Vurawn Wondered Often What His Life Would Have Looked Like If He Had Taken The Mitth's Proposal To Be

He's jacked I know it in my heart

Imagine Thrawn being cast into the Unknown Regions with Ezra

Imagine Thrawn being found and rescued by the Chiss

Imagine Thrawn being taken back to the Acendancy and his home

Don't imagine Thrawn being taken in front of the Syndicure

Don't imagine them debating whether he should be accepted back into their society or returned to exile

Don't imagine Ba'kif and Ar'alani standing to the side knowing there is nothing they can do

Don't imagine the Syndicure nearly ruling against him

Don't imagine Thrawn standing up and speaking for the first time against them

Don't imagine him shouting at them that he has given his life for the Acendancy

Don't imagine him telling them that though he was ruled by the Empire his actions were for the benefit of the Chiss

Don't imagine Mitth'raw'nuruodo losing his composure

Don't imagine him screaming at his Patriarch

Don't imagine him calling himself a servant of the Chiss

Don't imagine him saying "I only want to come home"

Don't imagine the Syndicure stripping him of his titles

Don't imagine them turning him over to the Mitth

Instead imagine him returning home to his family and being granted a place in the Expansionary Defence Force

We need more Kit Fisto fics.

We need more Thrawn fics.

We need more alienfucker fics period.

Happy May the 4th everyone.

Just a thought:

It's not Cody or Kote, it's Koté (kōt-æ).

...

No one ever said that the Mando'a to Basic pronunciations/spellings we have are exact, it's not a far fetch if when writing his name Koté, a Mando'a word, in Aurebesh liberties are taken on account of Aurebesh not having accent marks.

As to everyone calling him Cody, most Jedi and everyday citizens wouldn't know Mando'a, it would be like how English speakers used to (and still do to an extent) change names for easier pronunciation. Miguel = Michael, Yeshua = Joshua, Pièrre = Peter. It's not that far of a stretch.

*None of this has any connection to canon like at all.

I...I just watched the movie and...I'm gonna need a few days...

Oh Megatronus...

I just finished watching Transformers Prime (haven't watch the movie yet) and...when Bumblebee killed Megatron my heart just dropped, and I think that Optimus's did too. When it just panned over to him with his wide optics as he watched the light go out of Megatron's...I saw a glimpse of Orion there.

And with all honesty, I don't believe that he will be able to live without him. Megatron was his mission, in the beginning the war, before it was even a war, Megatronus was there, they fought together, they were brothers. Then the betrayal came and it became about saving his friend and his planet. Eventually Optimus started to just seek revenge, for his brother and for his home. But at the end, I think that Optimus still had hope that he could save him. He wanted to save Megatron. And that chance was taken away from him.

And for the past 4 million years! Optimus' every waking moment has been consumed by Megatron. How would he live once the mission was over? Who would he be? I don't think he's ready to find the answer to that, and I don't think he'll survive to find out. I don't think he can.

The afterlife is very sacred to the Chiss. They live their entire lives in service to the Acendancy with the hope that they will be returned to the snow and ice that made them and return to watch over those who they set on the same path. Their students and prodigies.

Thrawn wouldn't pretend to have believed in the idea that after his death his spirit would be magically transported to land where everyone he had ever loved was, where he could watch his people grow, and be at peace. But he also wouldn't deny that he felt a need to protect the Acendancy and that he felt a deep connection to the cold snowy worlds. If he was a spiritual man he would say his soul longed for them. But Thrawn was never a spiritual man, instead he focused his days on protecting his people, his friends; teaching others so that they could do the same; and bettering himself. And in the final days he focused on making sure that his death wasn't in vain. That it meant something. And that final note didn't fall flat.

Thrawn didn't know what would come of him. An eternity burning as some humans believed, would certainly be torture for the Chiss. Wondering forever and ever on planes of ice alone with his thoughts, he couldn't say he would particularly enjoy that. He hoped for eternal darkness, the kind of rest you only get when you enter a deep dreamless sleep. He didn't expect the stories to be true.

He didn't expect to open his eyes and be greeted by soft white light.

Thrawn sat up, his arms coming to rest beside him, none of the sluggishness he had expected was there. There were no burn marks, no shrapnel, none of the telltale signs of the explosion that had taken his life. Or was it the assassin? The purrgil? He couldn't differentiate one moment of the past from another, it all slammed into one jumbled ball. Compared to the stark calm around him, it felt like a blizzard was tearing through his skull.

He held his head in his hands, rocking back and forth, muttering to himself in his mother's tongue, trying to calm himself with the luxury he so rarely allowed. The blizzard was getting stronger. Where am I? Where was I? Who was I? Who am I? What am I? The storm continued to grow and twist and turn. Wrapping him in it's embrace as he slowly began to sink into the soft snow beneath him. A hand reached out and touched his shoulder, and it all came to a stop. The wind was frozen. And his head was empty, for what seemed the first time ever. Looking up at the one who saved him, the face of a Chiss woman stood above. Some 50 odd years younger than she should have been, her bluish black hair slicked back, and an uncharacteristically soft expression on her face stood Ar'alani.

"Mitth'raw'nuruodo..." she whispered, stroking his shoulder. "Come," she held out her hand for him to take.

And he did.

Rising to his feet with her help, he could feel the years sliding off of him, the age, the horrors, until nothing was left except the man he had been years before. With no worries except for the safety of his family. As he rose, he began to see them around him.

The laughing figure of a woman ran past, followed by a gaggle of young girls.

"Vurika!" She passed by.

Ar'alani pulled him forward, to the feet of a middle aged Chiss. He had crinkles around his eyes, but a smile on his face.

"My boy."

"General Ba'kif," Thrawn whispered, hardly recognizing this version of his commander. The older man smiled and slipped an arm around Thrawn's shoulders.

"No status here, simply Ba'kif," Thrawn smiled, a sense of warmth blossoming in his chest. He began to look around, counting off the faces he recognized. Rik'ardok, Mak'ro, In'daro, Ali'astov, even Urf'ianico. There were non-Chiss there as well, though none that he could make out. He saw a man with brown hair and a crooked smile and began his way, before Ba'kif's hand pulled him back with a small bittersweet smile on his face.

"Wha..."

Ar'alani stepped forward "He's not here yet Raw," She explained before once again taking him in her arms and pulling him forward.

"Where are you taking me?" The two Chiss stayed silent, smiles on the both of their faces as they traveled through the comforting cold, surrounded by the voices of the dead. Then standing before them a stadium, an exact replica of the chamber where so many times he was called to explain his actions to the Aristocra, they stopped. He looked around with confusion, wondering what this was. Before the images began. Eli, Faro, Che'ri, every living prodigy of his sprung to live before them. Living out their dreams, and fulfilling their duties to protect their Acendancy. A smile on his lips, the young Raw turned from the spools of colour only to find another man in front of him, a wry smile on his lips. A grin broke out on his own usually stoic face.

"Hello Thrass."

KHARILL!!

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

love how movies Kit Fisto was this funky alien-looking guy.

and then the animators said what if we made him into a sex icon

X-Men: The Time Traveler's Wife AU, where reader, a mutant uncontrollably drifting through time, forms an attachment to the long lived and possibly immortal Wolverine.

How they react to you being captured by the enemy:

*my first time writing, but I love this blue man too much for my own good lol! Please don’t be afraid to steal my ideas, I just want to see more thrawn! This was done over my phone notes so I didn’t get a chance to remove it!

Thrawn:

-His most prized art peace, the only art price dedicated to him, and him only. His wife.

- Would do everything in his power to retrieve you.

- He could care less how many life’s he’ll have to take to get you back to him.

- Would personally take the mission himself.

- His star destroyer, the citihaunting , and it’s entire crew, would loom over the the planets main city

- You were his prized possession, his favourite piece of art work. No one dear steal that from him.

- Governor Pryce would be blamed for you’re kidnapping, as he put her in charge of you’re safety when he was commanding his ship.

- He’d go retrieve you personally himself.

- Considers his men incompetent, especially his generals.

- Rains hell fire near the base you are kept as a warning.

- You were surrendered quickly at that point.

- You never had to worry he’d always come back for you.

- His most prized possession.

- Quickly destroys the base immediately after he safely has you back on board.

- Wants to scold you for getting yourself into that situation.

- But ends up just wrapping his arms around you from behind.

- You feel him leave a trail of kisses upon you’re neck

- You lean into his touch.

- You watched from the windows in Thrawns chambers, you see nothing but death and destruction.

-The base is completely desecrated, nothing could possibly survive the destruction.

- You’re heart aches for the people that lost their life’s because of you’re recklessness’s, and you’re husbands anger.

- You hear is smooth voice whispering into you’re ear

- “There is no one or thing in this galaxy that will bring harm to you, I’d personally destroy the galaxy, down to its very planet, if it meant keeping you from harm.”

- He holds you’re jaw so he can tilt you’re lips towards him

- You feel him tighten his opposite hand on you’re waste.

- The kiss doesn’t last long as he was still an Grand Admiral, and he had a full fleet to attend too.

- His position as Admiral meant he could keep you safe. So he took hos role very seriously.

- He gave you one last kiss on you’re forehead before leaving.

-He paused for a moment as exited his personal quarters, his back turned to you.

- “Try to stay out of troubles this time.” Thrawn sternly advised, yet had a small smile grow as he left for his post

- You both get a thrill from him rescuing you.

- And you both know he gets off to the idea of keeping you safe.

- He thrives off the idea of him being you’re protector.

- His love for you would burn the galaxy down just for you.

- But never would he admit that, he had to much pride.