A multi-chaptered m/m smut, it has ACTS. Uploading this all at once would be too much, so I'm going to tease this out, though some chapters are quite short so I will release those together.
Pairing: top!Adraas x bottom!Malgus (why not?)
Rating: EXPLICIT!!!!
Word count: ~650 (for chapter 1)
The door opens and he is met with a slap, backhanded across the face, reddening his cheek with a heat of surprise. (I can't share too much without giving the whole chapter away!)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Tagging: @claranidala (for Lady Jane) @pineaberry (here's your snacc), @deepseacritter @raastredlegacy @tinabbelcher
A conception from chats with @claranidala, she said she wanted to read about Eleena's funeral so I decided to write it. I wanted it to be longer initially but I think it actually is just the right length the way it is.
I usually like to title my fics with one word, I couldn't this time. As a famous Darth once said, "to put limits on creativity is to take in a half-breath while running up a hill."
Pairing: Malgus x Eleena (Vereena)
Rating: Either Mature or Teens and up, I'm not great with rating anything not spicy (has descriptions of death/dying)
Word count: ~1000+
Darth Malgus entered the interior of his personal ship with a corpse in his arms; the death of something meant to be everlasting. Gently, he lowered her to the bed with all of the softness he had saved for her. Holding her hand, he brought it up to his face, pretending there was blood still surging in her veins.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
(I'm feeling like Malgus right now so it made sense to upload this today)
Tagging: @claranidala, @raastredlegacy, @deepseacritter, @pineaberry with an honourable mention of @tinabbelcher
WHAT?????? NO IM NOT READY!!!! I NEED MORE TIME!!!!!DONT TAKE MALGUS AWAY FROM ME HES MY FAVOURITE, MY ONE AND ONLY, MY FOREVER AND EVER, THE ONE THAT LIVES IN MY HEAD, WHAT AM I GOING TO DO IF HES NOT AROUND ANYMORE!!! DONT DO THIS TO ME, PLEASE, IM TOO WEAK!
I was prepared for the storm after your death, expected anger, assumed grief. I did not think it would instead, feel like this. Like nothing. Nothing for hours and days and weeks. Youāre still in my waking nightmare. I see you, us, together. And when I open my eyes, all I see is nothing. There is nothing in this house, no longer a home, it is as distant to me as a hotel. Iāve had a life of being alone before, why does it feel so foreign now? I hesitate at the door of this new beginning, I wait, for the door that closed behind me to open up, and for you to walk through it, carrying a smile that could melt the galaxy, light it aflame. I stand in the middle, unable to cross the threshold. I will wait an eternity, for you to come back to me.
Thanks to @rainofaugustsith for the tag! I loved GUTS and Legends of the Hidden Temple. Always wanted to be on those shows...Iād probably crush them now hehe.
Also, the whole touching old stuff. Ahhhhh yes! I went to Crete a few years ago and I wanted to touch all the things. Some of the ruins are 6000 years old...how can I not want to touch? Anyway...5 things about me.
1. I was an avid diver until moving to Alaska. Iāve been wreck/shark diving off the Atlantic coast (no cage), have done many wreck dives in Lakes Erie and Huron, and the St. Lawrence Seaway. I also used to solo river dive a few miles from Niagara Falls.
2. Iāve spent over 100 days at sea in the Bering Sea and Arctic on research vessels that were once crab fishing vessels (so, not some luxury research boat). Saw lots of whales, polar bears, and walrus. We went though some cool storms, with waves swells 15-20 feet. It was one hell of a ride during those times. Loved it.
3. At one point I lived in a cabin that had no running water, indoor plumbing, or a bathroom. So I used and outhouse and had to haul water from a service station (the Water Wagon), and shower at the university. I did my laundry up the hill at a bar/restaurant/liquor store/gas station/mail room/general store.
4. I love doing crafts. So many crafts. Iāve won awards at county fairs for some of my stuff. People ask why I donāt sell things, and honestly I have a hard time parting with things Iāve made. Also...years of customer service work has not made me too keen to work with people like that again.
5. I collect Furrybones figurines š Theyāre adorable. Iāve got like 50 of them so far. They fit nicely with my decor, which is half Halloween and black cats and half mermaid and beaches.
@deepseacritter Thank you for liking my Victorian!Malgus. This period fits so well for the star wars universe. I changed Eleenaās appearance a bit, she has straight hair now instead of wavy.
This was inspired by what you said to me in messages. I may extend this into a full fic, but for now, this little nugget is it. I hope you like this gift.
Pairing: Malgus x Eleena (Vereena)
Word count: ~400+
Rating: for general audiences
She can barely recognize the reflection. Dark eyes clear, unclouded. Hair smooth, glistening under the sunlight pouring through the windows. She strokes the fabric of her dress, of the collar against her neck. This garment is freedom. This sunlight is joy. These eyes are gratitude.
Eleena smiles at herself in the mirror by the landing at the door. A rare thing, to accompany him on business, taking one last inspection, she dusts off the non-existent fluff from her chest and arms.
Turning to the sound of ruffling papers and lost pages, she enters his writing room. A gust of wind disturbs the peace of his writing, they fly, escaping the grasp of her slender fingers. Defiant, she closes the window, cutting off the lifeblood of the breeze.
Hurrying to the fallen papers, she crouches, her skirt too voluminous for her usual work. One by one, she gathers the empty opportunities in her hands, each page starched, blank, ready for thoughts and emotions. Reaching to the desk, she sees one page. One that has soft grey lines of graphite and the blotchy ink of black.
It is of beauty in simplicity. The profile of a woman sitting, doing a chore, shelling peas. Contentment tugs on her lips into a whisper of a smile, there is a kiss of sadness in her eyes, as if the peas told her the unbearable truth, the truth about herself. The womanās hair falls past her chest, to the middle of her back, long and straight, it is a reflection, just like the one she saw moments ago in the mirror. It is her.
Eleenaās eyes narrow, brows come together in confusion. She searches for more clues on the page, and finds lines of text beside the legs of the chair her likeness is sitting in.
I want to hear you call
my name
Iāve imagined it
dreamt it
thought about it
I want us as intimate
as my name on your lips
- Veradun
āEleena, are you ready?ā his voice distant and close. In a moment of unexplained urge, she folds his art in half twice and shoves it in her skirt pocket, patting it safe against her hip.
āYes, my lord,ā she replies. She knew nothing of his true name. Others call him Malgus. She calls him my lord. But in her thoughts, she will call him Veradun.
i, a lesbian, took this uquiz about men and literally had to take a minute when i saw the result. like full on exhale sit-back hands-clasped-over-face a minute
As if being assaulted by the sun, Malgus shields himself away from the frivolity of Adraasās outfit. Upon hearing the mention of his Eleena, he grabs Adraas by the scruff of his shirt and vest with clammy hands, speaking through the spaces between his teeth, he utters a curse on Adraas, one that will last for as long as his guilt will.
āHad I known it was you Adraas, I would not have answered!ā His bloodshot eyes scorch a searing heat on him. āYou are louder than the sun.ā He releases his hands from him while turning away, the garish colours of Adraasās clothes burn his sensitive, sore retinas.
āI am touched you think of me so highly.ā Adraas smoothes the wrinkles Malgus made on his suit.
āThat was not a compliment.ā Heading back towards the safety of his house, he leaves the door open, allowing Adraas to enter.
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That line about answering the door is the first thing I wrote for this. It was too good to ignore. I love the dynamic between Malgus & Adraas and it humbles me to say that there are only 2 works under this tag and they are both mine.
This is a six-chaptered emotional smut, I uploaded it all in one go. Enjoy.
How about āMy emotions have been turbulent for so long, Iām not sure how to reactā for Tamarillo and Theron. I do like a touch of angst.
A short : (Working on camp nano and my brain wishes me to write 20 other things because you know focusing on that one thing I *am* meant to be writing is ... ok so this is one of the 20 other things... but I can see this scene clear as day.
The new forest of Nathema swirled around them, a sheltered corner, but not so secluded that they had very long. Tamarillo, HIS Tam, stood facing Theron Shan and her face was a mixture of emotions that for once, he couldnāt read.Ā
ā My emotions have been turbulent for so long, Iām not sure how to react.ā She spoke slowly as he came up towards her on the path. They didnāt have long but Lana had given them as much of a moment as she could.
āI .. I know.ā Theron scrubbed his hand across his face in a gesture of weariness that had she seen it any other time, Tamarillo would have scooped him off to rest immediately. Instead, she hesitated her hand hovered close to her blaster.
āCan we trust you?ā
āI could notā¦ the risk of losing you was so great that Iā¦ā
āTheron.ā Tamarilloās voice was dangerous now, a tone he had never heard directed at himself but now, now he had done that one thing that he had promised her he would not do. He had betrayed her, lied, worse, he walked away. A childish bracelet on his wrist began to itch as if a reminder that the ties that bound them should have been stronger than this. Ā That He should not have let it get this far. Tamarillo shifted, staring at him, her green eyes wide.
āTheron Shan. You broke my heartā¦ why?ā
āI couldnāt let them hurt you.ā he finally got out, āI told you I would do anything... To..ā
"Anything .. " she shook her head and in that second he saw what he had done clearer than anything. "You should have talked to me, told me...something..Iā¦" Her legs crumbled beneath her and for a moment the galaxy was just the two of them, she was just a girl and he was her idiot boyfriend.
"Tam." He was with her in a second holding her, helping her to stand.
"Theron," her voice was low, soft but broken " I love you. In spite of everything, I still trust you."
"I promise I will make this up to you." he vowed " and never do it again."
"We have to move." Tamās voice was low.Ā āWe can talk later. We have to.āĀ
Theron had a feeling this fight might not be his last, but if it was he intended to give it his all to protect the girl he loved more than anything the galaxy offered.
why? because i enjoy doing giveaways. and also partly because i was gonna do art trade april, but in my usual impatient fashion, i ended up doing a number of those in march aaaaand i need a brief break from any new ones. so itās now an april giveaway! nothing super special or grand, just some simple portraits.
Ā PRIZES
6 winners 7 winners
each winner gets one (1) full colour ko-fi-style sketchy portrait of one (1) character, like thiiiis
HOW TO PARTICIPATE
like and/or reblog this post
reblog it as often as you want
after the giveaway is done iāll do a random draw of 6 different names
you DO NOT need to be following either of my blogs; if you like my art, you can always follow my art blog but itās not a requirement for the giveaway
āØ GIVEAWAY ENDS SATURDAY APRIL 17, 2021 AT 6:00PM CST. āØ
UPDATE: I hit a little mini follower milestone on ye olde art blog, so Iāve added one more winner to the pile. That means itās now at lucky number 7. Thanks for joining me in my little corner!
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