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Alice in Wonderland anyone?
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This is Talia's dream date
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Sometimes I like to start a Picrew train soooo here we go.
Picrew - super cute ☺️
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Fae Book Recommendations
I wanted to do a book rec on books I have read that are about the Fae and see if anyone has any other recommendations.
Heart of the Raven Prince by Tessonja Odette
Curse of the Wolf King by Tessonja Odette
An Enchantment of Ravens by Margaret Rogerson
Deal with an Elf King by Elise Kova
A Dance with the Fae Prince by Elise Kova
The Cruel Prince (Folk of Air books) by Holly Black
Uprooted by Naomi Novik
Spinning Silver by Naomi Novik
Flame and Starlight by Dana Isaly
Throne of Glass by Sarah J Maas
A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J Maas
The Bargainer series by Laura Thalassa
He sure did put up with a lot. The man has the patience of a saint.
How they react to you being captured by the enemy:
*my first time writing, but I love this blue man too much for my own good lol! Please don’t be afraid to steal my ideas, I just want to see more thrawn! This was done over my phone notes so I didn’t get a chance to remove it!
Thrawn:
-His most prized art peace, the only art price dedicated to him, and him only. His wife.
- Would do everything in his power to retrieve you.
- He could care less how many life’s he’ll have to take to get you back to him.
- Would personally take the mission himself.
- His star destroyer, the citihaunting , and it’s entire crew, would loom over the the planets main city
- You were his prized possession, his favourite piece of art work. No one dear steal that from him.
- Governor Pryce would be blamed for you’re kidnapping, as he put her in charge of you’re safety when he was commanding his ship.
- He’d go retrieve you personally himself.
- Considers his men incompetent, especially his generals.
- Rains hell fire near the base you are kept as a warning.
- You were surrendered quickly at that point.
- You never had to worry he’d always come back for you.
- His most prized possession.
- Quickly destroys the base immediately after he safely has you back on board.
- Wants to scold you for getting yourself into that situation.
- But ends up just wrapping his arms around you from behind.
- You feel him leave a trail of kisses upon you’re neck
- You lean into his touch.
- You watched from the windows in Thrawns chambers, you see nothing but death and destruction.
-The base is completely desecrated, nothing could possibly survive the destruction.
- You’re heart aches for the people that lost their life’s because of you’re recklessness’s, and you’re husbands anger.
- You hear is smooth voice whispering into you’re ear
- “There is no one or thing in this galaxy that will bring harm to you, I’d personally destroy the galaxy, down to its very planet, if it meant keeping you from harm.”
- He holds you’re jaw so he can tilt you’re lips towards him
- You feel him tighten his opposite hand on you’re waste.
- The kiss doesn’t last long as he was still an Grand Admiral, and he had a full fleet to attend too.
- His position as Admiral meant he could keep you safe. So he took hos role very seriously.
- He gave you one last kiss on you’re forehead before leaving.
-He paused for a moment as exited his personal quarters, his back turned to you.
- “Try to stay out of troubles this time.” Thrawn sternly advised, yet had a small smile grow as he left for his post
- You both get a thrill from him rescuing you.
- And you both know he gets off to the idea of keeping you safe.
- He thrives off the idea of him being you’re protector.
- His love for you would burn the galaxy down just for you.
- But never would he admit that, he had to much pride.
Would anyone like to read a high fantasy novel about a side character turned main character?
A fourth born daughter is thrown into the fae realm after her older sister is kidnapped and imprisoned. Only 17 years old she charges into the woods with only the help of her trusty squirrel friend who brings her snacks and books, who may or may not be a fae. She finds her sister deep in the Evil Queen's dungeons and brings her food and medicine whenever she can...until one day she walks in on her making out with the dark Fae prince she's fairly certain is a mind reader and decides that she's not touching that with a ten-foot-stick.
When the lands fall to war, she is simply a foot soldier. Nothing more. She doesn't learn how to fight in a week with days to spare. Though her sister is a general, and the most powerful fae in centuries.
When all settles down, she doesn't fall in love with a king or a general or a warlord or even a bastard. But with a second, or a third son. The foxy one with the long red hair. What if there were no fated mates?
What if she was allowed to comfortably live the rest kf her life out on the fae country side with her new little family?
How do you think Thrawn would be as a dad?
Hmmmmmmm... Good question.
He would be protective, it's a given. But I think he would have difficulty to show affection or to create a bound between him and his children. He loves them, obviously, he love them so much but he wouldn't know how to show it? Especially if they are younger kids.
Or rather he would show it in ways that are obvious to him, but not others. Like I wrote in this fic, he's definitively on the spectrum and what would be seen by a simple drawing session by his children is a deep mine of information for him. It is his way of showing that he deeply cares, that he loves, but it's not obvious for them.
They don't feel neglected, he's alway's around to help with everything and anything, they don't feel unloved, they just feel misenderstood? They craves kisses and hugs but it doesn't come naturally to him who is more reserved. He won't reject them if they come asking, he's happy to oblige, but it rarely comes from him either.
As they grow older they understand that they are so much way to love someone, and because their father didn't love as they wanted or expected doesn't mean he didn't love at all. He loved them by nurturing their artsy side, he loved them by teaching them everyday, he loved them by caring everyday.
He simply loved them.
Squeeeeeeeeeze!!! You've been given a hug! Send this to all the people who deserve a hug. See how many you get back :) Now let the hugging begin! 💙💙✨
And you get a hug 🤗
Squeeeeeeeeeze!!! You've been given a hug! Send this to all the people who deserve a hug. See how many you get back :) Now let the hugging begin! 💙💙✨
Big Hug! ♥️♥️
Bioweapon!Obi-wan who feeds off the Force: You taste like determination and sunbeams... Also a little like peanut butter
Cody, who just rescued his starving General from force suppressors: ... Peanut butter?
could you imagine any shit ass naval officer trying to make idle small talk with the wheezing refrigerator of a cyborg haunting the bridge of his ship and the guy is like, talking fondly of naval academy experiences and in a genuine overture the guy casually asks vader what year he graduated his own academy. and not only did vader never so much as look at a military school he also only turned 23 last week
I have this disease called starts too many WIPs syndrome
The Copper Wire and the Stars
After following your heart you run into a certain Senior Captain.
Can be read as platonic or romantic, g/n reader, no warnings.
The halls of the Chiss cruiser were emense. Constructed of rings and circuits that intertwined and overlapped with one another, creating intricate patterns that all led to the center of the ship in a spiral. The halls curved along with it, large enough for five grown chiss to stand side-by-side and walk comfortably down, every door was the exact same rectangular shape with slightly curved edges, every once in a while a uniformed chiss would exit from one of the durasteel doors with an automated hiss. It was nearly impossible to tell them apart, impossible to nagivate the large ship except by the markings along the edges of the walls that were all in Chenuh. You had no sense of direction as you wondered the halls, unable to tell up from down, left from right, if you were sideways or pointed straight up. And no matter how good your internal compass was onland, here you could not pin point true north no matter how hard you tried, or the gravity well as it would be here.
As you walked along the halls, your eyes wondered, taking in every crevice of the large vessel. They drifted along the walls, and the floors, studying every passing robotic and chiss alike. As well as the few other humans who crossed your path, each appearing just as wonderstruck as you felt. Allowing a hand to carefully trace along the wall, your large eyes swept upwards to the bundles of wires that traversed the ceilings. Though you were certain they were not meant to be elegant, merely for functionality, making sure that various functions of the ship were properly supplied. You found a beauty in the coppery strands, as they twisted and turned along the height of the ceiling, you could only think of them as art. Keeping your eyes on the wires, you found one that you felt most drawn to and followed it. With no where to be and no idea where you were, you chased after the copper path. As it twisted and turned, joining with larger strands and splitting back apart into its own being, you followed it down hallways small and large, through automatic doors and passed many other beings. It seemed as if the strand would continue forever, and you had no problem wiht that, settling with yourself that you would follow it forever until you found the end. As your soft boots padded against the floors, a slight skip came to your step, as if you were dancing along to the music of a piano or some other instrument. Your feet felt like they barley touched the ground, and your pace quickened. On the verge of runnning, running after the copper thread. That is when it came to an end.
Looking up still as you came to a sudden halt, the wire twisted in on itself and shot straight up. Possibly into the inner workings of the ship, or onto the upper level. You did not know. A breathless laugh escaped your lips as you stood, alone in the wide open hallway. Looking around, you found yourself completely alone, not another soul in sight. With a hum, you looked to the wire above you and waved goodbye to it, before setting off to find your starting point and your room again. As you turned a small viewport caught your eye. Barely two feet long and half of that high, the window showed still space outside. Freestanding stars, glittering red, white, yellow, blue, and green. They twinkled in and out of existence just as they did on your own world, the black void of space magnifying their brilliance. You stood there for a long while, a few minutes, a few hours, what did it matter. You studied every speck that you could see, counting the coloured ones, and smiling whenever you saw one move. You studied one cluster that you were almost certain made a constellation that you were familiar with from your planet, when the skies exploded in streams of streaking colours. The stars blurred together, becoming bright white lines that painted the inside of the cruiser with light, as it entered hyperspace. It burned your eyes for a moment, the light, but captivated as you were you could not bring yourself to look away. As a spacefaring species, the Chiss did not bother with protective shielding along the edges of the viewports, they had evolved for the lights to not bother them. As a member of a younger species in the asspect of spacetravel, you simply had to remember to not gaze for too long.
Tearing your eyes from the viewport, they landed once again on the coppery wire that led you here. Peaking around the corners of the hall, you made sure that there was no one coming near you, as your eyes locked on one segment of the line. A burbling laugh slipped from your lips and you spun yourself around.
Keeping your movements small and tight, you brought your arms to clasp at your heart. Your laughs echoing through your ears, the copper plating on the ceiling all blurred into one solid sheet with artificial swirls working their way through them. You continued to twist around, the fabric of your clothes flowing with you in what little ways they could, letting your arms free to spin beside you as enjoyed the pure bliss of this. You spotted a glimpse of blue from the corner of your eye and came to an abrupt stop, stumbling to the side, as a chiss came from around the corner. His blueish-black hair was slicked back in proper military fashion, his hands clasped behind his back, his long strides that had been carrying him in her direction came to a stop. His uniform, a dark grey, was perfectly pressed, lines of burgundy ran through the seams. On one shoulder he proudly displayed the symbol of the Ascendancy, on the other a blazing sun. It was the commander of this vessel. You had met him more than once, specifically when you had first arrived on the vessel. He had welcomed you and your kin, and exchanged names. His was Mitth’raw’nuruodo.
His studious face, with his strong cheekbones and sharp jawline, took in your state. Standing to the side of the hall, chest rising and falling a bit too quickly, cheeks flushed, and eyes wide, still in perfect view of the starry night outside. A singular eyebrow quirked upwards, perhaps amusement twinkled in his eyes, he took a breath as he prepared to speak.
“Ms. (y/n),” his cool voice enveloped you, steady as he was with just a hint of youth.
“Captain Thrawn,” you returned his greeting, your head inclining in his direction as his did the same. He smiled, it barely noticeable, a ghost of one. And continued forward, striding down the hall. As he passed you, the scent of evergreens and crisp winter days drifted with him. Bringing with it the memories of frolickling in the snow, making angels and snowmen, trying to climb trees with branches too close together. Breaking branches and watching the sap run across your fingers. The cold causing your nose and cheeks to turn different shades of pink, the cold slush of the melting snow underneath your boots. The warmth of a drink when you returned in, the smell of gingerbread in the oven. A deep breath in, as you tried to steady your pounding heart. At the noise the chiss came to a stop, and turned to gaze at you. His gaze pierced through any armor you may have had, slicing all of your protections, and reading your soul.
“You’re unsteady,” it was true, with every shift you made the room began to spin again. “Do you require assistance?” he cocked his head to the side, expectant of your answer.
“I...” you swallowed, “I could use some help getting back to my room.” he smiled that small smile again, it was barely the edge of his lip pulling up. He crossed over to you in one long stride, and held his hand out for you. With one last breath, you reached over and gripped onto his outstreached hand. It was gloved, and the leather fabric tightened and pulled as he gently nudged you foward. He turned you to be beside him, fastening your arm in the crook of his. Holding tight as you began your walk back down the long halls.
You traverrsed them in silence for a few moments, your eyes again beginning to wander about the ship, eyes alight with fascination. You had once again began to follow the copper coil back to where you had been, when his voice startled you back to reality.
“If I may ask, what were you doing?” For a moment you wondered if he had seen you spinning, but more likely he was asking how you had gotten lost.
“I...” your cheeks reddened, “I wanted to explore the ship. My people have nothing like this.”
“Do they not?” his head quirked to the side, keen interest in his eyes, though you knew that he was aware that his people were far more advanced than yours were. You were a first generation. The first generation of your people to be contacted by aliens.
“No. I spent my entire life believing that the furthest anyone could reach was another planet in our solar system. In a single chambered capsle. Unreachable for someone like me. But now,” your eyes sparkled, “there are unlimited possibilities.”
He hummed, his head remaining straight, “The possibilties are endless. Even I am at times struck with the magnificance of the universe.” You blinked, yes it was magnificent. A whole new world opened to you with its discovery.
“It’s a piece of art. A massive painting, each new story a single brushstroke. It’s beautiful.” He came to a stop, just by the side of another viewport. Looking out at the sea of stars, you could see the lives of millions of beings, their dreams written in the stars, their aspirations, and goals. Their failures and doubts. You wondered if someone looked out at them and wondered about you. You couldn’t help but glance at the red eyes that refelcted back at you through the glass. That looked into your own.
Moving away, you began to walk down the path again. You became aware of the movement of other beings up ahead. Glancing at the blue skinned chiss beside you, you decided to slip your arm from his. Your heart screamed at you as the last bit of contact slipped away, and you chastised its yearning. He was an alien, a military man, you didn’t know him, he didn’t know you, he had no interest in you. You straightened, and found that you were no longer dizzy.
“Thank you for your help, Captain. I believe I can find my way from here.” With a nod, you turned to walk away, and a hand came to rest on your forearm.
“Please,” his eyes peered into yours, the shinning red intense as he studied you, “you still seem unsteady from your” his lips definitely moved upwards that time, “twirling.” A faint rosy hue took over your cheeks and a nervous laugh started.
“Allow me to accompany you the rest of the way,” he once again held out his hand. You began to smile.
“I'll allow it,” this time his smile is prominant, “Thank you.”
“It is my pleasure,” once again he links his arm with yours and moves through the crowds of the cuiser, safely depositing you at your cabin door, a nod as a farewell. The copper wire still high above you, and the stars streaking past.
YOU SEE THIS MAN?!?!?
This wonderful, cultured, courteous man?
The one and only Grand Admiral Thrawn.
Well, if they make him evil in Ahsoka, I will probably have a screaming fit and then break the TV. Seriously. He can be an antagonist, I don't care about that, but we saw in his new trilogies and even some Legends material that Thrawn actually has a softer side. And it's pretty prominent.
Who else thinks that they'll focus on the Grysk War instead?
Also, we NEED live-action Ar'alani.
I have spoken
I have a hankering for Thranto.
The thing is Thrawn knows the difference between right and wrong. He understands what constitutes as evil.
He also puts people in categories and deliberately ignores their personhood. Filing them into ally, enemy, or asset.
Does it pain him to hold people at arms length? Is this something he feels he must do, or does it come naturally?
Thrawn is the most complex "villain" star wars has ever seen. And in a universe that likes to paint people as black or white, good or bad, Sith or Jedi, Thrawn is a different animal entirely
With every story you write, you learn a little more about the craft and art of storytelling. Your voice and your style shines brighter with each tale you tell. Don’t be afraid to experiment and try something new because discovery is your greatest asset!
So stock up on those WIPs! Stack ‘em high! Keep telling your stories because you never know what you’ll learn about your writing today! :)
Is Audible worth it? I just want to finally listen to all of the Thrawn books (I love the snippets I've heard of Marc Thompson's voice), but will I actually save anything? Or would it be better to buy them individually?
Audible is $14.95/month aka 1 credit per month or 1 free book per month, but the Thrawn audiobooks range from a little less to a little more than $15 each. There is a plan that is $119.50/year, that give you 12 credits.
Buying books individually: $171.25
Monthly plan: $179.40
Yearly plan: $119.50
But once I get these books, I'll probably never use it again seeing as I don't really listen to audiobooks.
If you couldn't tell this was me thinking outloud, I problem solve better when I'm speaking to someone else.
I've heard some debate over which Family the skywalkers will choose. I haven't heard much over the possibility of Vah'nya losing Third Sight, but imagine if she did. Whose Family would she choose? Ar'alani's former Family the Irizi? Her (possible) father Thrawn's? To my knowledge there aren't any Chiss she's particularly close to.
But you know what would be sweet? If she took the Family of a very close friend, of someone who swore to protect her. It would be unconventional. It would cause an uproar in the Syndicure.
Imagine if she took the name Eli'vah'nya. Ivah.
Chiss take
Chiss purr.
That’s it, that’s my take.
Vurawn wondered often what his life would have looked like if he had taken the Mitth's proposal to be a merit adoptive all those years ago. At odds with the foul faced Syndic who had come to collect him? Surrounded by different friends than the ones he had now? On course for a successful military career? Certainly not here.
The Kivu were considered an obscure family by the majority of the rest of the Acendancy. As a Lesser Family, they had developed their own customs and traditions. They were more expressive than other Families, they valued art, each Kivu having their own favored medium. They grew up dancing and singing, it was uncommon for a Kivu not to be proficient in some instrument. They were an anomaly. A cultural hub in the midst of Rentor.
But what unsettled the other Families the most about the Kivu was their method for choosing their new Patriarch. While other Families elected their Patriarch democratically or the dying Patriarch chose their successor themselves, the Kivu title was passed down through blood. From Patriarch to their eldest child.
Vurawn had entered the military as a young male and had made it quite far for his time spent there and his Family name. Junior Captain. But he had other duties, and when news of his Patriarch's death reached him, he had to return to Rentor. He left his military career behind him.
And he found himself here. In a world where he was mentored by Thooraki himself, a brotherhood with a young Mitth, blossoming friendship with a sweet Syndic, a rivalry with a Prime. Ten ruling families instead of nine. A golden cape displaying his Family's symbol. And a title:
Patriarch Kivu'raw'nuru.
Eli Vanto (reciting his script): I have been sent to warn you of the oncoming storm. The death of the Acendancy. The great evil that is coming your way. I come as a sign of good faith, I come at the bidding of Grand Admiral Mitth'raw'nuruodo. For proof I have his most prized journal.
Thurfian: ...you smell funny.
@tinylilmeowmeow inspired by this post
Thank you @ele-millennial-weirdo we're nearly the same height!
These are based on headcanon heights, I couldn't decide on who to include!
Tagging: @vibratingbonesbis @thespicypapaya @artificial-people-ai
Size comparison of my blorbos + me. Feel free to jump in~
Real question: how tall are the Chiss to you?
There are no official heights for like any of the Chiss and that is a shame. Thrawn is roughly 6′4″ we know this because of the great Lars Mikkelsen. I’ve always imagined Thrawn to tower over everyone else. Lanky beanpole when he was a teenager type. Ba’kif is probably right at 6′ and Ar’alani is the same height. Thrass is either in the upper 5′ range or lower 6′. He is definitely not taller than Thrawn, but when they stood side-by-side I always imagined him to only be a few inches shorter. So maybe 6′1″? 6′2″? Thurfian isn’t 6′, about 5′10″ or 5′11″. He’s considered on the shorter side of the average. Zistalmu is taller than him, possibly Thrawn’s height. Thalias is shorter than him. Anywhere from the 5′7″-9″ range. Samakro is right at 5′11″. Kharill is about 6′5″-6″. He’s slightly taller than Thrawn.
But that’s not saying that Thrawn is overly tall, in fact he’s surrounded daily by chiss who are taller than him (personal headcannon that chiss grow to nearly 7′ on average). It just so happens that the people he finds himself with are usually shorter than him. Going to the Empire where everyone is human is a little bit of an adjustment, he feels like he’s a towering over them all. And on average he is half a foot taller than them.
He would throw up...
Then push you into the bed to show you what he's really capable of
"Youngling?" Thrawn's cold voice cut to your core, sending shivers down your spine. The warrior paced across the floors of his bedroom so he came to stand a hair's breadth in front of you. Nose to nose, a dangerous glint in his eye.
"You would allow such a decrepit old male to pleasure you?" A slow chuckle escaped, his hand shot up to grasp your neck. You let out a startled gasp, his long fingers brushing over the sensitive skin of your neck. A sharp smile made its way onto his face.
"I assure you," he whispered as he pushed you to the bed "I am perfectly capable of satisfying you like a real Mitth.
"With twice the vigor."
"This youngling can not satisfy you like a real Mitth can. Come here girl." He orders with open arms and a smirk, too happy to backstab his nemesis.
The real delicacy is that you come on your own volition, seeking the warmth of a real experienced man.
"Yes, sir..." You flush purple, shyly coming into his arms. You feel them snake their way to your chin, he tilts your head forcing you to look at him.
"What happens behind those doors, stay behind those doors." He intimates you...
Please do write something, I would read it with great pleasure ! ❤️
There's not an emoji for my face right now, it's a mixture of: ☺🤭😶😏😳😮😟😖 and high pitched screaming.
A "real experienced man" indeed. I would love to see Thrawn's reaction to being called a youngling. Insulted, acknowledge his youth, he's more...energetic than his elder.
I will try to write a little thing soon, something naughty
Imagine being in a relationship with Thrawn and seeing Thurfian in secret, or vice versa. The Drama ✨ the scandal ✨the insolence ✨ he will shit talk all the time !
Oh gods yes.
I will try to write something as well, but the thought of actually writing what I want to read makes me gag. The work 🥲
😂 Oh but this is going to be so much fun.
Thank you for indulging me in my horny brainrots !
He's not keen on cunni but he's a killer at fingering ! Boy oh boy those hands do wonders, and he takes great pride at making you cum only with his fingers, especially when he's youger. 😩 He would look you in the eyes and licks his fingers clean with a smirk.
Thrawn is the opposite, he's the cunni boy of our hearts❤️
I welcome all Thurfian thots and headcannons, I am now hooked. Seriously need those fics now.
Yeah, I can see that. His fingers are so long and slender. And you look so good laid in front of him, how could he resist?
But on that note, he is all for you servicing him.
Yeah, young Thurfian is really selfish. Patriarch Thurfian is more laid back and a giver, he would do it for his girl.
Now does he has any game ? 🤭
Wether Syndic or Patriarch do you think he found success with women ?
Oh definitely. If only for the fact that he's powerful, more than a few women have found their ways into his bedchambers.
But personally I believe that even if at first glance he seems unlikely to flirt, maybe even prudish, he is extremely charismatic.