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🔥🌀 Grand Admiral Thrawn.. 🌀🔥

"I want you to know failure, utter defeat, and that it is I who delivers it crashing down upon you."

commissioned to draw their favourite blue husband by boss @/komadoesart on instagram !! :3

close ups + vers w less smoke below the cut!!

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holding hands (TOTALLY platonic)

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sooo those imperial dress uniforms ,,,,,,????? hello?????

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A meeting.

Colored version of yesterday’s sketch. Jacen Syndulla is going home from this with a fresh set of crayons and very good advice on how to beat Uncle Zeb at dejarik. Hera will ground him for a year.

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He is so confused

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School was insane these past few weeks but I'm finally on break :] granted I still have a bunch of homework but it's all doable. Here are some Eli Vanto sketches I liked <3 I've been doodling him a lot in between assignments

Oh and I'm 99% sure the artist for the original base in the second pic is mellon_soup :)

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happy valentine's day? 💗💗💗

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value practice with everyone's most beloved space math cowboy

(whenever i want to practice painting human skin i'm like "i'll just draw eli vanto". sorry but no other humans exist.)

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Eli Vanto (Thrawn, Timothy Zahn)

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thranto shorts 01

count: 1331

tone: light, humour

dynamic: thrawn/eli (thranto)

synopsis: after a meeting, eli accidentally leaves his ledger out; thrawn notices one of the commander's doodles and decides to ask him about it.

12+ (language, light innuendo)

Yet another day, yet another meeting with yet another smug, inept bastard of an imperial ‘professional’. Any questions, he’d asked at the end, and Eli could think of one: where they hell do they find these people?

There was nothing ‘professional’ about him whatsoever — and Eli had spent the past ten minutes proving as much in an impassioned rant.

While deciding which aspect of the man’s krayt spit to next criticise, a contemplative voice cut clean into his rage: “You never said that you draw, Commander.”

Eli felt his stomach drop. He turned to the Admiral and stiffened at the sight of him head-buried in a ledger. His ledger.

Suffering the likes of that damn bureaucrat had left Eli so annoyed — so totally riled up — that he’d made a mistake he’d sworn never to make.

He’d left the book out and open.

And the Admiral had taken a curiosity in it.

“I don’t draw,” Eli said defensively, voice so terse it could break, “I just… doodle, sometimes — when I take notes. Helps me focus, sir.”

“Mm…” The Admiral hummed in a way entirely unnerving to Eli. He was too closely focused on whatever he was looking at — and Eli dreaded to think what that might be.

“These lines, Commander,” and he flipped the ledger for his aide to see, pointing at a small caricature of himself in the corner of a page, “they are harsh, jagged; deeply-impressed into the paper. Indicative, perhaps, of resentment.”

Eli reddened at record-speed.

There were certainly worse pages for the Admiral to have happened upon, and Eli sent up a silent prayer of thanks that he hadn’t. Instead, he’d kept it open to the page it was already on. But now, the Chiss was presenting his usual brand of intrusive analysis — one which Eli found far more tolerable when applied anywhere but him.

Thrawn wandered over, taking a place beside his aide. He held the ledger out between them as he traced a hovering finger between details.

“However, I do not appear to be the figurehead of this resentment.” Maybe not, but he was starting to be. “Though the tilted, half-moon shape you have used for my eyes suggests outright anger, you have given me a sword — thus indicating… righteous anger.”

He looked to his aide now, and delivered his conclusion: “Commander, you seem to have projected your own fury at Admiral Karallo onto me.”

“Great, sir; saves me a trip to the shrink.” Eli grumbled. “Can I have it back now?”

“But I’m not finished.” Thrawn’s eyes widened with a strangely intense curiosity. Like he was just getting to the good part.

“By making me the hero of your doodle,” he went on, “you afford me a romantic quality — in both senses of the word. Indeed, the careful attention paid to the curvature of my lips almost suggests something… sensual. Perhaps, then, it is neither just resentment nor anger, but frustration.”

“Wonderful insight, sir.” Eli said dryly, sliding a hand under his ledger and preparing to take it back. He couldn’t see exactly where this train of thought was headed, but disliked it all the same.

Red eyes burning straight into his own, Thrawn asked with all the tact of a train through a town square: “Are you sexually frustrated, Commander?”

“Sir!” Eli exclaimed in what was almost a yell — and snatched the book away, slamming it shut with the force of a starship to an asteroid. “That's that's enough of that. And next time, I would appreciate it if you didn’t go through my things.

For a moment, Thrawn simply stared at him. The very blankness of his face was itself an expression of surprise.

“Understandable, Commander.” The Chiss’ words came slow as he bowed his head apologetically. “However, the book was left open.”

“Alright, alright.” Eli huffed. Sexually frustrated — oh sweet stars above, he wasn’t living that one down. That would haunt his mind for the rest of the day, probably through the night, and possibly even the rest of the week.

Through gritted teeth, he spoke: “Look. Truth is, I don’t think too much about whatever I’m doodlin’ — and I suggest, sir, that you don’t either.”

“Very well, Commander.” An uneasy pause; there was something else. A look of deliberation in the Admiral’s red haze. “Might I keep it?”

“What?”

“If you can bear to part with it,” Thrawn elaborated, “I would like to keep the ‘doodle’ as a… memento. I have never been drawn before, Commander.”

“Aw krayt spit!” Eli rolled his eyes. “Sure you have.”

The Chiss’ gaze narrowed upon him, scalding with new intensity. What silence passed between them was the kind, and long enough, to make you think you’ve made a mistake. It was too late by the time Eli realised his.

“So then, you have other doodles of me, Commander?”

“Now hold up there,” nervous laughter half-scattered Eli’s words, “where’d you get that idea?”

“The certainty of your claim implies that you know, for a fact, I have been drawn before.” Thrawn paused to collect his argument. “Perhaps the Chimaera’s officers make it a common occurrence, to draw their Admiral. Or, perhaps you have made other drawings.”

Well, he had him on that count. All he needed to do was give a flick through the ledger — and Eli found himself thankful for Thrawn’s obsessive analysis. At least that had stopped him from looking elsewhere until he'd finished a thorough examination.

“Could I propose a deal, sir?”

“Go on.”

“If I give you this damn doodle,” he brushed the ledger as if it were dirty — and today, it certainly felt like it was; “will you quit askin’ about it?”

The deepest look of consideration then hung heavy on those blue ridges. Thrawn contemplated his decision with the weight of war.

Eventually, he relented: “For today.”

“Nope. Any day. Forever.”

“No deal, Commander,” Thrawn shook his head gently, “I am afraid we will both have to compromise. One week.”

“A year!” Eli shot back, incredulous.

With the twitch of a brow, Thrawn suggested: “Two weeks.”

Eli gave out an exasperated sigh. Losing his resolve, he countered: “Half a year?”

“One month it is, then.” Thrawn said, a thin smirk upon his lips. Those fucking lips – they were the real villain here. They were what had tripped Eli up — the attention paid to the curvature of this and that…

He tore his eyes away from them and instead considered the ledger in his hands. Then, he thought to the drawing inside.

Hell, he’d be glad to get rid of the thing, if these were the kinds of problems it caused. He opened the book to its latest entry and, without too much care, tore out the doodle from the page.

“Deal, sir?”

Holding out his hand, Thrawn nodded: “One month, no questions. Deal, Commander Vanto.”

With that, Eli pressed the scrap into Thrawn’s cool palm. A weight lifted as he did, and that was that. For at least a month, he could pretend the whole thing hadn’t happened. After that, he’d have to start worrying.

Burning the book seemed like an increasingly good option.

They set off for the bridge side by side then. Not a word was spoken or exchanged as they twisted through corridors and corridors. The Admiral had eyes only for the drawing, which he pored over every step of the way.

Only once reaching the turbolift did Thrawn finally pocket the thing, careful not to crease it, like something precious.

“You know, Commander,” and he must’ve known he was pushing it now, the way just a hint of something smug peppered his words, “it is unusual you decided to draw only my head and hands. The face is important for expression. One hand, perhaps, for the sword. But to give both such detail, down to tendons and veins… Is there something about my hands you find especially–”

“Oh no you don’t,” Eli cut in, “not till next month, sir.”

And hopefully not then, either.

is there any reason why eli would take notes by hand? not really. however, I can make the sillies do what I want, and what I wanted was a silly confrontation about doodling.

I'm considering posting some of my more relaxed, lower-effort, shorter pieces (>1500) on tumblr instead of ao3. this was my test run, so thanks for reading (if anyone has?) and I hope you enjoyed.

feel free to check me out on ao3 :)

thrantover & out

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✨ HAPPY NEW 2025 YEAR IN A GALAXY FAR, FAR AWAY ✨

Eli and Karyn are having a fun New Year's Eve on Chimaera, while "their" admiral can't wait to sneak out of the ball at the Imperial Palace.

Inspired by the Balmain cocktail dress, 1955

🎶 Music: Frank Sinatra - The World We Knew [Over And Over] 🎶

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I fell into this trap early on too 😭 but reblogging cause I wanted to share this thought on here too!!

One of my closest friends with Hungarian roots told me that "csillag" (pronounced chee-lug) meant "star" in Hungarian :) so "chee-la" stuck with me ever since! Every time I think of Csilla, I think of a little star out in the Unknown Regions <3

In Timothy Zahn's words, the Chiss Ascendancy "...is a center of power, a model of stability, and a beacon of integrity. It is light and culture and glory." Since Csilla represents the core of the ascendancy, this only adds on to the star imagery!

It was probably just a coincidence that he named it that way, but it was a nice thought that this post reminded me of, so I wanted to share 🫶

what do you MEAN csilla is pronounced “chee-la”