I Have 4 WiPs And I'm Forcing Myself Not To Listen To Music And Hallucinate Because I Know It Can Get

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.

I have so many things to say about Thrawn and Gideon and culture and art and appreciation and imperialism and appropriation and so much else but I’ll leave it at this tonight because my tumble is fucky and I don’t know how to phrase it at four am.

They are setting up Gideon to be inherently weaker then Thrawn because Thrawn engages with the cultures he uses to destroy his enemies and Gideon simply takes what looks useful to him. This is really interesting and I can’t wait to see how it plays out (Gideon gets fucking schooled)

"Tiny."

Now, and then.

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Mossy don't stop drawing them in modern clothing

wtf mossy stop drawing them in modern clothing and start drawing them in their proper attire

i’m laughing at how excited i am for a two second shot of the back of someone’s head

Suddenly remembered that Thrawn went from cadet to Grand Admiral in 12 years in a alien hating society. Icon.

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.

Story idea:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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