Hiiii I'm working on a story called Antichroma and I post my work, art, and story/art refs here!
I also write fanfic now and am posting everything related to that!! I got into fic writing bc Thrawn 2017 such a fun book, I think Thrawn & Eli are some of the best fictional characters I've ever had the joy of reading about!! Everything related to my fic work is tagged #thrawn #eli vanto and #star wars
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My comic started around 2020 and got scrapped bc I realized I had a lot to learn to tell the story right! Regardless, the name is Antichroma and everything surrounding it is tagged #Antichroma
"Oh. Drav frowned under his helmet. Was this going to be some kind of convoluted humiliation ritual? It's no secret that the man was from Wild Space, his accent was strong, as he never felt pressure to fit in. His performance spoke for itself, earning him a spot in Darth Vader’s personal legion. He was not going to be mocked by some officer, no matter how high his rank may be.
'I mean no disrespect, Sergeant. I quite enjoy Wild Space art and culture.' The admiral assured."
Here's a SFW version:
“Grand Admiral, how can I be of assistance, Sir?” Sergeant Drav asked as he entered the office. He was suspicious of the circumstances surrounding his summons; any orders usually came through Commander Kimmund, but the Admiral requested to see him directly.
“Ah, yes, Sergeant Drav,” Grand Admiral Thrawn said, seated comfortably at his desk. “Please, sit,” he gestured.
The office contained several holos of various artworks. They were tasteful and had a familiar look to them, Drav noted as he made his way across the room.
“Do you like them?” The admiral asked as Drav took a seat across from him.
“Yes, Sir. They're nice,” he responded, unsure of where this was going. Drav heard about the Grand Admiral’s appreciation for art, and about his rather casual style of leadership - did he invite him over just to look at holos of some paintings?
“Can you infer anything about the paintings? Perhaps an origin?” The admiral probed.
Drav turned back in his chair to glance over all the holos. “No, Sir. Is there something I should be recognizing?”
Drav wondered if this was some kind of joke, but as he turned again, facing the desk, he realized that the admiral looked completely serious.
“The warm colors and soft curves, as well as the subject matter, are indicative of Wild Space origin,” Grand Admiral Thrawn said, with what looked like slight amusement.
Oh. Drav frowned under his helmet. Was this going to be some kind of convoluted humiliation ritual? It's no secret that the man was from Wild Space, his accent was strong, as he never felt pressure to fit in. His performance spoke for itself, earning him a spot in Darth Vader’s personal legion. He was not going to be mocked by some officer, no matter how high his rank may be.
“I mean no disrespect, Sergeant. I quite enjoy Wild Space art and culture.” The admiral assured.
“Is that so?” Drav asked, suspiciously.
“Yes. I'm sure you've noticed that I'm not from the core worlds. I don't harbor any prejudices against those from ‘backwater’ planets,” Thrawn said, smiling slightly. “It would be a shame if I did, as I would likely dismiss the art from there.”
“And you like the art from Wild Space?”
“Yes. In fact, it's my favorite.”
Drav relaxed in his seat. He didn't feel any malice from the admiral, it seemed he was being genuine.
“Sergeant, please, feel free to remove your helmet.”
Drav complied, and as he removed his bucket he heard a satisfied hum from the admiral.
“Sir?”
“I am just admiring the art.”
Oh. Drav suddenly understood what was happening. He was definitely called in because of his Wild Space accent, but it's not because the admiral wanted to berate him for it.
No, it's because the admiral had a type. Drav had heard before that apparently a Wild Space accent was irresistible to some officers, but he hadn't come across any connoisseurs until now.
“As am I,” Drav responded, as his brown eyes met the gaze of those glowing red orbs.
Admittedly, Grand Admiral Thrawn was visually impressive. The white uniform looked sleek against his blue skin, and Drav could tell that the man sported a truly impressive build underneath it.
“Come, Sergeant,” Thrawn commanded, as he stood and exited the office through a side door.
Drav followed, realizing that the door led to the admiral’s quarters. He was no stranger to hookups in the Navy, though they weren't typically with such high-ranking officers.
“Armor on or off, Sir?” Drav had heard that some officers had a thing for trooper armor, so he figured he'd ask before he went through the motions of taking all the pieces off.
Thrawn smiled. “Off.”
“I wouldn't wanna dirty your nice rug, Sir. Where should I put it?” Drav asked, making sure to emphasize his Wild Space accent.
“Anywhere,” Thrawn said as he sat on an ornate leather loveseat. He took his gloves off and laid back comfortably, with his arms propped on the back of the seat.
Ah, he was looking for a show.
Drav took his gloves off and dropped them on the burgundy synthweave rug. He realized that he thoroughly enjoyed being watched by glowing red eyes, it was exhilarating.
He slowly removed the armor off his biceps, forearms, and shoulders, dropping each piece gently onto the floor. He knew that he looked good - his muscles were clearly defined and visible through his undersuit.
Drav undid his upper chest armor, pulled it off, and carelessly dropped it behind him.
He took a few steps forward toward the couch, placed his palm on the wall near the admiral’s head, and leaned in. “Do you like what you see so far, Sir?”
“I do, Sergeant,” Admiral Thrawn responded as he lifted his arm toward Drav, and started unzipping his undersuit. He stopped in the middle of Drav’s abdomen, where the remainder of the armor blocked the rest of the zipper. “Continue,” he ordered.
Drav slid the undersuit off his shoulders, revealing his muscular, scarred body. He kicked off his boots and placed his left foot on the couch, almost touching the admiral. He undid his lower leg and thigh armor slowly, placing each piece to his left, near the armrest of the loveseat.
He went through the same motions with his right leg, savoring the admiral’s intense stare, his bright eyes following every move.
Drav could feel the heat rushing to his face as he neared the end of his show. He was thoroughly looking forward to what would come next.
After he finished taking the armor off his right leg, he stood right in front of the admiral’s open legs and slid off the remainder of his torso armor.
Drav dropped the rest of the armor next to the couch. He felt frozen. The red eyes gazed at his lower body and then up at his face.
“Ah, yeah. I uh, I’m really into this,” he hesitated. It was unlike him to get flustered, but there was something so serious about the admiral’s gaze that made him feel dazed.
As he was looking away, blue hands undid the rest of his zipper.
“Sir!?” He did not expect this.
The admiral pulled away immediately. “Do you disapprove of this?”
“N-no. Not at all, I was just real surprised.” Drav stumbled over his words. “I really didn't expect that a high-ranking officer like you would be the one to uh… y’know.” His face and ears went hot.
“I see.” Thrawn responded. “Come, let me show you how much I appreciate Wild Space art.” He gestured to the large, extravagant bed.
Drav slipped out of his undersuit and crawled onto the luxurious bed. He laid down in the middle, on top of a fluffy duvet, woven blanket, and several pillows. It was extremely comfortable.
It was surprising that the admiral had such a large bed all to himself. It was more surprising that the way the bed was made and the style of woven blanket were very reminiscent of Wild Space…
Surely, the admiral hadn't dressed this bed up just for Drav. Right?
No, he couldn't have. They didn't have any way to procure this kind of bedding in the time that the 1st Legion had been onboard. Perhaps, the admiral just had a type, as Drav suspected, based on the holos in his office and his affinity for Wild Space accents.
Drav was pulled out of his thoughts by the mattress shifting to accommodate the large, blue man that now hovered over him. He didn't even notice when the admiral undressed, but he was now fully naked, and he looked even more impressive.
Grand Admiral Thrawn was a work of art himself, his body was beautifully toned, and his arms looked fully capable of tearing a man apart with ease. Fortunately for Drav, it seemed like he was uninterested in doing so.
Blue hands gently brushed his cheek, moving upwards to caress his short brown hair.
Drav was not expecting this kind of careful treatment from the admiral. He was an intense man on the bridge, and though he didn't seem violent, he definitely didn't seem to be the gentle type either.
Drav reached his arms up and placed his hands on the admiral’s back, holding him tightly as he leaned up for a kiss.
The kiss was very gentle. This was not what Drav was used to, but he enjoyed it, he felt cherished.
Drav slipped his tongue into Admiral Thrawn’s mouth. Their kisses became more passionate and he bit down on the admiral’s bottom lip as he pulled away.
“Please, I want more.” He moaned with an almost exaggerated drawl.
The admiral left a trail of soft kisses on Drav’s chest and abdomen as he worked his way down.
“Damn,” Drav exhaled.
[ . . . ]
They wove baskets and braided each other's hair.
The admiral felt so good, and he was clearly skilled. Drav wondered just how many Wild Space yokels got to experience this. It was either several, or a very lucky select few.
As he glanced up, he noticed that he didn't see any red glow.
Ah, the admiral's eyes are… closed.
He shouldn't feel rejected, he knows this was just a casual basket weaving session, but he had hoped that maybe this time it could be something else.
Drav reached his arms up and pulled gently at Thrawn’s shoulders. The admiral leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Drav’s shoulders, burying his face in the pillow beside him.
Drav reeled in his thoughts and focused on the sensations in the moment. The labored breathing in his ear. The strong arms holding him. The weaving of baskets.
Yeah, this is actually perfect.
Drav felt Thrawn tense against him as the admiral choked out a sound. “-lie.”
[ . . . ]
Thrawn stopped weaving baskets and laid down next to Drav, draping an arm around his upper chest and burying his face in his hair. Drav closed his eyes.
They laid there together, unmoving, for a few blissful minutes as they caught their breath.
“I know I'm probably overstepping, Sir, but could I stay a while?” Drav asked, looking up at the ceiling. He knew it was unreasonable, but he hoped he could maybe stay the night.
“It would not be appropriate,” Thrawn responded, unmoving.
“Understood, Sir.” Drav said, completely professionally, despite still being held gently in the man’s large arms.
. ' ₊ ⊹ . ' ₊ ' . ⊹ ₊ ' .
Drav decided to do some investigating, it shouldn't matter to him, but he was curious. He asked a group of younger officers if there were any notable crew members from Wild Space. They all quickly responded, speaking over each other.
“Commander Vanto!”
He didn't expect such an immediate response, an ISD carried an exceptionally large crew, so Drav was shocked that they all thought of the same officer.
“Where can I find Commander Vanto?” Drav asked.
“Oh, he's missing,” one officer said.
“No, no he’s dead,” another responded.
“You know, I hear the Admiral killed him,” a third officer chimed in.
Drav didn't know or understand why Admiral Thrawn ignored the Chimaera rumor mill. Any other naval officer would have their crew seriously reprimanded for saying such things.
“I don't think the Admiral killed him.” Drav said bluntly.
“You didn't even know him, he went missing a few months before the 1st Legion showed up,” one of the officers responded.
“Yeah, but I don't think the Admiral would just kill one of his officers,” Drav said.
He remembered something.
“Hey, what was his full name?” Drav asked the group.
“Eli Vanto,” one officer responded.
Oh. He was saying Eli…
“The admiral definitely didn't kill him. Something terrible must have happened.”
plot 150 words
bed-sharing 200 words
smut 800 words
projecting my fears, insecurities, and anxieties onto a fictional character 9,356 words
fluff 150 words
someone who is good at fan fiction please help me budget my WIP, my family is dying
thrawn and eli make me sick. there's a star war going on and you're having a dynamic that goes against protocol and you're choosing each other? you're gonna analyze each other forever instead of just saying something... you asked the emperor to give him to you. you let him derail your entire career. and they won't even let us see what happens to them in the end.
Incredible that these guys are what finally teaches me to draw men!! I looooove a grumpy Eli (aka his nearly permanent expression in the comic, I think he smiles twice throughout the entire thing)
Taking someone's cigarette out of their mouth: Multiple meanings - used a lot in media to convey control, power play, very masculine, I'm your boss and this is mine now, get over it. Mildly flirty, look at me, all in your space and shit, seductive. You're not allowed to smoke, because I say so.
Putting the cigarette back in their mouth afterwards: Ground-breaking. Would be less erotic to just fuck honestly. Who does this?
Love as horror love as horror love as horror love as horror that's not toxic love because for some people love in it's "healthiest" form is horror
Desire as horror desire as horror desire as horror that's not even about other people forcing things on you but by your body having a natural reaction and you being so disgusted because you don't want to be feeling that way
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