Bioweapon!Obi-wan Who Feeds Off The Force: You Taste Like Determination And Sunbeams... Also A Little

I keep seeing Legends!Thrawn and Canon!Thrawn, with canon being dull and one dimensional, and legends being the only one with complexity. Did I miss the Empire Era and Acendancy books getting decanonized? Do people not know that they're canon? It makes sense if Canon!Thrawn only referring to Rebels. But what about Empire Era books and Acendancy because they're not Legends?

Clean version under the cut

Thrawn: Can I shoot them?

His handlers: Not in public.

thrawn + politics = chaos (reference fully intended)

sooo i’m really making a quotes masterpost of thrawn’s political incompetence aren’t i. timothy zahn was like “i need to make sure the reader knows how politically inept thrawn is AT ALL TIMES” and it’s so delightful that i ain’t even mad. (and to be fair, it’s really fucking relatable.)

thanks to the ascendancy novels we know that not only imperial politics are a problem for him, but it’s always been … an issue, even in the ascendancy. so we’re doing this thing full on chronologically, beginning with the memories sections in chaos rising. buckle up kids because it’s going to be a LONG ride.

i’m mostly making this post for reference so feel free to skip to the parts that interest you—there are headings for every novel—because i honestly can’t imagine someone wants to read ALL THAT (and that’s probably not even all of it because i’m sure i missed some moments). sjdgdg enjoy!!!

now updated for lesser evil!!

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Thrawn was raised by a single working mother. After Borika was taken to the skywalker corps he was essentially raised as an only child.

Moreover, Ba'kif is Thrawn's biological father, the product of a fairly scandalous youth.

@vibratingbonesbis @thrawns-backrest And there were three. Forgive me for the inactivity hopefully that can be changed soon. I would love to add my thoughts to this post.

First off THAT IMAGE, and secondly I am so glad we're all on the same page about how godly this man's hair is. I would die to braid little strands into it. I personally see it as slightly wavy, a little frizzy when he hasn't had the time to take care of it, and if we're being honest that's never. He always makes time for self care.

This man is the epidemy of healthy, he takes a shower every day, brushes his teeth twice a day, always smells fresh, never misses laundry day, eats three hardy meals a day (opposed to Thrawn who will forget to eat because of work, Thurfian will just have the food brought to him and eat in his study). He actually has a decent sleep schedule. Averages about 6 hours a night, which is pretty good.

Everything in his life is immaculately scheduled...which leads to the unforunate fact that if one thing goes awry everything is thrown off course. His schedule probably looks something like:

Awaken

Breakfast

Patriarch stuff

10 minutes dedicated to Thrawn hate

Lunch

Gossip with Zistalmu

Patriarch stuff

Deal with CEDF drama

Supper

10 more minutes dedicated to Thrawn hate

Leisure reading

Sleep

Speaking of leisure reading, this man has a grand library, every single book is leather bound. Inside there is a wood fireplace with a red armchair that he frequents for relaxation. It's perfect for...activities.

I also see him as the type to play to piano. OR the organ. Perhaps he can play while you dance for him, or sing if you are talented. But I am certain he loves dancing with you. Jane Austen style dances.

As @vibratingbonesbis said we believe him to be a boy dad. Specifically I think he would have two boys who were raised to be the perfect Syndics they one day are. His grandchildren are given much more freedom by him than he gave his sons. He has at least three grandchildren, some are girls and he loves them dearly. He'll teach them politics, but I believe that he would actually advocate for them to leave the realm of politics and take advantage of their inheritance for other dreams. Image if one of them married a Thrawn kid and he comes to regret that lieniency.

He is very stifff and proper even with his partner, even in bed. But that doesn't mean he won't have some fun with you. Taking you on walks around the Ascendancy, bird watching, staring at you as you stare at the birds and the clouds. He loves late night walks, watching as the starlight is reflected in your eyes. He'll pull you onto his lap as he reads, perhaps even read to you. Pull you underneath the bed to "hide" from your duties. Persuade you to leave your duties on his rare days off. He probably cried at your wedding, but he won't admit that.

One of his love languages is giving gifts, you look like a idol.

GIRL (gender neutral, I don't know what you prefer)!!!!! YOU'RE FEEDING ME!!! YOU'RE KEEPING ME ALIVE !!!!

Give me all the Thurfian you've got, all the headcanons, all the silly thoughts, all the sketches !!! TALK TO ME !!!

OH GOD YOU'VE OPENED THE FLOODGATES!!! (and hnnnnng he's so pretty here I'm-)

Okay starting with more about his hair because I'll never be done with his hair. I hc that the traditional hairstyle for higher ranking Syndics is long so whether your hair looks nice or not, too bad, you need to grow it out for etiquette. Thurfian of course has the best hair for that, long silky and heavy like a velvet curtain, and half the Syndics go green with envy every time he walks by. Because what a lucky bastard of a man.

He dresses very traditionally for a patriarch. All the items you would expect from a man who respects cultural traditions. The right pieces, cuts, accessories, colors. You can't clock him on that front, he's as proper as they come (and proud of it). And it slaps because the ensemble is insanely flattering on him.

(I'm still working on the details but here's what I have so far)

a lil wip of it lol. I have more outfit hcs but I'll keep those for a post jshfjh

He's actually scared of Thrawn because the way baby Vurawn read his mind that first time they met has been haunting him ever since. Like what do you mean this oblivious child read my carefully constructed facade? As a result he avoids talking to Thrawn in person like the plague. If Thrawn enters the room and Thurfian is there you can bet he'll beeline to the other end immediately.

Zistalmu is the most high maintenance bestie ever. He likes it when Turfian takes him to the fanciest restaurants, orders the best food prepared when he visits, etc. It gives Thurfian a headache most of the time but he perseveres because he needs Zistalmu to feel sane (someone who understands what a menace Thrawn is) and he's lowkey proud of himself for taming a feral bossy Irizi.

Other Syndics actually kept dropping hints that he's being considered for the position of patriarch but they all flew over his head. He's all bout procedure and the right order of things - he'll do everything in order, he'll earn every bit of progress and only then will he consider himself worthy of it. Still, even though it came as a surprise, man stepped up to the challenge like a champ.

Also every time Thrawn's insane plans succeed he locks himself in his office and gets drunk on expensive wine. Probably complains to the empty bottles too.

(I don't have any silly sketches yet because aaah time but if I could I would draw 14716998983 versions of this man looking annoyed/exasperated/tired/done with absolutely everyone.)

NOW PLEASE GIVE ME SOME OF YOUR HEADCANONS!! PLEASE I AM STARVED!!! PARCHED!! Finding a fellow Thurfian connoisseur is making my brain go brrrrrrr so much

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.

Merit adoptives in the Ascendancy

Thrawn: Chaos Rising

I decided to give myself a profile pic on here and it feels like I just made a lifelong commitment.

Did I just sell my soul?

Breaking down the walls Crosshair has built and melting his heart would be such a slow burn. You'd first just have to learn to enjoy each other's silence - comfortable silence. Not awkward at all, just existing with each other. He's not a talkative guy, and doesn't like being pressured into conversation. But flashing him a little smile across the room will do more than words ever could.

Then you start doing quiet little things for each other. He's out of toothpicks? A new box mysteriously appears. You're sick today? He's convinced his brothers to be as quiet as possible to let you sleep. Hate taking out the trash? It's already been done, even though it's your turn to do it. He's noticeably tired today? you've made a new pot of caf, what a coincidence!

Then it's little touches - a brush of your fingers against his as he hands you tools for repairs. A light tap on his arm to wake him from a nap. Your knees touch as you sit next to each other around a bonfire. Crosshair isn't a touchy-feely guy, but subtle, gentle physical contact makes him feel warm and tingly. The first time you are hurt during a mission, he wordlessly bandages your hand for you. Glancing up every so often to make sure he's being gentle enough. Once he finishes up, he holds onto your hand a little longer than necessary.

When you wake up shaking and sobbing from a nightmare, he hears you. He makes his way over to your bunk and has one word for you: "Scoot." He's warm, and you feel safe again. His brothers find the two of you cuddled up together in the morning, but they don't say anything - they just share some knowing grins. They always knew you and Crosshair were a perfect match.

Your first kiss is barely even a big deal because it was so natural. You're both so obviously comfortable with each other that everyone kind of thought you were already dating. He kisses your temple when saying goodnight, you kiss his cheek when he brings you caf. Your lips would find each other's eventually, and after that, very frequently.

Crosshair wouldn't ask you to be his official partner - it's just a given. If anyone asks, you're "together." He's still got a fear of being abandoned, and doesn't want to put a label on it. In his mind, it'll hurt less if he ruins something that doesn't exist. But one day, after years of sweet silence, gentle touches, softly kissing, and making love, you overhear him refer to you as his wife. And you know that his heart is yours forever.

never not thinking about the time thrawn and thrass were at a board game cafe and thrass stopped a robbery by calling the guy “buddy” and thrawn decked his accomplices and then the cafe owner gave them free cheese