mae lou ron writes

— prices* (transcript)

portrait:

lineart only — £10

flat colour — £13

rendered — £18

half body:

lineart only — £15

flat colour — £18

rendered — £25

full body:

lineart only — £20

flat colour — £26

rendered — £34

*these are the prices for single characters, extra characters will be +80%

backgrounds are from £8 depending on the level of detail; otherwise you will choose the colour/pattern (no cost)

— general info

things I will draw: original characters, fanart, ships, other (just ask)

things I won't draw: nsfw, gore, furry, mecha, anything that makes me uncomfortable (I can and will decline any order!)

commissions are for personal use only (not commercial/business use), and you may not claim the artwork as your own.

you can use the finished artwork on your social media.

payment is via paypal in £GBP (great british pounds) — if you're using a different currency paypal will automatically convert at checkout.

payment is 50% upfront and 50% on completion.

I will update you on the progress of your commission, and you can make revisions, but large revisions can only be made during the sketching stage.

please message me on tumblr or email me ([email protected]) to discuss your ideas, or for any general inquiries about my commissions :)

— what I'll need from you

I'll need some description of what it is you want, the more detailed the better so please bombard me with information! that might include...

size — portrait, half body, or full body

colour — lineart, flat colour, or rendered

expression/pose — if you have a reference photo(s) that's always helpful :)

other references — any character inspirations, colour palettes, clothes choices etc., send it over!

— extra examples

portrait:

half body:

full body:

They are shadow and light — two complementary elements, magnetically drawn. Their love languages mirror this: complementary, but still leaving room for friction and misunderstanding.

The way Vena loves Riyo is unspoken. Quiet. Threaded through acts of service — offering whatever stability she can in an increasingly unstable galaxy. A devotion that goes beyond the veil of duty. Vena would abandon everything and run with Riyo into uncharted space, if Riyo asked. She’s often clumsy with affection, but —

The way Riyo loves Vena is unwavering, yet soft. With a gentle word or a brush of her hand, Riyo can soothe Vena’s tightly wound mind — saying the right thing at exactly the right time. Vena doesn’t believe she deserves such tenderness. But she craves it. And Riyo knows — offering her a safe haven. A place to be vulnerable. To yield, even.

Yeah, these two radiate major switch energy. The dance of push and pull, give and take — wordlessly attuned to each other’s needs through years of syncopation.

Riyo knows Vena needs control to feel safe — but she also knows exactly how to have Vena eating out of the palm of her hand.

Vena knows Riyo needs structure and stability — but she also knows just how to unravel her, gently, until she finally lets go.

tl;dr: vena x riyo = two traumatized, switch-coded, bisexual wlw disasters gently dismantling one another. happy pride.

Hope I got her vibe good ❤️❤️❤️

We'll chat more about The Crow soon I'm sure, especially with spooky season just around the corner... I should rewatch that again o.o

I got the note when I was at work so I couldn't wait to get home and look at every single detail. The face, the pose, the outfit. Her vibe is immaculate- that's SO my pissed off girl right there <3. (...and FYI I 100% believe that Vena wouldn't be a fan of Hunter either...)

How you create figures and faces gives me so much dopamine... so much hotness everywhere I look and Vena looks so🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 in your style. Thank you so much for capturing her- I've been feeling real shiddy lately and you have put a smile on my face. Loving all these mysterious packages popping up in the feed.

(...and more about The Crow? yes please! I recently unearthed my copy of the graphic novel and it reminded me that I'm far too pale and spooky for summer 😉)

trying to get used to drawing people’s features more accurately, oscar isaac is just so god damn pretty I had to try.

I love you as the plant that never blooms

but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers

-Pablo Neruda, “Love Sonnet XVII”

You’d never done this before. Even the idea of it—of intentionally hurting someone you cared about—felt like it should go against your very nature. You’d been on the receiving end, of course; Maul always liked his games, and one of his favorites was to make you walk the vibroblade’s edge between agony and bliss. And if you were honest with yourself, sometimes you craved the pain. It helped you focus; it forcibly pulled your mind into the present moment and grounded your consciousness within your body instead of letting it drift and whirl in the storm of your restless thoughts.

Something told you a lack of focus wasn’t the reason Savage needed pain. Don’t think about it, just give him what he needs.

He made it easy. The harder you bit and scratched, the more he moaned, and whimpered, and pinned you to the wall, fucking you with increasing desperation. His obvious, vocal pleasure called to something hidden deep inside you. Something dangerous and dark. It was as though you’d become a monster yourself: a creature of fang, and claw, and ravenous, insatiable hunger. In the dim recesses of your mind, you somehow retained enough sanity to confine the marks you left to areas of his skin that would be hidden beneath his clothing: his back, his chest, his shoulders just beneath the edge of his collar.

Your body had finally adjusted to accommodate him, and the initial sting of the stretch had transformed into a delicious sensation of fullness that made you feel as though the entire galaxy had spiraled down to nothing but him, and you, and his perfect, perfect cock. You felt his rhythm stutter, and you knew he was reaching the limit of his control.

“Come inside me,” you whispered.

“Wh—Fuck!” A guttural moan cut off whatever he’d been about to say, and he thrust hard, burying himself deeply inside you. 

You felt the hot, explosive throb of his cum flood you, and unbelievably, you felt your body clench and then pulse rhythmically around him as you surrendered to another climax. It wasn’t as intense as the first two—gods, when he first slid into your cunt, you swore you’d seen the Maker herself—but it drained the last sparks of energy from your body, and you collapsed bonelessly against him, pinned between the wall and his massive form. 

He stayed that way for a moment, and once his thighs had stopped trembling, he moved just far enough to set you down. You swayed unsteadily, and he wrapped his arm around you, supporting you with ease. He kissed you then, softly, trailing his fingertips along your jaw like you were worth handling with care and gentleness. It made your heart ache, and you wanted to hide from those beautiful golden eyes that saw far too much. 

Breathing hard, you slumped against him, deeply grateful for the solid wall behind you; otherwise, you probably would have melted into a puddle at his feet. As you rested your cheek against his chest, his heartbeat thundered in your ear. He leaned down to press his lips into your hair, and you felt his hand trace slowly down your arm. His fingertips brushed over your hand and closed around the lightsaber hilt.

No! 

The sudden, frantic thought pierced through the haze of pleasure in your brain. You couldn’t let it go. This was your chance. You couldn’t back down, not even for him. You clutched the hilt tightly, refusing to release it when he gave it a gentle tug. You felt his body tense against yours, and he pulled back to stare intently down into your eyes.

“Your plan won’t work,” he said. 

Stop looking at me like that! 

“I have to try,” you whispered.

“And when you fail? What then? He won’t be merciful.”

“Then…” You swallowed thickly. “I’ll still have your lightsaber. It’ll be quick.”

His cybernetic fingers tightened dangerously around your fist, the hard metal biting into your skin.

“No,” he snarled. “I won’t let you.”

“It’s not up to you.”

“The hell it isn’t. The only reason I haven’t taken it back already is because I don’t want to hurt you. Do you think I’m just going to stand back and watch you—” He bit back the words, but they hung heavily between you, all the weightier for being unspoken.

You knew he was right, but still you clung stubbornly to the hilt. “I can’t stay here, and you’ll never betray your brother.”

“I already have,” he said fiercely. “For you. And for you, I would do it again. For you, I would drown this world in an ocean of blood.”

“Then let me go!”

“You’re going to get yourself killed!” he snapped. “And I can’t watch you—I won’t watch you end up as another one of his corpses.”

You flinched. 

When you declined to answer, he let out a frustrated grunt and released your hand. “Give me the lightsaber. Please.”

You shook your head and looked away, refusing to meet his eyes. He sighed, and then you felt the soft warmth of his fingertips graze your jaw as he tilted your face toward him.

“I can protect you,” he said.

“No one can protect me from him,” you replied hollowly. “He owns me, body and soul.”

“You don’t belong to him,” he whispered. “You never did.”

Your eyes burned with sudden, unshed tears, which you ruthlessly blinked back. “How can you say that when you know what I’ve done for him?”

Savage was quiet for a moment, his palm stroking softly across your back before he replied in a low tone. “Do you think my hands are clean?”

You tilted your head back to stare at him.

“If you’re looking for absolution, you’ve come to the wrong place. I’ve spilled more blood on his behalf than anyone. I’m the last person in the galaxy who’s qualified to forgive your sins.”

“Maybe both our souls are beyond saving,” you whispered.

Your grip on the lightsaber hilt loosened at last, and he pulled it slowly from your hand and clipped it onto his belt, then wrapped both arms around you and held you close. You hid your face against his chest, seeking that sense of invincibility you’d felt when he had first taken you in his arms. But it was an illusion, and you knew it. Even the mightiest warrior could be felled by a plasma blade, and every nanosecond you spent in his embrace multiplied the likelihood that the pair of you would be discovered. And what would happen then? Maul wouldn’t allow such a betrayal to go unpunished. And the thought of it—the thought of watching Savage—

You couldn’t. You would do anything to prevent such a fate. And so, you did the only thing you could do. You pulled away. He loosened his hold on you, but didn’t fully let you go.

“I can’t stay here,” you said, not meeting his eyes.

His hand rose to your jaw to tilt your face up until you were forced to look at him. “Do you trust me?”

His touch on your skin was warm and reassuring, and it took all your willpower not to melt into him as you replied, “You know I do.”

His thumb grazed your lips, and eyes roamed intently over your features for a long moment before he spoke. “Come with me.”

He took your hand and led you down the broad, curved stone stairway into the garden. High above, two of the planet’s moons hung full in the sky, illuminating your path despite the lateness of the hour. A heavy fog had begun to creep in from the sea, shrouding the garden in swirling mist, and your flimsy sandals quickly became sodden with the dew that had already begun to form on the grass. 

All of your senses felt heightened as you hurried through the garden. You could hear every faint rustle of vegetation in the soft breeze; every low, musical call of a nocturnal bird hidden among the trees. You could see the outline of each leaf and blossom, outlined in crystalline clarity by the moons’ light, and you recognized the familiar scent of the flowers Maul’s servants delivered to your quarters every morning. They only opened at night, you’d discovered, and you felt a faint pang of shame that some hapless servant had been ordered to venture out into the darkness to harvest them each evening.

Of the many places Maul had dragged you to throughout the galaxy, this might have been your favorite. In some ways, your time here had seemed almost idyllic. When Maul had not required your company, you had been permitted to roam the villa and grounds as you pleased—always with Savage shadowing you, of course. Wandering through the labyrinthine gardens, or picking your way over the boulders that lined the bottom of the cliffs at low tide, you could almost imagine you were free to do as you wished, to make your own choices. It was a fragile illusion, for a gilded cage with a lovely view remains yet a cage, and sometimes a nightmare lurks beneath the surface of a beautiful dream.

This was no meandering stroll down the winding, sandy path, though. As you hurried along next to Savage, you were uncomfortably aware of the sensation of his cum dripping down your thighs and cooling rapidly in the night air. He kept a brisk pace, and you could tell from the tension in his shoulders and the focus in his eyes as he scanned the darkened landscaping that he was on edge. You knew without a single doubt that if you were discovered, he would not hesitate to strike before any witnesses could report your flight to his brother. 

“Where are we going?” you asked as the pair of you approached the maze at the center of the garden.

“Inside.”

Savage pulled you closer to his side as he led you into the maze. You’d walked it enough times to know your way to the center, but that was not where he took you. Instead, he took you through one of the twisting side paths that led to nowhere.

“This path dead-ends at the wall of the garden,” you pointed out.

He glanced down at you with a small smile. “You know this maze well if you can find your way in the dark.”

Sure enough, you soon encountered the white stucco wall that surrounded the perimeter of the estate. You raised an eyebrow as if to say, “I told you so.” Before you could speak, though, he reached behind the abundant flowering vines that climbed up the wall, covering it in a fragrant, verdant curtain. You heard a small click, and then a panel slid back before your feet to reveal a durasteel staircase.

A smug little half-smile flitted across his lips at your obvious surprise, and you felt a tiny surge of irritation that made you want to kiss him until he was dazed and panting, on his knees at your feet.

Not the time.

He headed down the stairs, pulling you with him, keeping you close. It grew darker as you descended, but faint strips of emergency lights illuminated the edge of each step, and once you reached the bottom, they ran along each side of the corridor below.

Savage moved rapidly and with confidence, adjusting his stride so he didn’t drag you along behind him. His face had resumed its customary stoicism, and if not for the ache between your thighs, you would almost think he hadn’t been buried inside you mere moments before. You couldn’t help but notice that his free hand hovered close to his lightsaber. He hadn’t drawn it, so he wasn’t expecting an immediate attack, but he wasn’t taking any chances.

You were about to ask yet again where he was taking you when he reached a door panel. The door slid open with a hiss that sounded deafening in the hushed, tense silence. You inhaled sharply as you realized where he’d brought you, and why. 

The hangar.

It was a gigantic, cavernous space that had been carved out of the cliff beneath the villa, and it was filled with ships of every imaginable make—dozens of them, all belonging to the guests who partied obliviously far above you. Starfighters, pleasure shuttles, freighters, speeders, even a small diplomatic transport from a neutral system that had quietly aligned with the Shadow Collective when their arrangement with the Hutts was… renegotiated.

Savage’s eyes swept the hangar quickly, and once he was satisfied that no stragglers lurked among the various ships, he glanced up into the corner. A deft flick of his hand, and you saw a small flash of light as the circuits in the security holocom recorder shorted out. You knew he could have crumpled the recorder like a sheet of flimsi, but he was too clever to leave such obvious evidence. For a brief moment, your memory flickered to the way he’d used the Force with such precision to bring you to mind-blowing pleasure, and you felt a wave of heat suffuse your body. 

Alas, you had little opportunity to indulge the memory. Wasting no more time, Savage tightened his grip on your hand and began to stride quickly through the hangar. Abruptly, he darted between two ships, tugging you behind him. You didn’t recognize the vessel he selected, but he must have known it well enough, because he keyed in a code, and the ramp descended.

“Can you pilot?” he asked.

You nodded. “I’m no riot racer, but I can tell an ion thruster from a hull demolition sequencer.”

“Good,” he grunted. “This ship should have enough fuel to get you wherever you need to go. You’ll need to get rid of it before you get to wherever you’re headed. Sell it if you can, but don’t keep it.”

Your heart, already beating hard from your hasty flight through the garden, began to pound, and your mouth went dry. “Savage…”

He lifted your hand to his mouth and pressed his lips against your palm, inhaling deeply before letting you go. “You need to go now, while everyone is distracted. Once the party ends, you’ll have lost your chance.”

“Come with me,” you blurted, the words escaping your lips before you could stop them.

“You know I can’t. There is nowhere in the galaxy we could run that he wouldn’t hunt us down.”

“We’ll find somewhere safe,” you protested. “It’s a big galaxy.”

“Not big enough.”

“There has to be a way,” you insisted as unexpected tears stung your eyes. You blinked them back ruthlessly, but one escaped despite your efforts.

“If he knows you’re alive, he will come for you.” He rested his hand against your cheek, smoothing the tear away with his thumb. “I swore to protect you. This is the only way I can keep you safe.”

You felt as though all the oxygen had evacuated the hangar. Your chest burned, and you swallowed hard around the sudden tightness in your throat.

“Tell me I’ll see you again,” you whispered.

His jaw clenched. “You know I can’t promise that.”

“Swear it.”

His hand moved like lightning, wrapping around the back of your head and pulling you into a frantic, consuming kiss. His other arm locked around your body and crushed you against himself as his tongue swept into your mouth. He kissed you deeply, as if he could memorize your taste—as if he could keep you, if only he kissed you hard enough. When he broke away, his chest heaved as he panted. His mask of stoicism had shattered, and desolation was written plainly in his beautiful, golden eyes.

“Don’t make me lie to you,” he pleaded.

Your jaw trembled, and your head fell forward to rest against his chest. He wrapped you tightly in his arms and buried his face in your hair.

“Please,” you whispered.

He exhaled softly, his breath warm and quiet against your head. “I will try.”

It wasn’t enough, not even close, but it had to be. You nodded slowly.

“It’s time to go, love,” he murmured. His embrace loosened, and pressed something into your hand as he stepped back. “Go while you can.”

“What will you tell him?” you asked.

“I’ll think of something.” 

A cold stab of fear pierced your heart as you realized he was going to have to lie, and lie convincingly, to a man who could read minds. You pulled him down into one final kiss, and he let you, but all too soon, his hands gripped your shoulders and held you firmly away from him.

“Go. You can’t wait any longer.”

You nodded, and without another word, you disappeared into the ship. You settled into the pilot’s seat and powered it up, then maneuvered it out of the hangar and into the night sky. Once you were clear of the planet’s gravity well, you entered coordinates to a bustling underworld moon where you were confident you could offload the ship and find alternate transport. 

When the ship jumped to hyperspace, you slumped back into the seat and wrapped your arms protectively around your body. The brilliant blue streaks of hyperspace blurred through tears, and instead of the sweet taste of freedom, all that lingered was bitterness and ash on your tongue.