#the nightsisters have been contacting morgan

[isagrimorie]

I know many people have a problem with Sabine's second major use of the Force. I already gave my thoughts in this post about Sabine's use of the Force in the season finale.

("For someone else, for someone she loves, Sabine can do the impossible." | "It's about belief and faith.")

It was about her belief and need to use the Force at the moment she needed it and the mental and emotional state she was in that she was ready to remove her block from the Force.

In an ideal scenario, I would love 16 episodes for this to play out, and maybe even up to season 2 before Sabine manifests more of her Force abilities, but truncated time and the Mandoverse's need to move story along took precedence.

But also, IMO, Sabine doesn't display anything that can be considered above the average for a standard Jedi.

In the animation, it doesn't really sell how grand and how far the distances are. The feats of Jedi crossing this distance in animation vs how it is in real life -- the scale of the Star Destroyer vs a humanoid being. The impossible distance.

Ezra is watching his only chance back home, and Sabine is watching the only chance she has in getting Ezra back home.

In fact, Sabine has stepped a few steps forward:

As if she couldn't bear the idea, she has failed Ezra. Ezra admits he can't make the jump, and Sabine's face has hardened into this:

Because she's made her decision.

She just got the hang of the Force but for this, for Ezra, she will get him across.

At this moment, Sabine's never more certain she understood the phrase: "Do or do not, there is no try."

If there is one thing that's been clear in this series, Sabine's singular focus, her mission above all else, was to find Ezra and bring him back home. Sabine would prefer they all made it home, but beggars can't be choosers.

Ezra propels himself forward in a Force-powered leap and even with the Force-powered jump, he's still far away from the Star Destroyer:

Just as Ezra's about to plummet to his death, Sabine summons all the Force she can summon at her level of skill and propels him the last few meters.

BTW, as a sound design thing, this loud rumble was also there when Sabine first attempted to Force-push Shin in episode 4, The Fallen Jedi. This means Sabine did access the Force a bit in that moment. Its just at that moment -- it was still pretty weak, it was weaker than a slap.

Sabine looks pretty terrified, mixed with hope that she's finally doing it but also terrified she might kill Ezra, but she's not letting that fear get her. She has a job to do.

And then, hilariously (to me), Sabine almost fails because her Force push can only reach so far, and Ezra falls short of the target.

And there's a brief horrified look on Sabine's face as she realizes she couldn't push Ezra that far. He wouldn't reach the Chimera.

It's a good thing Ezra himself has the Force, and he simply used the Force to pull himself nearer to the ship:

And he's just dangling there just a little off-screen before he jumps inside the Chimera and kills one of the Night Troopers.

Also if you look to the right, you can see Baylan and Shin's ship where Ezra might have stayed during the duration of the travel from Peridea to his home galaxy.

Mission accomplished.

I wonder if, at this point, Sabine had an inkling she wouldn't be joining Ezra on that trip home. Ezra might be able to do a Force-powered Jedi jump but that's clearly something Sabine hasn't practiced in.

(This is also possibly why, in this show, Sabine doesn't have her jetpack).

I hope this makes sense since I wrote this half asleep.

[thrawns-babygirl]

Sensations (Thrawn x F!Reader)

Okay ya'll the moment I saw Morgan Elsbeth in Ahsoka and she said she was a witch of Dathomir my brain immediately was like "Alright crazy hot magical witch sex with Thrawn" and then I had to write something for it. This has no spoilers for Ahsoka in it obviously lol, its pure filth. So please, enjoy :)

Reader is a Nightsister of Dathomir, just ignore why a nightsister is on the ISD Chimaera and enjoy the smut. Okay? Okay.

Ratings: E (18+)

Warnings: Oral (F!Receiving), Magicks, Edging, Sub!Thrawn (Kinda?), Unprotected PiV, Creampie,

Word count: 2100+

Masterlist

He wasn’t entirely sure where it all began. The lingering touches, the heated eye contact that would last far longer than either of you could consider professional. All that Grand Admiral Thrawn does know is that he is very happy with where it all ended.

You’re seated on the end of the bed as he walks into his quarters, a breach of protocol for sure, but he’s never been too fussed with strict imperial procedure. You have a regal air about you, seated naked on the soft sheets, thin whisps of green energy slithering around your fingers as you lock eyes with him, a challenge, an invitation. One that he is all too eager to accept.

The crisp, white uniform is quickly shed, folded, and placed neatly on his desk until he too is naked, his cock already half hard with the knowledge of what’s to come. His eyes track your form as you stand and stalk over to him, your poise is captivating, your footsteps silent as you gracefully glide across the dimly lit room towards him.

“You worked longer today Grand Admiral” you purr in that exotically alluring Dathomirian accent as you run your hands along the broad muscles of his shoulders, the energy from your fingertips dispersing into his skin. Thrawn barely supresses a shudder as he feels the lightning from your touch. He’s not sure if the sensation is from the mysticism of your art or if that is simply the effect your touch has on him at this point. As if you have his body so finely tuned that a single brush of your fingertip is enough to make his heart race and his knees weak.

“Were you perhaps concerned I had forgotten about our rendezvous?” you chuckle in response and this time Thrawn doesn’t manage to supress his body’s physical reaction to your presence. You lean up to whisper in his ear “Never Grand Admiral… you and I both know you crave this…” and despite his carefully constructed façade of power and control, he cannot help but concede your point. He is addicted to this, addicted to you.

Once again, he’s not sure if this is a result of the supernatural power you wield, if you are slowly warping his mind to thirst for you or if this is simply the effect of his baser animalistic desires he’s always tried to supress and control. But the moment he feels your soft lips kiss along his neck and jaw, he does not care, he simply closes his eyes and allows the magicks of your touch to consume him.

“Tonight, I would like to show you something” your melodic voice pulls him out of his thoughts as he opens his eyes. The first thing he notices is the green haze surrounding the both of you as you stand naked together in his room. He simply nods as you lead him over to the bed, well aware that whatever you wish to show him is beyond his understanding and will make itself abundantly clear very soon.

He lays down on the bed, his cock having grown harder since you began your teasing touches along his body now rests against his abdomen, a small bead of precum smears along his abs as it twitches in anticipation. You give him a sickly-sweet smile, the kind you only give him when you’re about to take him to new peaks of pleasure he didn’t even know his body could experience and it makes his length throb.

“I want you to close your eyes for me Grand Admiral, close your eyes and open your mind” you only ever refer to him by his rank. Part of him wonders if it is out of respect or if it’s a reminder of the power you hold over a man of his station, either way, he closes his eyes as he feels pinpricks of energy make their way over his body.

He feels his body grow sensitive, his nerve endings alight with new sensations. He wants to open his eyes, he wants to watch as you work your magicks over him, but he resists the urge and allows the new feelings to wash over him.

“You may open your eyes now Grand Admiral… How do you feel?” you cock your head to the side as you ask, a gesture that could almost be considered innocent if he didn’t know that you were anything but.

“I feel relatively unchanged” it’s not a lie, but it’s not the entire truth. He feels an odd sensation simmering in his pelvis mingling with his own arousal, his nipples are hard and feel more sensitive than normal, but nothing vastly out of the ordinary.

The melodic sound of your laughter makes his arousal twitch again.

You stand above him and run a finger up the length of your body towards your breast and Thrawn swears he can feel the ghost of your touch on his own body. You tweak your own nipple and he gasps, the sensation spreading throughout his nerves and sending a jolt of pleasure down to his pulsing cock.

Your laughter once again rings throughout the room at the sight of his reaction and you gracefully move onto the bed, sitting just next to his head, running your fingers through his hair. “Are you prepared for a lesson in perspective Grand Admiral? Are you prepared to learn how effectual of a lover you are?”

Thrawn knows that no matter his answer, he is about to find out.

You lean down and kiss along his jaw and neck again, giving soft nips and bites to the skin as your fingers run along his abdominal muscles, your nails dragging along the hard flesh causing goosebumps to prickle along his skin.

“What to show you first… perhaps your fingers… your cock…? No, I believe I wish you to experience your silver tongue first” you muse, more to yourself than him as Thrawn attempts to quell the rising wave of desire in his body.

Thrawn as had many encounters, with many men, women and everything that lays between or outside the binary. But for the first time, he considers that he may in fact, be out of his depth as you move over him, your plush thighs caging his face as your soaked folds hover just above his face. As his red eyes gaze up at your arousal, he’s determined to see this through, the grand admiral is nothing if not capable of adapting after all.

You lower yourself down onto his waiting mouth, his tongue lathing over your clit and he feels it, the white hot pleasure that causes him to groan into your cunt, his hands reach up to grip your thighs, his fingers digging into the flesh hard enough to leave bruises.

Its nothing like he’s ever experienced. He knows, physiologically speaking of course, that females tend to have more nerve endings down there, but he never expected anything to feel quite so euphoric as your magicks transmit the sensation of your pleasure to him. He eats you like a man starved, his lips and tongue working with a fervour even he didn’t know he was capable of as his untouched cock strains and twitches with the foreign feeling.

He’s moaning, groaning, he’s never usually this vocal, but each moan sends vibrations through your body to your core and in turn, sends those same feelings straight to his length. He feels the coil tighten, the molten hot pleasure in your belly about to burst and he knows that he will fall along with you, that if the band snaps and you climax, he won’t be able to withstand the sensations that will go along with it.

He doesn’t stop however, the desire to finish you and potentially himself is too strong. He stops breathing as his mouth and tongue bring you over the edge, he feels the wave as it crashes over you and him, he feels himself reach the peak along with you and lets out a sinfully loud moan that he would almost be embarrassed about if it didn’t feel so euphoric.

But just as he’s sure that he is about to spill ropes of his seed all over his belly, he feels a pressure at the base of his cock. He looks up at you from between your legs as you sit on his face as if you were some ancient queen and he was your throne, your hair mussed, your body slick with sweat and another one of those smiles gracing your mouth as you stare back down at him.

He knows he looks desperate. He knows that if his lips weren’t still occupied with your folds that he would be demanding, begging you to let him cum, to relieve the pressure and grant him release.

It’s never that simple with you though, is it?

You climb off his face, your legs shaking only slightly as you move around the bed, settling yourself down on his thighs. Thrawn feels the residual effects of your orgasm wash over him, the lingering pleasure subsiding as you stare down at him, your eyes fixed on his throbbing erection, the copious amounts of precum that he’s been leaking all over himself since the moment you sat on his face.

He wants to say something, anything, to attempt to regain some control, but he knows the moment he opens his mouth he’ll dissolve into a mess of begging and grovelling. He remains silent as he watches you, licking his lips to taste the last remainder of your release, feeling a pulse of arousal flow through him from your shared connection as he does.

“How do you feel now Grand Admiral?” your voice is steady; he wonders how anyone can remain so composed after feeling that amount of pleasure.

“I am now feeling relatively… affected” his voice is shaky, husky, a ghost of the commanding tenor he usually employs. You take him in your hand, your touch on his cock causing the both of you to let out a satisfied moan that mingles in the cold air of his quarters.

You position yourself above him, the blunt head of his length nudging your entrance and his mouth goes dry. Despite having been penetrated in the past he knows that this is going to be a vastly different experience. He’s proven correct when you sink down onto him, the both of you crying out in pleasure as you slowly lower yourself onto him.

It’s pleasure beyond anything he has ever experienced. The feeling of your warm, wet walls surrounding him, combined with the phantom feeling of being so full would be enough to send him over the edge into oblivion if it weren’t for that intangible pressure at the base of his cock stifling his release.

It’s when you begin moving that he feels as if he is about to white out from pleasure. The sound of skin on skin and your combined moans fills the room as you ride him. Thrawn can do nothing but grasp the sheets as your body moves up and down on top of him, as he feels the pressure begin to build from your connection again. He grits his teeth, letting out an almost animalistic growl as he feels your muscles tighten around him, his hips moving on their own accord pounding into you in sync with your own movements as you cry out his name.

Not his title, his name.

The phantom pressure releases from the base of his cock and he cums. Moaning and groaning as he experiences the most powerful orgasm of his life, shooting rope after rope of hot cum into your cunt, filling it so completely that it spills out of you, down his shaft, running over his balls and spills onto his sheets.

He must have blacked out for a second because when he opens his eyes you are already standing up on unstable legs, his seed running down your thighs and the whispy sensations appear to have left him.

Sitting up in bed, he fights a bout of dizziness as he looks over towards you, his breathing still ragged as he takes in your form, moving around his quarters as if you command his ship and not him.

“How do you feel Grand Admiral?” your voice is softer now tinged with a small amount of concern as your gaze travels over him, inspecting him.

“Satisfied” is all he says as you walk back over towards the bed and snuggle next to him, your head resting in the crook of his neck.

Yes the Grand Admiral is still not certain about how this engagement began, but he is very happy with how it ended.

@ele-millennial-weirdo @thrawnspetgoose @69fandom-fanatic69 @al-astakbar @blackmonitor @vibratingbonesbis @khapikat222 @novemberblueskyink

[superectojazzmage]

Ahsoka Review

So far, this show is like a weird middle ground on the whole rollercoaster of quality that has been the Disney+ Star Wars shows. It’s nowhere near as fantastic as Mandalorian seasons 1 and 2, Bad Batch, and Andor. But it’s also not anywhere as godawful as Kenobi, Book of Boba Fett, and Mandalorian season 3 ended up being.

Acting is all over the place. On one end, you have Ray Stevenson (God rest his soul), Natasha Liu Bordizzo, Eman Esfandi, Diana Lee Inosanto, Clancy Brown, and David Tennant all giving great or at least good performances but occasionally hitting points where they’re clearly struggling to make their dialogue sound like actual human speech. On the other end you have Rosario Dawson talking like she’s either weirdly smug or on Valium with no in-between; my feelings on her as Ahsoka have definitely soured a lot as time goes on, she’s just so emotionless and robotic and when she isn’t doing that, she comes off as unlikably self-righteous. And then you have Mary Elizabeth Winstead really trying her best despite not being a great pick for Hera and Ivanna Sakhno who hasn’t really gotten much of anything to do so far.

Writing is even more hit and miss. One second, it’s perfectly serviceable, the next very clunky, but it’s never really as good as in most other Star Wars works. It’s a bit like the dialogue in the Prequels; more concerned with conveying exposition to the audience than sounding like natural conversation. Some of the character interactions work really well, some don’t. Some of the humor lands really great, some doesn’t.

Music is absolutely AMAZING. Kevin Kiner is a godsend.

Fight scenes are pretty good. Not groundbreaking but definitely enjoyable. Choreography is good and the characters usually actually feel like they’re trying to kill each other rather than getting way too showy like the Prequels could. Sabine and Shin’s dual definitely is going to awaken things in the lesbians.

The story succumbs to the “making things too complicated and messy and lore-breaking” flaw that the Sequels did. What is the point of this Star Map when the Imperial Remnant is already in contact with Thrawn? How is Thrawn in contact with the Remnant AT ALL given that he’s apparently in a different galaxy entirely? Why was the Map hidden away in an old Nightsister temple like it’d been there for centuries instead of being in Imperial Remnant custody and how did Morgan know it would lead to Thrawn? How did Nightsisters even get ahold of this thing? Who are these mysterious extragalactic beings? I’m sure some of these mysteries will be explained as we go, but I’m also kinda scared they WON’T be and I furthermore feel like the story is just throwing in unnecessary complications; literally why are we dropping the world-breaking bombshell of going to another galaxy instead of just having Thrawn be in the Unknown Regions like in Legends? The whole “bootstrapping a bunch of hyperdrives together” thing would actually kinda make sense if they were just going to the Unknown Regions, but another galaxy entirely?

”It’s not loyalty, it’s greed”. I see we will NOT be having any moral complexity in our Star Wars today. Especially hilarious because Ahsoka’s assessment there doesn’t even match the events onscreen at all and the situation actually portrayed feels very much like it should have depth to it, the show just doesn’t want to acknowledge it. Disappointing, given how good of a job Andor and early Mandalorian did at depicting things in a nuanced light.

This show tips the New Republic from merely over-stretched, over-bureaucratic, and deeply flawed to downright criminally incompetent. It was one thing when Mando season 3 showed one or two Imperial spies subverting the broken system for their own ends. It’s another for this show to have AN ENTIRE MAJOR SHIPYARD be Imperial spies operating directly under the Republic’s nose. It’s like they’re trying to make us feel happy the First Order is gonna blow it up.

Pacing is… odd. It’s a very easygoing and slow story, which is very good as it gives the characters and events time needed to breathe, but there are times where it can feel like it’s really dragging out scenes that other stories would’ve sped through in the name of getting to the damn point.

Bizarrely, despite this being supposedly being Ahsoka’s show, every other character feels much more meaningful, likable, and pivotal to the narrative. Sabine is a great protagonist, Hera is still the Space Mom we know and love, Huyang is a fun sidekick, Baylen Skoll is really interesting as an antagonist, Thrawn and Ezra cast a palatable shadow over the plot without even directly appearing, and so on. Meanwhile Ahsoka feels like a prop.

Thank God Chopper is still committing war crimes.

The best way I can describe the plot so far is like it’s somehow simultaneously holding itself back and doing too much, if that makes sense. It’s jumping into territory that could easily hurt it and other works in the setting, but also seems too antsy to commit to doing something genuinely daring.

All in all, this is pretty much Rebels Season 5 but in live action, and it’s a very hit and miss affair. It’s enjoyable so far, but I’ll have to see what direction Filoni takes the subsequent episodes in before deciding whether or not this is a good series or goes in the “not my canon” trashcan.

[burnwater13]

There she was again. Morgan Elsbeth. Grogu really didn’t want to dream about her any more. He didn’t want to hear her name. He didn’t want anyone to mention Corvus. He definitely didn’t want think about her escaping from the New Republic and gallivanting around the known galaxy causing trouble. 

He supposed the one good thing about her was that she hadn’t had any idea who he was. When she wanted his dad to go after a Jedi, she wasn’t talking about Grogu. He was grateful for that, although it meant that another Jedi had been in her sights. Ahsoka Tano. But Ahsoka was an accomplished person who knew up from down and could work out how to handle that witch. 

Yes, Grogu had learned that Morgan Elsbeth was a Nightsister, one of the Force wielding witches who had inhabited Dathomir. His connection with Ahsoka Tano hadn’t all been her learning stuff about him. He had learned plenty about her as well. Including information about the Nightsisters, Dathomir, someone named Darth Maul, and of course, Morgan Elsbeth. He kind of wished he hadn’t.

He knew that was selfish on his part. At the Jedi Temple he had been taught, along with many other younglings, that with the ability to work with the Force came a duty to protect people from those who would use it to harm them and the balance of the Universe. 

At the time, that had all sounded very abstract. And while he had plenty of examples of what that really meant since he’d left the Jedi Temple, there were times, like this one, that he felt just like that confused youngling. Why did there have to be good and bad? Why did people hurt each other? Why did the cool side of the pillow feel better than the warm side? He knew they were all interconnected, some how. 

Grogu liked the cool side of the pillow, but it was fleeting. Contact with the pillow changed its temperature. It became warm. It needed to be flipped over to be cooler again. Master Yoda had said that when the Force was in balance it was like that. You enjoyed part of it and then you had to do something to get what you wanted back. You had to keep making small adjustments. 

Grogu had learned that some people didn’t care to make adjustments, large or small. They just wanted what they wanted. Those were the people who went around and took all the pillows and didn’t let anyone else have one because they only wanted the cool side. 

The funny thing was, that taking all the pillows so they could sleep on them one by one to always have the cool side was a lot of work. First you had to collect them. Then you had to set them all up so you could swap them out for the pillow that had warmed up. Then you had to manage what you did with the warm ones until they were cool again and do that over and over. 

Grogu understood how, maybe if you had two pillows, you could just move from one to the other, but taking all the pillows was just mean. It meant that no one else could have the cool side, or even the warm side. They just couldn’t have pillows at all. That was very unbalanced. You’re surrounded by pillows and no one else can even touch one. Not even if your little and your pillow is little and you can’t rest your big ol’ Mandalorian head on it anyone because it’s just too small. 

Ahhh. That must have been why Grogu had dreamed of Morgan Elsbeth. He had been playing a game of keep away with his dad. 

The Mandalorian liked to sleep on a certain number of pillows. Typically, it was one more than he had handy. So he had been know to pick up and use Grogu’s pillow, from time to time. Now, to be fair, Grogu started with a pillow in his hammock and then, over the course of the night, he’d push it off the hammock and it would whack his dad in the head. Really the helmet, because once a Mandalorian, always a Mandalorian. 

Grogu had gotten a little frustrated with that and just so happened to think of the game keep away that he and Ian used to play at the Jedi Temple. So… his dad fell asleep and rolled to one side and Grogu snagged one of his pillows, using the Force. Then his dad rolled to the other side and Grogu grabbed the other pillow with the Force. Then he arranged the pillows on his hammock and slept right on top of all three of them. 

Which was great until his dad woke up, saw the pillows and took two of them back. Then Grogu woke up and it started all over again. They both woke up with the pillows on the floor and feeling pretty cranky with one another. 

“Buddy, you could have just told me your pillow was too small. I’ll give you one of the big ones. I just need a pillow for my back. The smaller pillow will work just fine for that.”

Wow. That was such an easy fix. All they had to do was talk to each other. They really already had just what they needed and it would have been a lot less effort than playing keep away. Dang.

Maybe that’s what people like Morgan Elsbeth needed to learn. Or maybe they just needed to go to a different galaxy and leave this one alone. Either way, Grogu was pretty sure they could achieve balance in the Force.