) For more recent examples you can go through my art tag!

I'm in a really tough spot rn, so sharing is super appreciated <3

[hollanovfest]

🏒 Day 5 of Posting! 🏒

Hello everyone! It's day 5 of posting! Remember to give love to everything that you interact with so our authors, podficcers, and artists know how amazing they did!

Note: please notice the ratings of these works and do not interact with any e-rated works of you are a minor! We want to keep everyone safe!

🏑How bad it must have been for you back then by Fluffy_Bacon - rated T

It takes Shane a while to notice. Ilya has been always a bit nervous around his parents but he's particularly weird around his dad. A little bit jumpy and defensive to questions. After a few observation Shane decides to talk to Ilya and connect a few dots about his boyfriends childhood.

🏑Unsportsmanlike Flirting by aleksandriel - rated T

Shane Hollander is trying to win a hockey game. Ilya Rozanov is trying to win a hockey game, commit psychological warfare, and maybe flirt so aggressively it becomes a league-wide PR incident.

🏑a golden cross and a little rose by buckdiass - rated E

"Does touching your ass make you gay?" "Rozanov." "Cause you know what else makes you gay is sucking my dick." He drops a kiss to Shane's neck. "Shut up," Shane bites out. "Fuck." "Or are you saving yourself for your soulmate?" Rozanov whispers against his skin. "Is your hole only for them?" Shane shivers as Rozanov brushes a hand over his mark. Shane groans. "Shut up, you asshole." "It's pretty," Rozanov murmurs against his shoulder. "A pretty mark for a pretty boy." --- Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov are not soulmates.

🏑[Podfic] The Hickey by dntat by Lexi_Leckstar - rated E

Three times Ilya can't resist marking what's his, and one time Shane decides to return the favor. Or: Shane and Ilya's first season together on the Centaurs. Includes teasing teammates, introspection, therapy, personal growth, lots of sex and an attempt to bring home the Stanley Cup. (Also: A story about learning how to accept your true self and all the joy that can come from that.)

🏑Jerseys, Shenanigans, and Other Orgasmic Objects by Ilya_Was_Here - rated E

Hazey noticed first. Then Bood. Troy, oblivious as ever, skated right next to Shane and hadn’t even caught on something was amiss. Ilya was having an internal panic attack while his dick did its best to salute the entire situation. Opening game of the season, Ilya and Shane are finally living their dream of being openly in love and playing on the same team. Except Shane spent the entire night before stressing instead of sleeping. Distracted and exhausted while getting dressed in the locker room; Shane grabbed the jersey he always had before. The one with a ‘C’ stitched onto the upper chest. Or Shane accidentally wears Ilya’s jersey in front of the world and Ilya blacks out harder than last night’s vodka as a result.

Enjoy, and we'll be back tomorrow with more of our favorite hockey boys! -The Mods

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You're loved.

Transcription on alt text.

Oh man, I'm tired. But I'm glad i commited to the bit and actually finished this, full color and all! It was an uphill battle, because of the power outages almost daily, how many details i added, busy life, my mental illnesses lol But! Is finished, at last! Self indulgent, i know.

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[mmeiram]

went a bit insane while talking abt star wars in class so i had to draw some anidala fluff to purge out the unhinged from me!!

btw comms are still open…. hire me! or tip me! that would be lovely, have a great day! <3

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[mmeiram]

an anidala sketch because today was an awful day and my hand hurts and my back hurts and maybe my heart hurts and i needed something to cheer me up, hopefully it'll cheer you up too!!

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[aleksandriel]

5 Minutes for Falling Update!

The Skywalker family grows; in more than one way.

read here on ao3!

"You’re having twins.” Padmé goes very still. Her first thought is not joy. It’s not even panic. It’s— Why can’t it be Saturday? Her second thought is— Oh my god. I have to pee. She turns her head slowly. "What.” Anakin makes a small sound beside her. The tech points at the screen, cheerful. "Two babies,” she says, like she’s pointing out two cute puppies in a window. "See? There’s one… and there’s the other.”

[aleksandriel]

Rebound Update!

One failed “don’t spend the night” agreement, one very embarrassing morning, and three nosy roommates make things a little more complicated. And also: very, very obvious.

read here on ao3

They don’t hear the apartment door fly open less than fifteen minutes later, or the chorus of giggles and off-key singing as the girls tumble in. They don’t hear Dormé, kicking her heels off, slurring: "Okay, next time we can skip bar number five, my feet are—oh my god." They don’t hear her almost tripping over the boots by the door or Rabé grabbing her arm and then say with wide eyes: "Are those…?” They don’t hear Sabé, who is the one that actually shrieks, the sound cutting through the drunken haze, as she lunges for the couch, snatching the black jacket off the back of it like it’s Exhibit A in a murder trial. "Is that his?” she demands, holding it up. Dormé squints. "That’s his, right?” "That is absolutely his,” Rabé confirms. They, thankfully, don’t hear her say: "I’d recognize that ugly-ass jacket anywhere.”

[aleksandriel]

Hold Me (Like a Grudge) Update!

Chapter 16/21

"Do you like her?” she asks, suddenly quieter. Not teasing. Not angry—just earnest, like she needs to know whether she’s looking at a stupid mistake or something that matters. "Like… do you promise you like-like her? Because if you’re messing around with her and you hurt her—” "I love her,” Anakin says, without hesitation. Like the words have been waiting at the back of his throat for days, weeks, maybe—ever since that first kiss probably. Ever since he started noticing her everywhere. Ever since he started feeling restless when she’s not in reach. He doesn’t even realize he’s said it until it’s already in the air. Ahsoka freezes. Anakin does too, suddenly. "Woah,” she says, voice thin with disbelief. "Okay.”

[aleksandriel]

what grudge anidala may or may not have been up to in chapter 15 by your fav artists fav artist @mmeiram

[aleksandriel]

Hold Me (Like a Grudge) Update!

chapter 15/21

Her head is buzzing. Her skin is buzzing. She can still feel Anakin’s hands on her hips, his voice in her ear, his fingers— This is going to blow up her my face. The realization hits her full force. Ahsoka likes her. Ahsoka trusts her. And Padmé is lying to her so blatantly, so clumsily, that she might as well have a neon sign reading sleeping with your brother blinking over her head. Then Ahsoka smiles again, softer this time. "Does he make you happy?” Padmé doesn’t even hesitate. "Yes,” she says, and the word comes out warm and certain and startlingly easy. No careful phrasing. No hedging. No lie at all. Ahsoka’s expression shifts immediately—something gentle settling in. "That’s what matters,” she says simply.

[star-whores69]

Drew this after watching that one episode where Ezra talks to Yoda at the temple and gets his Kyber Crystal

[aleksandriel]

Troubleshooting

Star Wars Prequel Trilogy / Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker

read it here on ao3! :)

"You really do look incredible tonight." "That’s an insane thing to say to your boss.” Anakin’s grin flashes. "You told me to call you Padmé.” "That doesn’t—” "And you told me you hate this party,” he continues, voice low now. "So I’m trying to give you something else to focus on. [or, HR would definitely not approve of whatever this is]

[aleksandriel]

Hold Me (Like a Grudge) Update!

chapter 14/20

She slides off the bed, tugging the hoodie back into place, and pads barefoot out of the bedroom into the narrow hallway. The living room is a long rectangle with two mismatched couches, a low table, a second-hand TV, and a plant in the corner that is either thriving or dying—she genuinely can’t tell. The curtains are still drawn, the space dim and a little cave-like, lit only by whatever leaks in around the edges. She hesitates for half a second. Then she marches straight over to the window and yanks the curtains open. Light spills in all at once, startlingly bright, flooding the room with afternoon sun. Dust motes sparkle in the beam; the cheap blinds rattle softly. Outside, she can see the street, a sliver of the shop’s roof, the sky a washed-out blue. The room looks… better. Instantly. Less like a bunker, more like a place actual humans live in. Honestly, she thinks, hands on her hips. You’d think they were vampires.

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"She was kind, but sad"

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Quotes from here "Ever Wonder How a Star Can Be Dead but Still Shine?" || Textless version under the cut!

[kayedium-writes]

Push My Pride Aside

Star Wars - Modern AU Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker T-Rated | Warning for Drunkenness Written for @anidalaweeks Yuletide prompt: mistletoe

Anakin Skywalker was the bane of her existence, standing beneath another bane of her existence--that little green sprig tied with a red ribbon. How did she end up there herself?

Padmé wasn’t sure what she was waiting around for. The cold of the night air to turn her into an icicle, the warmth of the fireplace to thaw her once more, or to just fall into a snow bank and be found the next day. She wasn’t sure what she was doing at all with her fingers wrapped around the champagne flute in her grasp while her eyes shot daggers at the man across the room. No. She wasn’t sure at all since this was… totally not like her.

And it wasn’t even like it was just any man. It was stupid Anakin. Stupid Anakin in all his perfect, beautiful dress attire she didn’t even know he owned. The cocky bastard had to know what he was doing each time he glanced up and made direct eye contact, his tongue moving quickly across his lip while he stared at her, before he’d be invested in some other conversation again.

This is idiotic. 

Padmé wasn’t a desperate woman. She didn’t beg for attention. She’d rather go back to her plans about jumping into a snow bank, or waiting for the wind to turn her to a snowman. And yet… 

She kept staring at that damn green sprig, wrapped in a little red ribbon with a small bell, hanging in the archway to the kitchen.

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[mmeiram]

and for yuletide we haveeeeeee a bunch of sleepyheads!! it's been years since i participated in a tumblr secret santa, wow, so sorry to those who got my art 10 years ago, it's so much better now. anyways !!! here's my secret santa for @anidalaweeks <3

here you go @mysticqueen-bee :))) i loved drawing the skywalkers so cozy like this, i hope you like it!!!

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