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vibratingskull · 3 months

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What would you think of maybe Thrawn x Reader on a camping trip to somewhere scenic and isolated? Maybe on vacation, away from the stresses of work? I'm definitely imagining Thrawn shirtless and chopping firewood, for some eye candy. Maybe like, half fluff/half spicy?

🥺 pretty please?

(my love as a gift, regardless of if you write this!)

Of course, anything for you my sweet ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

ThrawnxF!reader

Tags: Winter vacation, fluff, fingering

“Ch’acah, we have arrived.” Thrawn pats your thigh to wake you up.

You rise up in a jolt, still half asleep. You were so comfortable pressed against Thrawn's back, holding him tight on the speeder, his body's higher warmth still spreading to you past the thick leather jacket he wears.

You rub your eyes and wipe a bit of drool off your mouth and discover a wooden cabin under a thick layer of snow. Thrawn already jumped off the bike to get the luggages as you hug yourself to shield yourself from the biting cold. He was so warm…

“You are shivering, Vir. Let’s get inside.” He invites gallantly.

You jump on the ground, leafing through the bunch of keys you have. You haven't come here in decades, you almost forgot your grand aunt bought that cabin in the middle of nowhere.

You would have come in summer under a blazing sun but you saw how Thrawn's eyes were shining when you told him everything froze in winter in the region. You hoped for a resort near a beach for those vacation, but seeing him getting excited by the prospect of living through a cold climate for some weeks made you cave in, for your Chiss…

As much as Thrawn shows excitement of course, which is always in moderation.

But enduring the cold and wind is worth it if Thrawn gets something reminding him of his homeworlds.

You enter the key in the door and push the heavy block of wood to enter the modest abode. It is completely dark and cold. You search for a lightswitch on the wall until you find it and flip it.

Nothing.

You flip it again.

Still dark.

“We may have an electricity problem.” You annonce.

Thrawn puts the luggages down in the largest room, consisting of a kitchenette, a sofa, a double bed and a fireplace.

Real small cabin, you see.

You mingle with a heater mounted on the wall, to no avail.

“Let’s start the chimney.” Thrawn says. “Let’s get some light and warmth.”

You go around the cabin in search of the wood reserve, finding the ax in the meantime. You find back Thrawn securing the bike in the nightfall against a tree. You don’t know who would come lost themself in this forest to steal a speeder bike, but security first you suppose.

“No cutted logs, but I found the ax.”

He nods, standing up. He is only wearing his leather jacket while you're wrapped in the puffiest winter coat you ever saw, a heavy lana scarf and some gloves.

“I will see the wood, go collect some ice.” He instructs

“Why?” you tilt your head, blowing hot air on your hands.

“For the bath.” He says with a thin smile.

You take a hammer from the top case and a very large bucket. You wave at Thrawn as you go, looking at him chopping wood with application and venture a little bit deeper in the forest. If your memory serves you right there must be a lake not too far away…

You break the ice with the hammer and collect enough to fill the bucket. It is a really, really large bucket and it gets really, really heavy. You have all the pain in the world carrying it back to the cabin, especially with this hindering coat. You take double the time it took you to reach the lake to come back.

But you’re not disappointed, far from it.

Because when you finally reach the cabin, you raise your eyes from the heavy bucket to discover Thrawn, still cutting logs, bare chested and muscles glistening with a thin layer of sweat shining under the rising stars.

You are so surprised and enthralled you stop dead in your tracks, completely hypnotized by that scene. You cannot help but admire his form, his powerful muscles flexing so wonderfully under the new moonlight.

You remained silent, eyes wide open, arms holding on desperately on the heavy bucket that started trembling in your hands. He catches a glimpse of you mid swift, sliding a log in too with such force and power the two parts fly on the side. He lays down the ax to turn to you, gasping for air, his breath forming steamy clouds at his mouth. You see his large chest rising up and down rapidly and you imagine his heart beat racing in his rib cage.

You close your agape mouth with a gulp, shaking your head back to reality.

“I found ice.” You inform gingerly, trying to keep your eyes to his ember eyes and not his mouth watering chest and abdominals.

Maker… He is such an athlete! He has been carved by the gods in pure marble!

“Good.” He nods, already getting back his breath under control, “Put it in the chimney, we are going to melt it for the bath.”

You greet your teeth as you carry the bucket inside. Right behind you Thrawn gathered the wood he cut and places them in the fireplace. He starts the fire as you get rid of your heavy coat. You take one of the furry plaid and lay it on his naked shoulders, he raises his head to meet your gaze, a silent ‘thank you’ in his eyes.

“You’re going to catch a cold in this outfit.” You smile gently.

You just see a drop of sweat rolling from his pac to roll on his muscular stomach, making you gulp again. He doesn’t close the plaid over him, only holding the sides with the tip of his fingers, letting you appreciate his whole carved bust as he rises back on his feet. The red and yellow flames bounce beautifully on his deep blue skin, creating delightful tones and shades dancing on his skin. You breathe deeply through your nose, trying your best not to drool at that sight.

He turns his head to you, completely lost in your admiration of his body, and smiles thinly before booping the tip of your nose with his knuckle. You wince and wrinkle your nose in reaction, almost sneezing.

“I think we still have some hot cocoa in the thermos. You are shivering, Ch’acah.”

He invites you to sit on the sofa in front of the burning fire and brings the two cups and the thermos bottle, pouring you a cup of the fuming drink. As you blow on the steaming cup in your hand he sits beside you, throwing the side of the plaid over your own shoulders. You smile and snuggle against his warmer body with a sigh of contentment.

“I know you wished to go to the beach for those vacations.” Thrawn says after a very long moment of comfortable silence, “I am sorry, Ch’acah.”

You kiss his shoulder before laying your head on it.

“No need Thrawn. I saw how happy and interested you were in this location.”

“And I am thankful to you for accepting.” He brushes his cheek against the top of your head.

“If you are happy, it is good enough for me.” You assure, sighing contented as you finally started to warm up.

“We will go to that resort you saw, cheo vir, I promise you.”

“And we could come back here each winter, if you wish!” You propose.

“Thank you, love.” He kisses your hair tenderly.

You press yourself against his warm body, feeling his arm circling your shoulders, pressing you tighter against himself. You deeply inhale the natural musk of your Chiss with glee, letting it invade your lungs with great pleasure.

He is so, so warm…

And smells so, so good.

His thumb comes caressing the plump of your cheek softly.

“I love you, Thrawn.” You let escape in the softness and intimacy of the moment.

“I love you too, Ch’acah.” He responds with a melodious tone.

You sip your cups, letting the heavy and thick chunks of ice slowly melt in the bucket over the fire. He keeps caressing your cheek with his thumb, softly, lightly, tenderly…

You hear him purring lowly, feeling the waves through the skin of your cheek. You close your eyes, comfortable and relaxed.

“Do you like it here?” You ask.

“It is quite rudimentary, but yes. It brings back some soft memories.” He admits.

“Good, that’s what I wanted for you.” you press your cheek on his shoulder.

“Thank you, Ch’acah. You take such good care of me.”

You raise your head to look him in the eyes. His so beautiful crimson eyes.

“Because you do it too…” You whisper.

His fingers travel from your cheek to your chin, tilting it to give him a better access to your lips. He leans forward and captures them delicately, pressing sweet kisses on your lips, purring deeply at the sensual contact. In place of purring you moan for his ears, mewling alluringly for his pleasure.

He parts from you with a satisfied sigh, looking into your eyes. His face is stern and unreadable but his eyes are spilling love and adoration. He gently puts a strand of your hair behind your ear before taking your cheek in his palm. You mewl and snuggle against his warm palm.

“I could drown in your eyes.” He murmurs with his deep baritone voice.

“Your eyes set fire to my soul.” You respond.

He kisses your forehead lovingly.

“We should take the water off the fire before it boils.” He simply says, leaving your embrace.

He lets the plaid fall off his large shoulders like a cap in a regal movement, letting you admire his magnificently sculpted back and well defined shoulder blades. You feel your throat drying at that simple sight.

“Will it be sufficient?” You ask tilting your head.

“It is plenty.”

You hardly see how it is enough to fill a bathtub…

He seizes the heavy bucket, flexing his powerful biceps just for you and easily carry it to the ridiculously small bathroom.

This room is hilariously small.

There is no bathtub, not even a shower. There is only a larger than usual metallic barrel next to a crude, but serviceable toilet. Thrawn easily lift the bucket and pour the fuming water in the barrel, filling it up.

“Oh this is really, really rudimentary.” You concede.

“We will be a bit squeezed in here, but it will be quite… pleasant.” He turns to you.

Your gaze travel between the barrel to Thrawn, eyes round.

“You want us to take our bath together, in… this?”

“Will it be a problem?” He asks, opening his pants.

You purse your lips.

You hardly see how Thrawn could squeeze his large and tall body in this barrel, so your two bodies at the same time…

“Hum…”

“I thought it would be agreeable to bathe together, in each other's arms.” He presents his argument.

“I mean…” You hesitate.

You turn back to him to see him naked in all his glory and immediately avert your eyes, suddenly shy.

Which is quite weird, you've been seen naked more than once. And you always loved it, a lot!

You feel him come to press his naked form against your body, gently opening the buttons of your thick lana cardigan.

“Come bath with me, Ch’acah.” He whispers in your ear, making you shudder instantly.

You gulp, feeling your body temperature skyrocketing by the second. He pulls the cardigan off your shoulders gently, nibbling at your ear. You gasp at the touch of his breath on the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine and pussy. You bite your lips and take your shirt off while he unbutton your pants before pulling them down, letting you in your bra and tights. You fill his warm hands snaking their way back up your legs, caressing and squeezing the flesh as they rise.

This is not an alluring stocking but lana tights with extravagant colors and patterns as they tend to be. You hear a low chuckle behind you.

“I am sorry, you may have hoped for a thin shaded stocking.” You mumble. “I am sorry.”

“Not at all, Ch’acah. I know you cannot endure cold climates as well as I. These eccentric patterns and colors are also pleasant to see.”

“I was so cold on the ship.” You admit. “I needed a new layer.”

“I will make sure you remain warm during our stay.” He says lowly, darkly, seductively…

You feel his lips on your lower back brushing the thin sensitive skin like a butterfly, making you shiver again. He stands back to his full height and opens your bra expertly, with a snap of the hooks and his warm hands come forth and grabs your tits delicately. You breathe through your nose, mouth agape as he gently kneads the round mounds of flesh, before making your nipples roll between his master fingers, tugging on them softly.

“I love unclothing you.” He whispers again, “I know really well what I will found, but it is like I am rediscovering our body each time, like a new first time.” and he bites down your ear.

You yelp, to his pleasure.

“Come in with me, sweet thing.” He kisses your shoulder and leave you to enter the barrel.

Somehow, someway he does enter the barrel entirely, sitting down in the warm water, his legs wide apart to leave you space. He extends his hand to you invitingly.

You get rid off your tights and panties quickly and enter the fuming, hot water. Miraculously you manage to both fit in the barrel, squeezed against the other, but surprisingly comfortable nonetheless. Your back is pressed against his chest as you sit between his legs.

“How is it?” He asks.

“Hot.”

“Too hot?” He worries.

‘Against a body such as yours? It is scorching hot’ you think.

“It is agreeable.” You correct, getting comfortable against his chest.

You sigh of comfort, slowly relaxing in the fuming water.

“See? We could fit without any difficulties.”

“I wouldn’t have bet on it!” You retort.

He kisses the top of your head, pecking your hair, hugging your body tightly in his arms. He crosses his legs before yours, imprisoning you between his embrace completely.

“Lay on me, Ch’acah, I am warmer.” He invites.

You let your head fall back on his shoulder with a moan. One of his hands starts drawing circles on your arm while the other one sneakily traces its way on your stomach and goes south. He keep kissing your ear and temples as his hand keeps going until it scoops your sex in his palm. Air gets stuck in your throat as you feel him dressing down your cunt with his large hand. One single finger curls up, trailing your slit until it flicks your clit at the top. You immediately jolt back, and in doing so compress his cock between your two bodies. He hisses in return in pain and pleasure.

“I’m sorry!” You immediately present your excuses.

“Do.not.move.an.inch.” He orders. “Remain here.”

“O-Ok…”

He trails your slit once again, before going at it seriously, pushing past your folds and massaging your entrance with the pad of his finger.

“You are already gaping, I can feel you pulsing against my finger.” He notes satisfied.

“You are teasing me, of course I am going to react!” You defend yourself.

He adds a second finger at the circles he traces around your entrance, applying sweet pressures here and there, titillating your cunny from time to time. His fingers rise to your pearl and knead it thoroughly, adding pressure, making it roll, flicking it repeatedly. Your legs start trembling and you try to close them, but it only imprison his hand in place.

He licks your ear with his warm, wet tongue and a guttural growl. His second hand leaves your arm to caress and grope your breast, kneading it lovingly, weighting them in his hand, appreciating their roundness and fullness with a hum of approval.

His fingers go back south and one enters you, gently, letting your entrance time to embrace the girth of his digit. He pushes it further, knuckles deep and immediately grazes at your gummy spot, caressing it and crossing it without missing a beat.

You can feel all your south muscles contracting at the shockwaves of pleasure currently spreading in your body, squeezing his finger inside.

“That is the kind of reaction I enjoy…” He says amused and pleased.

To prove his point a second finger enters you deeply, stretching you wide open. His fingers are like his hands: large and long, and a trial to take in, but they give you so much pleasure they are worth any struggle. He spreads his fingers wide to stretch you more and more until your cunny muscles are at their maximum. Shuddering terribly, you hold on his arms for support.

“Can you take a third one, Cheo vir? For me…” He purrs deeply, enjoying himself tremendously.

Mouth agape, gasping, only a strangled moan escape you as an answer. He kisses your cheek and decide for you.

“Yes you can, sweet thing.”

And he pushes the third in. This time you are at your maximum. You are fully stuffed and feel your pussy compressing his three fingers tight, threatening to cut the blood flow in them.

“I love how your tight pussy always struggles to take what I offer you. Even fingers are too much… Somedays I wonder how you can take my cock in your sweet little cunt. But you always do. To my utmost pleasure.” He praises, licking your neck all the way up. “You are so good for me, Ch’acah, always pushing your limits to please me.”

He thoroughly massages your pussy as he speaks, caressing and stroking any hidden spots inside your pussy, sending powerful waves of pleasure in your core.

“I am so stuffed!” You manage to let out in a gasp.

“Are you?” He muses, “Already?” And he pushes his finger deeper until their whole length is inside.

You pant terribly, digging your nails in his arms. You are so stretched! So full! So filled! You cannot take anything more, it is impossible, you would explode in a million pieces!

“You are strangling my fingers so much, sweet thing.” He breathes lowly, “This is so… delectable.” You feel his hips moving behind you, his big, lengthy cock brushing your lower back from side to side, getting as much friction as he can.

He circles your G spot, scratching the itch and resumes the flicking of your clit, he is not one to neglect such an important aspect of womanly pleasure, quite the contrary.

You moan and mewl uncontrollably under his caress as he deep massage your pussy while licking and kissing your neck and shoulder.

“Maker!” You cry out.

You feel your pussy clenching and convulsing furiously around his large fingers while your nervous clit pulsates powerfully.

“Come for me, Ch’acah. Come hard for me...” He whispers seductively in your ear.

You come in a jolt, the pleasure suddenly exploding in your sex like fireworks forcing you to curl over yourself, but Thrawn holds you down with his mighty arm. Your eyes roll inside your skull and your toes curl deliciously as the fire spreads in your veins slowly to your nerves ending.

You tremble, but not of cold, but of pure, raw shock. The aftermath of your climax slowly subsiding, you relax bit by bit, relaxing easily in his arms with a sigh, slouching in his embrace.

“Thank you, Cheo vir.” Thrawn praises you, “You came hard and good. Just as I wanted.” He kisses your cheek again, purring loudly, so much you feel vibrations in your back.

As much as a hard, long warm shaft in your back…

Oh.

Oh…

He rolls his hips again, brushing his erection against your back gently with a hum. You slide your hand between your two bodies to stroke and caress him but he stops you.

“No. Leave it.”

“Are you sure?” You ask nicely. “You made me cum, I should reciprocate.”

“Not now.” He decides, pressing you tighter against him, “It is so nervous and sensitive like that, it is really pleasant.” He moves his hips back and forth gently, “I quite like it. Let me appreciate it a bit longer…”

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flilisskywalker · 7 months

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I guess what keeps me up at night is asking what's the point of Sabine's search for Ezra, like... as an emotional arc.

(This text is an adaptation of the thread I wrote on Twitter)

Because when I rewatch the fourth season of Rebels, I get the impression that they are paired together in many episodes as a way to prepare us for a hurtful goodbye between the two at the end of the show, which is to me the same reason why they decided to go heavy on confirming Kanan and Hera's romance because they knew he was going to die.

I don't really know if the parallels between Sabezra and Kanera are intentional considering how Filoni talks about the former, but Ezra does become Kanan (even has a whole stretch arms sacrifice) and Sabine does become Hera (Deep grief for losing him) and not in a "The kid got this from his/her parent." sense, but in the sense of that the situation is really similar, which is interesting because it wasn't like this originally.

Ahsoka made Sabine's grief towards Ezra not being by her side all the time a thing.

Instead of simply letting Sabine's mission be about bringing Ezra home like in the original animated epilogue, Filoni complicates things a little bit by implying that Sabine is not doing this for Ezra, but for herself. Beyond that, almost every character notices how devoted she is to him and it even confuses some of them.

Thrawn, for example, has studied Sabine. He is well aware that Ezra is her compatriot and friend and yet... he is confused by her choice. Sabine states "You wouldn't understand." and then accepts to be stranded on Peridea just to see Ezra again. Once she found him and even after hearing he wants to get home, she did not say a word about Thrawn being his only ticket home. Instead, she simply enjoys time with him.

If you know Sabine Wren, you know that she would never ignore a huge Imperial threat and put in danger people like Hera, who is definitely an older sister type of role model to her, or feel that Ezra is the only family she has, so I do understand why people think she is very distant from the original show.

There might be a reason for all of this. A reason that I'm not sure Filoni wants to dive into, but the way he's been writing Sabine, the vagueness every time Ezra is the conversation's topic, feels like she has fallen in love with him during his absence and honestly? This makes far more sense than any other explanation.

We've seen in Star Wars before, fiction in general, that love is blind. Sabine's focus on finding Ezra is described by Baylan as something that blinds her. Not only this would justify her out of character attitude, but also the parallels with Kanan and Hera.

Star Wars live-action TV shows this year have been interesting to decode. In both The Mandalorian season 3 and Ahsoka season 1, there's a lot of subtle implications that characters want to build a life with somebody.

Mando does this in Chapter 22 - Guns For Hire, an episode surrounded by romantic love, where a droid bartender tells Din and Bo that human life is so short and then they look at each other. They want to be together, but that has not been verbalized yet. It is still very much in the subconscious.

Ahsoka does it in Part 7 - Dreams and Madness, by showing Sabine's lack of urgency regarding Thrawn and simply enjoying Ezra's company. It really implies that this was what her mission was all about: Be with Ezra. Her real desire is build a life with him, but that desire is still in the subconscious.

I believe Favreau knows all of that when it comes to Din and Bo.

BUT DOES FILONI KNOW THAT WHEN IT COMES TO SABINE AND EZRA?

#sabezra #ezra x sabine #sabine x ezra #ahsoka #the mandalorian #rebels #mandoverse #dave filoni #a little bit of dinbo for good measure #star wars

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garden-bug · 9 months

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Can’t believe Thrawn is just vibing and these mfs are gonna show up in their stupid fancy ring hyper power ship with an entire enemies to lovers trope on board.

All I’m saying is, Thrawn, in the Star Wars equivalent of a Hawaiian shirt, is teaching Ezra Chiss martial arts on their exile planet. Ezra is making fun of him for being exiled twice. Lmaoooo everyone just hates you, Thrawn.

Thrawn’s expression changes to something almost pensive. HE REMEMBERS WHAG HE SAID TO ELI VANTO THAY ONE FUCKING TIME and he dunks his head in the sea bc he’s a silly idiot and he misses his bestie WHO HE WASNT BERY NICE TO NO NOT ONE BIT.

In Chiss land, Eli sneezes. No he’s not in Chiss land he’s out in the wilderness looking for Thrawn. All of Thrawn’s Ascendancy friends are there even Samakro. They have explorers hats and are adventuring through the jungle.

Idk what happens next. Sabine and Shin Hati kiss. Sabine realises she was never meant to be a Jedi bc she’s a mandalorian like duh.

Everyone finds Thrawn and Ezra at the exact same time. Thrawn and Ezra r like wtf then they all have a beach party because night sisters are allergic to sea water so Morgen straight up evaporates.

Ahsoka and Hera show up in the ghost with Jacen and Zeb and Kallus who brought a barbecue yipeee!

Luke Skywalker shows up with Din Djarin and Grogu searching for Grogu’s home planet.

Dinluke is real.

Somehow all the positive energy defeats the Grysks and they explode and die.

The end.

Sorry I’m not coping with the Ahsoka series very well. I love it but I am very afraid. Parts of it I don’t love. Ok I love that it’s funny as fuck to speculate about.

#Star Wars #ahsoka #Ahsoka series #thrawn #grand admiral thrawn #Star Wars fanfiction #what if #thranto #thrawn and Ezra space adventure #this is a genuinely serious prediction #Eli Vanto #thrawn ascendancy #dinluke

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antianakin · 8 months

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Honestly felt like such a disservice to Ezra "I Will Risk My Life For People I Just Met" Bridger. The "I will solo confront Thrawn and 3 ships worth of troops on the slim chance my plan works" to not even try to AT LEAST scout out Thrawn's stuff. You seriously can't tell me someone who spent a good chunk of their life sneaking around and stealing couldn't do that especially with the reduced numbers present. The literal best part of the finale was him getting the emitter similar to Kanan but where the fuck did the crystal come from

Yeah, I questioned the fact that Ezra had apparently been doing NOTHING but moving around with the Noti for the last decade. He just says it's suicide to try to get anywhere near, but... it does feel like a disservice that he couldn't do ANYTHING AT ALL and would've been nicer if he could've had more info on hand to pass off.

The entire sequence of them breaking in just felt like a video game where you defeat one group of enemies and then something happens and now you have a new obstacle and then there's a mini-boss and then and then and then. They're not utilizing any of the information they DO have on hand (like ANY of their experience with Dathomir and the Nightsisters and zombies). I dunno, it didn't feel all that interesting or unique to me as an action sequence, either. And having Ezra have more knowledge of what might be coming because he'd broken in a few times but perhaps not made it all the way or had to fight zombies a few times or something could've helped with that particular issue.

I'm actually less fussed about where the crystal came from than I am about having Kanan's emitter. Because Jedi just kind-of... acquiring kyber crystals randomly is at this point a fairly time-honored tradition. Luke gets a new green lightsaber pretty randomly in ROTJ and while I think it gets explained away as having been via supplies Obi-Wan had in a deleted scene (a quick Google search tells me that Legends apparently said it was a synthetic crystal but that the concept of a synthetic kyber crystal no longer exists so, it still begs the question of where OBI-WAN got a random kyber crystal from). And Ezra himself does exactly the same thing in Rebels back when he lost his blaster saber at the end of season 2 and magically has a new green saber at the beginning of season 3 without a SINGLE explanation of where it came from (he can't go back to the Lothal temple at that point anymore and we never see him grab any of the lightsabers from the dead Jedi on Malachor).

So. Whatever. Sure. He found a kyber crystal on Peridea somewhere, fine.

But using Kanan's emitter (and the added salt in the wound of the blade being BLUE now) just felt like lazy nostalgia bait to me. This is going to sound really insensitive and rude and insulting and I'm really sorry, this isn't aimed at you specifically, I don't think you're stupid for liking this moment, I just didn't care for it and my thoughts below are going to edge into a rant about how frustrated I am with the way this show has gone and why this moment doesn't work for me.

I want Ezra to be able to have his OWN blade still, I want him to be able to have something unique to him that reflects the experiences he's had in this new galaxy, I wanted them do something new and unique and interesting and instead they just... basically gave him Kanan's saber. Like yeah he constructed it to be new, but it's blue and it's the same distinctive emitter so it may as well just be Kanan's saber. It creates emotions because it's Kanan's saber, but personally this just felt like yet another moment where they relied entirely on nostalgia for Rebels to make the moment emotional rather than doing any real work to make the moment emotional or interesting or develop Ezra's character in any way at all. They've barely mentioned Kanan ONCE up until this episode and just as a quick throw away line to explain that Jacen might have special powers. There's nothing from Hera, or Jacen, or Sabine, or even EZRA prior to this moment that really creates any tension or emotion around Kanan's character and his loss, so this moment where Ezra just recreates Kanan's saber feels... hollow. Empty.

And given that this whole show's theme was about how great attachments are and how clinging to your loved ones is actually the only good thing to do in life, it felt a little frustrating to have Ezra recreate Kanan's saber. It SHOULD feel like Ezra trying to honor Kanan in some way and do this as a healthy remembrance of Kanan, but given the way they're acting towards Ahsoka's memories of Anakin and Sabine's choices regarding Ezra, it starts to feel more like Ezra refusing to just let go of Kanan and allow Kanan's legacy to be the things he taught Ezra. Ahsoka is DEFINED by Anakin and that relationship and so now Ezra's Jedi weapon also is defined by his master, one of the few things a Jedi has to truly identify themselves with.

We're not getting this nice message of "the master passes on everything they've learned to their student, but the student still goes their own way" so much as we're getting this really weird like... "masters and apprentices are intrinsically tied to each other for life and are the most important relationship either of them will ever have to another person and it defines who you become" kind of message. And I don't really care for it. And I think my frustration with that message took what COULD'VE been a nice homage to Kanan and made it into a symptom of something I just didn't like.

And I'll connect it to the problem you brought up first about how it felt out of character for Ezra not to be able to sneak onto the base to do any kind of recon or to try to take out Thrawn on his own at all. They don't WANT to explore Ezra as his own character any more than they want to explore Ahsoka as her own character or Sabine as her own character. Ahsoka and Sabine are just proxies for Anakin, they're variations of "Anakin as he should've been." Sabine and Ahsoka make all the same mistakes so that Ahsoka can sit there and go "Actually Anakin was always right and he was a good master and I'm going to act exactly like him except somehow without any of the genocide or enslavement bits."

Ezra I think is having a similar problem where I don't think they really CARE about who Ezra is as a character to delving that deeply into his psyche and how this time would have actually changed or impacted him or what his relationship with Kanan means to him. Ezra is just... there to be the catalyst through which to have Sabine act like Anakin so that Ahsoka can think about Anakin. So they're not trying to make Ezra act in character, they don't CARE that Ezra should be able to connect to the Howlers because space wolves are kind-of Ezra's THING. They don't CARE that Ezra should be able to sneak onto Thrawn's base because that's a major element of his character. They don't CARE about giving Ezra a unique lightsaber to explore who he is now as a person after all of this time. That's not the point of having Ezra on this show. Ezra is a means to an end and just yet another piece of nostalgia bait basically.

The thing I've said about most Star Wars media beyond the main 6 films is that it's all fan service, right? There's nothing INHERENTLY wrong with fan service or nostalgia bait. A lot of the stuff I genuinely love also does a lot of both. Rogue One, Andor, Obi-Wan Kenobi, even Rebels itself. The thing is, I happened to be the fan that those pieces of media were servicing. So I'm going to be able to watch them and let go of what little frustrations might exist as just nitpicks rather than things that make me give up on it as a lost cause entirely. I am NOT the fan being serviced in the Ahsoka show. At all. There isn't a single thing in this show that is aimed at a fan like me. There is NOTHING FOR ME on this show at all. So all of the little fan service-y nostalgia bait moments aren't hitting because I'm just continuously getting frustrated by it over and over and not getting even any real glimmers of like... "aw, that was nice though." Even the "nice" moments get slotted into the wider patterns of this show that I don't like.

So hey, the nostalgia bait of Kanan's saber probably worked for a lot of people and honestly, I'm glad it did. I'm glad there were people who got to really enjoy seeing Ezra recreate Kanan's saber as a nice homage to the character and their relationship. I'm glad there were some people who got to enjoy even this small part of this show.

I just... can't. I wanted more and I didn't get it.

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telltale-vixen · 7 months

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That Which the Eye Admires, the Heart Desires <3: Imperial Ballet AU

Thrawn x Female Human! Reader

Rating: 18+ in general, especially moving forward.

Warnings: None for this chapter, I am sure.

Plot: You are a soloist for the Grand Coruscant Ballet. What happens when you get pushed into the principal ballerina’s role suddenly and catch the eyes of a certain Grand Admiral?

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Chapter I: The Opportunity of a Lifetime Pt. I

5 days. We have 5 days to add the finishing touches to our production. 5 days until Empire Day. This will be the biggest show of the year with the most important people in the galaxy attending. The Emperor will be here, you thought bitterly. A shiver of apprehension went down your spine at the thought.

*in rehearsal*

“Let’s make those steps more consistent, shall we? Lena, you are meant to be gliding like a fairy down the aisle, not staggering like a Noghri!” The shrill voice of Miss Hillswine, your ballet master, rang out. Lena looked like she might burst in to tears from her embarrassment.

You felt for the younger girl. Lena was trying her best with the steps, the problem was she would get caught up in her anxiety. When she looked in your direction, you exchanged an empathetic look with your fellow ballerina and her face brightened just a bit. She would get the hang of it. Luckily, she was in the ensemble, so she could sort of blend in with the other dancers a bit. That should calm her nerves a bit, you thought internally.

Rehearsal went on for another three hours, the monotony of practicing the steps started baring down on you. You just had one more solo to rehearse and then it would be break-time. The dramatic symphony of the violin began to play, shaking you out of your thoughts. Miss Hillswine is observing from the wings of the stage, her steely Bonegnawer eyes shining with scrutiny. Here it goes…Three chassées down the aisle, toes pointed, leading into a pirouette, and one arabesque later, you have concluded your solo.

Before you have a chance to right yourself from your final pose, Miss Hillswine is already within inches of you. “Y/N”. “Yes Mistress”, your calm voice responds. “That was…” For a moment the worry lines creased in her forehead and her eyes narrowed. You managed to keep a serene expression, but anxiety trickled through in your mind. What could be wrong? “Mist”- “Exquisite.” she cut you off without the crack of a smile. So she was searching for what words she wanted to use. Mistress is obviously not used to complimenting her students.

She actually looked annoyed, but she always has a stern espression. You internally sighed with relief, but your face gave way to surprise. This was the nicest you’ve ever seen her, not that she had ever been too nasty towards you. It was the ensemble dancers that experienced her wrath. “Th-thank you, Mistress” the stuttered reply barreled out. She waved her hand dismissively and gave a light scoff, “Now no need for pleasantries Y/N. I want to see that consistency every rehearsal and especially for our Empire Day debut. No excuses. You may go. All ensemble and soloists dismissed for now! We will reconvene in an hour. Do. Not. Be. Late. Miss Anya will you come here please?” Her reply turned into a screech towards the end. There it was, back to business as usual. You curtsied and turned to exit the stage when Anya passes by and gives you her signature saccharine smile “Wonderful job Y/N! Never give up hope for a better role though.” Her confidence unwavering as she walks onto the stage. You roll your eyes and keep walking, finally making it to your dressing room.

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A/N: This is my first real go at a long-term fanfic. 😊 I am super excited to be world-building a bit. Obviously not with the Star Wars material. I don’t own that, but any o.c.s or details that I can add in, sounds fun! Right now I am in love with Thrawn, although I have not read the books. I will do that though!

Everything I gathered about him so far has been on here for the most part, so I want to do him justice. I promise he will make his entrance soon, and sorry in advance I broke the first chapter up in to two parts. 🙈 I just wanted to get it set up a bit. So this might be a bit slow. Anyway, happy reading! I hope whoever comes across it enjoys! 💖

#grand admiral thrawn #female reader #thrawn x reader #romance #slow burn #fanfic

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Thrawn with a Foundling | Chapter 1

And at long last here is the first chapter of the fic I promised months ago! I wanted to get to know Thrawn's character well enough before actually writing fanfic. My headcanons were mere exercises. I hope my dialogue for Thrawn is on point with his "lawyer english" as my friend calls it haha

This fanfic will only have 5 chapters at max, I'm NOT planning on turning this into a big project or something so I remain ✨flexible✨

There are similarities to real life events in this one, you will probably know when you read it. I'm just trying to process a lot of bullshit happening in the world rn and I simply find comfort in writing.

PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER!

Warnings: death, so much death, death of child, blood, trauma, lots of angst

I will leave you a box of tissues here for good measure.

Word count: 2109

Taglist: @bingbongooo @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @ele-millennial-weirdo @enaelyork @jesslove23 @thrawnalani @thrawnsboots @twincesskorisoka @davesrightshoe @shoe-bag @tearyeve @blackddarling @obbicrystaleo

Kasana was a hot mountainous desert planet in the Outer Rim. It looked dull on the surface, but it was the minerals beneath that caught the interests of more than one party. One of them being the terrifying Sharun pirates out to raid the mine which belonged to the local population. These pirates were the type who preferred negotiating with their fleet, dropping bombs on the towns to destroy and intimidate, and using their blasters and vibroblades instead of words. The other party interested in those resources was the Galactic Empire, with the Seventh Fleet receiving orders to eliminate the pirates and secure the resources.

One of those resources was a metal called doonium, which was highly valuable to the Empire as it was used to build military vessels and weapons.

Grand Admiral Thrawn, the Chiss warrior who was in charge of the entire Seventh fleet had studied the Sharun pirates’ tactics extensively and was capable of predicting their next moves. To Thrawn this battle was like many others. The enemies’ fire power was no use against the Grand Admiral’s strategies. At the end, the remains of the pirate fleet disbanded, most of their ships had turned into wrecks around the planet. Thrawn ordered a small team of specialists to search for any valuable resources on board of those wrecks while he took a shuttle to Kasarias surface to secure the doonium mine.

As the shuttle’s ramp lowered, the hot desert air hit him. He did not show any hints of the discomfort he felt. Coming from an icy planet he didn't like scorching hot temperatures, but he did what his job required him to. At least he wore a white safety helmet that protected his head from the intense sun as well. The next thing he noticed was the dust filling the air – dust mixed with smoke. The pirates had turned the entire mining village into a sea of rubble. No one uttered a word at the sight. It was dead calm. No shouts for help, no crying.

“One team searches for survivors, the other secures the mine. Look out for remaining pirates and traps. Report back to me in one hour.” Thrawn ordered in his ever calm voice. He watched the troopers disperse at his command. This was not the first destroyed village he saw, nor would it be the last. The smell of burnt flesh in the air indicated the kind of massacre that had taken place here earlier.

As Thrawn was overseeing the mission, talking to a few officers, he didn't notice he was being watched. All of a sudden, a trooper who approached him was hit by a rock. A dozen blasters aimed at the place where the rock had come from. Thrawn was capable of seeing infrared with his scarlet alien eyes, noticing a heat signature behind a pile of rubble which looked way too small to be a grown ass pirate. Perhaps it was an Ugnaught? Another rock flew in the direction of a few troopers. This time they fired exactly at the spot the rock had been thrown from. A high pitched scream filled the air that definitely did not come from an Ugnaught but a child. Thrawn raised his hand as a sign for the troopers to hold their fire.

“Sir?” one of his death troopers asked, but received no reply as Thrawn approached the pile of rubble. As he came closer he heard quiet sniffles, then, all of a sudden, a little girl ran straight toward him, hugging his leg tightly. Thrawn looked down, surprise showing on his face for a second.

“And who might you be?” he asked in a gentle yet commanding tone. The girl was crying. At closer inspection he saw that she was Pantoran. Her skin a similar shade of blue as his, with golden eyes and messy wine red hair, the color almost concealing the bleeding wound on the girl's temple which left bloodstains on his white pants.

“Why have you thrown rocks at my men?”

The girl looked up at him, sniffling and still not letting go of his leg.

“Do you understand Basic?” To that question she nodded and Thrawn was relieved. She then looked at the troopers and pointed at one of them. “They're evil.” she spoke in a voice hoarse from crying and the smoke in the air.

“My men are here to help, among other things. No harm will come to you through them.” Thrawn clarified. She let go of his leg and stood before him. By the looks of it she was malnourished and couldn't be older than five years.

“I thwew the rocks because I thought the white armored guys are evil and try to hurt you.” she explained.

“That was very brave of you, but unnecessary. See?” He patted the blaster in the holster he carried with his hand. “I can defend myself should the need arise.”

“My dad has a blaster too… Can you help me? There's something wrong with mom, dad and Rima.” She grabbed his hand to show him the way to her family, but Thrawn stopped. “I have to oversee this mission. I can send a few troopers to your aid though.”

“No no!” She was back to having a tight grip around his leg.

“Sir, shall we remove her?” an officer asked in a rough tone.

“That won't be necessary.” he declined. For a moment he thought and it made sense. The helmets the Sharun pirates wore resembled stormtrooper helmets a little bit. Of course she wouldn't trust any of his soldiers to see her family. And there was of course the similarity. Even if it was just the resemblance of the skin color, to the child it obviously was something familiar. The girl probably thought they were of the same species, as many unknowing people do. Thrawn was used to being mistaken for a Pantoran by new people he met, he never bothered to correct them. However, Thrawn understood this girl was just literally clinging to the only familiar thing to her in this wasteland and made a decision.

“How far is your family's location?”

“Not far! This way!” She grabbed his hand again, and he followed her, along with two of his death troopers. She didn't seem to mind their presence as long as Thrawn was by her side.

Thrawn assumed the place where they stopped used to be someone's home not long ago. Now all that was left of it was rubble with a few flames licking the debris here and there. The bomb that must have caused the destruction had left an actual crater where the house had stood. The girl climbed down and Thrawn carefully followed her down into the mess. She came to a halt at a hole, waving him over.

“They're down there. They don't wanna wake up!” She started crying again. Thrawn looked down into the hole, seeing a woman whose arm covered a girl a bit older than the one he found, and as he looked closer, saw half the body of a Pantoran man crushed under a thick duracrete wall. They were all covered in a thick layer of dust, the blue color of their skin was barely visible anymore.

“Mommy! Rima wake up!” the girl cried. “It's me, Huriya!” She shook her mothers lifeless body, then her sister's. As they didn't move she crawled over to her dad. “Wake up, Dad! Please wake up!”

“Huriya, come out of there. The debris is unstable, you could get buried alive under there.” Thrawn warned. “But my parents.. my sister!”

“They're gone. There's nothing you can do for them.” The scene in front of him pained Thrawn, but he didn't show it. He knew those were the harsh realities in war.

“No! I won't leave them!” She sat down next to her mother and tried to wake her up again. It dawned on Thrawn that Huriya didn't understand that death was final.

“Sir, shall we get her out of there?” one of his death troopers offered.

Thrawn regarded the scene of Huriya hugging her dead mother's body once more before he nodded. “Do it.”

As the elite troopers grabbed Huriya she screamed and squirmed in their grip, trying to get back to her family.

“Mom! Dad! No! Let me go! Help!” she screamed. As soon as they were back on the surface, Thrawn took the girl off their hands. She trembled in fear, hammering her little fists against his chest. “My family needs me! Let me down! No! You must help them!”

“I will.” Thrawn turned to his death troopers. “Cremate them, this is the least we can do.”

“Are they helping them?” Huriya asked. The tears and snot from crying mixed with the blood from her wound. The way she trembled from the trauma she just endured didn't escape Thrawn. She needed a medic immediately.

“They are helping them.” Thrawn assured her, not knowing what else to say to a five year old who went through enough trauma in one day. Comforting children was not part of his job and yet there he was, gently patting Huriya’s back on their way to the shuttle.

He noticed the officers’ looks as he returned to the shuttle with the little girl in his arms. There were no other survivors, nor captured pirates by the looks of it.

“Grand Admiral, the mine has been secured. No remaining pirates or survivors found.” the unit's Captain reported and confirmed Thrawn's assumptions.

“Well done. I will ask Moff Tarkin to send reinforcements to secure the mine and to put it back in service. Until then, one batch of troopers will remain stationed there. The ISD-Harbinger shall remain in orbit in case the remaining pirates return with… unforeseen reinforcements.”

Huriya clung tighter to Thrawn as they entered the shuttle. She watched the many new faces and helmed individuals with fear.

“What's your name?” she eventually asked as Thrawn stepped into the cockpit. The shuttle had lifted off, leaving Kasaria behind, returning to the ISD-Chimera that was waiting in the planet's orbit.

“My name is Thrawn. Grand Admiral of the Seventh Fleet, at your service.”

“Wrawn.” she tried to pronounce his name. “Where are we going? Are we getting doctors to help Mommy, Daddy and Rima wake up?” she asked with large pleading eyes.

“We will make sure you get medical treatment. That wound on your temple looks like it's getting infected. Your parents would want you to see a doctor when you're hurt, am I correct?”

Huriya thought for a moment. “Hm probably…”

The corners of Thrawn's lips twitched. “I’m sure they would. You are safe now, Huriya.”

The girl was trembling a little bit less at his comforting words and nuzzled into the soft fabric of his uniform’s collar.

As soon as they landed in the Chimera’s hangar, Huriya was put on a gurney, but she refused to let go of Thrawn's arm.

“Don't leave me with them!” Tears welled in her eyes again. “Everything is so big here, I’m scared, Wrawn!”

“The medics will take care of your wound and any other physical ailments you may have. I will leave them to their work and come to see you later.”

“Pinky promise?” She offered her pinky finger to him, a gesture he was not familiar with, but figured out anyway. “I promise.” A bit hesitant he hooked his pinky finger with hers and then watched her being brought away on the hovering gurney. He didn't like how much this little girl's fate got under his skin. He had a job to attend to, orders to give.

After changing into a fresh uniform, Thrawn was back on the bridge where he tasked one of his smartest men to find out more about Huriya’s family and if there were any relatives out there she could live with.

“Sir, I heard about the little survivor you've found. In fact the entire Seventh Fleet knows by now. Stories like that spread rapidly.” Commodore Karyn Faro, his second-in-command, told him.

“I did what any honorable warrior would have done. There is nothing else to say about it.” Thrawn said in a voice void of emotion as usual. Faro tried to hide a smile at the Grand Admiral’s attempt to downplay it.

“Your actions today certainly improved your likability among the crew if I may say so.”

Thrawn raised his brow. He didn't think much of the gossip among those under his command. He ignored Faro’s comment and gave orders to return to Lothal where his remaining fleet was stationed. He would look after the young guest once his work day was over.

Let me know what you think in comments. I hope Thrawn's dialogue fits his character? I'm not fluent in "lawyer english" so I'm worried it's not written well enough 😬

Oh and for anyone curious about the girl's name – Huriya means 'freedom' in Arabic. 💙

Thank you for reading!

#thrawn #grand admiral thrawn #mitth'raw'nuruodo #thrawn fanfiction #blue man hot #star wars rebels #star wars fanfiction #star wars #dad thrawn

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gloria-van-puncake · 11 months

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The Translator

Teen And Up Audiences

Fandoms:

Star Wars - All Media Types

Star Wars: Rebels

Star Wars: Thrawn Series - Timothy Zahn (2017)

Relationship: Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo/Eli Vanto

Summary:

Set after the Rebel's finale. Sabine and Ahsoka are preparing to search the Unknown Regions for Ezra and clearly, they need a translator. Who better than Eli who's, in turn, searching for Thrawn.

Unashamed fix-it fic for what has not yet happened in the coming Ahsoka TV-Series.

Eli tugged at his civilian clothes, trying to make himself look presentable, as he entered the cantina. It'd been a while since he'd worn anything but one uniform or another and it was not helping him feel at ease.

He recognized the Togruta sitting at a table in the back. Ahsoka Tano, Jedi turned Rebellion leader. Finding info on Tano had not been easy, not with the Empire gone and with it most of his contacts and resources. From what he'd been able to find it didn't seem like Tano had Second Sight but Vah'nya had warned him that she could probably use the Force to read his intentions. Eli took a deep breath, he could do this. For Thrawn, he could do this.

"Greetings," Eli said, playing up his Wild Space accent; anything that would set him apart from Imperial Center. His accent wasn't a lie. There was an 8 in 10 chance that he'd be able to fool her if he stuck to the truth, the creatively edited truth. If there was no outright deception she wouldn't be able to sense it. Hopefully, Vah'nya was right about that.

"I heard y'all are looking for a translator going into the Unknown Regions?"

"We do," the Mandalorian standing behind Tano said, arms crossed in front of her chest - Sabine Wren his memory supplied, Lothal Rebels - looking him up and down. "Which languages do you speak?"

"I speak quite a few but for where y'all going Sy Bisti, Lioaoi and Taarja will be most useful," Eli explained, running his hand through his hair in thought. "I also speak Meese Caulf and Bocce but you could get a droid for that."

"I've never heard of some of those, where did you learn them?" Sabine was tired. She wanted a hot bath and a drink, not necessarily in that order. They'd been interviewing potential candidates for hours but according to Ahsoka none of them had been 'the one'. It wasn't that she didn't believe in the Force, she'd lived among Jedi for long enough to know that it was real alright but right now what it mostly was was a real pain in the ass.

"I'm from Wild Space," the man, he had to be in his mid-thirties, said patiently as if that wasn't obvious from his accent. "My parents own a small shipping company; you pick stuff up when you're around traders from all over, ma'am."

Eli eyed Wren wearily, he'd heard about her part in the liberation of Lothal, how they'd blown up the Academy with everyone in it. Trusting her felt like a gamble but he didn't have much of a choice if he wanted to find Thrawn. The fall of the Empire had come as a surprise to the Ascendancy and reinforced Supreme Admiral Ar'alani's conviction that bringing Thrawn home once and for all was the best option they had. The New Republic was still too weak and needed to be watched before a potential alliance could be offered.

"What's your name?" Tano asked, and Eli wondered if the shiver he felt running down his back was her using the Force on him or just nerves.

"You can call me Ivant," Eli said, sticking as closely to the truth as he could. He'd been Ivant for nearly a decade now, surely that counted.

He'd read about the war trials on the Holonet and the rewards that were still out for high-ranking Imperial officers. He'd have to be very careful. Really, really careful. If he got himself captured and executed for what had happened at Batonn he'd be of no use to Thrawn, quite the contrary.

"What kind of cargo would you be transporting?" Eli asked, testing their honesty in return. He was fully aware of their mission but he wanted to see what they'd tell him.

Sabine and Ahsoka shared a glance. Surprisingly he'd been the first to ask that question.

"That's on a need to know --" Sabine started but Ahoska held up her hand, interjecting.

"He's the one," Ahsoka said with that sometimes infuriating certainty Force-users had about them that more often than not grated on Sabine's nerves.

"You sure?" Sabine asked, narrowing her eyes at Ahsoka. There was something not quite right about Ivant; his clothes were too new, and his posture was a bit too rigid, too formal. Like he wanted to stand to attention but was trying not to. She'd seen this with many of the Imp defectors during her days in the Rebellion. He didn't ping her as definitely Imperial but there was something military about him and she wasn't sure he'd not been making stuff up about at least one of the languages he claimed to speak.

"Yes, I can feel it in the Force. We need him," Ahsoka reassured her.

"We're not traders, we're on a rescue mission," Sabine explained, deciding to trust Ahsoka in this. "Welcome to the crew, Ivant."

Chapter 2

Three months later.

"Ivant!" Wren shouted excitedly, asking him to come and join them in the cockpit the second they'd dropped out of hyperspace. "You have to see this!"

"What?" This better not be another pod of kriffin purrgil, Eli thought sourly as he got up from his bunk. They'd been following the creatures around for the better part of three months, from one backwater planet to another. That those creatures had somehow managed to make the whole Seventh Fleet disappear creeped Eli out; they were another Wild Space myth come to life and this one he could do without.

Eli tugged his questis away into the inside pocket of his jacket and made his way over to the viewport. What he saw made his stomach drop in dread. The ISD Chimaera hung dead and dark in space. No. Please, no. He'd come this far –

He pressed his hand against the transparisteel, trying not to give in to despair. They couldn't all be dead, could they? Faro, Hammerly, Agral, – Thrawn.

Eli stood silently contemplating the fate of the over 30 000 personnel that would have been on board. Friends, colleagues, people he'd once served alongside. The excited chatter from the cockpit painfully reminded him that, despite the easy camaraderie they'd settled into during their time traveling together, just what side Tano and Wren were on and what would happen to him if they found out who he really was.

Tano piloted their ship closer to the Chimaera and to his relief Eli noticed faint lights in the superstructure. Maybe, just maybe, not all was lost. Maybe Thrawn was still alive. If anyone could survive this it was Thrawn. Eli had to cling to that hope. He'd spent his off time reading up on the fall of the Empire and sending reports back to Ar'alani whenever the opportunity presented itself. It nagged at him, in the back of his mind, when he tossed and turned, unable to sleep, that he and Thrawn both would have been on that Death Star if events had played out just the tiniest bit differently.

Pulling himself together, Eli took out his questis. He had a job to do. Not sure if they'd seen the lights but figuring that they would soon or later anyway, Eli ignored the excited chatter coming from where Wren and Tano were discussing their imminent success; something about feeling their friend in the Force. Unnoticed by either Tano or Wren, Eli keyed in their coordinates, transmitting them to Admiral Ar'alani. It was done. The CEDF would be here within a couple of hours, and everything else would hopefully fall into place too.

"Unknown ship, this is Commodore Faro of the ISD Chimaera, identify yourself." A familiar, and oh so welcome, voice addressed them over their comm.

"Well, kriff," Wren muttered but Eli's heart sang in excitement. If Faro was alive, then maybe there was hope that -

"This is captain Ria Talla of the Freighter Meiloorun. We've come to trade for local handicrafts," Sabine tried the by now familiar bluff. She hadn't expected anyone to be on board, not with the ship looking dead in the water. She should have known it was a trick and now that she was paying close attention she could make out pinpricks of light in the superstructure. Just their kriffing luck. Too bad the purrgil hadn't taken care of the Imps for them.

Good grief, Eli thought. Had this actually ever fooled anyone? Did they not realize that anyone on the Chimaera would recognize the Ghost on sight, even with its most recent paint job? They didn't have visuals on their comm but he could vividly imagine Faro narrowing her eyes at this krayt spit.

For a moment Eli wondered just how damaged the Chimaera was but then yep, there it was. Their ship jerked as the Chimaera's tractor beam pinned them in place.

"Want to try that again?" Faro prompted as the tractor beam slowly drew them in.

"This is neutral space, far outside the reach of the for- of the Empire. Under what authority do you detain us?" Sabine was seriously annoyed. After all these years they were this close to finding Ezra and somehow Thrawn's kriffing ship had survived the purrgil intact enough to give them trouble. But just how damaged was the Chimaera? Sabine could make out a patchwork of what looked to be recent repairs. The hull had deep gouges and the Chimaera's infamous paint job was missing where parts had been replaced but not repainted. If they were fully functional, surely they'd have returned years ago. Maybe they were bluffing.

"The planet Yihiri is under Imperial protection. We are authorized by the Yihiri Council of Elders to take any steps necessary to ensure the planet's safety. Identify yourself."

Just great, Sabine thought, another planet that needed their help getting rid of Imperial occupation. She keyed into the secure channel she had to Hera, requesting New Republic help. Even if they didn't manage to find Ezra, she couldn't leave these people to their fate. She'd seen what the Empire did to occupied worlds and worlds that defied their rule. What they had done to Mandalore-

"Can you break free?" Sabine asked Ahsoka, temporarily muting their comm. She really wished Hera was here. Not that Ahsoka was a bad pilot but she was no Hera and they could really use Hera's flying right now.

"Try breaking from the tractor beam again and we will shoot, is that clear?" Faro's voice had taken on an edge that meant she was deadly serious.

"Yeah, kriff that," Sabine muttered. "Ahsoka, any time now!"

The impact of a turbolaser shook the ship.

"Shields at 60%," Sabine warned.

Ahsoka pulled at the controls, trying to wrestle the Ghost free from the Chimaera's tractor beam.

Another turbolaser shot hit the Ghost.

"What do we do now?"

"Shields at 20%," Wren informed Tano.

"Stop, already," Eli snapped, pushing past Wren toward the comm controls. "The next hit is going breach our hull and kill us all."

"If they pull us in we're dead too," Wren snapped back. "Do you have any idea what they'll do to us if they capture us?"

Caught between the proverbial rock and a hard place Eli made a decision he hoped he'd not come to regret and snatched the comm control out of her hand. Not blowing his cover would mean nothing if he ended up dead in space because those kriffing rebels didn't know when to give up. "Don't shoot," Eli said into the comm, hoping that Faro would recognize, and more importantly, believe him. "Commodore Faro, this is Eli Vanto."

#Thrawn #fanfic #eli vanto #thrawn/eli #thranto #sabine wren #ahsoka tano #star wars rebels #star wars #reposting my fic here

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anoray · 11 months

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Ahsoka vs Thrawn pisses me off, because that conflict wasn't built up well at all and rather than get a Rebels season 5 devoted entirely to the characters, we have their arcs revolve around Ahsoka like Ezra, Hera, Sabine deserve better than this shitshow.

Sabine calling Ahsoka "master" lmao what a joke.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts! I think the biggest story development problem I have with Ahsoka spearheading the hunt for Thrawn and Ezra is that she was gone after the end of Season 2. Thrawn entered the picture in Season 3.

Ahsoka never had any involvement in all the trials and tribulations the Rebels went through with Thrawn. Ever. And Thrawn is really the main nemesis for Hera because he invaded her home on Ryloth, he took her Kalikori, and he used it against Hera when she was being tortured by Pryce by goading her about the loss of her brother. To add salt to the wound, Thrawn basically expressed that Hera should feel lucky her family's treasured heirloom would become part of his art collection rather than be tossed away upon her execution . That is all on top of the Rebels who were under Hera's wing on Atollon who got wiped out by Thrawn. So, if anyone has a major bone to pick with Thrawn, it is Hera Syndulla, not Ahsoka.

As for Sabine and Ahsoka, I am curious to see what kind of backstory the show provides regarding their relationship plus how it moves it forward because these two had absolutely zero onscreen time together in Rebels. Because they never had any direct connection to begin with, it was hard to feel excited about them teaming up for the grand search for Ezra at the end of the Season 4 epilogue. Frankly, it will be a real slap in the face to Kanan and Ezra if they make Sabine Force-sensitive with Ahsoka her master. That said, I don't think they'd tease such a huge development in the trailer if that's what's really going on, but I guess we shall see what we shall see.

I intend to view Ahsoka with an open mind and wait until all the episodes air before forming any final opinions. For now, I'm crossing my fingers that this "Season 5 of SWR" per Filoni keeps the Ghost characters front and center as they so deserve if this is indeed the continuation of their story.

#star wars rebels #ahsoka show #things that make you go hmmm #please don't let this show suck #it already doesn't have kanan so there's that #thanks for the message anon!

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contentment-of-cats · 1 year

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Dark Fandom: Frameups and Fakers

Great Mother of Sockpuppets.

Okay - here we go.

Frameups and Fakers

Peering over the rim of my coffee cup, I looked at these posts from last night and decided that it's time to add to the reading shelf.

Here's what happened, for the link-averse. False blogs were set up apparently to mimic BeeBee76, JadeSabre85, and Draculard (no blog to compare), then the actual parties were blocked by the fake blogs, preventing the real Jade, BeeBee, and Draculard from finding them. It is possible that these blogs are or could be used to send messages where anons are disallowed, divert traffic from the parties' actual blogs, or post content that is against community guidelines in order to get the parties deactivated by Tumblr.

Below are Real Beebee vs Fake Beebee and Real Jadesabre versus Fake JadeSabre. Drac does not have a Draculard blog on Tumblr, but is well known enough in the Thrawn, ST:TNG, and other fandoms with that name. In both cases, the elimination of a dash, or the last two digits of Jade's name leads to an empty blog where you would expect content. I use the search bar to go to someone's blog directly - I do miss my LJ feature where I could just click a name in the sidebar and boom!

Frameup 101

A frameup or setup is a maneuver designed to make someone appear responsible or divert blame for a given situation (such as a crime) using fabricated evidence and/or testimony.

I've also heard a frameup called a stitchup, though I'm not sure if that's a TikTok term or not. Generally, the person seeking to divert attention and frame another party is the perpetrator, though a third party may be acting to 'protect' the actual instigator and finds the framed party a convenient target.

Some of the techniques used in frameups include:

False flag - actions undertaken with a false identity, the intention being to blame the target person or group.

Joe job - old Usenet term for a spamming campaign using a spoofed email address.

Scapegoating - placing blame for one's bad actions on another party as the cause of said actions.

'Just asking questions' - questions designed to sow doubt or create chasms in a group of people. For instance, "But how do we know that there's not a nanochip in the COVID vaccine? There could be, and it could be used to see who is complying with the New Order. I'm just asking questions."

Casus belli - 'cause for war' actions or causes used to justify hostilities.

Gaslighting - manipulative behavior that over a period of time causes the victim to doubt their own powers of reasoning, validity of their thoughts, and even perception of reality. This leads to loss of self-esteem, stability, and self-confidence, leading to confusion and dependency on the gaslighter who is using the victim for their own advantage.

Red herring - information set up to be distracting and a distraction from the situation at hand.

Straw man - an argument or proposition intentionally misrepresented because it is easier to defeat than the actual argument.

In other words - know your bullshit because stalkers and trolls will use your credulousness to their advantage.

#mother of sockpuppets #fandom wank #f*ckery #dark side of fandom #internet stalking #internet harassment #counterfeit blogs #frame job

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vibratingskull · 7 months

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"Can I request thrawn x female reader where someone trying to seduce him and reader kinda insecure about themself." -anon

Insecure reader incoming! But Thrawn won't tolerate it!!!

Thrawn x f!reader

No pronouns or Y/n

You adjust your corset.

God it is tight, but that’s how the dress must be worn.

And Thrawn said you looked superb in it. So you’ll suffer it for his pleasure.

You hear the party raging on in the next room, the shoutings, the laughs, the clinking of glasses with the music… It is a lively party. You insisted for Thrawn to accompany you despite knowing he would rather stay at your Corusantian apartment to work. But it is good for him too to go out and meet people, so you dragged him anyway. He reluctantly abided by your choice with a patient and gentle smile and escorted you to the party very gallantly. You promised him you would not stay long, just enough for you to have some fun and him to make some profitable relationships.

You observe yourself in the mirror of the bathroom, you’re a little tired but nothing a touch up of make up couldn't mask, you comb your hair again too and put back on some perfume, Thrawn’s favorite, the one he offered you for your birthday. Someday when you put it on he just comes from behind you, hugs you and buries his nose in your neck to deeply inhale the fragrance. You flush and speed up your process, impatient to get back to his side.

As you get out of the bathrooms you search for him a bit, walking among the guests in grand clothing and expensive jewelry. You spot him in a deep conversation with a lady in a deep showy red dress with a deep cleavage.

You don’t judge, you rock your own, but something in her demeanor displeases you. Is it how she smiles? How she swing her hips as he talks? How she seem to press herself against him when someone needs to pass behind her? At any rate you hurry your pace to join him as quickly as possible.

“Ah, dear!” He welcomes you “I was just talking with this lady about Togruta’s tapestries and carved statues. She is a real goldmine.” All your senses are on high alert, it is your privilege to speak about art with him for hours on end.

“Really…?” You say with a shy voice. You look up to him and see his eyes sparkling and a thin smile on his lips.

No…

You never saw him like that.

Not even with you.

“Oh it is nothing much really, everyone knows about that.” She laughs.

You gulp. You know nothing about those subjects, or just a little.

“I see your glass is empty, dear. Let me bring you another one.” He gallantly takes your glass to refill it of any fine wine they got.

She observes him go then turns back towards you with a carnivorous grin.

“And who might you be?” she asks, judging you head to toes

She towers over you with her high heels and sparkly necklace. Yours don’t sparkle as much.

“I’m his fiance.” You stick out your chest.

Her smile turns into a sly grin.

“Oh really? I don’t remember seeing a ring.” She licks her teeth.

Thrawn’s culture doesn’t use rings and you didn’t want to impose that on him.

“Well… That’s because he doesn’t have use for them!”

“Oh? What an excuse. If you want my opinion it’s because he doesn’t want to be bound to you forever.” She continues with honey in her voice. “I had a little discussion with him as you were trying to look…. salvageable in those bathrooms. He’s a man of great talent and a magnificent mind. He must find a woman with matching grandeur!” She chuckles with sparkles in her eyes. “And I quite don’t think you’ll make the cut, honey…”

“I… You… What makes you say that?!” You try to gather your words as all your insecurities bubble up under your skin.

“Oh honey, it is useless to state the obvious. You’re a pretty little creature for a working class person, but you’ll never be nothing more.”

“He doesn’t care about that! He’s working class too, we have more in common than you think!” You flush of anger and embarrassment. “And I am a Lieutenant Commander, show some respect!”

She tuts.

“He may not care about your standing, but he sure cares about his career. And a woman of la creme de la creme of Coruscant would secure him significant political power. Tell me, what bonus and advantages a Lieutenant commander can bring him?” She puts her hand on her hip.

“He doesn’t understand politics.” You gulp

“It’s okay, I can teach him. I can be a really good teacher when I want too.” She traces her bosoms with the tip of her finger mind-absently. “Especially for such a handsome man.”

It makes you want to puke. What if she’s right? You dig your nails in the fabric of your dress, tears gathering behind your eyes.

“Oh honey, don’t cry. You’re gonna ruin your low budget make up. I’m sure you put a lot of effort just to look presentable.” She hands you a handkerchief with pity in her eyes.

You don’t take it. You feel constricted in your corset, like air doesn't go down to your lungs.

“He loves me.” You greet your teeth.

“I’m sure he does. Like someone loves a sick half-breed puppy found in the trash. He’s too polite to tell you but he just keeps you around until he finds better. And if I’m not mistaken…” She readjusts her bustier and deepens her cleavage, “He just did tonight.”

“What might you be talking about you two?” Thawn reappears with your glass in hand.

“Nothing. About taking a fresh start in life with good partners.” She laughs, clinking her glass with his.

He looks puzzled for a second ,“Should I be worrying?” He turns towards you with a raised eyebrow. You immediately wipe the tears that started rolling down before he can notice them and shake your head.

“No.” You mumble. “I need some fresh air…” You excuse yourself and heads towards the doors as quickly as your heels permit you. You let your tears run, ruining your mascara.

A hand seize your arm.

“Dear? Is everything good?” Thrawn ask with frowning brows.

“Yes. Leave me alone.” You try to evade his grasp but he squeezes harder.

“Not even for a second when you cry like that.” He looks around. “Follow me on this balcony.”

He guides you, his hand on your lower back and closes the windows behind you once you're on the balcony. You hug yourself, trying to relax. He comes behind you and embraces you. You stiffen in his arms, not turning towards him.

“Talk to me love, do not remain alone with your pain.” He murmurs in your ear.

“Thrawn, do you love me?” you ask bluntly.

He parts with you to look in your eyes, with an air of seriousness and sadness in his eyes.

“Is it what is worrying you?”

“Answer me.” You remember how he looked at her, curling your hands into fists.

“I love you.” He caresses your cheek, speaking softly. “Of course I do. Every second until my heart stops beating I will love you with all my soul.”

“Would you leave me for someone else?”

“Is that what you really talked about with her?” He inquires in a murmure.

“Forget her for a second” you gulp, pushing back your tears. “Would you?”

He looks into your eyes, searching for something, then sighs.

“I do not know what the future holds,” he admits “maybe our paths are bound to separate at one point. But maybe not. Maybe we are destined to remain together until the end.” He presses you against him. “As of today, I want no one else but you at my side.”

“You don’t regret choosing me?”

“Why would I?” He put a strand of hair behind your ear. “You are perfect for me. You keep me grounded, you help me to never forget the price of a life because yours is beyond any riches of the galaxy. You comfort me and hold me close in your arms. My home is where you are.”

“You would say that about any lover.” You put.

He winces for a second, calculating his mistake.”What could I say or do to convince you?”

“What do you even see in me?”

“Everything. I love your mannerism, the way you take a breath before talking, the way you walk on heels. The way you think completes mine, how you take problems like no one else would. I love the scent of your hair and the way your eyes reflect light. I love your nose…” He says brushing his nose with yours, earning a small chuckle from you. “I love who you are as a person and as a colleague. I never feel as much supported and prepared when you are at my side.I feel invincible with you.”

You look up to his gaze with teary eyes.

“So you do love me?” You ask with a shaky voice, full of tears and hope;

“I do.” and he seals his words with a tender kiss. You grasp his white uniform and dig your nails in the fabric, forcing him to lean on against your lips. He slide his hand in your back and behind your head, deepening the kiss.

You part only when you lack air, panting to breathe while he looks unbothered. It makes him chuckles and kisses your forehead. “You are perfect to me, ch’acah.”

You faintly smile at the pet name, and hug him back.

“Thrawn?”

“Yes, ch’acah?”

“I want rings.”

“Yes ch’acah. Let us quit this boring party and find a jeweler’s.”

@bluechiss @thrawnalani @justanothersadperson93 @al-astakbar @thrawnspetgoose @readinglistfics @elise2174 @debonaire-princess @twilekchiss @pencil-urchin @ineedazeezee @mssbridgerton

#thrawn x reader #thrawn x you #thrawn x f!reader #thrawn #grand admiral thrawn #mitth’raw’nuruodo #fanfic #vibratingskull

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zeldurz · 1 year

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Hi there! I have been meaning to touch base with you on my fake interview show, The Asker’s Studio™️ (an unabashed rip-off of the very real show, Inside the Actor’s Studio with James Lipton ז״ל)

Welcome!

It’s well-known that I am the world’s laziest fic reader. None of my degrees prepared me for the Ao3 search engine, so all fics that make their way to my scores of open tabs come by recommendations. It’s a pretty stringent gauntlet to run, as those close to me know that certain tags such as hurt with no comfort likely will not make the cut. (Simply because I get enough on-the-job overload of this already)

The bottom line is this: your fic, Whatever it Takes landed in my must read file by dint of not one, but several hearty recommendations. I am still thanking those people, because even when I hit a dark patch and rejected fic for a while…this little gem still worked for me.

For those who are unfamiliar with the fic, here is a brief summary:

The Chimaera's medics arrive just a moment earlier, saving Thrawn from the fate Ruhk had intended for him. As the Grand Admiral fights for his life, Gilad Pellaeon comes to some important realizations and makes some important decisions.

Only time will tell if they're worth it.

Essentially, what we have is a Legends AU Prawn fic! (Pellaeon-Thrawn)

One of the main themes that runs through this fic is a significant amount of pining. It is very subtle, as is most everything about this fic, so I wanted to pick it up from here.

Generally speaking, most of my asks tend to be thought-bending deep dives into the land of introspection. Since this is your first time here, I will try to go light. 🤣

Tell us what brought you to write fic, and more specifically, how it was you chose a Prawn pairing (which is usually overshadowed by the more popular Thranto pairing) as your universe.

Writing style. I can never get enough insight into how people write their fics (my method being to know the beginning & end and fill in the rest, thank you @coruscantiscribbler) Do you use the more complex outline format, or do you just sit down and “go for it”? (the @myevilmouse method)

Many of my authors know exactly how their fics are going to end they day they begin them. Are you one of these authors, or does the mystery remain for you, too?

Finally, is fic a catharsis, something that you do to relax & for fun? I ask this, because eventually fic became a nemesis for me. An adversarial relationship that I walked away from. (until very recently, the muses began to whisper…)

I am enjoying Whatever It Takes, immensely. It is my hope that it goes on for many more chapters.

I thank you for your time, should you choose to share it.

Ahhhhh my first Asker's Studio! Now I know I've made it as a fic author lol

I started writing fics because I do a bunch of text RP and play a lot of DND/TTRPGs, and I started writing bits and pieces to get a better sense of my characters and their backstories. From there it was a small jump to “fanfiction is RP where I am all the characters at once” and eventually I realized other people might, in fact, enjoy what I have written.

For Prawn specifically, the blame for that lies almost entirely on @life-jim-but-not-as-we-know-it. About a year ago I started listening to the canon Thrawn audiobooks on the recommendation of @emp-roar, and I found myself instantly attached to Thrawn as a character (as is true for many autistic-coded Sherlock-esque characters). Since I had to wait for the audiobooks to become available, I made my way over to AO3 and searched up my new blorbo and my favourite genre of fanfiction: the Hurt/Comfort. I did not even know who Gilad Pellaeon was at the time (I was very excited to see him in Treason and Rebels – “that's the Legends Guy from Drac's fics!”) but I was very emotionally invested in the two of them.

Even after finishing the Heir Trilogy, the Ascendancy Trilogy, and the Canon Thrawn Trilogy, I still find our dear Captain Pellaeon the most fun to write as Thrawn's “Watson”, and so that's (mostly) what I do. There's something about the two of them sassing each other that I really enjoy, and I find Pellaeon's perspective a little easier to get a handle on than Eli's or Ar'alani's (as examples).

Not to mention Bilbringi provides an awful lot of inspiration, since I am definitely NOT a Major Character Death person, and if I can pretend that last part of the Last Command never happened, I most certainly will.

Ohhhh this is an interesting question. I have an extremely unique method for story planning called “I have ADHD and a job that requires an awful lot of driving” - by which I mean almost all of my fics start from a kernel of an idea that gets tumbled around in my mind for anywhere from an hour to upwards of eight hours of highway driving, and then if I'm lucky, I'll write it down before it goes away again. Usually, this idea is the middle of the fic (for Whatever it Takes, it was the concept that maybe the Empire isn't very well equipped to treat a critically injured alien, even if he is their Supreme Commander), and then when I want to write I have to sit down and figure out how to start it and end it. There are many stories gathering dust in my google drive right now as I try and figure out how to make them flow quite right.

Because of this and the aforementioned ADHD, I also tend to bounce around between different fics depending on what happened to catch the attention of the brain squirrels on any particular day – so I usually don't plan too far in advance.

Also while it isn't so much about how I plan my fics, you may be interested to know that many of them are written a paragraph or even a sentence or two at a time. My job (when I'm not driving) often has 10-15 min gaps where I'm waiting for a test to run or a system to finish pumping down or something like that, and that's often when I wind up writing down the bits and pieces I thought of on the way there. I will sometimes sit down and write a whole bunch at once – especially if I'm staying overnight somewhere for work and so don't have my tablet or my gaming PC – but if I have big chunks of time I'm usually doing something other than writing.

So far, yes! If you had told high school me that I had written 69458 words (according to AO3, so I'd bet it's closer to 100000 if you count my google drive) of stories this year of my own volition, I would have told you that was insane and that I hated writing, but I do actually really enjoy it. I think it helps that there's less pressure to have “central themes” and “metaphors” and all that other stuff that is very important to English teachers, and that I'm writing solely for myself. If other people enjoy my unedited blorbo thoughts, then I'm happy to share them, but I don't want it to become a “I have to do xyz” sort of thing. (this is also why I am sure there are many typos/missing words in my fics, bc rereading and editing is Not Fun lol)

Thank you for asking! I always appreciate your comments and thoughts on both my work and others :D

#my inbox #stuff i wrote

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stardusthuntress · 2 years

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Some people get upset so easily. Someone made a comment about how Tales of the Jedi wasn’t about the “real Jedi”, and how it needed more about their life at the temple… so I reblogged it explaining how it’s so nice that Star Wars is now treating people like they are human and not perfect, and how seeing the disillusionment and search for hope was so important to the story, and they got all hurt that I was being “anti-Jedi” and that they only allowed pro-Jedi comments on their blog. And ya know, there’s nothing wrong with them not wanting those alerts of comments on the blog. And they are sorta correct, I’m not a big fan of the Jedi because of the way they were portrayed as idols and then they proceed to leave a trail of destruction in their wake that they don’t have to clean up. Because they have forgotten what it is like to be normal and not blessed with the connection to the force. But I love how it is because of that that Anakin struggles and eventually falls. There’s so much realism in that! But the post I reblogged made me realize that the original post was from a person who I should not be following because we have clashing views on the humanity portrayed in Star Wars. Rather than getting angry at each other and spreading hate via lengthy and constant reblogs, maybe I should just make my own post. But that doesn’t mean we can’t have meaningful discussions about the beautiful portrayals of humanity in Star Wars. Maybe that person needs it to portray the ideal case, and who am I to deny them that? But personally, I love that Star Wars is really diving into the grey area where real people live, so I deleted my reblog and decided to make it into a post of its own because I really like that Disney is making Star Wars into a space that portrays the struggles of the real world and how nobody is perfect and I want to share that so they know it is appreciated. Maybe I did word it a bit strongly (I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, I was just writing down what was in my head because it got me thinking and I like cerebral stories), but that doesn’t mean we can’t discuss our differences of opinion in kind ways. Personally, I don’t think I would be a big fan of a soap opera about the perfect life at the Jedi temple… but that’s just me! Maybe other people would really like that, and there’s nothing wrong with that! So, lemme explain why I really liked the new show! And let’s all try to discuss our favorite things about the show kindly instead of argue about opinions, sound good?

So here are my thoughts, with a little bit more than I originally posted.

I really like the Tales of the Jedi because the way they wrote it begs the question: are the Jedi really upholding the Jedi values anymore, or have they forgotten what it is to be Jedi? Perhaps these few are those who began to remind the Jedi of what once was, and what needs to be again. People aren’t all good or all bad, real people exist in the grey area, and that’s finally getting explored in Star Wars and it’s wonderful! People need role models that aren’t perfect, because perfection is unobtainable, unrealistic. We need hope that you don’t have to be categorized as bad if you just don’t quite fit the ideal model. All I’m saying is: people aren’t perfect, so why does media so often portray them as such? It’s beautiful to have complexities, and the Tales of the Jedi gave us exactly that!

Tho I would like to know more about all of the others too! Especially the disillusionment cases: what happened to Bariss? Was there a specific mission that made her ache so much she turned on her friend? What about Luminara’s capture, what happened? That Jedi we see under the cloth in Bad Batch, who was that and who were they as a person? Like Homer’s Iliad and odyssey, part of the true meaning of a story comes from the life lived before the fall - we must know the fallen to truly understand the horrors of war.

“To defeat an enemy, you must know them” Thrawn (Rebels). As the Empire knew it’s Jedi, and it’s Clones, and it makes their fall that much more painful! After all, Star Wars has always been a tragedy. The clones became such wonderful men, and they never did receive the respect and kindness they should have for fighting to protect a way of life that they would never know.

And there’s a question I think we need to know more about: the moment Order 66 went out… there were far more clones than Jedi in the galaxy… many Jedi were said to sense a rumbling in the force, was it truly JUST that of their fallen compatriots, or was it also the moment the Clones - their best friends - were suddenly overcome by anger and hatred (as is the Sith way, because it IS indeed blinding) and disconnected from the humanity the Jedi and clones had bonded over, as their minds snapped and they literally lost control? How many clone minds were screaming into the force in that moment? What did that feel like? And perhaps more importantly, who or what gave the survivors the strength to continue after the fall? And what role did the disillusionment have as they continued onwards? We saw Bail give Ahsoka hope when she most needed it. Where were the other kind souls who kept other survivors on their feet?

#star wars #tales of the jedi #totj #clone wars #tcw #bad batch #tbb #rebels #swr #Thrawn #order 66 #kenobi series #andor series

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engagemythrusters · 10 months

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okay. ahsoka. here we go

Immediately a fan of the music. Did they get the same people as TBOBF and The Mandalorian? The Ludwig person? Forgot the name…

INTRO CRAWL?! DAMNNNNN

But also red? Why red crawl?

Why is she searching for Thrawn not Ezra. Like I know the two left together but you think Ezra would be the priority. Not thrawn.

Aaand there’s the ship. Always start Star Wars with a ship.

Uuuugh my pirate site keeps buffering. Booooooooo

“They’re jedi” okay vibe but are they actually. Or is it those sorta-Sith guys

Ugh okay my annoying I have to go without subtitles now… :/ tbjs js gonna be hard

Okay that was a very Star Trek move. Why. For what.

YEAH ITS THOSE SITHLIKE BITCHES

Shin Hati evil love that for her. Love evil gorls

Evil granpa got shoulders daaamn love that for him

Ah it’s Bad Wig Girl.

God seriously why are the wigs so bad. Fucjing Disney. Boo.

Man I miss when Star Wars had cool titles. Phantom Menace. Return of the Jedi. Now it’s just fuckin NAMES.

Oooo interesting place. Old jedi temple? Looks like it.

Aaand her Lekku and Montrals still look like shjt styrofoam.

Okay fun lightsaber trick. At least theh didn’t forget how cool Ahsoka Tano is.

Wonder if we’ll see Morai…

Oh wow. Ahsoka wearss lipgloss ig. Okay.

This is very slow paced. Move a lil girl.

Those remind me a lil of the Zeffo spheres. But if they were filled. Idk maybe I’m making a connection that isn’t there. I just really like Star Wars Jedi games. Their lore was WAY COOL.

What do droids need capes for tho. Like why. That’s literally so fuckin impractical

UH DAVID TENNANT rip

RAMP JUMP RAMP JUMP RAMP JUMP

God I love T-6 shuttles. Best Star Wars ship. I mean other than bobas. But yeah T-6 sexiest SW ship

Do we get to see Sabine soon I miss her

OH MY GOD HERA

OHHHHHHHHH MY GOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

THE GASP I JUST GUSP

Okay her makeup and contacts really really suck

Hera just. Disbelieving. I get it. She’s so hurt she can’t let herself hurt anymore.

“Does that mean Ezra—“ WEEPING

Hera “oh my god more jedi bullshit I can never escape” Syndulla

SHES NOT FORCE SENSITIVE LEAVE HER ALONE

YAY SABINEEEEEE

Oh lothal so so pretty

RYDER hi!

EZRA MONUMENT?!

Ohhh it’s that wall

Ohhhhhh weeping

SABEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN

Oh she’s not there

Hehe I love her

OH IS THA—YEDSSS JAI

I love u Jai

God look at them. Look at the wall. Christ. Kanan…

Hehe sabine

SPECTER?! YOURE NOT ALLOWED THAT. YOU DONT DESERBE IT. THATS FOR THE FAMILY. THATS FOR! FAMILY!!!!

Sabine u shit hehe

This is a good actress for her 10/10 thank you for giving yourself to our beloved explosions girl

“She’s crazy” yeah she had years of being stupid with Ezra to make her nuts xoxo

TOWER TOWER TOWER

OHHH KITTH KITTH KITTY AAAH

What’s the kitties name

Ohh it even uses the same loth cat sounds from the show AND real kitty sounds

What’s the NAME of kittyyyyy

Oh Ezra’s stuff 😭

EZRAAAAAAA

“More than others” WHAT?! Okay. Not sure what that means.

YES SISTER OKAY YES. NO SHIPPING. JUST SISTER. AND BROTHER.

Not sure that I like the change that recording brought. But. It’s okay I’ll accept it.

Evil gorl <3

SHES A DUCKIN NIGHTSISTER?!

WHYD she choose such a bland ass name then?!?!!

INQUISITOR?!!!

THATS AN INQUISITOR

SABINE IS NOT FORCE SENSITIVE *FUCK YOU* LITERALKY S4 OF REBELS CONFIRMED IT SO HARD THAT CHANGING IT WOULD MAKE THIS THE STUPIDEST THING EVER IN THE HISTORY OF STAR WARS

oh my god. Jesus that was force shit wasn’t it. Fuck that oh my fod DONT MAKE HER FORCE SENSITIVE YOU DUMB FUCKS. IM SO FUCKING MAD.

Haircut time?

No not yet.

That was CRAP dialogue. That was HORRIBLE. Wow. Oh my god fire these writers. So hard.

I do love this music tho. It’s p good.

Okay so far it does NOT make sense how ahsoka arrives at the tower at the end of rebels. This isn’t fair. I loved that scene so much.

Awww chopper drawing.

Okay she’s a puzzle maker now as well as an artist? That’s dumb

GOD SHES NOT. FORCE. SENSITIVE.

THIS IS SO FUCJING STUPID THIS IS DUMB!!!

SHES! NOT!! FORCE!!! SENSITIVE!!!!

And she’s gonna steal it isn’t she hehe she is def Ezra’s sister >:)

Huyang like “I taught this”

Luke so not the only jedi he was meant to be hehe I mean k get it. But also it’s so dumb 😂

SHE DID IT HEHE I LOVE U SABINE

Sad that they didn’t make Lothals mountains just like the ones in the real series.

Towerrr

Kittyyyy

WHAT JS KITTY NAME PLEAS TELL ME

callin him Turkeyleg until told otherwise

Sigh I miss Ezra.

Fucking miss Kanan. It still hurts so much.

It’s been so long does Sabine still hurt? Does she still miss him the way she used to?

Heraaaa hiii 🥰

Hera knows her daughter

Okay so why is holograms so. Sounding like this. It’s more… MORE. Than how they used to sound. Is technology worsening or some shit?? Don’t like that.

Ahsoka stop being MEAN TO MY SABINE.

Yeah SNIPS. Ha.

Heras greatest strength is that she is understanding above all else. And I love her sm for it.

FATHER SON DAUGHTER RIGHT

I better be

Palm hand fist…

Oh.

Okay fine.

Hhhh.

SHES SO SMART I LOVE HERRRRRR

Mr Tukeyleg

OH NO DONT HURT SABINE OR TURKEYLEG

Ah shit yeah I figured

Nothing will ever be easy for her. Nor for ezra.

HELMET

*HIS SABER*

SHES NOT FUCKING FORCE SENSITIVE OKAH

She can use a lightsaber and she can use the Darksaber BUT BY GOD SHE IS NOT FORCE SENSITIVE

Why are u flying so slow 😭

OH MY Fod

OH MY GOD NO SABINE

No not my girl 😭

Oh is that the end ep 1?

Oh who is Ray? Rest well, Ray <3

Ep two coming in a sec.

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