i realized my reach on twitter is dead due to my inactivity, so... briefly hopping on here to crosspost. so if you could boost my twt post.....
SWTORTOBER IS BACK FOR 2025 BY POPULAR DEMAND!
calling all creators of the SWTOR family for a fun drawtober callenge. CREATE, DRAW or WRITE something each day of september using the updated prompt list. third year now! have fun!!
i call it a DRAWtober, but any medium is allowed ofc. write little fics, paint on an actual canvas, draw on your tablet. do what makes you happy!
it's still for fun, so please don't feel like it's a chore and don't burn yourself out!! ;w;
some of my stuff made during swtortober-2025 (couldn't post it earlier because i'm new here)
just guess who of those guys is which story char, they are sooo out-of-canon lol
Theron hadn't realized he'd drifted off to sleep on the couch until he was woken up by the last sound he'd expected to hear. It wasn't the laugh track from the old holo-comedy he and Chrysali had been watching, enjoying a rare quiet night in. Or the lack of constant trills and beeps from his datapad, indicating incoming communications—he'd set it to 'do not disturb' so that it would notify him of red-alert emergency messages only, which had felt foreign at first but the quiet was... actually nice. No, the sound he was distracted by, it was organic, barely audible, but so utterly unique.
Chrysali was snoring softly, her head rested on his chest right over his heart.
He stared down at her for a moment, utterly surprised. It wasn't like he hadn't heard the sound on hundreds of missions over the years. Kark, they'd lived together on a ship for half of those, he'd heard it every time he'd passed the locked door to her quarters. It was entirely familiar at this point.
But she was snoring while sleeping against him. While he had an arm draped around her, and she was tangled up in a couple of blankets. The couch wasn't exactly the epitome of luxury—Theron's left leg, pressed into the arm of it, was also now deeply asleep. But she was comfortable enough with him to let her touch her at all. And she felt safe enough to drift off so deeply that she was snoring.
Theron's chest felt warm, and not because of her head's position.
He shifted slightly, trying to reposition himself so that he could get some feeling back in his leg without waking her. Chrysali stirred for a heartbeat but kept on snoring; wow, she really was out. After a couple shimmys, he managed to get settled again and breathed deep, resting his cheek against the top of her head.
Sometimes he wanted to curse at himself for being so stupid. How long had he held his tongue, not told her how he really felt? How many more years could they have had together (well, together in that sense) if he'd gotten out of his own head and stopped being so afraid of ruining what they already had? And then, to have hurt her the way he did over the Zildrog crisis, recklessly jumping in to try and solve it all single-handedly to keep her safe, instead of coming to her for help...
But everything had happened the way it did. It didn't matter. What mattered was this moment here, dozing off together while watching a stupid holo-film, feeling safe and warm and happy, so ridiculously happy in a way he'd never really expected to feel. Even with a reignited war looming over their heads. They were here, and together, and it was everything he could've hoped it would be all those years ago.
Theron tried not to ask for much for himself. But sometimes he still caught himself praying to the Force, and this was one of those times. I hope she always feels this safe with me...
The film ended, and he looped it again, letting it become white noise. He couldn't quite get comfortable enough to fall back asleep now that he was awake, so he just rested his eyes, every now and then cracking one open just to watch Chrysali breathe, still snoring ever-so-softly into his chest.
It was another hour before Chrysali finally stirred, a little groggy as she opened one eye and made a slight noise of discontent. "Mmh. Sorry, I didn't mean to drift. How long?"
"Uhhhh," Theron hummed, rotating his wrist to check his chrono. "Only about two hours."
"Mmm. Should get to bed." She started to sit up, but stopped and turned her head to look at him. "What's with the sappy expression?"
"Nothing." Theron craned his head down to kiss her gently, smiling into it. "I just love you."
Chrysali gave him a mildly bemused look. "You're being a little weird, Shan."
He shrugged, and started to sit back up so they could disentangle themselves and get to bed, but before he could sit back up Chrysali caught him with a gentle hand on the back of his neck and pulled him back down, grey eyes filled with sleepy contentment. "I didn't say you had to stop."
"Good," Theron laughed. "Though I don't think the 'weird' thing is something I can really change."
"An' I wouldn't have it any other way," Chrysali drowsily replied, leaning up to kiss him deeply.
A/N: This was going to be a whole 'Theron and Chrys take a day off to go on a date, goes very chaotically awry' misadventure, but then I sat down to actually write and they said "no ❤ you get this instead". And, I mean, I like it better, so that's perfectly fine, they've already got a bunch of misadventures in my drafts folders anyway. 🤣
Chrysali is a survivor of an experimental cyber-genetic living weapons program. She does NOT like being touched. So her falling snoring-deep levels of sleep on Theron is indeed A Big %#$!ing Deal and I love writing her slow progression into feeling safe again.
