I Decided To Give Myself A Profile Pic On Here And It Feels Like I Just Made A Lifelong Commitment.

...yes...😔...no...

sigh

I think he has two phases in his sex life: the first one where he ABSOLUTELY rage fuck (ie Thrawn did a thing AGAIN) and you get absolutely ravaged, can't walk for 3 days, fistfull of hair, ass slapping, I-will-bite-down-your-throat sex when he was a syndic.

And the second phase where he is a patriarch, when he is older, when the weight of the family and responsabilities are on him, when he just aspire to simpler thing, when he just wants a good girl to hug and kiss. Things are slower, sloppier, more languorous, he actually take the time to appreciate...

I just like my men tender, it kills me every time

At heart he is a protector. I think as he gets older he gets slightly more playful as well. Those bites become nibbles, ass slapping becomes him grabbing fistfulls and dragging you lazily ontop of him. (Also I love how it's a universally known truth that Chiss bite.)

I think that it would only be when he's older and more relaxed that the thought of children would even be breached. Young syndic Thurfian? Oh hell no. Patriarch Thurfian? Yeah I can see him as a father.

But not a girl dad 🤔 only sons. Thrawn is the girl dad.

I need him to face what he's done and feel regret, on some primal level. I need him to reconcile with himself. I need him to face reality, and choose the Acendancy. And become who he was before again, even if it's not an exact copy. I want my Thrawn back 🥺

Not to have raw emotion in this Chili’s tonight, but I’m imagining Ezra getting taken to the Ascendancy and realizing that the cold, somewhat callous man who enabled Hera’s cold-blooded torture and presented him to a Sith Lord on a silver platter is...rather beloved, if controversial.

(Ezra is a Jedi—he does not let his anger consume him, but this time he’s resisting a mixture of that and confusion)

to be clear. Ezra’s feelings are absolutely valid in this scenario. He does not have to get cured of any dislike for Thrawn just by seeing how the Chiss he’s close to think of him. But it’s definitely something I’d want any writer who takes this path in canon to consider.

bonus: the Chiss hearing Ezra’s (and very many imperials with them) testimony about Thrawn’s actions under the empire and *them* needing to reconcile that Thrawn, who, while a trigger-happy on preemptive strikes, generally cared, is the same person who they’re hearing about committing cold military acts and nearly bombing a planet into submission.

Reverse Robins AU!

Damian | Timothy | Jason | Dick

• Early Life:

Dick, Richard, was raised in a circus. The son of Mary and John Grayson, the trio was known as the Flying Graysons in their heyday, but like all good things the circus days had to come to an end. When Dick was nine the Graysons' act was sabotaged by the villain Tony Zucco, who cut Mary and John's lines while they were preforming their famous trapeze act. Dick watched as his parents fell to their deaths.

Lucky for him Bruce and his eldest son, Damian, were both in the stands to witness to atrocity. And to help him through the aftermath.

• First Outing:

Many will assume that Dick is the golden child, but that title was given later in life. When he was first adopted by Bruce Wayne, Dick was a feral child. Hell bent on killing the man who took his parents. Bruce couldn't stop him as he snuck out of the house with one of his brothers' knives, but he did manage to convince him to bring Zucco to justice properly instead of executing him.

Dick would have a second "first outing" after taking up a superhero mantle, with Damian under the Batman cowl. While their time together as partners would be short, Dick would prefer working with his eldest brother more than with Bruce.

• The Name:

While Batman and Shadow both tried to convince young Dick to take on the name of Aves and carry on the legacy, Dick retired that mantle permanently. Instead taking up the name that would define him for his entire life, based on the nickname his mother gave to him: Robin.

• Home Life:

Dick has the best home life, by far. He is quickly named the baby of the family.

Bruce, Damian, and Tim are all overly protective of the little Boy Wonder. Who lives up to his name, always asking questions and always filled with life. He is immediately accepted as their littlest brother, and they all swear never to have a repeat of Jason.

• Independence:

Dick remains Batman's sidekick for far longer than any of the others, staying by his side for ten years, until he's nineteen. He fights along side both the Teen Titans and Young Justice, as well as a multitude of other superhero teams during that time.

When he outgrows the Robin mantle it is retired. And he once again honors the memory of his parents with his new moniker Nightwing.

I have a hankering for Thranto.

he’s not there 😭

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

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.

OKAY OkAy BUT a fanfic about cheri stealing a cedf ship after being enlisted and finding thrawn with Ezra and what's left of the Chimera and then Ezra teachers her to be a jedi and omg she gets conflicted about her idol thrawn because he's SO different. He like BIG BAD now. EZRA is talking mad crap saying how thrawn bombed lothal and totally let a guy EXPLODE. And Thrawns all like "but it's for the good of the Ascendancy che'ri. Empire lesser evil bleh blew bleh" and Che'ri is all like "dood wtf you literally saved a species from extinction. And Ar'alani definitely told me about that morse code shit that one time in the Greater Good Book) and she re- sensitzes thrawn (that's not even a word be like you know what I mean). OMG I should learn to be a story teller. God dayum im on a ROLL

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