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Merit adoptives in the Ascendancy

Thrawn: Chaos Rising

No one asked for this, but...

This man growls:

Deep and guttural, it comes from the back of his throat and works it's way up. His entire chest rumbles, and his body tenses, his teeth bared at the one who angered him or challenged. Before stalking forward.

This man, hisses:

Like a cat or a snake, wide mouthed and incisors flashing. His torso leans forward, while his feet stay planted. He'll smile after, and his quary gains the faint sense that if he had the chance, he would go for the neck.

Actually I think it would be really funny if Thrawn makes contact with the CDEF and it’s fucking Roscu who ends up picking up the transmission. I just KNOW she would be like “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me you ASSHOLE!! What are you DOING out here I will blast you into oblivion for trespassing in Chiss space fuck you fuck you” and Thrawn is just “I’m glad to see you haven’t changed I’m however Please help me I’m stranded and last I saw Ar’alani she wanted me to report in. I’m trying to find her.”

My first tag! Thank you @ele-millennial-weirdo You're awesome!

(I love purple)

Tagging: @artificial-people-ai @admiral-arelami @adeadphish @thespicypapaya

haven't done a picrew in a moment but this one was just so cute! thanks @rosesau for the tag <3

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Ok I want to say something controversial

But you are responsible for your own safe spaces. You can block tags, block words, block people.

“But i thought fandom was supposed to be a safe space” —yeah you have to curate it.

Unfortunately one persons’s safe space may be another persons’ trigger. That’s ok. Simply block them, block the tag, block the word etc. They can do the same for you.

Maybe I’m just out of touch, but I’ve been around since the days of “don’t like, don’t read” and that’s a good philosophy. If it squicks you, scroll past. If it causes you anxiety or upset, block! Plenty of people are responsive if you ask them to tag an upsetting trigger. And if they’re dicks about it, block em.

Not even a name drop?

You fucking cowards!

I teased this in a comment the other day and I had to write it. Comedy isn't my usual style so we'll see how this goes!

The Meiloorun

Thrawn x gn!reader, established relationship

Warnings: suggestive content, implied NSFW

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At the edge of the galaxy was not where you had expected to find yourself, in some practically unnamed system on an even more undistinguished planet. The fact that it was a binary star system was the most interesting thing about it. But Grand Admiral Thrawn had received word that there was Rebel activity in the area and was dead set on investigating it, and you were a loyal servant of the Empire, furthermore of the Chimaera and you were deeply loyal to its commander. But still, you sighed, why did you have to be chosen for a mission on this planet?

The suns were scorching, blazing trails of heat that were visible to the naked eye, you were sweating, beads dripping off of your neck. Even though you were barely clothed, garbed in a "traditional" scrap that allowed the rare bursts of wind to slip through while the wearer was still, technically speaking, modest.

Why you were chosen for this mission, you had no clue. You weren't a ground trooper, your speciality was numbers, statistics, patterns, that sort of thing. Your presence here wasn't needed here. But who were you to argue with a Grand Admiral? Thrawn had requested your presence and you had answered. Of course you had.

And speaking of the Grand Admiral, he stood beside you now. A sand colored tunic clinging to his own blue skin, muscles straining against his rolled up sleeves, his colar bone bare and...you should not be looking at your commanding officer that way, even if he was out of uniform. Even if his biceps flexed like that. NO! Hey, stop it.

It didn't help that you were almost certain that he had positioned himself three steps behind you so that he had a...view.

Every so often when you glanced back, you saw his eyes trained on you. And when you turned away you could feel them burning holes in your back.

As unsettling as his gaze was at times, you couldn't help the warmth that spread through your abdomen. Or the memories of the nights before when he gazed at you with the same intensity. Your body spread out on his berth, his desk, his lap, pinned to the wall like some piece of art. A shudder ran up your spine, and when you turned your head to the side, peaking at him out of the corner of your eye, a smirk was working its way onto his lips. He knew what he did to you. And from the way he was moving the fingers on his ring hand, he was planning on demonstrating his skills some more later on.

No. You're on duty. You mentally told your rational side to shut up, but still turned your head away. And just as well, if you let your mind wonder down that path you would waste the whole day away thinking about your k'ein's'ehn. Your "beloved," or at least that's what Thrawn had told you it meant when he taught you how to say it. From the smirk on his face at the time, and the shock on Admiral Ar'alani's when he had first introduced you as it, you had begun to doubt that that was the true translation. But you liked the way it sounded, it had taken you hours of intruction to perfect the stuttering Cheunh word and you weren't going to let that practice go to waste.

And if you let your mind slip, you may miss a crucial detail in the sand city ahead that could help move this mission along faster, and let you get off of this scorching hell ball.

There wasn't a gate into the city. Not even a guard. There was a large sand and stone wall that surrounded their meager settlement. It wouldn't stop troopers you observed, but would stop, or at least slow down any raiders or wild animals this planet may have.

Stepping into the "city," you were suddenly overwhelmed with a series of sights, smells, and feelings. All around large square buildings made their home, carved out of sand and stone they looked like a part of the landscape themselves. They had small oval windows on the second floors, acting as ventilation shafts, taking in the wind that swept over the large barrols of water that litered the sides of every structure. The roofs of the houses were made simply of mud and loose straw. Along the edges of the road, stalls began to appear, and the smell of various treats began to waft up. The vendors yelling for you to spend a credit. There were too many places for rebels to hide for your liking, an ambush would be easy in this place.

Thrawn's face was calm, his stride still leasurely. But his right hand tapped on his thigh twice, and three unarmored stormstroopers slipped off into side alleys. You eyes narrowed, that gesture wasn't standard. In fact it was...your head snapped up, your eyes to his. Thrawn quirked an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth as you glared. He continued to look around, his eyes sweeping over every inch of the area, his gaze lingering on the occasional murals They were light in colour, contructed of tiles and mosaics, faded with time it appeared that no one had redone them in years. Or perhaps just since the last sand storm. You didn't know what he saw in them, but you didn't question as he came to a stop in front of a large scene.

The scene was painted on what appeared to be a coral background, cyan and copper danced in swirling patterns, joined quickly by chiffon and ivory as a woman began to take form, clothed in a robe not unlike mine. Brief sparks of brighter color danced around her head and arms in starbursts. Other than the beauty of it, you could not discern any significance. You turned to move away, but were stopped by a sharp voice.

"One moment, Lieutenant Commander." You came to an abrupt stop, and swung around to face the alien. His right arm was crossed over his midsection, his left hand supporting his chin, as his glowing red eyes inspected the art piece before him, they were alight with a facination that only came to them when he studied art, the satisfaction that appeared when he had deduced a deeper meaning or solved a puzzle.

"Sir?" you stood waiting, your arms folded behind your back, your feet spread to shoulder width, your chin raised, and eyes looking towards him but not directly in his eyes. His own body shifted, his head turning to look at you. A smile graced his lips, the white of his teeth peeking out from the small slit. He gestured to the mural with one arching hand.

"Tell me what you see." It was your turn to quirk an eyebrow, so it was one of those times was it. Thrawn had an unsavory habit of testing your observational skills, and how far he deemed you had progressed since your first meeting. You turned once again to the mural, concentration crowding your face. Your gaze raked the art from corner to corner, but the longer you looked the less you saw, you grimanced.

"I just see a painting, sir." He stared at you for a long moment.

"What do you see in the painting, Commander?" You thought for a moment, your eyes flickering to the mural, sometimes all he wanted was the most obvious thing.

"I see a woman, she's dressed in their traditional garb." He nodded this time, progress at least.

"And below her?" Below her...

"Fields, sir. They appear to be wheat." The smile grew fractionally.

"Correct, but they are not just wheat. It appears that every major crop produced and native to this planet are depicted here." You glaced at the painting again, indeed as you looked closer you could see that the lines and vines differed from one another. But still,

"Sir, I don't see how this is relevant. We should continue on with the mission?" As soon as you suggested it, the smile dropped off of his face. He turned to stare at you with cold eyes. You had been under Thrawn's command for long enough to know not to question his judgement, but you were hot, and sticky, and desperate to get off of this planet as quickly as possible. So maybe you didn't say the best possible thing.

"Perhaps," his eyes flickered to a place far behind you, before resting on your face again. "Or perhaps you will learn to appreciate the insight that artists can provide." He set a quick pace, brushing past your shoulder.

"Come."

Your eyes found those of one of the stormtroopers behind you, his eyes had confusion written in them. He risked a quick shrug and you returned the gesture, before turning to follow the Admiral.

You found him halfway across the courtyard, approaching a vendor with grey skin and a long snout. In front of him, laid out in the wooden stall, was a bundle of meilooruns.

You quickened your pace, to come up beside him, listening as he began to barter with the alien man.

Meilooruns were not native to any of the systems even remotely near the sector. They would have had to be requested by a buyer and imported in. Wait, was that what he had been trying to get at? You cringed again. It was a known fact that the rebel Hera Syndulla had a taste for the exotic fruit. They were used more than once as a symbol of that specific faction of rebels, they were known to go to extreme lengths to acquire one. You grimanced at the memory of what the troops had dubbed the "Lothal Incident." Returning your mind to the present, you surveyed the area, but nothing else seemed out of place. Not at the moment.

Thrawn continued to bicker with the vender, from the rounded syllables, if you had to guess you would say that they were speaking in Meese Caulf. You made a mental note to begin learning the language after Thrawn had finished pounding Sy Bisti into you (litterally). The vendor slammed a meiloorun onto the counter and pointed at you sharply. You took a step back, startled and confused.

Thrawn glanced at you evaluating, and you leaned away from him as well. What was going on?

He made a "calm down" gesture with his hand, and spoke in a flurry of words. The vendor thought for a moment before placing another fruit beside the other, gently this time. Thrawn evaluated the meiloorun before looking pointedly at the other, and then at the vendor with a look that read "do you think I'm stupid?"

With a grumble the vendor replaced the bruised meiloorun with a new one, maybe slightly overripe, but delicious if eaten immediately. Thrawn nodded in approval and swipped the two meilooruns from the counter, and snipping a sharp word at the alien. It laughed and nodded vigourously.

You looked in confusion at the Admiral, he hadn't put foward any form of payment. As you puzzled, you felt a hand grasp your forearm. And Thrawn was handing you over to the vendor.

"Grand Admiral..." The alien roughly jerked you to the ground, and slapped a small chain around your ankle. You jumped up immediately, glaring at the alien. "Thrawn,"

He raised a hand and shushed you.

"Perhaps you'll learn not to disrespect your superiors after a time in slavery." He said it simply and left you gobstopped, your mouth opening and closing as you searched for the words to shout at him. He smiled, and produced a small knife from his pocket. Slicing a small bit of the orange fruit and bringing it to his lips he suckled the colourful juices, before he turned on his heel and began to walk away. He tossed the other meiloorun to one of the troopers, who stared at you with wide eyes before also starting to follow his Admiral. You gritted your teeth.

"Thrawn!" you bastard, you whispered under your breath, "Mitth'raw'nuruodo! Come back here!" he continued to walk away, raising his hand over his shoulder in a short wave, as the vendor laughed above you.

Not long after you heard the sound of blaster fire ringing out all around the square, and form adjoining alleys. A close flyby of the rebel ship the Ghost followed soon after, a squadron of ties on its aft. You bit your lip, and settled in, content to wait there until Thrawn had decided that you had had enough time to apporprietely learn your "lesson."

But he didn't come back.

Not until a few hours later when he sent a scout to retrieve you, and a few more meilooruns. It was implied that the meilooruns were the main mission.

In the midst of your berating that night you couldn't help but notice the mirth dancing in his eyes, as he took your scolding. And as he pulled you ontop of him and onto the bed, how could you not begrudgingly forgive him? Even with the fresh bowl of meilooruns on the bedside table.

You're still mad though. Just making that clear Mitth'raw'nuruodo.

Translations:

k'ein's'ehn: betrothed

I absolutely love the first one. He looks gentle, sad, knowing, satisfied, and in control all at the same time. Maybe a little bit of mirth there as well.

*gasp* There’s more of my favorite blueberry, not just half a face on a book cover :O

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Echo leaving was Omega's first familiar loss in the series. She's lost her home and seen many clones die, but this is the first time that someone in her squad has left. She has no idea how to process this loss and doesn't understand when Hunter, Wrecker, and especially Tech don't react with the same confusion and anger that she does. They've all lost someone important to them, probably more times than they would like to keep count.

Omega doesn't see that, she sees a cold front, the product of abandonment.

Omega feels like Echo abandoned her, and Tech feels like Crosshair abandoned him.

That's why their conversation in episode 9 is so important. During the first season we, the viewers, see Tech blow up on Cross when they're escaping Kamino, but it is never mentioned again, whatever harbored resentment he may have is sidelined, and it is possible that Omega never saw how much it hurt him. And now with Echo leaving, she does see, that one mention of Crosshair, the pain in his eyes, she can now see that she is more like him that she thought, he's just used to being abandoned.

And now with recent episodes, in season 3, we'll have a chance to see another parallel. Omega never meant to abandon her family, she was taken and she'll most likely be brainwashed (or it will be attempted). Similarly Crosshair didn't have a choice when he was taken. He'll have to face the knowledge that Tech died coming to save him. That he died protecting Omega.

They'll both be a ressentful towards one another, rightfully. But in the end they'll realize that it was Tech's decision. That he sacrificed himself so that they could survive.

And Omega will realize that she's more like Crosshair than she thought. He's just used to being abandoned.

I have 4 WiPs and I'm forcing myself not to listen to music and hallucinate because I know it can get So. Much. Worse.

And I need to finish these 4 first.

Anyway here’s a good boy and some smug asshole

he’s not there 😭

Me when I expected there to be an end credit scene after the season 3 Mandolorian finale (cringe fail) 🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡

He's jacked I know it in my heart

Okay but on the upside, Crosshair and Omega bonding time?

How many times do you think Admiral Ar'alani rolled her eyes at Eli saying "Thrawn got court marshalled" or "Thrawn upset other political/military leaders" while he was recapping the past few years in the Empire to her after being stationed with the Ascendancy?

there is love in this story. even in its most brutal end. there is love in the story. how? where? here: here in me telling it to you, in spite of everything. because of everything.

do you ever remember that thrawn gave that twink his personal diary. as a parting gift. thrawn. star wars thrawn. 

I saw someone spell Thrawn "Thron" and now I need Tron Thrawn.

Just imagine:

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I don't really ship Thrawn with anyone. I enjoy him with Ar'alani, I think a relationship with Eli is beautiful, sometimes I even toy with the idea of him and Pryce, even Thalias. Any way it's tragic. But none of them I feel are a true fit. He doesn't strike me as the type to have a romantic partner at all, no matter how much I wish...

I've deleted so many drawings in the past two months but somehow these two wips have stayed. Maybe when I graduate I'll finally start drawing consistently again 🤔

Okay back into hiding I goooooo 🙈🙈🙈

his last sunset on csilla

KHARILL!!

How could I forget that there's a canon Chiss named Kharill?

Crosshair and Tech Twins Headcanon

They're both farsighted. Though Tech uses his goggles for his detail work, and Crosshair uses it to his advantage as a sharpshooter.

Before they earned their names Crosshair was 04 (oh-four) to Tech and Tech was Threesie.

Crosshair and Tech are both equally adept at split second calculations and memorizations. Tech uses them for his flying and Crosshair uses it for trick shots.

Tech is almost as good a shot as Crosshair. Crosshair trained him.

Crosshair can memorize anything if he puts his mind to it, he just doesn't have the patience usually.

When Crosshair chose the Empire, it took Tech weeks for him to speak more than absolutely necessary.

He's more cynical than he was before.

Wrecker and Hunter swore left and right that the two of them had some sort of telepathic link. Tech never believed in it, Crosshair did when Tech was the only one who understood him.

They're the exact same height.

They felt a connection even worlds apart.

The bot situation is so bad right now that I have to stop myself from automatically blocking new followers. I completely mislaid the previous post about this I made so here's a new one:

New Tumblr Users PSA!

Please put something in your bio, change your pfp, reblog a few posts, show some sign of human life. This lets us old and jaded tumblrites know that you are, in fact, a person, and not a spam or porn bot trying to get engagement in order to appear more legit.

If you are attached to your default icon, here's a picrew that will help you add signs of humanity to it without completely abandoning your cute little geometric buddy:

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Default Blog Icon Maker ~ meiker.io

Make your own default very normal not at all suspicious icon! With lots of options to choose from, being mistaken for a bot can be a thing o

It really doesn't take much to let people know you're a real human being, and it will save you from the disappointment of being blocked by the folks you wanted to follow before you even know what you're doing here.

Welcome to tumblr. It's a blue hellsite. You'll love it. Just please fly your human flag so we know to welcome you and not to zap you!

I just feel so happy when I imagine dancing with Thrawn ❤

Thalias is all of us at any given moment.

Thalias: falls for an unreachable, unbelievably smart, and incredibly strong man

Thalias: devotes life to protecting and helping said man

Thalias: realizes that he is unattainable (and that she can't fix him)

Thalias: works on herself

Thalias: becomes a better version of herself

Thalias: falls for an absolute hunk of a man this time with ✨emotional availability✨

Grogu made him wear a cloak because he didn’t want his dad’s armour getting too wet.

I AM SO EXCITED FOR THEM TOMORROW!!

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Somewhere slightly offscreen thrawn is lacing his hands together in annoyance at Gideon's plan, with his internal monologue going like

So he made his base on Mandalore for no real tactical advantage besides apparently aggravating the Mandalorians further- while Beskar is a useful resource it is not worth risky planetary travel, difficulty in communication, hostile megafauna, and barren land- and then he used the Beskar to armor his personal guard of stormtroopers and himself- not the Praetorian Guards we've so generously gifted- in full suits of armor designed closely enough to Mandalorian tradition to further offend- the rest apparently being inspired by Lord Vader, may his soul rest, and then. He asked for the darksaber. The symbolic weapon of leadership, further tactically useless other than even more offense.. giving the Mandalorians, historically scattered and infighting, a common enemy to rally against...

...because of a personal vendetta against their people...

I don't know why but I have a feeling Grand Admiral Thrawn is not going to like Moff Gideon.