Everyone: "What If Megatron And Optimus Prime Were Bitter Exes! Haha Haha Hahaha"

Imagine showing Thrawn a piece of your culture or religion, and having him sit down buzzing and eager as you explain its significance.

Live action Thrawn got me kicking my feet, giggling, and twirling my hair wtf

Thank you for indulging me in my horny brainrots !

He's not keen on cunni but he's a killer at fingering ! Boy oh boy those hands do wonders, and he takes great pride at making you cum only with his fingers, especially when he's youger. 😩 He would look you in the eyes and licks his fingers clean with a smirk.

Thrawn is the opposite, he's the cunni boy of our hearts❤️

I welcome all Thurfian thots and headcannons, I am now hooked. Seriously need those fics now.

Yeah, I can see that. His fingers are so long and slender. And you look so good laid in front of him, how could he resist?

But on that note, he is all for you servicing him.

The Copper Wire and the Stars

After following your heart you run into a certain Senior Captain.

Can be read as platonic or romantic, g/n reader, no warnings.

The halls of the Chiss cruiser were emense. Constructed of rings and circuits that intertwined and overlapped with one another, creating intricate patterns that all led to the center of the ship in a spiral. The halls curved along with it, large enough for five grown chiss to stand side-by-side and walk comfortably down, every door was the exact same rectangular shape with slightly curved edges, every once in a while a uniformed chiss would exit from one of the durasteel doors with an automated hiss. It was nearly impossible to tell them apart, impossible to nagivate the large ship except by the markings along the edges of the walls that were all in Chenuh. You had no sense of direction as you wondered the halls, unable to tell up from down, left from right, if you were sideways or pointed straight up. And no matter how good your internal compass was onland, here you could not pin point true north no matter how hard you tried, or the gravity well as it would be here.

As you walked along the halls, your eyes wondered, taking in every crevice of the large vessel. They drifted along the walls, and the floors, studying every passing robotic and chiss alike. As well as the few other humans who crossed your path, each appearing just as wonderstruck as you felt. Allowing a hand to carefully trace along the wall, your large eyes swept upwards to the bundles of wires that traversed the ceilings. Though you were certain they were not meant to be elegant, merely for functionality, making sure that various functions of the ship were properly supplied. You found a beauty in the coppery strands, as they twisted and turned along the height of the ceiling, you could only think of them as art. Keeping your eyes on the wires, you found one that you felt most drawn to and followed it. With no where to be and no idea where you were, you chased after the copper path. As it twisted and turned, joining with larger strands and splitting back apart into its own being, you followed it down hallways small and large, through automatic doors and passed many other beings. It seemed as if the strand would continue forever, and you had no problem wiht that, settling with yourself that you would follow it forever until you found the end. As your soft boots padded against the floors, a slight skip came to your step, as if you were dancing along to the music of a piano or some other instrument. Your feet felt like they barley touched the ground, and your pace quickened. On the verge of runnning, running after the copper thread. That is when it came to an end.

Looking up still as you came to a sudden halt, the wire twisted in on itself and shot straight up. Possibly into the inner workings of the ship, or onto the upper level. You did not know. A breathless laugh escaped your lips as you stood, alone in the wide open hallway. Looking around, you found yourself completely alone, not another soul in sight. With a hum, you looked to the wire above you and waved goodbye to it, before setting off to find your starting point and your room again. As you turned a small viewport caught your eye. Barely two feet long and half of that high, the window showed still space outside. Freestanding stars, glittering red, white, yellow, blue, and green. They twinkled in and out of existence just as they did on your own world, the black void of space magnifying their brilliance. You stood there for a long while, a few minutes, a few hours, what did it matter. You studied every speck that you could see, counting the coloured ones, and smiling whenever you saw one move. You studied one cluster that you were almost certain made a constellation that you were familiar with from your planet, when the skies exploded in streams of streaking colours. The stars blurred together, becoming bright white lines that painted the inside of the cruiser with light, as it entered hyperspace. It burned your eyes for a moment, the light, but captivated as you were you could not bring yourself to look away. As a spacefaring species, the Chiss did not bother with protective shielding along the edges of the viewports, they had evolved for the lights to not bother them. As a member of a younger species in the asspect of spacetravel, you simply had to remember to not gaze for too long.

Tearing your eyes from the viewport, they landed once again on the coppery wire that led you here. Peaking around the corners of the hall, you made sure that there was no one coming near you, as your eyes locked on one segment of the line. A burbling laugh slipped from your lips and you spun yourself around.

Keeping your movements small and tight, you brought your arms to clasp at your heart. Your laughs echoing through your ears, the copper plating on the ceiling all blurred into one solid sheet with artificial swirls working their way through them. You continued to twist around, the fabric of your clothes flowing with you in what little ways they could, letting your arms free to spin beside you as enjoyed the pure bliss of this. You spotted a glimpse of blue from the corner of your eye and came to an abrupt stop, stumbling to the side, as a chiss came from around the corner. His blueish-black hair was slicked back in proper military fashion, his hands clasped behind his back, his long strides that had been carrying him in her direction came to a stop. His uniform, a dark grey, was perfectly pressed, lines of burgundy ran through the seams. On one shoulder he proudly displayed the symbol of the Ascendancy, on the other a blazing sun. It was the commander of this vessel. You had met him more than once, specifically when you had first arrived on the vessel. He had welcomed you and your kin, and exchanged names. His was Mitth’raw’nuruodo.

His studious face, with his strong cheekbones and sharp jawline, took in your state. Standing to the side of the hall, chest rising and falling a bit too quickly, cheeks flushed, and eyes wide, still in perfect view of the starry night outside. A singular eyebrow quirked upwards, perhaps amusement twinkled in his eyes, he took a breath as he prepared to speak.

“Ms. (y/n),” his cool voice enveloped you, steady as he was with just a hint of youth.

“Captain Thrawn,” you returned his greeting, your head inclining in his direction as his did the same. He smiled, it barely noticeable, a ghost of one. And continued forward, striding down the hall. As he passed you, the scent of evergreens and crisp winter days drifted with him. Bringing with it the memories of frolickling in the snow, making angels and snowmen, trying to climb trees with branches too close together. Breaking branches and watching the sap run across your fingers. The cold causing your nose and cheeks to turn different shades of pink, the cold slush of the melting snow underneath your boots. The warmth of a drink when you returned in, the smell of gingerbread in the oven. A deep breath in, as you tried to steady your pounding heart. At the noise the chiss came to a stop, and turned to gaze at you. His gaze pierced through any armor you may have had, slicing all of your protections, and reading your soul.

“You’re unsteady,” it was true, with every shift you made the room began to spin again. “Do you require assistance?” he cocked his head to the side, expectant of your answer.

“I...” you swallowed, “I could use some help getting back to my room.” he smiled that small smile again, it was barely the edge of his lip pulling up. He crossed over to you in one long stride, and held his hand out for you. With one last breath, you reached over and gripped onto his outstreached hand. It was gloved, and the leather fabric tightened and pulled as he gently nudged you foward. He turned you to be beside him, fastening your arm in the crook of his. Holding tight as you began your walk back down the long halls.

You traverrsed them in silence for a few moments, your eyes again beginning to wander about the ship, eyes alight with fascination. You had once again began to follow the copper coil back to where you had been, when his voice startled you back to reality.

“If I may ask, what were you doing?” For a moment you wondered if he had seen you spinning, but more likely he was asking how you had gotten lost.

“I...” your cheeks reddened, “I wanted to explore the ship. My people have nothing like this.”

“Do they not?” his head quirked to the side, keen interest in his eyes, though you knew that he was aware that his people were far more advanced than yours were. You were a first generation. The first generation of your people to be contacted by aliens.

“No. I spent my entire life believing that the furthest anyone could reach was another planet in our solar system. In a single chambered capsle. Unreachable for someone like me. But now,” your eyes sparkled, “there are unlimited possibilities.”

He hummed, his head remaining straight, “The possibilties are endless. Even I am at times struck with the magnificance of the universe.” You blinked, yes it was magnificent. A whole new world opened to you with its discovery.

“It’s a piece of art. A massive painting, each new story a single brushstroke. It’s beautiful.” He came to a stop, just by the side of another viewport. Looking out at the sea of stars, you could see the lives of millions of beings, their dreams written in the stars, their aspirations, and goals. Their failures and doubts. You wondered if someone looked out at them and wondered about you. You couldn’t help but glance at the red eyes that refelcted back at you through the glass. That looked into your own.

Moving away, you began to walk down the path again. You became aware of the movement of other beings up ahead. Glancing at the blue skinned chiss beside you, you decided to slip your arm from his. Your heart screamed at you as the last bit of contact slipped away, and you chastised its yearning. He was an alien, a military man, you didn’t know him, he didn’t know you, he had no interest in you. You straightened, and found that you were no longer dizzy.

“Thank you for your help, Captain. I believe I can find my way from here.” With a nod, you turned to walk away, and a hand came to rest on your forearm.

“Please,” his eyes peered into yours, the shinning red intense as he studied you, “you still seem unsteady from your” his lips definitely moved upwards that time, “twirling.” A faint rosy hue took over your cheeks and a nervous laugh started.

“Allow me to accompany you the rest of the way,” he once again held out his hand. You began to smile.

“I'll allow it,” this time his smile is prominant, “Thank you.”

“It is my pleasure,” once again he links his arm with yours and moves through the crowds of the cuiser, safely depositing you at your cabin door, a nod as a farewell. The copper wire still high above you, and the stars streaking past.

"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.

I promise I'm not a Thurfian apologist. It's just that he's an interesting, dynamic character and I desperately want Thrawn to be accepted by his people.

Story idea:

The daughter of Thrawn and a human is in a Victorian-esque love triangle with Thrufian's two sons.

Ok I want to say something controversial

But you are responsible for your own safe spaces. You can block tags, block words, block people.

“But i thought fandom was supposed to be a safe space” —yeah you have to curate it.

Unfortunately one persons’s safe space may be another persons’ trigger. That’s ok. Simply block them, block the tag, block the word etc. They can do the same for you.

Maybe I’m just out of touch, but I’ve been around since the days of “don’t like, don’t read” and that’s a good philosophy. If it squicks you, scroll past. If it causes you anxiety or upset, block! Plenty of people are responsive if you ask them to tag an upsetting trigger. And if they’re dicks about it, block em.

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

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

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

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

Awaken

Breakfast

Patriarch stuff

10 minutes dedicated to Thrawn hate

Lunch

Gossip with Zistalmu

Patriarch stuff

Deal with CEDF drama

Supper

10 more minutes dedicated to Thrawn hate

Leisure reading

Sleep

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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