#csilla core

[vibratingskull]

Dad!Thrawn is cool, of course, but what about dad!Thurfian?

Thurfian as a dad eh? I love that idea 😏😏😏

Delicious art by @thrawns-backrest

Thurfian x F!reader

Tags : nsfw implied, angsty/comfort, fluff, Thurfian is... complicated but he tries his best ❤️

You sigh of contentment, sipping your expensive tea from your ivory cup. The fake sun of Csilla’s underground shines through the window as you read in your large armchair, your delicious drink fuming next to you. 

Your gaze lays on your bumpy tummy where your baby is comfortably growing, cozy, and safe in your core. You cannot help but smile at the view... 

A third child... 

After many failed attempts, long, long years of torturous hope, expensive hormonal treatments, and a corrective and enhancing surgery to favor hybrid procreation you are now the proud mother of two children with the little third on their way! 

You caress your tummy dreamily, laying your hand holding your book on the armchair, not repressing the grin of satisfaction stretching your lips. 

You would not have bet that Chiss and humans were compatible and could procreate together. 

But, 

Thurfian was eager to discover it.  

Taking you in bed during long, long sleepless nights until your brain was fried with pleasure and you could not do anything else than to receive his creamy seed deep inside your womb, your little tummy swelling under the quantity he gave you each night. 

Patriarch Mitth’urf’anico is your elder of several decades, a haughty Chiss and powerful Blood Mitth. 

Puissant 

Respected 

Feared 

 When you first met him you would have never guessed he would marry you one day, you, a mere lost alien. And judging by the cold sharp glare of disdain and disgust he gave you during that first encounter, he neither. 

Sitting on his throne, looking down at you as the Mitth Syndic made the presentations, you could feel the judgment and revulsion of his fiery gaze blazing your human skin like he tried to disintegrate you out of existence. 

You thought he was handsome, respectable and irrevocably 

Terrifying! 

He held your entire life in his hand since Senior Captain Thrawn brought you to the Ascendancy after discovering you passed out by gaz intoxication in your drifting, destroyed ship. 

He was far from satisfied to have to manage the new alien, he wanted to send you back where you came from, but as the only human representant in the Ascendancy for millennia, the Syndicure and the UAG wanted to study you under every angle before eventually sending you back. 

After several months in the UAG playing lab mouse, they wanted to know how you acted and adapted to a polite and civilized society. So Thurfian reluctantly accepted you, unwillingly named you an honorary Merit Adoptive, and put you as an aide to the Mitth Patriel of Csilla. 

None of this decision came from him. The other Patriarchs, eager to study the new alien in a controlled but vast enclosure forced his hand on the matter.  

You felt his breath on the back of your neck every moment of the day. But you took great care not to make any mistakes in your work, to reach a high level in common Cheuhn and Classic Cheuhn as soon as possible, adopting Chiss fashion, mastering the habits and customs of the species, etc... 

Thurfian was seething, realizing that he had no ammunition to fire against you to kick you out of the family and the Ascendancy as a whole. You saw his nostril flare each time you brought him files you compiled to perfection and he found no typo or error to throw at your face. 

He was forced to recognize the alien was doing a good job. 

A job way to good for his taste. 

And you felt no qualm in smiling smugly at his face, knowing perfectly that his next words would be “An average work.” translatable to “You do such a good job, I am beyond enraged I cannot corner you and kick out that cocky attitude out of you!” 

But you know... In classical Thurfian fashion. 

And you would gladly take any praise on your work, so you politely bowed to him with your smug grin, “Thank you, Patriarch, your words honor me and my efforts.”  

He scoffed with an annoyed expression and ordered you out of his office haughtily. This stupid game lasted two full years, you would feel his heavy gaze on you at every waking moment of the day praying for your downfall and his release.  

The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Syndic Prime Irizi’stalmu’stro even came to meet you, passably worried for your well-being as their precious little lab rat, and asked if Thurfian tried anything against you. 

You just laughed.  

Thurfian was in the end too prideful to let the lab rat escape his grip even if he didn’t want you here. It was his honor and duty to keep an eye on you for their experiments. Was it suffocating to feel his murderous aura emanating from him when you crossed paths? Yes. Did you know he actually would never lay a hand on you and hurt you in any real way, emotionally, physically, mentally, or socially? Also yes. 

One night, around 2:30 am, while a party at the Mitth Manor was raging, you were on duty compiling files and treating demands made to the eighth and you entered Thurfian’s office to leave him urgent and precious documents on his desk for him to find the first hour of the day. The office was plunged into pitch darkness, the muffled sound of music resonating like a cloud of cotton. 

Except for two piercing shiny red eyes in the middle of the room. 

You felt around to find the switch, illuminating Thurfian sitting in his comfy desk chair, a glass of alcohol in his hand, visibly drunk and pissed off. 

“What are you doing here...?” He asked, his deep voice lascive and charged with negative emotions. 

He didn’t look at you, didn’t even flinch or wince when the light turned on, he remained perfectly still his gaze fixed on the void in front of him, like you were just air. 

You sniffed. He may remain set back while sober, but you have no clue how Thurfian, or any Chiss for that matter, conducts himself under alcohol’s influence. 

“I brought you the important dossiers for this morning.” You explain, gesturing to the heavy pile in your hands. 

This time he turned his head toward you, extending his hand to you like he was doing you a huge favor.  

“Give them to me.” 

You were about to walk to the desk to give them to him, but you hesitated and slightly pressed them against your chest, pressing your lips in a thin line. 

“Maybe... You should wait until morning to look them up, Patriarch?” You tried. 

He scoffed. 

“And what authority do you have to tell me what to do?” He intimated you to come closer, loosing his already thin patience. 

“It’s just... You are drunk. Would it not be better if you rested? At least a little bit?” You explained in a polite, but considerate tone. 

He considered you, before letting a mocking snigger escape his lip. 

“Do not play the concerned heart with me, alien. I care not for your sympathy.” 

You felt ire raising in your veins at his words. 

“I have a name, Patriarch!” 

“I only remember those of valuable people.” 

You felt like your eyes were about to burst out of your orbits. He was always cold and full of disdain but never outright demeaning and so... Disrespectful! You gripped a file out of that pile of heavy dossiers and threw it at his face. 

“How dare you?!” He demanded after jumping on his feet to evade. 

“How dare YOU?!” You answered, out of yourself, “I break my back every day for your family! For your Ascendancy! And you don’t even bother to remember my name!?” 

“Lower your voice and head when you address me, alien!” 

“No! Fuck you, you pompous prick! You do not deserve my labor nor my respect!” you threw another file. 

He protected himself with his arm, all the important sheets of flimsy disorganized at your feet. 

“You owe me respect, Alien!” His red eyes were shooting bullets, his handsome face distorted in anger and... frustration.  

“Come force it out of me, you coward!” 

He skirted his desk, walking straight toward you with raw hate in his eyes as you threw the rest of the files at him. You gulped, but you were ready to give back every slap and hit he would give! He forcefully grabbed your shoulders, digging his nails into the fabric of your dress, and slashing your skin. He pushed you against his large bookcase, trapping you. 

You looked at each other in silence, safe for your respective short breathes, disgust and madness on both of your faces. 

“You walk a terribly dangerous line, Human... Do.not.push.me to my limits.” 

You bared your teeth to the Patriarch. 

“I do not fear you, Chiss.” 

You saw his eyes rounding up, fire burning dangerously, you thought he would spontaneously combust on the spot or outright slap your face. 

But he grabbed a fistful of your hair and crashed his lips on yours.  

You remained stunned, taken by absolute surprise as he was devouring your mouth as no one ever did before. 

He parted from you violently, taking a step back as horror and disbelief flourished on his face. You looked into each other’s eyes, beyond shocked, both of your hearts drumming in a frenzy. 

Then 

Pushed by a force you knew nothing about you both grabbed each other clothes, arms, hair, and bodies. You messed his carefully braided mane up to force his lips back on yours, which he obliged eagerly like he was trying to eat you alive.  

His hands started to hastily tear your dress apart to gain access to your skin, and you opened his robes hurriedly to discover his mighty chiss body contracting under the shocks of lust coursing his muscles. In your haste, you both lost your balance and fell to the ground, Thurfian on top of you, and he took the opportunity to dig his fangs in the tender flesh of your shoulder, making you both roll on the ground in a belluine, sensual waltz.  

Both of your garments ended up in pieces of fabrics, scattered all around the room. 

Did he take you on the ground or the sofa? Or maybe it was on his desk... 

Or maybe the three. You cannot remember. 

The only thing you remember from that night is him repeating endlessly that he hated you, he hated you so much, like he never hated before, while giving you the most powerful hip thrusts you ever received in your entire life. 

It was primal 

Animalistic 

Bestial 

And just so liberating... 

You woke up sore and disoriented, in a bed you never saw. You blinked, trying to sit to assess your surroundings, only for a powerful arm to circle your chest and pull you back on the mattress immediately. You crashed on the pillows with an ‘oof’. 

“Where do you think you are going, (Y/n)? You stay here.” Thurfian’s grumpy tone ordered as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, hugging you tight. 

That night changed the entire trajectory of your relationship forever. Thurfian started to call you to him often, stolling kisses in dark corridors of the manor and unspeakable moments in closets, his speech changing slowly from “I hate you” to “I cannot stop thinking about you.”, his head resting on your heart as he fell asleep in your embrace. He took you on dates, in public, or in the intimacy of the Mitth’s private island depending on his mood. 

To say the Ascendancy was not happy about your union is the understatement of the century and you were afraid Thurfian would ultimately turn his back on you. 

But he stood his ground, stepping his foot down. 

And for the first time, you saw his cold, full of disdain gaze directed at his dear fellow chiss. He gave his confreres patriarchs the most politically correct “fuck you” you ever heard and walked out the trial room he was brought in, his hand holding yours, fingers intertwined. 

And now, you are awaiting your third little one.  

You take another sip of your tea with glee, savoring your maternity leave, holding your bump tenderly. 

It is so quiet today. So peaceful, so... silent and appeasing. 

Wait 

Silent? 

You turn your head to the side where your firstborn was supposed to play next to you to discover his toys scattered on the floor with him missing. You did not notice him exiting the room! 

Where is he ? 

You raise your heavily pregnant form from the armchair to find your son. You ask several domestic if they saw him to no avail. 

When you approach Thurfian’s office you start to worry a bit, that would not be the first time... 

You enter the large waiting room to see your five-year-old knocking repeatedly on the double door of the Meeting room where Thurfian is currently receiving several magnates to ensure fruitful deals for the Mitths. 

You hurry to your son and kneel next to him, stopping the knocking. 

“Thacanz! What are you doing here, sweety ?" You ask as low as you can. 

Thacan doesn’t pick up on your cues and keeps knocking, turning his red gaze to you. 

“I want to play with Father!” He explains, way too loud. “He promised to play with me for my birthday!” 

“But it is tomorrow, sweetheart.” You smile softly, trying to get him to stop, but instead, he doubles down. 

You grip his hand to make him stop with a soft shushing sound, but it is too late. 

The double doors swing open suddenly and Thurfian appears looking down at you both. He is visibly displeased, his eyes blazing dangerous flames at you both. 

He considers his son with his lips pressed in a thin line, before turning his gaze to you. 

“I remember expressing the order to not be disturbed for any reason.” He coldly announces. 

You stand up on your feet, taking your firstborn in your arms, sorry spelled in your human eyes. 

“I am sorry, Ch’acah.” You try to mediate the situation with diplomacy, “ He escaped my surveillance. He just wants to play with you a little.” 

Thacanz spins his bust towards his father and extends his hands toward him like he is ready to jump from your arms into his. 

Thurfian makes no move to take him in his embrace. 

“I have no time for games. I have the Ascendancy and a family to run.” 

“I know, Visot, I know. I just-” 

“Father!” Thacanz exclaims, getting impatient as his father did not take him in his arms yet. “I missed you! Play with me!” 

Thurfian gaze slides to his son. No softness can be found. He is only displeased and annoyed by the situation. He had been planning this meeting for months now, working hard to secure highly profitable and important gas, pharmaceutical, and agricultural deals for the Mitths. Those magnates were courted by other families of the nine and the forty and Thurfian planned a whole seduction operation for those fortunes to invest in the eighth family. 

And right now you were fucking everything up. 

Thurfian raises his finger, pointing it at his son’s face, earning his attention. Thacanz laughs and tries to grab the blue finger like it is a toy. 

“Mitth’acan’zirse.” Thufian says, in a bloody cold tone making your son freeze in stupefaction. “I have other worries for the moment. I will not hear you again for the rest of the day, am I clear?” 

Thacanz stares at his father. Slowly, the realization that his dad was angry at him settles in and his little face melts in sadness, his red eyes getting wet as the tears threaten to spill at any second now. 

“Take him away. And this time I want my orders to be obeyed.” And Thurfian closes the doors back at you, locking you out and away from him. 

You sprint out of the area as Thacanz starts to cry at the top of his lungs, big tears rolling down his plump cheeks. You caress his back tenderly, kissing his cheeks to calm your baby down. 

To no avail. 

“Father!” He wails. 

“He is busy, my sweet. He cannot play with you for now. I can play with you if you want?” 

“Fatheeeeeeeeeer...!” 

You sigh. 

This is useless. 

Thacanz wants his father and no one else...  

Thurfian promised to take time off his incredibly busy schedule for the birthday of his son, but it is tomorrow. Today Thacanz may cry all he wants, but if his father decided to focus on politics, he would not see him for the whole day. 

You used to hate that, and sometimes you still hate it today. But it is the weight and sacrifice of the crown and power... You had time to read several biographies of relatives of different Patriarchs and they all tell the same tale. 

Solitude. 

Distanded relationship. 

Resentment to power... 

Sometimes reconciliation, sometimes estrangement. Some relatives found the strength to forgive the Patriarchs after years of feeling neglected, others decided to cut ties altogether. 

Such is the weight of the crown. 

You made the decision and vow to stand-by Thurfian’s side no matter what, and you will.  

But your son... 

Maybe he will look back at his childhood and decide that his father isn’t worth the agonizing hours of self-doubts inflicted by the solitude... 

You reenter the large bedroom, full of plushies and toys, painted in bright and bold colors. You remember that nursery in its early days, in mute beige and gray and simply practical. Thurfian almost had a heart attack when he discovered you, seven months pregnant, at the top of a stepladder to paint the room with flashy paint. 

He tried to talk you out of this, but your mind was set: this nursery will be colorful and bright or it will not be! 

Worried, he decided to join you to help, the more he does himself, the sooner you will step down that stepladder. He forced all the domestics that walked past that room to help until you were satisfied and aggreed to step down. 

And now the nursery is resplendent! Way more suitable for the impressionable minds of your children. 

You sit down with some difficulties to cradle your son in the middle of his army of playthings, humming him a soft tune as big tears roll down his blue cheeks... 

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“... And then, the young man took the Csilla bear’s skin off his shoulders, letting appear a magnificent and rich robe worthy of a Prince.” You say, turning the page. 

You lay in your armchair with Thewaze, your daughter of one year, in your arms suckling you, and Thacanz on your knees listening to the picture book. It is quite late now. The crying session delayed Thacanz’s nap and now he is still well awake and you desperately try to tire him up to put him to bed. 

00:00 is no time for a young child to go to bed! But here you are! 

“The king is most impressed, both by the young man’s presentation and his hunter skills, having killed the Csilla bear that cursed the princess, his daughter. He-” You are cut in your retelling by the door opening up, letting appear Thurfian. 

You and Thacanz both turn your heads to the Patriarch who despite being surely exhausted and fed up, still appears so haughty and ready to continue late into the night if duties ever call for him. 

For now, duties set him free, but you know that if an emergency appears he will have to go back no matter the hour or the exhaustion... 

“Good evening.” He announces lowly, mindful of your baby’s sensitive hearing, walking inside the bedroom. 

Thacanz evidently shudders in excitement to finally see his father with softer dispositions but represses himself from running into his father’s legs to hug him. Thurfian smiles tiredly and puts a knee down, opening his arms wide open. 

“Come to me, Thacanz.” He invites. 

Thacanz jumps off your lap and throws himself in his father’s embrace, Thurfian closes his arms around his son and hugs him tight, raising back up with him in his arms as he kisses his cheek softly. 

“Hello, my son. Why aren’t you in bed yet?” 

“I wanted to see youuuuuuuuu...” Thacanz complains, circling Thurfian’s neck with his little arms to press himself against his father. 

“Little mister is not tired yet, so I am reading a story for everyone.” You explain, pressing your baby against your chest as she drinks your milk. 

“Really?” Thurfian demands with a lopsided grin at your firstborn, pinching his cheek gently, “Do you mind if I invite myself, Ch’acah?” He asks, sitting down in the armchair next to yours, Thacanz on his lap. “May I see which tales we are listening to tonight?” 

You hand him the picture book that he observes with fondness. 

“I remember this tale...” He lets out softly. 

“I took it from your personal bookcase.” You smile, cradling your baby as she hiccups a bit. 

Thurfian adroitly reopens the book with one hand and resumes the tale himself, letting his deep and smooth voice take its full effect as he purrs each word with the practiced ease of the man who knows how to modulate his tessitura to manage effects and earn attention. 

You had the occasion to witness Thurfian passionate speeches or tight negotiations, using his voice to his full advantage but you never heard him use such a tone, such vocal modulations and notes. 

You try your best to remain awake but his voice is just sooooo... Smooth, his Chiss purr add to the fondness of the performance. You feel your head falling forward and your eyes closing themself despite your best efforts.  

As you shake yourself, your eyes fall on your husband and son, hugging tight as Thurfian finishes the tale. Thacanz eyes are closed shut, and his breath indicates that he is deeply asleep, Thurfian’s voice vanquishing his stubbornness to remain awake at last. 

“... And they lived happily, forever after.” Thurfian finishes on a last delectable note before kissing your son’s forehead, caressing his back, “Let’s put him to bed.” 

He stands up with your firstborn and lays him down on his bed, pulling the cover over his little body, pushing a strand of hair behind his ear. 

“I never knew you could use your voice like that...” You yawn deeply, feeling sleepy under his voice’s spell. 

Thurfian lightly chuckle. 

“Come on, Ch’acah. I can make you shake like a leaf with a single sentence, of course I can put a child to sleep easily.” 

You tut him. 

“You are full of yourself, Patriarch Thurfian.” 

Thurfian comes next to you to caress Thewaze bald little head, his large palm holding her small skull so easily. He lowers himself to nudge his nose against her round baby cheek, sighing with satisfaction. 

“My precious jewel...” He speaks lowly, as if they were words for her ears only. He takes a sniff at her and his smile grows larger." She smells so good... Why does she?” 

“I don’t know.” You chuckle, “But she does.” 

He kisses her forehead ridges deeply as his thumb caresses her head. 

“We should all go to bed, Ch’eo visot.” He announces solemnly. 

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You snarl sligthly. 

You can’t feel Thurfian’s strong embrace around you, holding your pregnant belly. You cannot feel his warmer body behind your back as usual... You turn on the mattress in the hope of snuggling against him, only to meet the void and cold. 

You open your eyes and discover your double bed empty, except for you. You groan as you make your spine pop satisfyingly, feeling the weight of your baby in your core. You sit down on the edge of the bed, rubbing your eyes. 

You are craving a sweet treat. 

You pass on your robe and take a look at the nursery, slightly opening the door,  just enough for a ray of light to shine gently on your son’s sleeping form in his bed. You will eat your treat and come back to feed Thewaze after, she may sleep a little more. 

You wobble to the kitchen, your heavy belly getting in the way. Some domestics and syndics roam the corridors of the Manor despite the late hour. 

Or early hour, depending on the point of view. 

They all propose their help, offering to fetch a bowl of ice cream themself while you wait on a comfy sofa of one of the numerous salons of the Mitth’s homestead. You politely refuse, you are pregnant, not useless. 

But you understand. 

If you ever came to fall and hurt yourself or the baby in any measure and no Mitth proposed their help, Thurfian’s wrath would be absolutely terrible! 

And that put them all on edge! 

You kind of like that. Before your wedding to Thurfian, they all treated you with disdain or simply ignored your very existence and now they press themself all around you to ensure your safety and comfort... 

You silently snigger. 

You do not play that card too much, or at least not as much as you would do if you weren’t reasonable. You decline any offer with a gentle smile and continue forward. 

As you approach the kitchens you cannot help but notice the lack of sounds coming from them... Usually, it should be busing with activities to prepare the breakfast for the entire Manor! You pass your head through the arches with curiosity, only to discover Thurfian, seated on a chair, Thewaze in his arms, in front of a turned on oven. 

No cooks in sight. He must have sent them away for a moment of peace. 

“Thurfian?” You speak softly as you approach, realizing that he is giving the bottle to your baby. 

He turns his head towards you, his rubies darting their red light on you. 

“Why are you awake, visot?” He asks, “You should rest and gather energy of the term.” 

You shake your head with a smile, you cannot only focus on gathering energy for the term at every second of your life until your baby decides they want to come out! 

 “I was craving sugar... And the bed was lacking my dear husband. I thought you took a day off for Thacanz’s birthday?” 

His eyes fall back on you baby as she prattles, spurting the teat out of her little mouth. 

“I did. I woke up early for him and took the opportunity for a little father-daughter moment.” He explains, gently cradling the baby as milk bubbles pop on her mouth. 

You lean forward to see inside the oven. 

Is it...? 

“Is that a sponge cake? “ You ask, surprised, hands on your knees. 

“Indeed.” 

You raise back and let your gaze travel, discovering a bowl and utensils soiled with cake batter on the worktop. 

“Did you... Bake it yourself?” You ask again, holding your lower back for stability. 

He nods, his knuckles caressing your baby’s cheek fondly. 

“Oh, visot...” You mumble, opening one of the large fridges in the very large kitchen and taking out a professionally baked cake “... I took care of everything.” 

Thurfian details the four-level cake decorated with bright colors and pop culture figurines your son adores in sugar paste. 

And lets out a single defeated sigh... 

He focuses back on the baby, closing back on himself. 

“I’ll throw the cake away.” He just says. 

“Absolutely out of the question!’ You order, putting the big cake on the table, “You baked that cake, we eat that cake!” 

“I am sure he will prefer that sophisticated one.” He simply continues in a casual tone, but he is upset. 

You know he is. You know your husband better than anyone else and decode his mood like a pro. 

“That one is for the big party with everyone on the homestead.” You explain, detailing the big fancy cake that will generously give cavities to more than one guest you imagine. “It’s for show.” 

“It is a good one.” 

“You baked that sponge cake with love. We can eat it, just the three of us. You know how terrified Thacanz is of these large gatherings. I am sure he will love a smaller party, just us and a delicious sponge cake...” You caress a long strand of hair behind his blue ear. 

“I simply wanted to do something myself for his birthday. I know I have been quite absent lately, I did not even have time to look at the list of present ideas.” 

“I know. But you woke up extra early just to bake him something. You could have stayed in bed to take advantage of your day off and leaned on everyone else for the birthday without a care in the world.” You brush his temple lovingly, “But you did not...” 

He lays his head in the palm of your hand with a deep sigh. You kiss his cheek, full of support. 

“I just hope I did not mess up the cake.” He finishes. 

“It looks quite good in fact.” You continue, looking at the inside of the oven, “I know it will be delicious. We get fed up with those fancy cakes so easily after three bites, nothing beats a simple cake.” 

He sniggers lightly. 

“You really want me to keep that cake.” 

“Yes, I do.” You chuckle back, brushing your nose against his cheek. 

His arm comes to circle your waist to press you against himself, letting his head rest on your pregnant stomach, listening and feeling your unborn baby. 

Did they feel or hear their father nearby? Either way, they give a little kick at Thurfian’s face as he caresses your lower back. 

“They are energetic.” He notes. 

“They are restless!” You correct, exploding laughing, “They put me through hell!” 

“I am sorry and thankful to you.” He kisses your belly in an appeasing and peace gesture. 

You smile, combing your fingers in his long mane. He usually dresses his hair in complicated sophisticated braids and coiffs, but right now his hair are just loose and plain, simply framing his handsome face. 

To your utmost pleasure. 

You jump when the timer rings. Thurfian gives you your baby and takes the cake out of the oven carefully. He takes a bowl from a fridge and pours a layer of deep red berries dressing on the cake. 

“Oooooooh, fancy.” You comment with a smile. 

He shakes his head with a tight grin at your playful mockery. He cleans the plate of any dressing around the cake and puts on six candles. He then stops, contemplating his work, deep in his thoughts. 

“What if... We ditched everyone else?” he spokes lowly. 

“Sorry?” You inquire gently, rocking Thewaze. 

“We pack a bag for Thewaze and take them both to the private island for the day. Not telling everyone else, they can have the fancy cake if they wish, I want to enjoy my family in peace for some hours.” His gaze meets yours, diving deep into your human eyes. 

You cannot help but chuckle. 

“Thivick will hate you for that one!” 

“He already does, let’s give him a good reason to do it!”  

You bite your lower lips to refrain from a squeal of amusement before nodding enthusiastically. 

“Alright! Let’s do it!” 

He presses your hand in his with a small thankful smile, leaving a chaste kiss on your lips. 

“Go wake Thacanz and prepare them. I will pack the bags and the cake!” 

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[psychomusic]

i had a vague idea last night on chiss space-traveling system. it's really just an idea and maybe it breaks the existing lore so. if there's any chiss expert here PLEASE tell me if it's something that could exist because i wanna know if i can put it to use in my story

i know they use force sensitives with that third sight power, but like. idk. i understand that they are trained and sometimes they fail but like that's SO complex. you're traveling faster than light - you can have jedi like reflexes and shit but that's still hard af.

so i was imagining (because lately I've been trying to better understand chiss lore, which i LOVEEE) wouldn't it be easier if there were like some stations in between planets, especially important colonies, to allow the force sensitives to have to navigate between smaller points, and not completely in the dark?

idk if any of you know sky: children of the light's trial of fire, so here's the link (skip the intro part). now imagine that instead of the checkpoints with rocks and candles you have little artifical moons/planets/asteroids (depending on how important that station is), and force sensitives are supposed to reach that and then re orientate etc.

BUT to make it cooler and most importantly, easier to sense for the force sensitives, imagine that those artificial ecosystem are made to be inhabited by different creatures that can't stay on their planet of origin (like. maybe because the environment changed and they are endangered, or they're too dangerous so they like. put them there). so they're full of life. they'd be like lit candles in the dark, literally.

THIS CAME TO ME BECAUSE TWO WEEKS AGO I SAW SUCH A COOL VIDEO (a 12 hour analysis of the phantom menace that's like. so fucking well-researched??? considering its length it's impressive really, so here's the link) that spoke (at 1:19:22) about that Boss Nass's phrase about going through Naboo's planet core. But to synthetize: basically in the lore, Naboo is supposed to lack a molten core, and at the center of the planet, plasma is being emitted, and it creates infinite tunnels that can connect even theed and otho gunga. but besides other worldbuilding problems that this rather absurd idea would create - that i won't recap here - in the video, there are some ideas on how to make it make sense (like. "going through the planet core" is simply a figure of speech and not what actually happened), BUT between those, there is one in particular that struck me: at 1:30:40, he proposed Naboo could be a constructed planet - like a planet-aquarium.

then, the video explains why it can't be the case for naboo but. GUYS!! if there's a species that could pull off something like that it's the chiss, with their sense of order, their need for knowledge, and organization abilities.

the maintenance of these stations with particular ecosystems could then be left at the nearest colony of csilla (kinda like the romans delegated the maintenance of their streets to each town it crossed and benefitted off of it), and be used as a "lighthouse" for new sky-walkers to train their third sight. researchers would benefit from keeping these animals alive + they could be kept in various different scenarios depending on how the specific station is made. if it's big enough, those creatures wouldn't be even captive, in a certain sense. especially since these stations need to be big enough (and full of life) to be perceived by the force sensitives, they'd just become replicas of the planet, where researchers, even in the creation of such stations, can really have a boost on their understanding of those ecosystems, through the feedbacks and experiments on the stations.

i have made a few sketches to visualize the idea

(ugly quality and poor rendition ops. in my defense it was late)

i know i wrote A LOT and prob not many will read this BUT if you've come this far, what do you think?

[solitaire-06]

Here’s POV character number five, the Padawan Pack’s resident scientist and scholar, Hlas’or’enalos/Soren!

The Analytical Scholar

Species: Chiss

Sex: Male

Pronouns: He/him

Homeworld: Csilla

Born: 25 ABY, Csilla (Age 15)

Height: 1.77 metres

Hair colour: Blue-black

Eye colour: Red

Skin colour: Blue

Weapon(s):

Violet lightsaber pike (personal lightsaber)

Circular plasma shield

Occupation: Jedi Padawan

Master(s): K’Kruhk (Jedi Master)

Affiliations:

Hlas family

Chiss Ascendancy

New Jedi Order

Galactic Alliance

Padawan Pack

Note of Concern: Despite his admittedly high intelligence and knowledge in several fields - most notably biochemistry, ancient history and engineering - Hlas’or’enalos’ flaws are still glaring present. His struggles with using the Force in any meaningful capacity - to the point of having to use a plasma shield to compensate for his inability to use the Force to protect himself - are pitiful, and a clear indication that the boy does not have what it takes. Of far more notable concern, however, is the boy’s cowardly nature - as evidenced by the level of caution and anxiety he demonstrates in several exercises, particularly when made to work in groups - which is utterly undignified and ill-fitting of a Jedi. For the first male Chiss Force-sensitive recorded in possibly centuries, Hlas’or’enalos is nothing but an embarrassing disappointment better suited to spend his days coddled up in a lab - or perhaps a bunker. - Kenth Hamner, 40 ABY.

“They like to say the greatest fear that sentient beings have is fear of the unknown - things we do not understand. But personally? I see the unknown as a new frontier, to be explored with caution-tempered enthusiasm. That’s why I love trying to find the mechanics of how the Force works - at its core, exploring new depths of knowledge opens up countless opportunities.”

[bythedark]

So tell me everything is not 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 but 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬? Then say they didn't do it to 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞… but 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝? I wanna snarl and show you just how 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐞. You wouldn't last an hour in the 𝐚𝐬𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞.

É uma honra lecionar em Hexwood e 𝑨𝑹𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑪𝑺𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑨 𝑽𝑶𝑳𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑻 sabe bem disso! Aos 𝑻𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑨 𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑺, é professora de 𝑹𝑼𝑵𝑨𝑺, 𝑺𝑰𝑮𝑰𝑳𝑶𝑺 𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑶𝑺 e é hospedeira de 𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑪𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑰𝑨. Falam pelos corredores que ela é 𝑶𝑩𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑽𝑨𝑫𝑶𝑹𝑨, mas também 𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑴𝑼𝑳𝑨𝑫𝑨. Sua reputação é conhecida além das fronteiras, e dizem que se parece com 𝑲𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑬 𝑴𝑪𝑮𝑹𝑨𝑻𝑯.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 — 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 — 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

༻ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐨𝐟 "𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭?".

— Ardere Csilla Volitient; — Trinta anos; — Protegida e hospedeira de Discordia, a deusa do caos e da própria ideia de discórdia; — 1,65m; — Lésbica; — Noctis: seu seon foi denominado com a versão latina de “noite”, consiste em uma pequena esfera mágica de cor totalmente negra, refletindo a essência de sua deusa. Seu brilho intercala entre as cores prata e dourado. Raramente pisca em outro tom, mas as únicas vezes em que ocorreu, o tom foi azul-cobalto; — Traços Positivos: Inteligente, corajosa, curiosa, dedicada, observadora; — Traços Negativos: Manipuladora, egocêntrica, ambiciosa, dissimulada, mentirosa.

༻ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝.

Volitient, uma das nobres famílias mais antigas que já pisaram em Aldanrae. Não há explicação ou história que consiga dizer de onde vieram, como vieram. A informação mais antiga que conseguirá tirar de um Volitient é que sempre estiveram lá, e que a força mágica sempre rondou as mulheres nascidas nela. A primeira Volitient a manifestar qualquer manifestação de magia… não teve um grande destino. A deusa que se comunicava com a mulher era uma incógnita, uma força tão primitiva quanto a própria guerra, a própria discórdia.

Completamente enlouquecida, Melantha Volitient tentou afastar a deusa de suas filhas, falhando em sua luta e amaldiçoando todas as mulheres da casa. Toda mulher nascida Volitient traz consigo a deusa Discordia, sua magia e controvérsias.

Com o tempo, a fama de traidores e mentirosos se espalhou por todo o reino, criando um grande estigma sobre os Volitient. Se tornou difícil confiar em qualquer filho dessa casa, e não foi surpresa quando o último Volitient Conselheiro, Cairus, foi banido de Conselho Real, após acusações de que estava compondo um grande motim contra o Imperador.

Trinta anos separaram os Volitient dos demais nobres, exilados em seu castelo ao norte, na ilha de Senka, lugar frio e traiçoeiro como os filhos dessa casa. Trinta anos marcam o nascimento de Ardere Csilla Volitient, a última khajol hospedeira de Discordia. Poderia ser uma grande coincidência do destino, mas Leyen, sua mãe, soube no exato momento em que sua gravidez foi descoberta que o bebê levaria a maldição da deusa para frente. Durante toda a gestação, a mulher teve visões e sonhos sobre caos e desordem, nuvens negras pairando sobre suas cabeças e sua menininha de olhos verdes no centro de toda a discórdia.

Ardere tinha exatos onze anos quando sua mãe sucumbiu às visões, enlouquecendo por longos anos até alcançar seu descanso eterno. Leyen e seu marido, Dairos, não tiveram outros filhos após a primogênita, o medo de perpetuarem o sangue manipulador da deusa era maior do que a vontade de cultivar filhos.

Assim, Ardere cresceu observando sua família exilada, sua mãe definhando aos poucos e seu pai desolado sem ter acesso novamente à glória política e a aristocracia. Curiosa desde muito pequena, não foi surpresa quando passou a ser seguida por corvos, ou que ouvisse sussurros entre as paredes, fomentando pouco a pouco a discórdia entre seus empregados e os militares que guardavam suas fronteiras.

Assim como também não foi surpresa quando a carta de Hexwood chegou até seu castelo, a convocando para estudar e se tornar uma khajol. Seu pai, numa esperança vã, acreditou que a disciplina e o estudo pudessem a guiar entre os sussurros da deusa, finalmente pondo fim na maldição que cercava sua família. Ardere foi uma estudante esplêndida, inteligente, curiosa, dedicada. Nunca estava entre as confusões entre os estudantes, mas tudo ao redor tinha sua influência. O sangue da deusa que pulsava em suas veias demarcava nitidamente sua personalidade e humor. Uma falsa tímida, uma mentirosa de mão cheia, dissimulada como só ela. Na frente de autoridades, um anjo, por trás, suas garras prendiam os demais alunos numa rede de intrigas montadas por ela.

Seus dez anos na Academia passaram tão rápido quanto um piscar de olhos, monotonia nunca a seguiu. Ao completar seu ritual e adquirir seu Seon, mais uma visão de sua mãe foi confirmada: nomeada Noctis, como a tradução latina de “noite”, a manifestação da deusa na terra se apresenta como uma esfera flutuante de cor totalmente preta, como uma pequena nuvem negra sobre a tez pálida de Ardere. Seu brilho, quando se permite dividir o humor com a khajol, é prata, tendendo ao dourado quando a feiticeira alcança algum de seus objetivos. Quase nunca apresenta outra cor, porém, em casos muito raros e causados por uma única pessoa, seu brilho adquire o tom de azul-cobalto. A própria khajol conta nos dedos quais ocasiões fizeram sua pequena manifestação de energia brilhar em tons azulados.

Não foi surpresa que, ao terminar seus estudos, fosse enviada de volta para o castelo Morana, lar dos Volitient, sem acesso à política, ao conselho e demais feiticeiros. A fama de sua família, e a sua durante o período da Academia falavam por si só. Foi nesse momento de sua vida que se viu, pela primeira vez, em uma intriga não comandada por ela. Presa no exílio, seu convívio com outros humanos e changelings se resumia aos mesmos rostos, até que um se diferenciou dos demais.

Não sabe explicar como, por que, ou quando tudo que se sucedeu nos dois anos em que viveu novamente em sua casa, começou. Quando se viu, estava envolta por um sentimento que sua deusa reprovava, mas que não havia controle. Os encontros às escondidas se tornaram frequentes, as escapadas até a praia se tornaram comuns. O sentimento de ódio que sempre nutriu por montadores pendeu para o outro lado da balança.

Discordia, como a deusa que sempre foi, viu nesse encontro um grande obstáculo para sua hospedeira, causando assim a ruptura de sua relação e novamente dominando a mente de Ardere. Quando souberam, deusa e khajol, dos acontecimentos na Academia, uma nova forma de reaver a influência dos Volitient se apresentou de bandeja.

Ardere retornou à Hexwood com seus belos olhos, doce tom de voz e sorriso encantador. Se apresentou como uma nova professora, dissimulando os demais para acreditarem em sua redenção e assim cumprir os desígnios de sua deusa. Ela apenas não esperava que o mesmo motivo que a quase fez enlouquecer numa luta mental contra sua deusa, também a seguisse até a Ilha de Ardosia.

༻ 𝐀𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬, 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞.

— A família Volitient é detentora de um castelo afastado, ao norte, na ilha de Senka. Os próprios descendentes denominaram o castelo como Morana, simbolizando o inverno, a morte e a solidão. — Ardere vem do latim, significa “atear fogo, queimar.” — Todas as acusações feitas aos Volitient durante os anos em que foram conselheiros reais são a mais pura verdade. Traiçoeiros, quase todo motim ou ataque contra o Imperador teve dedo de um deles até serem expulsos e exilados. — Discordia, a deusa, sabe que seu reinado sobre os khajols pode se findar com Ardere, por isso vive constantemente influenciando-a, tentando dissuadi-la de suas próprias ideias e sentimentos. — Ardere sempre é vista na companhia de seu seon, Noctis. Entretanto, a pequena nuvem negra não gosta de dragões e montadores, sempre sumindo na presença de algum. — O gosto por Runas veio desde que teve contato na Academia, se intensificando ao encontrar antigos estudos de sua mãe. A khajol é apaixonada por símbolos e linguagem antiga, se tornando mestre na arte de simbologia e decidindo ensinar para outros alguns de seus truques. — Carrega consigo um relicário contendo o brasão de sua família. Ninguém sabe o que está dentro da joia, é um segredo que não revela.

⊱⋅ ──────────── 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑦.

[aeskanera]

Agent: Riassa

Paiiri'as sabosen, a.k.a. Riassa • Csillan Chiss • haunted by...shame for her family • intelligent, pensive, perfectionist •

Age: 18 in Chiss years, 26 in human years as of SWtOR

Backstory, Personality, Story Themes/Character Arc/Motivations and Fears, Looks

BACKSTORY

Riassa is the core name of Pairri'as'sabosen, a Chiss woman who is intent upon restoring her family standing. Chiss houses are complicated - she's a member of House Paiiri by blood, and the Sabosen family as a Trial-Born (House Sabosen being a branch of the government rather than a bloodline familial house).

Owing to political complications, her mother, the head of House Paiiri got the entire house exiled, considered the greatest punishment in Chiss society. Riassa's parents, however, had prepared for this and hid Riassa's existence in order to prevent the wiping out of the bloodline. When she came of age and enlisted in the military, her existence as a member of House Paiiri was brought to light. Through her military achievements, she regained her house's status (though they would never again hold the same level of influence).

After a year in the military, she joined the Chiss Secret Police, further drawing the attention of Imperial Intelligence, who eventually recruited her.

PERSONALITY

intelligent, pensive, perfectionist

well-educated, artistic, highly intelligent, cunning, contemplative, calculating - Chiss space has an incredible education system, and Riassa is a product of that. Her father (not mentioned above) is also a relatively well-known artist (well-known on Csilla anyway), so she grew up surrounded by high culture in a society that appreciates it. In general, these are traits she has honed as they are needed in her general fields of interest

mysterious, intriguing, secretive, private - she just prefers to keep to herself. She doesn't actually have any secrets or real mysteries, but her withdrawn nature leads people to view her this way. She just doesn't see the reason for sharing unnecessary information about herself. If she has to she can be very charming and sociable, but if it is not necessary then she prefers to not have to put on an act

strict, perfectionist, disciplined, rigid - she doesn't believe in doing something unless it can be done to the highest caliber. She also holds these same high standards for the people around her. Self-control and propriety are the most valued traits that she believes a person can aspire to. She is highly committed with a strong belief in chain of command

pragmatic, efficient, adaptive, reactive, orderly, methodical, deliberate, careful, cautious - she has a very logically geared mind, an aptitude for puzzles and problem solving. She's quite rational about defeat or failure, never internalizing it, just retracing her steps and figuring out how to improve for the future. She's (metaphorically) playing 3D chess at all times and none of the people around her even know what chess is

proud, self-reliant, aloof - her quiet nature and her preference for relying on herself give her this appearance. While technically yes, she is proud and aloof, those words have slightly negative connotations that imply arrogance or disdain for others, which doesn't really describe her accurately. It's more that she knows herself which means she can trust herself, while others cannot be trusted in that same way, and so she will always choose to rely on herself over others. Then there's the added element of pride that comes from her looking down on non-Chiss slightly (expanded upon in a bit)

emotionally mature, calm, serious, honorable, pensive - generally self-explanatory, she's rather quiet and serious. That's not to say she doesn't have a sense of humor, she just doesn't make jokes herself and doesn't often display amusement in her expressions. She's good at keeping her cool and hiding any stress or anger from others

Best quality: her desire for continuous self improvement and her belief in the importance of access to education and experiences for all without discrimination; her emotional maturity

Worst quality: a difficulty with managing stress and anxiety if things do not go exactly as planned without a backup or if there are aspects of a plan left unknown or open; her quiet and private demeanor comes across to many as deliberate coldness; her unwillingness to question problems in society

STORY THEMES/CHARACTER ARC/ MOTIVATIONS AND FEARS

Personal identity and autonomy, prejudice, maintaining cultural connection, isolation.

Due to Chiss cultural practices and her role as a secret agent, she begins to slowly lose her sense of self. This is only exacerbated by her period under mind control. Despite her upbringing on Csilla contributing to the problem, it is reconnecting with her heritage that helps guide her out of it, along with her relationships with others. She learns that she can emotionally lean on people, and this helps her learn how to balance isolation for self-protection with community.

Her main drive and motivation is proving herself in the eyes of her people. Even if her actions were to remain unknown to all but her, she wants to feel a sense of self-pride in the fact that she's living up to her culture. She is terrified of the sense of shame - not only in the shame of her people, but also feeling ashamed of herself.

Prejudice is also a minor theme of hers that crops up throughout the story. She faces a great deal of discrimination as an alien in Imperial space, as do many of her crew members. There is a sort of irony in this, as Chiss are an extremely xenophobic society, and she was raised to believe in the superiority of Chiss over all other species and societies. It takes her even longer to overcome her prejudice towards droids than it does her mild prejudice towards other species.

LOOKS

She has the standard royal blue skin and pupil-less red eyes of a Chiss. Her hair's a very dark black, almost a blue-black, and falls just to her shoulders with a slight wave at the end.

She stands at 1.72 metres or 5'8". She has a strong jaw and heart shaped lips, with overall angular features. Her eyes are big and hooded, with arched brows.

She has very expensive taste and a very elegant style; generally she wears very sleek and sophisticated clothing. Specific trends she leans towards in her fashion are sharp cuts and high collars. Her outfits are augmented with high tech, and everything in them has a function (such as hidden armor). She often wears traditional Chiss clothing, especially when it comes to colour schemes - copper and green to represent House Sabosen, black to represent the Chiss military (her go-to), rust red for house Nuroda (but not until later in the story).

[gia-batmm-crickle22]

Kalluzeb & Thranto SWAP!

Separated Bios:

Name: Mitth'raw'nuruodo

Core Name: Thrawn

Code name: Specter 4

Side of war: Rebel

Backstory:

The Empire had come for the Ascendency in Csilla. Thrawn was Senior Captain when he and his best friend Admiral Ar'alani led the army against the Empire. Unfortunately, the Ascendency in Csilla collapsed, and everyone died. All except Thrawn (or so he thought). Thrawn was captured but he managed to escape. That's where Kanan and Hera found him and took him in.

Next:

Name: Eli Vanto

Nickname: Vanto or Eli

Code name: (Present) Fulcrum

Side of War: Empire (Past) Rebel (Present)

Backstory:

Eli had aimed for supply officer, but his training had proved him more worthy to train as an ISB Agent. But after getting stranded in the ice moon, Eli started to question his loyalties. He reached out to become a Fulcrum and soon became a Rebel.

[darth-caillic]

Melinoe Lanami for the world building ask <3

B A S I C S

full name: Nize'linoe'rrazi (core name: Melinoe Lanami) of Marazi

gender: Female (AFAB)

sexuality: Biromantic / demisexuel

pronouns: She/Her

O T H E R S

family: Nize'etune'rrazi / core name: Nietune (mother), Hypnos Lanami (father), Cody Lanami (husband), Grand Army of the Republic (brothers-in-law), Jaks Karaay Snr (platonic life partner), Mar and Boba Fett (wards), Nkua Etana (community), Macaria Lanami (goddaughter), Thanatus Lanami (adoptive son), Luke Skywalker (son in law), Skywalker Family (in-laws), Din Djarin (son in law), Grogu Lanami (grandson), Artemy Lanami (grandson), Nyx Lanami (granddaughter), Rey (granddaughter in law).

birthplace: Csilla

job: Sith Lady, Spy, Assassin, Bounty Hunter, Stockeeper, Overseer, Deep Sea Researcher

phobias: Being trapped in a room

guilty pleasures: Singing

M O R A L S

morality alignment?:

sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath

virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert: introvert

organized/disorganized: organized

close minded/open-minded: open-minded

calm/anxious: anxious

disagreeable/agreeable: disagreeable

cautious/reckless: reckless

patient/impatient: impatient

outspoken/reserved: bit of both, depending on the situation

leader/follower: leader

empathetic/unemphatic: empathetic

optimistic/pessimistic: pessimistic

traditional/modern: modern

hard-working/lazy: hardworking

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: Melody (Melinoe / Cody)

ot3: N/A

brotp: Melinoe / Jaks Snr

notp: Melinoe / Obi Wan or Melinoe / Maul

[resol-nare]

Okay so I finally made a Chiss agent. Her name is Sehev'al'uhit, core name Evalu.

I've made others before but always ended up deleting for some reason or other, mostly I just wasn't that invested

BUT this new one is living in my head rent-free because I essentially made her to replace Valkryie, who was lost in the pixel purge, as I call it, a few months back. They're practically the same person, just different species and slightly different backgrounds to reflect that.

The biggest difference is that while Valkryie was born and raised on Ziost, Evalu's family was a minor house on Csilla that was exiled because of [unspecified crime that I haven't figured out yet], and they ended up on Ziost to at least maintain a connection to the Empire if nothing else.

Like Valkryie, she becomes the Hand of Jadus and ends up regretting that immensely further down the line.

Anyways here's the bitch. We're currently in Chapter 2 and not having a great time.

[starwurst]

MATRON OF HOUSE MAVA

BASIC INFORMATION

Full Name: Mava’alar’asu

Core Name: Va’alara

Age: 79

Status: Alive

Role: The acting head of the Mava House, a lower-ranking branch of the Mitth bloodline.

APPEARANCE

Va’alara has the same medium blue skin as most of the Mava family and in her youth, a very rich black-blue tone to her now mostly grey hair. She is always neat, with not a hair out of place. Her clothes are always practical but elegant, giving off an understated air of power. Her hair is almost completely grey, minus a few stubborn blue streaks, and she wears it up in simple, clean styles. She wears some adornment, but minimal and the jewelry is always a classic, simple design. Her face betrays her age and her features are stern. Her face, hardened from years of fighting for the power she now wields, is not that of a meek old woman. The clever sharpness in her eyes has not dulled in the slightest and Va’alara continues to hold herself tall.

PERSONALITY

Exceedingly practical, Va’alara is a cold, calculating woman who does not tolerate nonsense. She makes every move with careful deliberation and will not act without evidence to support her decision. She commands respect but knows when she must back down to those more powerful than her, careful to maintain her carefully crafted image. She is never manipulative or cruel without purpose. Every action she takes has purpose, is meant to bring her closer to her goal. She loathes Varawn both because him being a force user taints the bloodline and because by revealing those force abilities, he unknowingly taunted her. Challenged her power. She had wanted to kill him but had no proof besides her intuition and Va’alara does not act on mere intuition. For his power to be revealed later, through rumors rather, felt like a monumental failure on her part. Va’alara is still concerned with getting rid of him but does not know where he is. As she has bigger concerns than leaving Csilla to find Varawn or sending bounty hunters after him, she is not actively searching for him. But should he present her an opportunity to get rid of him, she will attempt to take it. She is rather old, and her children are ready to take over when she dies – she is very confident she has trained them well to carry on the legacy – but she is unwilling to relinquish her power yet. She wants to pass the Mava family to her children in a strong position of power, as a name that demands respect, and set it up for a longstanding legacy. She does not feel she has done enough yet to secure the Mava legacy.

[rosheendubh]

ai-ya…shameless lady-crush fangRRling…

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Mostly, character-inspires for the SpaceRockOpera AU (of Star Wars combining TTT/HoT/Dark Empire events, with the Keltiad fused with Firefly-Serenity…)—

-Rhyanon ferch Garowen (Daenerys, combined with equal doses of Yelena Belova/Dr Temperance Brennan/and Dr Janet Frasier…), a biokinetically gifted, skilled medic/biologist and her Dathomiri witch-lover, Kalinda (based off Kalinda from ‘The Good Wife’, even in terms of her role as an info-slicker-cybersecurity specialist…private contract—works with the Terran Core Parliament as much as the ImperialRemnant/Empire of the Hand, or The RepublicAlliance…as her profit and proclivities lie…combo’d with Yennefer of Venderberg…)…

—Rhyanon does, of course become involved with both Luke and Thrawn in a complicated game of illicit love-affairs-illicit bio hacking-cloning-super soldier chimaerasizing-awakening Dark Matter entities and nefarious uses of archeogenomes-space-vampires (the Telchines-Coroniad of the Keltiad, inspired by the Coroniad race of the Mabonigion…)-space vampire fathers and aunts (a little Circe and Medea dynamic…it’s s messed up family dynamic for Rhyanon-)-space vampires exploiting other alien species into bio harvesting servitude (my Ka’ali as a the Terran quadrant origins of the Noghri)-Thrawn is a colonialist authoritarian ass-as are the ChissAscendency-Thrawn-who’s basically my version of Rommel meets Napoleon meets Thomas Jefferson-meets Theoderic the Great-meets Julius Caesar—and Tywin Lannister with Spock-aded to swirl of Bronte-esque Heathcliff and Rochester tragic hero complex-breaks the Galaxy in half by collapsing the Wormhole-sacrifices Csilla-and is willing to bring Artor Imperator’s dead ship back from the Maw/The Dead Zone/Sterike Regions of space to recover the 2nd Starflash weapon lost 1000 years before with the Great Cataclysm-develops a complicated BroMance with Luke-(who’s my version of Luke combined with Peter Quill in Luke Skywalker’s original concept as Starkiller…check it out—his original concept Art before A New Hope even looks like Quill’s StarLord…)-snd a threesome with Rhyanon—who really just wants to go home to Caledonia Secunda-and open a clinic for new world emigres and fly her space-capable pegasuses with her Lady love…lol-yes, that Karaoke scene at the renamed Mos Vespa cantina (princess Vespa as a resurrected Arhinda Pryce combined with Space Balls Princess Vespa) set in a revised ‘Tatooine Ghost’ meets ‘SideTrip’ events as Thrawn-disguised as a Mandalorian/JodoKast-gets inveigled into singing ‘Piano Man with Rhyanon’-in order to defuse a potential tavern brawl-whilst Rhyanon-who’s done up treating idiot criminal under lords inhabiting Fett’s most violent parish where no outreach medical staff with any training dare serve…except Rhyanon-who Luke is after-and Thrawn is after-for their own purposes of saving the Galaxy-with tracking Killick Twilight-on a night Rhyanon just wants to chill with a drink amid the newly imported Terran pastime of Karaoke-at the seedy dive bar-in a scene that turns into Pirates of the Caribbean2-tavern brawl-Thrawn/of course-enacting the role of Jack Sparrow navigating his elegant exit (disguised as a Mandalorian still)-while all chaos spews around him-and WAIT-Firefly’s Operative-named Judah-I believe arrives at some point as well-having traced Rhyanon across the Wormhole sent by River Tam and Mal Reynolds-into a street chase scene through MosVespa (formerly MosEisley)-that culminates with Kalinda on Fett’s pet-rancor (she is Dathomiri by origin)-reprimanding all the misbehaving children-and saving her lady-love who-in a Mexican draw-involving the Operative/Judah-suddenly hears the Operative speak in her native tongue-Pretanic(neo-Brythonic-a combo of Welsh and Gaelic rewound to its Celtic-Gaulic lsnguage roots…but evolved into a future linguistic smash-burger)—later revelations that Thrawn discovers of the Operative/Judah having slain JorgCardas-who crossed the Wormhole as Shepherd Book-and gets a little irritated-as Thrawn wields the Dark Saber in this get-up-here we have the Operative facing off with Thrawn—Katana vs DarkSaber…it’s a honorable death for someone-and the inspiration for River Tam’s “2 by 2, hands of Blue…”

[spectres-fulcrum]

I don’t want Ahsoka to be over guys. I spent so long stressing over the show but it is so good and it felt so short-it was so short. But it was so amazing. The only two bad parts were the nightsisters and the Ahsoka and Sabine apprenticeship thing but the latter just went against five years of headcanons. If I had had years to let it marinate I would’ve warmed up to them.

There is so much more I wanted to see-questions answered and family seen. But what we got was really special. Super special.

I’m glad we finally got it. Got them. And everyone loves it. This is-this has always been-peak Star Wars. Ahsoka and Anakin and Ezra and Sabine and Thrawn and Hera and the Ghost. Nothing is more Star Wars outside the Core 6 movies the Clone Wars-Rebels families.

I know tonight will be amazing and I hope we’ll get a season two and books to follow. If not, this is a solid enough base(to say Thrawn is only using Morgan to get back to main galaxy to get a ship to Csilla to fight the gysks, lmao)

[cosmicvenera]

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”

[insufficient-focus]

Star Wars The Essential Atlas

I am geeking out hardcore right now.

I started out just wanting to research a planet that’s a topic of conversation in something I’m writing (some of you may recognize the planet and why I’d be writing a conversation about it).

The planet I want to see is Ralltiir. I specifically want to see it on a map. Sure there’s the internet but I like looking at real, physical right in front of me maps.

This book has an appendix that will tell you exactly where that planet is (because, atlas).

From there I go to the Core Worlds section, L-9 on the map.

Hurray! (I should probably mention that I like looking for coordinates and maps and did some geocaching in the past). I still have my old cardboard astromap/star chart from college. I was a member of the astronomers club. I feel no shame.

I’ll just put up some pictures because I’ll never stop typing if I don’t. The planet specifics, like how many hours in a day, how many days in a year facts are so fun to read through. There’s a cool Chiss Ascendancy section. I mean on and on this is a really cool atlas.

[minasummersch]

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There's nothing in life that can't be solved with chocolate🍫, cake🍰, or glitter✨

Hello everyone! Welcome to Mina's Musings, a tumblr blog run by Mina Summers. I am a half-fairy VTuber who owns and runs Marigold Bakery. I starting VTubing to make people happy and earn my fairy wings! I hope you'll join me on this magical journey together~

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Content I Stream/Create

I usually stream otome visual novels or joseimuke mobile games. Some of my favorites are Ensemble Stars!! Basic and Music, Bandori, Taisho x Alice, Tears of Themis, Hatoful Boyfriend, and BUSTAFELLOWS.

Sometimes I'll stream variety content such as JRPGs, scuffed karaoke (yes it is always scuffed lol), baking or decorating desserts (rare because this is messy and requires lots of planning!), crocheting, and cozy chatting content. I like to experiment with my content when I have more time in my schedule!

I'm currently working on a larger video project where I summarize the entirety of the Ensemble Stars story backlog and lore on YouTube. The series is still very much a work in progress but I do have a livestream VOD where I explained some basics about the game universe and characters which you can watch here:

I also really love music! I try to hold karaokes as much as I can and I've recently start recording covers songs! You can check out my first cover song below. It would mean a lot to me if you gave it a like as well!

Other than that I do a bit of voice acting, sometimes while I'm playing VNs I'll even try to voice over the characters. But mostly I just record short voice clips and post them to YouTube and TikTok.

Now that I have this page I hope to post some exclusive Tumblr content such as video scripts for my YouTube videos and reviews for games, animes, mangas, and novels! I'll link back to some of those posts when I do create them.

Mina's Model Credits

1.0 Model - Pink Dress Mina

Live2D videos to be added soon!

Design + ref sheet + PNG + fullbody Live2D model -- _kawarumii

Live2D rigging + chibi Live2D model art and rig -- tomoxm2

Scuffed VRoid model (not pictured) -- me

Detailed VRoid model -- claire_maid

Plush doll PNG (not pictured) -- Miyukiko

Cottage core alt outfit

Full Model coming someday!

Design -- Lapin

Lehenga outfit

Coming soon!

Designed -- Dayleaf404

2.0 Model - Secret

Coming soon!

Design -- Fei

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This is a list of the creators who Mina commissioned or bought assets from for her Twitch and YouTube streams.

Channel Music -- ViSO by UTALIVE and KODOMOi

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Stinger -- Aurora Rosalia

Chatbox -- chroneco

Header + Profile Image -- miyukiverse

Emotes -- vera_li

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This is a list of all the artists Mina has received fanart from or commissioned for artwork.

Bachiilla

Chrysalia Csilla

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Haru

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Miyuki

Miyukiko

Rcol

ro_arts_id

Sketch the Witch

糕Pastry

Xela

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[aroayr-shuk]

Thrawn Dances

The Mitth are cold, stoic, and calm. They exude power and control, as emotionless as the ice flats of Csilla. They are stark uniforms, and blazing suns. Intense and they demand perfection. They are from the heart of the Acendancy, and often they consider themselves to be it's center. As one of the Nine they groom their young since birth, or adoption, to be the perfect example of what a Chiss should be: powerful, fearless, an unmovable pillar in the storm. And they certainly don't dance. Not unless the occasion permitted a sharp two step, two persons, arms poised to the side, one two three four, one two three four. It was controlled, it was routine.

The Kivu were different. Further from the core, the family hadn't even existed during the days of old. Small and humble, many would overlook the family. Rentor, a backwater planet, incapable of producing anything of cultural significance. Or so the greater families thought. And true, they were small and humble, living their lives away in small farming areas, preferring not to get mixed up in the political slights of the larger families. And to the outside world they would appear just as any other Chiss family might. But they danced.

Oh, they danced. And not the stiff steps of the higher Mitth, no it was light and jovial, underneath their planet's moon, their arms raised above them, swaying with the wind. Necklaces and bracelets of scales rattled on their bodies, and shook as they thumped their bare feet against the ground. Long skirts and dresses flared out as their wearers twirled and jumped. Streaks and flashes of colour, from scarves and hats, jewelry and shoes came from every direction. Men and women, children and adults, all joined in in the dance. Shaking their instruments and rattling their jewels. Each to their own beat, each expressing their own story and song. Each making their own art.

You could learn a lot about someone from watching them make art.

Their dance was embeded in their hearts, even years after being conditioned into the ways of the higher families, it would remain. Small scars on one's ears, lips, nose. One's steps a bit too light, a rhythm to their run, twirling batons with grace, treating the dojo as a dance floor.

Who would say anything if they saw through the cracks in a warships' doors, a young man swaying to his own song?

[ask-the-almighty-google]

AYAHA

Gameplay Movie:

Aliases: Aya, Lord Kallig, Darth Imperius

Date of Birth: 1 BTC / 2,654 BBY (11 at start of game)

Gender: Female

Species: Chiss

Home Planet: Geonosis (Slave Mines; Parents Taken Captive From Csilla)

Affiliations: Empire

Class: Sith Inquisitor

Discipline: Assassin

Role: Tank

Significant Other: Theron Shan

Primary Companion: Ashara Zavros

Preferred Weapons: Double-bladed Lightsaber, orange color crystal with a flame center and purple edges.

Outfit: (Nico Okarr’s Duster and the Defiant Maverick Armor Set), Ayaha wears a shiny black leather trench coat with a tan chest piece, tan slacks, and a brown leather utility belt. Armored boots and bracers are colored grey and black with knit fingerless gloves underneath said bracers.

Species Traits: Chiss have a very active metabolism and a much lower core body temperature. Their skin color ranges from vibrant blue to pastel blue, and their eyes are a vibrant glowing red without pupils or irises that give them outstanding night vision. Hair color is typically black, blue, or silver. Chiss can withstand extreme cold temperature and mature quite quickly, achieving a mature adult body (and expected mature adult psychological and emotional capacity) by the Galactic Standard Age of Ten. While Chiss are only moderately different from the Human base species, their bodies are much more adaptable to their environment; they do particularly well in hostile climes or extended missions in space.

Physical Characteristics: Ayaha has periwinkle blue-purple skin with dark indigo freckles scattered across her entire body, her rich blue hair cut short and styled in a choppy, messy way over the left side of her brow. Her eyes are vibrant glowing red, and she enjoys wearing makeup that accentuates and compliments her fine features.

Personality Traits: Ayaha's quiet, observant nature is often mistaken for obedience and and naivete. In truth, she has a cutting wit and and a naturally gentle disposition that she hides well with cunning eloquence and the knowledge that under-estimation is her greatest ally in the world of the Sith.

Associated Music: "Young God" - Halsey Clean Version (https://youtu.be/0WL3CwnT_dQ?si=7saM0Ml0aEyXcQKU)

Trivia: Ayaha's bloodline is descended from the forgotten but once-great Lord Kallig, and she has a natural talent with communing with ghosts. Due to her upbringing, she abhors slavery.

Personal Background: While her parents and elder brother were born on the Chiss homeworld of Csilla, Ayaha's father angered a Sith Lord visiting the Chiss Ascendancy and ensure that they were all shipped to the Imperial Slave Mines of Geonosis. There, Ayaha was born only months later; her aptitude for the Force manifested at a young age and she was self-taught as such a gift was deadly in the slave pits. Training at first to hide it from the overseers, her mother taught her how to read and write and her brother taught her how to fight. When she was discovered at ten by a visiting Darth, she was shipped to the slave pens outside of the Academy on Korriban and given rudimentary training to assess her abilities as a potential acolyte. After a year of close observation, during which she matured quickly as is expected of her species, Ayaha was put under Overseer Harkun's power and sent through her Trials to determine if she would become a Sith Apprentice; here, she caught the eye of Darth Zash and was Apprenticed quickly to a new Master with new chains.

Just Some SWTOR OCs…

DTEMA

Gameplay Movie:

Aliases: Tem, Barsen'thor, Sky Hunter

Date of Birth: 8 BTC / 2,661 BBY (18 at start of game)

Gender: Female

Species: Mirialan

Home Planet: Mirial

Affiliations: Republic, Jedi

Class: Jedi Consular

Discipline: Shadow

Role: Tank

Significant Other: None

Primary Companion: Qyzen Fess

Preferred Weapons: Double-bladed Lightsaber, green color crystal with black-green center

Outfit: (Tython Highlander Armor Set), Dtema wears rough-spun white linen with pale grey edging made of plant fibers. This is paired with simple matte tan leather gauntlets, belt, and gloves with metal fastenings.

Species Traits: Mirialans are an extremely agile and flexible near-human species with very heightened reflexes that make them extraordinarily fast. Their skin ranges from dark green to pale orange-yellow, and their eyes and hair colors fall along the typical human range with the addition of violet, yellow, orange, and red irises. A highly religious Force-zealous culture, their people mark major milestones with stylized tattoos.

Physical Characteristics: Dtema has vibrant green skin and nearly black dark green hair pulled into an elaborate bun and long braid that falls to the middle of her back, capped in gold thread. Her eyes are deep orange-red, and her tattoos frame her face along the cheekbones and cover also the center of her forehead and chin.

Personality Traits: Dtema manages to balance the expected decorum and reservedness of a Jedi Master with an impish and somewhat mischievous sense of humor. She Finds her duties as the Barsen'thor to be very fulfilling and is a patient, understanding teacher. These qualities make her an outstanding diplomat and, combined with her skills with a lightsaber, make her a deadly opponent both on and off of the battlefield. She inspires great loyalty in friends and courage in cowards.

Associated Music: “True Colors” - Glee Cast Version (https://youtu.be/qtkYB1nkiqE?si=LleUXqsbhnjfiF8K)

Trivia: Dtema is one of the youngest Jedi Masters to have a seat upon the High Council, and is the third Barsen'thor in the history of the Order. Her training was guided strongly by the Force.

Personal Background: Born into the Force-zealous culture of Mirial, Dtema showed great aptitude at a very young age and was taken to a Jedi Temple on-planet at the age of four. There, she trained and studied hard in the art of the saber, diplomacy, and mastering the Force. She became a senior Padawan by the age of fourteen and was apprenticed to an elder Knight. Her first Master was killed on a relief mission, and Dtema was assigned to Master Yuon Par on Tython at eighteen to complete her training. She was Knighted shortly after when it became apparent that the Force was working through her.