Reverse Robins AU!

...yes...😔...no...

sigh

Padawans

He want to receive and give praises ! I think he rarely heard "Thank you" or "Good job" when he was a syndic (more now that he is patriarch) so it works well on him. And at the opposite nobody's doing enough of a good job for his taste, so when you're being his good girl he will tell you 😩

You're making me scream Anon. Taking from the "nobody's doing enough of a good job," this man absolutely anger fucks. Like bad day at work? Prepare to be pounded.

And he's silent when he's angry, he doesn't start yelling, he just clenches his jaw and gestures to the bed.

When I tell you I started SCREAMING!!!

I started hearing whispers, about Thrawn's return. As HEIR TO THE EMPIRE.

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."

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.

Lmfao, I don't know if the fandom would be ready for Thurfian x reader fics 😂

😂 We would be disgusted with ourselves for enjoying them.

Obsessed with Neil Gaiman's new Tumblr bio

Somewhere slightly offscreen thrawn is lacing his hands together in annoyance at Gideon's plan, with his internal monologue going like

So he made his base on Mandalore for no real tactical advantage besides apparently aggravating the Mandalorians further- while Beskar is a useful resource it is not worth risky planetary travel, difficulty in communication, hostile megafauna, and barren land- and then he used the Beskar to armor his personal guard of stormtroopers and himself- not the Praetorian Guards we've so generously gifted- in full suits of armor designed closely enough to Mandalorian tradition to further offend- the rest apparently being inspired by Lord Vader, may his soul rest, and then. He asked for the darksaber. The symbolic weapon of leadership, further tactically useless other than even more offense.. giving the Mandalorians, historically scattered and infighting, a common enemy to rally against...

...because of a personal vendetta against their people...

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

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