Side Note To Fan Fic Authors

"thrawn has some twisted reasoning as to why he’s back working with the imperial remnant, like he must atone for something or his mission was not completed and the man is bullheaded single minded stubborn and must be stopped because he is incapable of stopping for himself"

Never has a quote been more true.

my contribution to the collective meltdown/copium pile is this:

ezra is actually working with the ascendancy on getting thrawn back from whatever he thinks he’s doing

by ascendancy i mean Eli, Ar’alani, Vah’nya and maybe Un’hee, with Thalias and Samakro running background support. hell, throw Borika in as well if you want to

Ezra and Thrawn actually learned to respect each other while they were stranded by the space whales

it’s why he hasn’t returned to lothal yet

thrawn has some twisted reasoning as to why he’s back working with the imperial remnant, like he must atone for something or his mission was not completed and the man is bullheaded single minded stubborn and must be stopped because he is incapable of stopping for himself

team chiss meets up with team ghost at some point and they exchange ideas sort things out manage to extract thrawn from the remnant and make him finally see the light

the real big bad was rae sloane all along bc that woman deserves to gaslight gatekeep girlboss to her heart’s content in live action as well. live action imperial remnant brass is looking testosterone poisoned currently

thranto is canon and so is ezrah’nya and kalluzeb. let’s give sabine a girlfriend too while we’re at it

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

Somebody with talent steal my ideas. Make them your own. Make them 💫sparkle💫

The Letter

Eli, my dearest friend,

It has been decades since our first meeting, and I feel I must thank you for the years that you have, for lack of better words, put up with my "krayt spit". I do not know if it was fate or merely luck that you were aboard that vessel that found me, though I have never believed in fate and one must not rely on luck, some star shined in my favor that day that it was you, Eli Vanto.

Through the years, you have never wavered. You have remained my closest confidant, and on occasion my savior. Though I am aware that you were bitter about the divert in your life track, your skills would have been throughly wasted as a supply officer. And I am pleased that you came to recognize that as well, in time. I would not have made it this far, neither in the Empire nor even back home to the Ascendancy without your help and guidance. I am a better man for your influence.

You have come far, my friend, look at yourself, a commodore in the Chiss Expansionary Defence Fleet. With many more promotions and honors to come, I have no doubts in you. You have learned much, and have become one of the greatest warriors I know. You are aware of what others are not, and have developed a skill for improvisation. A necessary tool for any commander.

Look after those who remain, instruct them in the ways of a warrior. Continue the work that we started and pass it on when you meet your own demise. Continue to live.

I leave you all that I have, my knowledge. I have added to the journal, utilize it. Do not mourn me, Eli Vanto, I am now with my brother.

May warrior's fortune smile upon you.

- written by Mitth'raw'nuruodo, left to Eli'van'to upon his death

Thank you @ele-millennial-weirdo 🥰

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Sometimes I like to start a Picrew train soooo here we go.

Picrew - super cute ☺️

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

Okay back into hiding I goooooo 🙈🙈🙈

Vurawn wondered often what his life would have looked like if he had taken the Mitth's proposal to be a merit adoptive all those years ago. At odds with the foul faced Syndic who had come to collect him? Surrounded by different friends than the ones he had now? On course for a successful military career? Certainly not here.

The Kivu were considered an obscure family by the majority of the rest of the Acendancy. As a Lesser Family, they had developed their own customs and traditions. They were more expressive than other Families, they valued art, each Kivu having their own favored medium. They grew up dancing and singing, it was uncommon for a Kivu not to be proficient in some instrument. They were an anomaly. A cultural hub in the midst of Rentor.

But what unsettled the other Families the most about the Kivu was their method for choosing their new Patriarch. While other Families elected their Patriarch democratically or the dying Patriarch chose their successor themselves, the Kivu title was passed down through blood. From Patriarch to their eldest child.

Vurawn had entered the military as a young male and had made it quite far for his time spent there and his Family name. Junior Captain. But he had other duties, and when news of his Patriarch's death reached him, he had to return to Rentor. He left his military career behind him.

And he found himself here. In a world where he was mentored by Thooraki himself, a brotherhood with a young Mitth, blossoming friendship with a sweet Syndic, a rivalry with a Prime. Ten ruling families instead of nine. A golden cape displaying his Family's symbol. And a title:

Patriarch Kivu'raw'nuru.

Thrawn would kiss Eli Vanto's hand.

When inviting him to dance, Thrawn would bow down deep and brush his lips against the back of Eli's hand, light and enticing, before pulling him into his arms.

While meeting as civilians, Thrawn would greet him in the way that gentlemen greet their ladies in some reaches of the galaxy, with a kiss to his hand and a utter of his given name.

While gazing out of the viewport on their warship, he would grasp his hand and raise it to his lips, while they stood side by side in silence.

Before a mission, while outfitted in black armor, a helmet underneath his arm, he would pull the human to where no prying eyes could see, and lift his gloved hand to his waiting lips as they stared into one another's eyes and whispered their promises.

In the heat of passion, Eli's hand coming to rest against his cheek, he would turn into it and press a kiss to his palm.

While they readied to leave the Admiral's cabin, he would press their bodies together cupping his face and connect their lips, hot and heavy distracting the man in front of him. Pressing him up against the wall, and biting down on his neck, listening to the strangled gasps that escaped him. He would pull away and lift his hand for a chaste kiss, a tease, before leaving the cabin and him a disgruntled mess.

Long after Eli Vanto has become Mitth'eli'vanto, he would raise his left hand to his lips and kiss the ring there on his fourth finger, a symbol not only of Eli's human culture but of Thrawn's love.

Thrawn would kiss Eli, his, hand.

FIRST DRAFT

OCC Thrawn, Thurfian redemption arc, random idea!

Coming Home

Snow drifted past them all, sticking to their shoes and hair. His nose stung with the prickle of cold, his shoulders ached, and his hands began to numb. But Eli did not notice as he looked up at the face of the former Grand Admiral who stood before him, his head bowed, hands clasped behind his back. His red eyes were closed as tears trickled down the planes of his face, and Thrawn was smiling. A feeling of relief settling in his bones.

A Chiss with a general air of distain and wariness moved forward, an embroidered cloak, a sun on each shoulder, secured with a golden tassel moved forward and into Thrawn's line of sight.

“Exile.”

His eyes lifted up, tears still flowing freely.

“Thurfian, Patriarch. You are the one who called for my exile. Rest assured that whatever lesson you wished to instill in me, I have learned tenfold. I wish only peace upon the Chiss. But I understand our ways.” He fell to his hands and knees. “But please, if you are to kill me, shoot me now, so that I may not know a single more day away from Her.” Thrawn's finger curled around the snow beneath his palms, as if to soak up as much of the cold of his mother world as he could.

Thurfian, the Chiss, took a step back. His red eyes widening by a fraction. His head tilted to the others, military and political leaders alike, before turning his eyes once again to the Chiss before him. His shoulders slumped.

“Mitth’raw’nuruodo …” he stopped, and took a breath, he squared his shoulders, “My brother, you will not die today.” Thurfian unclipped the cloak from his shoulders and…and placed it on Thrawn’s.

“Welcome home, Mitth’raw’nuruodo. Welcome back to Csilla.”

"This youngling can not satisfy you like a real Mitth can. Come here girl." He orders with open arms and a smirk, too happy to backstab his nemesis.

The real delicacy is that you come on your own volition, seeking the warmth of a real experienced man.

"Yes, sir..." You flush purple, shyly coming into his arms. You feel them snake their way to your chin, he tilts your head forcing you to look at him.

"What happens behind those doors, stay behind those doors." He intimates you...

Please do write something, I would read it with great pleasure ! ❤️

There's not an emoji for my face right now, it's a mixture of: ☺🤭😶😏😳😮😟😖 and high pitched screaming.

A "real experienced man" indeed. I would love to see Thrawn's reaction to being called a youngling. Insulted, acknowledge his youth, he's more...energetic than his elder.

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