#thrawn has a new friend

[guestiguess]

appreciation post for @frogunderarock

[2stepadmiral]

Now that I’ve gushed about Thrawn, I can talk about Ezra. I’ve been so focused on Thrawn and Anakin that seeing Ezra wasn’t as high a priority for me, but seeing him now had me grinning ear to ear. He was perfectly portrayed, still a lovable goofball, though he’s clearly wiser and a bit more mature. I mean come on, he sees his best friend for the first time in nine years, nine years he spent trying to evade Thrawn’s forces and survive who knows what on Peridea, and his reaction is not shock or running immediately to embrace her, but to lean against a building out of her immediate field of view and call out that he knew he could count on her, simultaneously announcing his presence, greeting her, saying that he’s okay, and welcoming her, before joking about her timing to ease them both into their old banter. Seeing them together again was an absolute delight, their chemistry is both so reminiscent of their old relationship, yet different, like they have both aged and grown and changed and are still able to communicate like they used to. They banter and poke at each other, but you can see the extent of their emotions beyond the dialogue, and it’s wonderful.

It breaks my heart, thought, that Sabine is hiding the circumstances of her arrival for the moment. She assures him that his plan worked, but she won’t tell him anything else. She knows that Ezra would want to hear so much about what’s happened since he’s been gone, how Lothal has rebuilt and thrived, how Hera and Jacen are doing, Zebs commission with the New Republic pilot core, Rex’s and Kallus’ peaceful retirements, Wedge’s part in destroying both Death Stars, and the defeat of the Empire. Considering how determined to defeat the Sith he was, Ezra would especially want to hear about Luke and how Luke is rebuilding the Jedi order. He would definitely want to know where Luke is so he can meet him and do his part to help in that endeavor.  but telling him any of that would force Sabine to admit that her presence there came at a cost, and that cost is likely undoing the victory he sacrificed so much to acquire by stopping Thrawn.

[ceapa-mica]

How to befriend Grand Admiral Thrawn

I AM SO BACK! And I wanna thank my friend @thrawnsboots for some ideas for this. 💙

SFW | reader is gender neutral

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You want to become Thrawn's friend? Let me tell you how to gain friendship points with the Grand Admiral.

Work hard and contribute good strategies and ideas to his plans.

Be willing to take responsibility for mistakes and errors you've made.

Dare criticize him. Your co-workers would never. Thrawn is glad you're open and honest with him about your concerns.

Thrawn appreciates people he can trust and who keep their promises. Honesty and reliability matters a lot to him.

Show genuine interest in his art collection, and don't mind him explaining art for hours.

You can impress him with knowledge, specifically about art, culture and war. Even more so if he isn't familiar with the knowledge you're sharing with him.

If you want to spend time with him, be prepared for intense sparring lessons in his personal dojo.

Respect Thrawn's boundaries. Period. That goes for both, emotional and physical. If he doesn't want to talk about himself, accept it and move on, and don't be clingy.

Keep in mind that he's a busy man. So don't be disappointed if he doesn't seek you out outside of work all the time.

Learn to read his facial expressions. Thrawn's very good at hiding what he feels and thinks. Only those closest to him can read him, and when you do, he knows putting effort into your friendship is worth it.

Share your hobbies with him if you can. Cook a meal, knit him socks etc. He will appreciate your efforts.

Remember what he likes. How does he like his caf? Favorite artists? Favorite music? Favorite holonovels etc.

Gift giving is one of Thrawn's love languages (platonic & romantic), along with acts of service. He appreciates when you return the favor. Love languages are a two way street!

Let Thrawn feel included. As a Grand Admiral he has a certain reputation to maintain of course. When off-duty, he won't mind if you treat him like you're on the same eye level though. Less formality and more deep conversations.

Make sure Thrawn knows you see him as the man he is. Not only as the powerful Grand Admiral but as an autistic art nerd with an extraordinary mind.

You know you've gained maximum friendship points with this man when he chuckles over one of your jokes

Be prepared to go out of your comfort zone. Thrawn will encourage you to try new things, whether it's food, art or work related.

Thrawn is hard to befriend, but once you manage to earn this man's friendship, he's a loyal soul who will stop at nothing to support you unconditionally and who brings out the best qualities of yourself.

Let me know in the comments what you think or if I missed anything. 💙

[m-feline]

No way out but his arms

Emperor Thrawn x Empress reader

You didn't choose to be the Empress. But Thrawn has his ways to get you to submit.

Picture made by @netmors

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 (TBA)

All you could do was sit and watch outside the viewport to the bustling city below you. Once upon a time, you would have been in awe of the sight of Coruscant at night. But these days nothing made you happy. You barely recall the days when you were truly happy. You had loving parents, loving brothers and sisters, friends, and most importantly hope of something better. But now it was all gone. All because the Empire came back and its heir Grand Admiral Thrawn made a quick and unstoppable campaign to remove the New Republic before it could even settle down the government. In a matter of barely two years, the Grand Admiral became the new Emperor.

The first thing he did was to find you. And take you away. He left your family alive, of course he did, but in your eyes they were all now hostages to keep you obeying him. He knew very well that your parents were rebel sympathizers from the start. He had approached you a long time ago before the battle of Yavin, in order to expose them. What neither of you didn't expect was for him to become obsessed with you. He fell for your courage, your wisdom for your age, how you saw the big picture of things, your demure, but most importantly, your loyalty to a cause. He wanted all of it to stay at his side. He knew you would eventually betray the Empire. And when he went missing he wasn't surprised to later figure out that your family now stood at the side of the Republic. But you were still the same despite all that. Seeking a way to improve the lives of your people. The Republic didn't aid in that, in fact, Thrawn was sure if you would have stood as one of the Moff’s you could have made so much progress. But, if you stood at his side as an Empress, you could do so much more.

And here you were now, the Empress of the Empire, locked away in the most luxurious prison there ever was. Surrounded by the most lavish items, clothes, and art pieces that anyone could ever imagine. Servants coming for your every beck and call, people trying to impress you by words and sometimes even in actions. But it all felt as if your prison cell got wider, and your chains heavier.

Your family were humble nobles in the Mid Rim. They were now living in a big house with servants as many as any other nobles could have. They missed nothing. Well, you all missed one thing. Your big brother, who died in the hands of the Empire as he tried to lift the rebels again against the new Empire. But he barely created a handful of cells when he was discovered and dealt with. Your whole family should have been wiped out, but the Emperor, your husband, left it only with restrictions on the planet for the next three decades. Nothing too serious, but nowhere to hide if anyone ever tried the same again.

So now, your family was under so much surveillance that even you knew what it meant. If you made the Emperor angry enough your family was the first to go. You had resisted in the beginning very adamantly but after your brother's death and a call from your parents, all your fighting ceased. The reason Thrawn wanted you was for you to lead politically while he led the military. You didn't want to aid him, but if you didn't your family would pay the price. You shivered at the thought as you looked at your collection of jewelry waiting to be chosen for tonight's banquet. But those jewels were chains that kept you tied to him. You didn't want to attend but that could be just enough to anger Thrawn. What would people say when the Empress won't attend the Emperor's banquet? You sighed and simply turned to look at the view again. The servants will pick whatever would fit the gown and the occasion. You simply didn't care. You simply had to endure this event since it was the first one after your brother’s death.

Your mental preparation was interrupted as the doors opened and your husband walked in with two dark troopers at his side. All the servants stopped what they were doing and bowed their heads. You simply turned to see him with a solemn face. Unlike the previous Emperor, Thrawn always wore white and never hid his face under robes. He wore his plaques with pride, after becoming the Emperor, he raised his military rank to Supreme Admiral. Besides his white uniform and rank plaques, he now also wore a long white cape when he wasn't leading any ships. The cape bellowed as he walked to you. He just needed to raise his right hand and everyone around you scattered and left you alone with him. You didn't want to talk with him so you turned to face the viewport again.

“I see that you haven't progressed in selecting your attire for tonight,” Thrawn said as he eyed the jewels set for you to pick and leave untouched. “Do you have trouble choosing or are you simply stalling?”

“You know perfectly well what it is,” You said with a voice as cold as you can muster.

“Sometimes I wish I didn't,” Thrawn sighed and stepped to stand right behind you. “You do realize that your reluctance will bring more damage to you than it does to my image.” You tried to call out all of your self-control to not turn and say a few selected words that you have been holding in. It is one thing, to make things difficult and simply be slow or uncooperative. But a straight-out rebellion against him would indeed cause losses that you weren't ready to face.

“There is a rumor going on again,” Thrawn said leaning to your ear. “The Empress fights against the Emperor and is held against her will in the palace. Some people even mentioned another lover.”

“That's outrageous. There is no such thing,” You said angrily. If there was something you hated more than him, it was the ridiculous rumors and people who tried to benefit from them. “I'm not stupid enough to even try to cheat on you.”

“Of course not, especially if it will take down your family,” Thrawn said and placed his arms around you. You resisted the urge to push yourself away, you weren't in the mood for any of his approaches. Besides, you discourage yourself when sometimes you feel yourself falling under his touch as your body yearns his caresses. But not now, and not today.

“But the rumors still exist, and something must be done before someone unnecessarily gets hurt. You wouldn't want that, would you?” Thrawn asked.

“No, I don't,” You said, trying to keep yourself unaffected by his silent threat.

“Good, now I think our best way to put an end to these ridiculous rumors is for us to share a bed again,” Thrawn said. It was never simply to share the bed with him and you knew it. You would share not only the bed but the room and the bathroom. But it was his way to cut down the absurd rumors. A way that you both hated and regrettably enjoyed. But not now, not when your brother had died not so long ago.

“I’ll set time for later before you leave again for another campaign,” You said with a diplomatic voice.

“No, tonight right after the banquet,” Thrawn said as his grip on you got tighter. “I can't let some pest take the opportunity and try to approach my wife. My Empress.”

“I don't feel like it tonight. I don't feel so well,” You said, and you weren't lying. You always needed time to prepare yourself whenever you were meant to spend a night with Thrawn. Not just physically but especially mentally.

“Tonight, my dear,” Thrawn said with a tone that left no room for arguments. You tried to pry yourself off of his embrace and you did get away but only because he allowed it. That only meant one thing.

“I heard your little sister is progressing well in the Imperial Academy,” Thrawn said, looking out at the viewport that you were looking at before. Just hearing about your sister made your blood run cold. “It is delightful to hear that someone in your family does their best to live up to you. I certainly don't wish for her to get involved in anything unpleasant.”

“Stay away from her,” You tried to sound menacing but your voice broke. Just the thought of losing another sibling felt so dreadful.

“Maybe we should visit her sometimes. Or better yet invite her to the palace. I'm sure she would enjoy seeing her older sister again,” Thrawn said, ignoring your pathetic threat.

“You will not hurt her,” You said again and failed again at sounding serious.

“Now why would I ever do that?” Thrawn asked as if he had no idea. “Your sister isn't involved in anything treasonous. Yet.” Thrawn turned to leave, and you couldn't help but let the words slip from you like the bursting dam.

“Wait! Please,” You cried. Thrawn stopped but didn't turn to face you. You grabbed at your robe as you tried to push your pride away and do what needed to be done to save your family. “Please, I… I…”

“You what?” Thrawn asked, his tone turned cold.

“I will share the bed with you,” You finally let words out as sobs.

“I'm not convinced,” Thrawn said as he turned to face you but his voice was still cold. This wasn't the first time so you knew what he wanted. He wanted you to submit and to beg for his love. It angered him that he had gotten this obedience through threats. If only you'd be like that from the beginning. One day, he might truly kill your family, and then the last chain to keep tamed would disappear. Fortunately, your family wasn't a small one. And hopefully just losing one brother will be enough.

You walked close to him and dropped to your knees before him. You reached for his gloved hand and kissed it softly.

“Please, forgive my rude behavior, husband,” You said between kisses. Thrawn didn't say anything, he just looked down on your crumbled appearance. You knew this wouldn't be enough. “Please, tell me how I can make it up to you.”

“I have some ideas,” Thrawn said, his voice finally growing warm. You let out a sigh of relief. He wasn't angry anymore. He wasn't going after your little sister, for now.

Thrawn gently grabbed your chin with the hand you had kissed a moment ago and made you look up to him. He had no trouble seeing the tears on your cheeks. Yet he still made you rise to stand before him. His eyes burned you as he kept eye contact.

“Remove the robe,” Thrawn said. You did as told since you knew that if you tried to disobey, tomorrow your little sister would be framed as a traitor.

The robe fell to the floor in a pool around your feet, what was left on you was a silk chemise that left you back more open that it barely could be called decent. Thrawn wasted no time in placing his hands on the skin now bare for him. His hands started from your sides and slowly went up and down. His thumbs just barely came to you breasts but still passed at the underside of your bosom. You tried to keep yourself steeled but failed miserably as a moan escaped your lips when his hands came to the hem of your chemise and dipped under the fabric. Thrawn didn't make it any easier as he latched to neck and began to kiss and suck a pulse point. He marked you from the neck and aroused you from below. You worried that he might take it further but at the same time wished he would get you off fast. And then he stopped and simply watched at his work on your neck.

“Wear the ruby necklace, it hides from afar these marks,” Thrawn said. “But it shows anyone near us to whom you belong.”

“Yes, your majesty,” You said in defeat. Thrawn kissed you sweetly to the forehead and then to your lips. When his lips parted from yours you could tell he was trying to hold back. His eyes devoured your look with the wrinkled chemise and the marks he left on you.

“Come to me after ten and ask me to leave the guests, then I’ll take you to my chambers,” Thrawn said, his voice slightly growling.

“Yes, your majesty,” You said, fixing your chemise. Thrawn was about to leave but he stopped and half turned to you.

“Remember you must come to me,” He said before he turned completely and left the room.

You waited till the doors shut behind him and then you fell to your knees and cried. You thought you were ready to face anything but your were proven wrong once again. Thrawn wasn't someone to be underestimated. He knew you better than yourself. He knew how to bend you and how to break you. And unless you bend as he wanted he most certainly would break you. You learned that the hard way. Now you had bent your will in time. Otherwise he would have made the coming night intolerable for you.

You wiped your face and tried to steel yourself again. You had now the time to change dress and the banquet before you would have been with him alone again. If you did well your sister will be fine. If you pleased him then perhaps you could convince him to let at least her out of his hostages. You had to prepare yourself.

The servant came in and helped you to change. No one said anything about the mark on your neck. They got you the necklace Thrawn had mentioned and found a dress that matched it. They offered to hide the marks with make up but you told them to stop. Thrawn wanted the rumors to die and hiding the marks wouldn't achieve that.

If you played the loving wife and Empress your family would live. Did they know what you had to do for them? Would they understand? That scared you as much as losing them. If they would hate you for what you had become, the trap had just gotten tighter around you. If you'd stop and fight back Thrawn would end them and your home would burn.

You had no other way to save them but lie in the arms of the man who was now the Emperor.

[vaehbae]

Sabine Still Has Nightmares...

(MY ART! Please credit if reposted) THIS STORY ISN'T MINE! ( This is from someone who anonymously posted in the question thing. I really liked it and decided to make a little sketch based off of it~ Thank you to whoever wrote this <3 ) “It’s also quite possible that your friend is dead…”

Sabine woke with a start, her heart racing and her body drenched in sweat. She frantically looked around the room as the all too familiar sensation of a panic attack threatened to consume her.

Her eyes fell on Ezra sleeping peacefully a few feet away and her body and mind started to relax. He wasn’t dead like Thrawn had assumed. He was alive and well and here with her.

She sighed and put her head in her hands, taking a couple deep breaths, before getting up and taking a seat at the foot of Ezra’s bed.

As she looked him over, there was so much she wanted to tell him. So much she wanted to hear from him too. But it could wait until the morning.

Despite the time that had passed, Ezra was still the same person Sabine had apprehended and later come to love. He had grown quite handsome and the beard suited him she thought, though she’d never admit it to him.

She recognized the scar on his cheek from a fight he and Kanan had had with some inquisitors, but his body was littered with new scars as well as a few bumps and bruises here and there. She gently traced the scar on his cheek with her fingers as well as a particularly bad scar on one of his muscular arms, causing him to awake to her touch.

“Morning already?” he asked, rubbing his eyes.

“No,” Sabine replied, shaking her head, “I had a nightmare.”

“What about?”

“It’s not important.”

Sabine could tell Ezra didn’t believe her, but he refrained from asking anything else.

There was a small pause with the two of them just taking the other in.

“Come here” Ezra said, pulling back the covers.

“A-are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Sabine climbed into bed beside him and he instinctively moved closer and wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her cheek, speaking sweet nothings to her until she dozed off and the nightmare was a thing of the past.

Sabine smiled in her sleep that night because for the first time in ten years she felt truly safe. -

Again! I absolutely love this! I would love to read story like these in the future ^^

[starplusfourletters]

Dark Force Rising rant incoming

So I’m open to the possibility that I am Enjoying the Media Incorrectly buuuuuuuuuuuuut Dark Force Rising is a comedy, right? Like, approaching a farce? If I were in charge of turning this into a movie my first step would be to get Chuck Jones on the line. But in that way I think it captures the OT energy perfectly because, like, the OT is very campy. I’d low-key started to forget that. Hey Disney I just remembered this is supposed to be fun

Come to Dark Force Rises we have:

Mara “No Really I’m Still Going to Kill Luke Skywalker” Jade. Mara “Imperial Policymaker” Jade. Mara “But I Thought I Was the Emperor’s Special-est Killing Machine” Jade. Mara “The Problem With the Modern Empire Is No One Trusts Each Other Anymore :’(” Jade. Mara “Exotic Dancer???” Jade. Mara “Has a Backdoor Access Code to All Imperial Star Destroyers and Is Somehow Still Bitter About Losing Her Position” Jade. She is nothing like what I expected and I love her

Luke “Lesbian Energy” Skywalker [Stand aside, Multiday Character Bonding Hiking Trip – Multiday Character Bonding Road Trip (in what I’m picturing as a Toyota Corolla) is coming]

Leia “What to Expect When You’re Expecting Everyone Else to Get on Your Motherfucking Level” Organa Solo

Han “The Clever One” Solo

Wedge “Fundamentally Just Some Guy” Antilles

Lando “Please Let This Be a Normal Field Trip” Calrissian

Taron “Work Friend Accidentally Becomes Real Friend” Karrde. Unfortunately he’s the only killable protag currently on the field soooooo

And then we have Thrawn. Poor sweet Thrawn. My guy. He’s playing 3D chess and everyone else – they’re not just eating the pieces, they’re losing the pieces entirely on accident. He’s always two steps ahead, but the protags have wandered off the trail because they saw something shiny. He sees the other characters start acting more and more erratic and he’s like “at last! My adversaries have developed a more intricate strategy!” and goes veering off in a different direction, and then smash cut to the protags being like “…wait he literally had us that time where did he go?” He’s flying circles around a New Republic plot that straight up doesn’t exist. He manages to capture the Falcon but ends up handing it to Luke as a gift-wrapped getaway car because of shenanigans he simply had no way to predict. He just wants an int-build playmate and every other character min/maxed charisma. He’s rapidly becoming my scrunkly meow meow

[al-astakbar]

> title ☆ Where Silence Is Their Only Refuge

> summary ☆ The night before checking into your new unit, you meet a masked stranger at a bar who can't keep his eyes off you.

> pairing ☆ Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader ☆ word count [4.2k] ☆ warnings ☆ anal sex; leg riding; dirty talk; one night stand; clothed male, naked female (the mask stays ON)

> posted on ao3

a/n: i know i'm a thrawn blog but i had to get this out of my system

The first thing you notice is him. 

You clock him right away, first because he’s wearing a mask— a ridiculous black balaclava printed to look like a skull on the part that covers his nose and mouth and Covid is over so what is he even doing? He’s sitting at the far end of the bar. He has his hood up and a tumbler of whisky in front of him— and second, you can’t not notice how big he is. He’s hunched over, but that doesn’t really hide it, doesn’t do much to diminish the breadth of his chest and shoulders. 

You take a seat, order for yourself. Just need to relax, and this bar, the Green Door, is the perfect place to do that. It’s decorated like a speakeasy, and it’s busy, but not so crowded as to be claustrophobic. And it’s far enough from the base that you can come in here and not expect anyone to pay you much attention. 

Except for him. 

No one pays you any attention except for him. 

You force a quick smile when you first look up to find him staring at you, figuring it’s just one of those awkward accidental eye contact moments. He probably came here to relax and people watch, like you did. To enjoy being alone in a crowd. But the second time you catch him, you’re in the midst of struggling your jacket off. His gaze fixes on you, holds yours intently even after you notice his interest, and you could swear his eyes flick down minutely to your tits, straining your shirt as you try to free your arms from your sleeves. 

A blush creeps up your neck -- not just because of the alcohol -- and interest takes hold and digs its claws into you. There’s black smudged all around his eyes. In fact, every inch of his skin is covered in some way. He’s even wearing gloves. 

You should just dismiss him as a weirdo. He obviously doesn’t want to be bothered. 

But for some reason you can’t stop looking over at him. You can tell yourself all you want that it’s simple curiosity.

Despite everything else there is to look at in this bar-- the ornate wood paneling, the old framed photos, the bottles of liquor on display, all the other people -- every circuit your gaze takes over the crowd ends at him. 

You shift in your seat, crossing and then recrossing your legs because suddenly you feel warm.

He gets up once to go to the restroom and you notice how tall he is. He threads through the high top tables, never quite touching anyone despite his broad shoulders. He moves gracefully, confidently. Like a predator.

Somehow, in over an hour and a half of sneaking glances, you never once see him take a sip of his drink. You can see that it’s emptying slowly. He orders another and that one gradually disappears too. 

Intrigue pulls at you, and below it, an undercurrent of desire. 

Who is he? You could leave with him. To your hotel room, or wherever he lives. It would be quick and hard and anonymous and exactly what you need. As soon as you allow yourself that one possibility, it’s like a switch flips and then you can’t stop thinking about pulling off his mask and kissing him. What it would feel like to be pinned under him, how big his hands would be on your waist--

He looks up, like he can feel the weight of your gaze on him, and there’s a glint in his eyes, like he can see every lurid fantasy racing through your mind.

You quickly busy yourself looking at nothing on your phone. 

Eventually, the five seats between you and him are all empty. A group of friends comes in and one of the girls asks you if you would mind moving so they could all sit together. No problem. You get up and they all sit down and then there’s only one seat left. The one next to the masked man. 

You almost don’t take it. Your drink is just melting ice at this point, and it’s getting late. You could just head back to your hotel room— you know you should, it’ll be an early morning for you tomorrow— but the draw is too strong. 

You look up as you pull the stool out, and find him staring right back. You give him a tight smile, suddenly flustered as you put your glass down on the bar. You don’t know why you brought it with you. 

“Sorry,” you say to him. “They all wanted to sit together.”

“‘s’alright.”

He’s British. That piques your interest even more. British means he almost certainly doesn’t work at the base, you’d have no risk of an awkward run-in when you check in with the unit tomorrow. Another reason you’d chosen this bar. 

He nods to your empty glass. “Buy you another one, doll?” 

His voice makes you melt. It’s low and gravelly, hoarse like he’s spent long stretches in silence with no one to talk to.  And it makes his offer of a drink seem like a much better idea than it actually is. “Um. Sure. Thanks.”

He flags down the bartender and orders a double bourbon for himself. “And for the lady…?” He prompts you.

“The same, please.” And why… “‘doll’?” You question the unusual term of endearment.

He looks you up and down, then shrugs his massive shoulders as if to prove his point. “You’re a little thing, aren’t you.”

You raise your glass to him once it’s placed in front of you. Maybe now you’ll actually get to see a glimpse of his face. “Thanks.” You repeat. He smells good, like freshly-milled lumber, strangely, and leather polish and gun oil and just a hint of floral shampoo.

He raises his glass too, and this close, you see his eyes are brown, verging on hazel. Framed by light lashes. Very pretty. 

Blushing. You’re blushing so hard and he doesn’t miss it. He clinks with you, and peels up the bottom edge of his mask-- god, his hands are big-- and drinks. His jaw is strong, his lips not too full. He might have scars, but you can’t quite tell in the dim lighting.

You look away quickly, feeling as though you’ve intruded on a private moment that wasn’t meant for you. You try to think of something to start a conversation. Anything, even as banal as -- “are you from around here?”

“No. You?”

“No.”

Beyond that, you don’t exchange two words. 

Sitting shoulder to shoulder with him, it’s even more evident how much bigger he is than you. Taller, broader. His baggy zip-up hoodie does little to conceal the bulk of his arms and back, and his legs-- fuck, his legs-- his legs are powerful and long, he’s got his knees jammed up against the bar. 

You can feel the tension he’s holding. Maybe he can’t think of anything to say either. Too quickly, you finish the drink he bought you, sitting with him in silence, your heart beating hard. 

“Well. Thanks for the drink.” You’re about to get up, and you wish you weren’t leaving alone. Something about this man makes your blood run hot, and all you’ve done is make eye contact and sit next to him. You hesitate, gathering your jacket and purse, the words on the tip of your tongue, until they come tumbling out and you can’t quite believe you actually say it. “I’m staying near here, it’s not too far.” Your eyes meet his. The meaning is clear.

He slugs back the rest of his drink and tosses some bills on the bar. “Lead the way, then.”

**

He’s on you the moment the door closes. He seems to be able to read exactly what you want, and is even more enthusiastic to give it to you. To hear your breath hitch, to feel your nails scrape across his back, to see pleasure written across your face. 

He slips one arm around your waist, his other hand at your hip. The closer he pulls you to him, the smaller and more delicate you feel, and it’s intoxicating. 

He’s already hard. You can feel the ridge of his erection, hot and straining against your stomach through layers of clothes. 

“That’s what I get for staring at you all night,” he rumbles. 

“And if I hadn’t sat next to you?”

He rasps a laugh. “Would’ve gone home alone and imagined it was you while I fucked my hand.”

You bite back a moan at the image. Of this man, needy and desperate, making himself come apart. He buries his still-masked face against your neck and gives a low, appreciative sound when he feels you open your legs wider so he can slot his knee between them. 

He’s so big. He has you up against the wall, nearly lifted off your feet as he tightens his grip on your waist. “That’s it, doll,” he urges you to grind on his thigh but you can’t get much leverage. You wrap your arms around his broad, muscled shoulders and he picks you up with one arm, carries you over to the couch. He lets himself fall backwards on it with you on top of him.

You brace your hands on his chest, just needing to feel him. Needing-- you hesitate, wanting to reach for his mask, searching his pretty, blond-lashed eyes for permission before you try anything.

“Nah. It’s not coming off.” He says, quiet but firm. 

You nod, then lean down and press your lips softly to where you think his mouth is. Too bad. You’d really wanted to kiss him. His hand plays at the hem of your shirt, and you get the message, quickly stripping it off along with your bra, too turned on and eager for him to be coy or shy about any of this. Next, your pants and underwear, which requires briefly standing up and all at once you’re completely bare in front of him, and he still has his gloves on.

He pats his leg, a wicked gleam in his eyes. The bulge in his trousers is even more pronounced now. You straddle him again, cupping his length through the fabric and he groans and rips off his gloves like he can’t stand not to touch you directly. He has rough, callused hands that he doesn’t apologize for, but his bare skin on yours sears your nerves, makes you grind your naked cunt down on his thigh. 

“You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that?” 

“I do, actually. But you can tell me again if you want.”

That gets a low chuckle. “Cheeky.”

Every little bit of vulnerability you give him, he rewards twofold. He kneads your hip and thigh as you start to ride his leg, urging you to take what you need. With his other hand he’s palming himself through his trousers, rubbing slowly, clearly enjoying the show you’re putting on. When you reach down to play with your clit, his gaze follows, and he watches intently as you show him how you like it. But after a moment he catches your wrist, easily encircling it in his much larger hand.  

“What--?” You were just getting in a rhythm. You resist him, trying to pull away, but he tightens his grip, enough to warn you that he could take whatever he wanted, if he felt like it. 

“None of that yet. Want to see you cum just on my leg. Can you do that for me?” 

A powerful shock of need pulses through you, and you find yourself nodding because fuck, you’d do anything he asked right now. 

You reposition slightly for a better angle, it puts your breasts right in his face and he kisses them, masked. His breath is hot through the cloth. You start to roll your hips, you’re so slick and shaking and needy and wild. All focused on him, on the point where your bodies touch. 

“There’s a good girl.” His eyes and his tone soften, an intense mix of tender and feral.

You’re not sure if you are, but you want to hear him say it again all the same. “I’m leaving a wet spot on your pants.” 

“I know, I can feel you soaking through. Making a mess.” He gives a low hum of a growl-- something about how you smell bloody divine-- and then he’s practically tearing open his button and fly to free his cock.  

He shoves down the material more, gets his balls out too, and you swear your mouth starts watering. He’s hard, and thick, all heavy and flushed with arousal.

And it hits you all at once. The feeling like you’re spinning, unstable, everything out of control and shifting, all stemming from your insatiable need for each other, wedded with the reassurance that you’re safe right here. You’re safe with him. 

“You should fuck me in the ass.” You blurt out. 

The man’s eyes snap to yours. Then he nods slowly, his hand rubbing over the plump curve of your hip.  “One look at my cock and you decide you want it up your arse.” He laughs, a low, rough sound.

“If you don’t want to, I mean--”

“I do.” His fingers quest along the cleft of your ass, just firm enough not to tickle, then they dip in, brush over your rim. “Fuck, I do. Keep going, doll. Just need to get you ready.” You hear the click of a bottle. Lube. He must have brought it with him. And you feel the cool, viscous sensation there on your skin, trickling down, followed by his warm fingers. Very gently, they start to massage your hole. Just the outside. No hurry at all. You brace yourself with one hand on his chest, looking him straight in the eyes. Can’t tear yourself away, and he meets you there, equally entranced. You can tell his lips are parted beneath his mask. 

He presses one in, just a little, testing you. 

You grip fistfuls of his hoodie, because it feels so, so good but it’s tight, your muscles gripping hard. “It’s-- ah-- it’s been a while.”

“We’ll go slow.” 

He’s watching you closely, gauging your expressions. He’s careful. He works his finger past the first knuckle. Pushes it in, pulls it out. All gentle and slow and slick. 

Arousal superheats your skin, all from the intense sensation of his finger there, stimulating all those nerve endings, and the continuous, rocking pressure against your clit. He bounces his leg a little when you go still.

“You know what you like.” He says it with warm praise, arousal making his voice hoarse. “Yeah. You just-- you just keep rubbing that pretty little cunt on my leg, I can feel you, how wet you are. Keep yourself busy while I get your tight arse ready for my cock.”

His length twitches when he pushes a second finger into you and you moan. It twitches when you roll your hips against his thigh. He loves feeling the heat of you. 

Shivers of impending pleasure ripple over your skin. When you start to cum, he doesn’t let you bury your face in his shoulder, though you try. He needs to see you. His free hand comes to cradle the back of your neck, tangles in your hair, and every time you start to drift, he pulls you back with a firm grip. His eyes lock with yours. There’s precum leaking steadily from his tip. His breathing is ragged and his hips jerk up involuntarily when he feels you start to clench around him. “That’s it, doll,” he repeats, encouragement in the filthiest terms spills from his lips, and he pumps his fingers into you urging your hips down, harder. 

Any lingering doubts, any last shreds of self consciousness are swept aside from the way he looks at you. You hold his gaze as long as you can, even as your climax begins to wash over you, until it’s too much-- his fingers in you making it that much more intense-- and your mouth parts in a lurid moan as it pulls you under.

Your eyes slip closed. You hear yourself, and him, almost in awe, muttering oh, fuck as it takes you and sweeps you away and you’re whimpering, shuddering, all at his mercy.

He settles you against his broad chest as you come down. He tucks your head under his chin, pets your hair. His fingers are still -- in you. Another spasm goes through you, a wave of residual pleasure that feels almost too much. He starts to pull them out but you clench down hard, involuntarily. So he doesn’t. He pumps them in and out. Lazy. Slow. 

You sigh. “I know what I like,” you repeat back to him, and the reality of it solidifies. You do know what you like, and have for a while, and it’s not anything to be embarrassed about, no need to hide. This man seems more than happy to help you with it and for a terrifying moment you think you’ll never want to let him out of this room.  

“That you do,” he agrees. 

You nuzzle into his neck, your next words muffled. “Please don’t stop.”

“Alright. But we’ve got to turn you over.”

Once he helps you onto your stomach -- legs wide, doll, wider, that’s it -- he adds more lube and begins again, stroking and massaging your rim with the same fingers he’d used before, letting them catch at your rim, slip in. Out. Again.

Two go in easily enough, and deep, he pushes them in to the second knuckle so you feel the rest of his hand there, and then he’s on to a third. This one isn’t easy. His hand is big, his fingers are big. But there’s no way you’ll be able to take his cock if you can’t manage this and you desperately want his cock. Want to feel him splitting you open, want to feel his weight on top of you and he pushes in, every last inch. 

“You’ve got three now,” he says, his voice strained with desire. “Tell me how it feels.”

Amazing. Every push and pull sends a new pulse of arousal to your clit. Everything you can’t put into words, so you have to just say: “really--unnh--  really good. Big.” 

“My cock’s bigger.” He pumps his three fingers in, slick, stretching your straining hole. “Fuck, I’m so fucking hard.” Looking out the corner of your eye, you see him stroking himself. 

“Please…” 

“Ready for more?”

His fingers retreat— movement— swiftly he’s up, over you, bringing your hips to his— then the blunt head of his cock touches your hole. 

You stay as still as you can, you’re as open and relaxed for him as you can be, and there is still that sweet, agonizing pressure of the first inch of his thick, hard shaft pushing past the tight ring of muscle.

The room is mostly silent, broken only by his groan of satisfaction as he sinks into you. He has his hand on your lower back to steady you. To ground himself, too, and to feel how your back tenses with each small movement. He likes how he can feel you trembling with the effort of taking him, he likes seeing your ass stretched wider and wider around his cock, probably the biggest you’ve ever taken.

Slowly, patiently, he overcomes your body’s reluctance, though your lust-clouded mind has already raced far ahead of you; several times you push back to meet him, too eager, and it stings and he has to stop you, has to go still himself, keep himself under control and not just slam his hips forward. 

“Give us a moment, yeah? You’re so… bloody tight.”

You spread your legs further, but the pressure doesn’t abate, the man keeps rocking his hips shallowly, penetrating you deeper, opening you inch by aching inch, until his hips meet your ass and his heavy balls are pressed against your dripping, empty cunt. 

And then he starts to really fuck you. He rolls his hips, sending through you a sweet pang that makes your clit pulse, over-sensitive, still, from before. 

God, he’s going to wreck you. 

He feels huge inside you. Overwhelming and terrifying and— intimate. He lays his body over yours, presses his masked mouth to your neck, and you hear all his quiet moans and gasps that would otherwise be lost if he weren’t so close. He slips his arm underneath you and pulls you more upright, bringing your back to his chest. His hand covers your breast, rolling one nipple between his fingers, a little too hard, he wants that reaction from you, that little whimper at the jolt of pain, the way it makes you clamp down on him. He has his arm like a bar across your ribs, holding you to him, while his other hand ghosts down your stomach, finds your clit. Circles, then he curls two fingers into your swollen pussy and you see stars. 

“I can feel you getting even wetter, the more of my cock you take,” he says. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

You can’t manage anything coherent, only gasps -- soft and rhythmic as he thrusts into you, his movements from behind pressing your mound to his palm.

All you can do is grip his forearms, cling to him for dear life. Pleasure coils again in your core and you can’t do anything to resist it, or him. That spiraling feeling hits you again, that this-- whatever it is-- feels so right, so natural. He fucks you like he knows you, like you’ve known each other for years, and it skews you off-axis because it can’t be right, you don’t even know his name--

Faster-- he rocks his fingers in and out of you, hitting your g-spot, rubbing your clit, his fat cock deep in your ass -- all combining into a sublime, mind-blanking ache.

He possesses you utterly. Every sense, every thought, every breath. 

Everything you do seems to enthrall him. He has only praise for you, though it’s all filth and delivered in a low, breathy growl. How you feel fucking incredible, your pussy so dripping wet, all from taking his cock, you take it so well, doll, come on, now, don’t hold back, want to feel you cum with my cock in your arse, that’s all you have to do-- 

Your hole is hot, slick, open as he reams you. At your center, a wave swells. Each slide and clench makes you feel it, makes your nipples tighten, your ass and pussy both squeezing helplessly with every stroke of his cock.

He chases those spasms, drilling you deep and hard.  

And he finally relinquishes what’s left of his self control. His hips snap to yours. The room is filled with ragged moans and the sound of his balls slapping wet and heavy against your pussy. Rough, wild thrusts make his girth feel unbearably massive. Pleasure gathers fast and deep like a tide, surging up, your entire body saturated with it and you’re crying out, nails raking down any part of him you can touch. 

This man-- this intimidating, masked giant of a stranger-- moans loudly as your climax tumbles him over the edge in your wake. 

“Oh --” he’s breathing hard, his words bitten back, helpless, “-- oh fuck.” 

Your legs shake as you ride it, still clenching and throbbing around his fingers and his cock. He spills, his hips jerking, cock twitching and flexing, filling you with sticky heat. He pumps his cum into you, slowing, filling, overflowing. You feel it slick and leaking. Down your ass and thighs and his balls even before he pulls out. 

He doesn’t stay long after. He fetches a wash cloth and warm water to clean up. There’s still a damp spot on his pants, which you feel oddly pleased about.

You catch an odd gleam in his eyes when he’s looking at your naked, sated body spread out on the couch, 

Lust, heat, pride accompanied by something like tenderness or longing, but you must be imagining that part. 

He kneels down next to you to put his gloves back on and you reach out, a little dazed, to play with the zip on his hoodie. His expression shifts to warning in an instant. Careful. Not the mask, not the hoodie. You pout. It feels like you’d barely gotten to touch him. His left sleeve rides up and you glimpse black ink. A sleeve tattoo, though you can’t make out the design. 

Will you ever see him again? You study what you can see of him, trying to commit a faceless man to memory. His eyes, you’re sure you’d recognize. The mask, definitely. His hard-used, callused hands that suggest work as a laborer or something else outdoors. The breadth of his shoulders, his back, his height, his legs. There’s an assured swagger in the way he walks, you’d recognize that too, he carries himself like he knows exactly how big and strong he is and he has no qualms about using it to his advantage. 

As intrigued as you are, you doubt taking off his mask would reveal anything more than his face. He seems like someone who keeps secrets about the simplest things, and maintains them in distance and silence.

You sigh, and your onsetting disappointment must show because he cups your jaw, brushes his thumb over your lips. 

“Chin up, eh? Maybe we’ll run into each other again. Would be a shame not to taste your pussy.” 

You blush, but can’t help smiling. Then he’s up, out the door. Gone. 

You’d never even exchanged names.

[kanansdume]

Here's the thing. We've seen two shows now that have chosen to take a character that was pre-established and switch them up a little bit so that they have an arc they can go on throughout the show.

In the Obi-Wan Kenobi show, they take a character who's generally been established as pretty solid, has a lot of confidence himself, is full of faith, etc. and just threw him down into a depression pit that he had to climb out of.

In Andor, they took a character who had been established as extremely passionate about the Rebellion, ruthless when necessary, but still entirely capable of making connections with people and then made him someone still clinging to his past and running from the fight.

The difference here is that both Ewan McGregor and Diego Luna clearly UNDERSTOOD those characters well enough and on a deep enough level that they could take these characters in the opposite direction of how they'd been previously shown and have it still MAKE SENSE for the characters. And we have to assume that the showrunners for their two respective shows also respected both the characters and these actors enough to take all of that into consideration.

Dave Filoni clearly does not understand who Sabine is as a character and so this spiral he has sent her on in order to give her a place to grow from in the Ahsoka show just... doesn't make any sense. There's no understanding of why Sabine worked as a character and what people LIKED about her, there's no understanding of where she was at emotionally at the end of Rebels in order to smoothly transition her into the mental place she's in for the Ahsoka show, and these two things together are making her actions on the show feel completely out of character.

Sabine would never train to be a Jedi, she's got no fucking interest in it and no motivation to try. Sabine would never blow off a ceremony that Lothal is having to honor Ezra. Sabine would never disrespect Huyang repeating reasonable protocols because she understands what protocols are and why they work. Sabine would NEVER disrespect Ezra's sacrifice to get Thrawn off the board by helping the villains trying to bring Thrawn back just because she wants Ezra back. Sabine was literally the person who made sure to distract all of their friends so that Ezra could go make that sacrifice IN THE FIRST PLACE. Sabine would NEVER disrespect this because they've already established that Sabine UNDERSTANDS why Ezra did it and respects that choice that he made.

And Natasha Liu Bordizzo, for all that I'm sure she's doing the best she can with Sabine, is new to this character. She does not have the experience of having been in this character's head for a while already in order to bring that knowledge to the show, even if we pretend Filoni would have listened to her if she'd fought back about it. Natasha cannot stand up for better writing for Sabine in the way that Ewan and Diego were presumably able to stand up for their characters and help bring their experiences as these characters to the stories being written about them.

So it's not that you can't take pre-established characters and undo them and make them act out of character in order to give them a place to grow to so they can get back IN character. I'm not against doing that. But there's a right and wrong way to do it so that undoing the character a little for the sake of the narrative doesn't feel like it's BUTCHERING the poor character and making them unrecognizable to the audience.

[illuminatedquill]

Sabine Wren and Ezra Bridger:

Star Scar-Crossed Lovers

They don't know how much they'll miss At least until you're gone like this Talking to the mirror, say, "Save your breath Half your life, you've been hooked on death" Twice the dreams, but half the love Be careful what you bottle up The chemistry is a mess, it seems But me, I'm still a sunbeam I will never ask you for anything Except to dream sweet of me I will never ask you for anything Except to dream sweet of me Tell me, when the party ends Will you still love who I am, I am? - Fall Out Boy, Heaven, Iowa

Here's the thing - Ezra's disappearance and subsequent absence from Sabine's life was always going to hurt her in a way that no one else's did.

All because Ezra was kind. That's the horrible, tragic irony of it all that keeps me up at night. Sabine has lost so many loved ones throughout her life: ran from her own family; her fellow Mandalorian and friend Ketsu Onyo left her for dead; Kanan died to allow her, Hera, and Ezra to escape Imperial forces; and, later on, her master, Ahsoka Tano left her shortly after the Purge of Mandalore.

It's arguable that even Hera and Zeb presumably became estranged from her at some point during or after the events of the Original Trilogy. The Ghost Crew split up. Sabine is alone on Lothal and clearly is not accustomed to visitors when we see her in the Ahsoka premiere.

Sabine, as we know, is accustomed to this. She has developed a method of "moving on" and forging a new path ahead. She internalizes the pain, for better and worse, and keeps moving.

It's served her fairly well.

But not with Ezra. He does the one thing none of those others did: he leaves a message, just for her, shortly before his disappearance with Thrawn into another galaxy.

With that message, that act of unconditional love and kindness, it leaves an indelible scar on Sabine's heart.

With the others who left or died or she ran away from, she could ignore the pain. Sabine could justify it for being due to one reason or another.

Ezra's message does away with that defense. Slips past through her hardened exterior and nestles deep within her heart.

Because he's kind. Because he's Ezra and he didn't want to leave his friend without saying good-bye and wanted to give her some sense of closure.

"Sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you've been ruined." - Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

She doesn't close the door on Ezra. But she can't cross through it either. For the next ten years, Sabine becomes stagnant, keeping that fire of hope burning for her lost friend but unable to act on it.

And she plays that message every day, probably.

Plays it again.

And again.

And again.

She dreams of that recording; has Ezra's statement memorized to where she mouths along the words with him and can even copy his mannerisms. Sabine takes to heart every little one of his movements and how shy and awkward he looks when he says she's "like a sister" to him.

(And she scoffs. Every single time. But doesn't quite know why that line irritates her.)

The tragedy is that Ezra's message was meant to reassure Sabine and let her move on . . . only to do the exact opposite.

It becomes a burden to bear - one that she does so willingly and with all the ferocity and determination she can muster. But, still a burden it is, despite Ezra's good intentions.

Sabine eventually does the unthinkable - she takes on the mantle of a Jedi.

Think about it. Never, in the entirety of Rebels, had she ever shown an inkling of being interested in following the Jedi path.

Why now? What's changed?

It's simple. Ezra's gone.

Maybe it's a desire to get closer with him but, equally likely, Sabine sees it as a potential avenue to find him someday. She's seen it's power and the abilities it produces in those who are able to wield it.

But even that path forward to Ezra fails. Her people - and her family - are purged by the Empire and Ahsoka cuts her Jedi training short out of fear for Sabine becoming dangerous should she reach her full potential after such a tremendous loss.

More years pass, but the fire never dies. But Sabine cannot do anything. She stays locked in Ezra's watchtower, seeing the galaxy return to life but not feeling any of it for herself.

And then, eventually, Ahsoka returns with the map to Thrawn.

We know the rest.

The planet of Seatos. The map. Ahsoka's fall.

Sabine's choice. The only choice. The grand calculus of the universe demands that she place duty over love; that she throw away Thrawn's one chance of returning to finish what he started.

And, in doing so, doom Ezra to die far, far away from home.

And Sabine makes her choice. Gambles the fate of her galaxy, the hard won peace that so many had fought and died for - all for love.

The Ahsoka finale seems to find Sabine and Ahsoka making peace over her choice. Yes, Thrawn has returned to the galaxy - but so has Ezra, thus fulfilling Sabine's promise to herself of getting him home.

Ahsoka reassures her that the Force has plans in motion - that although they are stranded in another galaxy, they are meant to be here. Just like Ezra is meant to be back home.

Trust in the Force. Sabine and Ezra will find their way back to each other, no matter what.

. . . But there's always consequences to a decision. Always.

I don't believe that Sabine sacrificing her desire to be with Ezra after being kept apart for so long is the true cost of what she did. I don't think that's her real trial.

I think the real reckoning is yet to come.

Because Ezra never found out how she came to find him.

Sabine could not bring herself to tell him. Because she is, appropriately, scared of how he will react. She does not want to lose him again.

(The weight of that will break the galaxy.)

Helping Thrawn return is not only a betrayal of everything Ezra and others had sacrificed for but it places Lothal, Hera, Jacen, Zeb, and countless other beings in extreme danger.

In making her deal with Baylan to find Thrawn, Sabine may end up losing him again in a way more permanent than being trapped in a distant galaxy.

Sabine got him back after so long . . . only for her choice to cause an irreparable rift in their relationship.

The loss of Ezra's love, trust, and respect for Sabine is something I cannot fathom how she would handle. She saved him, only to lose him because of it.

And to think from it on Ezra's side - that he doesn't know how his message came to define Sabine's life these past ten years. He's Force-sensitive and, more importantly, knows Sabine better than most people; he knows she's hiding something from him.

But I don't think he could guess it was something like helping Thrawn. He wouldn't even consider it being in character for her, let alone especially for someone who is training to be a Jedi.

Ezra would never, for a single second, consider that Sabine is a traitor. It's unthinkable for him. It's probably why he never questioned Sabine further after she showed up on Peridea with little explanation.

For what reason would she risk the galaxy? To throw everything into the hands of the galaxy's most feared and cunning Imperial warlord?

And when he finds out it was all for him . . . . my heart breaks for Ezra.

The scar of Sabine's choice would mark him long enough for several lifetimes.

How do you fix something like that? How do you come back from a betrayal that burns everything you've ever sacrificed for, everything you've ever stood for?

How do you face the person you trusted to safeguard all of that, only to find out that they're the one who lit the flame?

How do you reconcile that they did all these terrible things for you?

(Ask Vader how well that turned out for him.)

It's Sabine. It's Ezra.

And the scars they've given each other . . . all for love.

If Filoni is brave enough, then this could be the most interesting relationship in all of Star Wars.

[thrawns-babygirl]

It's all NSFW so Minors DNI

My Ko-Fi

Crosshair

NSFW Fics:

Missed You - Cross returns back to Kamino after a lengthy stay off world and makes up for lost time (F!Reader) - 887 words

Insufferable [Part 2]- You and Crosshair have an argument and afterwards he can't get you out of his head (F!Reader) - 1064 words

Pent Up - It's been a while since you and Cross got any alone time (F!Reader) - 606 words

Collared - After being left alone on the Marauder for a couple of hours, you get an idea that Crosshair is all too happy to go along with (F!Reader) - 2149 words

Coming Home - Some soft consensual somno as Crosshair comes to visit you after spending too long off-world (F!Reader) - 1067 words

To the Limits - Crosshair loves you so much, and that involves pushing your body to its absolute limit (F!Reader) - 965 words

Art - You and Cross make good use of the large mirror in the hotel room you booked (F!Reader) - 972 words

Knives - You doubt Crosshair's ability at close range... he reminds you that he's a highly capable soldier in close quarters (F!Reader) - 1358 words

Intense - Crosshair gets a little too.... intense in one of your sessions and needs to readjust his methods (F!Reader) - 783 words

Discomfort - Crosshair gets injured on a mission and comes to see you after hours (GN!Reader) - 2231 words

Interrupted - Thinking you were going to be alone for a while, you take some time to yourself before being interrupted by the object of your desires (F!Reader) - 1531 words

Show me - Crosshair wants you to put on a little show for him (F!Reader) - 950 words

Every time - Soft!Cross drabble (GN!Reader) - 600+ words

I Need Your Love - Cross is in dire need of some loving, good thing you're there to give it to him (F!Reader) - 1100+ Words

Pegged - You peg crosshair. That's it. That's the fic (AFAB!Reader) - 2000+ words

Night in - You get drunk and call Crosshair while he's on the marauder (GN!Reader) - 1300+ words

Massage - after a long and stressful day, Crosshair offers you a night comforting massage (GN!Reader) - 1700+ words

Ride it - You do a bit of research to show Crosshair the night of his life (F!Reader) - 900+ words

Send Nudes - Crosshair's tattoos give you some very unprofessional ideas (GN!Reader) - 2200+ words

375 Follower Celebration Completed Prompts:

#12 "you make such pretty sounds for me my love"

#22 "Just friends?! Do your friends make you feel hot and bothered like this? Do they make you moan like this?!”

#30 "you're so cute when you're nervous"

#40 "Don't tempt me"

#44 "Why are you covering up? I've already seen everything"

#50 "You're so beautiful... so so beautiful"

#57 "don't mind me, just enjoying the view" [M!Reader Version]

Headcanons:

General Spicy Headcanons

Tech

NSFW Fics

Making Eyes - Tech has been making eyes at you for too long and Phee takes it upon herself to help him talk to you (F!Reader) - 4600+ words

SFW Fics

Nervous - Tech is nervous around you and you're not sure why (GN!Reader) - 1100+ Words

Thrawn

The Gallery - You are the curator of the Imperial Gallery and while trying to maintain funding for your gallery, you run into Thrawn at a gala - (F!Reader) - 3800+ Words

Stake Out [Part 2] [Part 3]- Mid Captain Thrawn has been making eyes at the human pathfinder that navigates the Parala from time to time, totally sick of them on her bridge, Senior Captain Ziara sends them off on a mission to work out their tension. (GN!Reader) - 6500+ Words

Canvas - Short fic from Thrawn's pov where he ties you up and enjoys you for the art you are (F!Reader) - 1200+ Words

Sensations - Nightsister of Dathomir reader decides to show thrawn something new (F!Reader) - 2100+ Words

Thrawn with a son named Thrass HC's

[vibratingskull]

For a dance with you

“A first kiss? With reader. Like in a semi public place! Like an empire week evening, a boring one.”

Here you go my friend @blackmonitor !

Its a Thrawn x f!reader

No beta reader involved, sorry for any typo

You sigh deeply…

You’re bored to death.

All those balls and soiree blurred and look the same to you. But as an admiral it is your duty to appear at those evenement and represent the Marine. It’s just… It’s always the same. The same face. The same dances. The same orchestra. The same low bows and subterfuges. 

You massage your neck, easing your muscles, taking a deep breath. You look at the crowd in front of you. How many of them did you see yesterday and will see tomorrow? Too much. 

“Are you okay,  Admiral (y/l/n)?”

Your attention goes back to the small group of dignitaries you were talking to. Their conversation isn’t that reinvigorating, no wonder you dozed off.

“Yes… I will just go grab another drink.” You say, serving them the first excuse that comes to your mind and dump them.

You grab another glass, and as you walk aimlessly you see a large window opening on a balcony. You’re dying for some fresh air.

Thankfully there is nobody else on this balcony. You come leaning against the guardrail, appreciating the wind in your hair.

“Can I join you ?” A voice you would recognize among thousands raises behind your back.

You turn your head, to see the man of your dreams at the window frame. He too seems bored to death.

“You may.” You smile politely, trying to control the quaver of your voice. “You too need some fresh air?”

“I need a bastion to retreat and rethink a new strategy.” He explains, placing himself next to you, sighing “I don’t maneuver well in politics… It’s an aspect I will never grasp.”

You almost nudge him, but refrain before actually touching him.

“Don’t say that! You will manage one day, I’m sure.”

“Thank you for your words of encouragement, but I do not share your vision. It is as such, I have accepted it.”

Your arms almost touch, grazing each other, you feel your face heating up like hell.

“You came with someone?” you ask nonchalantly, but secretly afraid of the answer.

Please no date! Please no date! You pray internally

“I came here with Colonel Yularen, he wanted me to meet some people.” He responds unfazed, clearly unaware of your internal turmoil.

Gosh, the effect this man has on you is unreal. You discreetly wipe your sweaty palms, feeling the tension rise as he stays longer next to you. You try to play cool, but you feel painfully obvious. You chuckle nervously, earning you a side look and an inquisitive raised eyebrow. Relax Y/n, relax! He’s just some guy, some random man. RELAX!

But he’s not just a random man, not to you. First of all, because he’s your direct superior, that counts for something, and because he literally haunts you… Your mind, your dream, your work environment, everything oozes his presence and plague your daily life. Which is both a curse and a benediction.

“And you?” He finally ask.

“Hmm?” Wandering in your head, you’ve lost track of the conversation.

“What would be your ideal partner for such a soiree?” 

“Oh,well…” You think for a second, who will be your ideal partner? 

You. 

But you can’t answer that. So you answer what’s most accurate.

“My lover, I would say. I’m a romantic at heart.” 

You discreetly observe his reaction but he just nods, looking at his wine swirling in his glass. 

At least he didn’t laugh.

“And you?” You ask to deflect the feeling of shame of such a confession.

“My ideal partner…” His hand went to his chin, his gaze fixated on the forest in front of him. “Let’s see… Someone special. Someone unique to me. Yes… A lover is a good choice…” 

Your eyes widen, you both agree to something. His wine must be strong for him to open up in such a manner. But there is still one crucial question.

“Do… Do you have someone in mind?” You hold your breath.

“I do.” 

You recoil on yourself. 

With only two words he stabbed your heart and murdered you. You gulp, feeling tears behind your eyes. It’s life (y/n), accept it.

“I wish you could have enjoyed this soiree with the person of your choice and not just imagined it, sir.” You say swallowing your tears, breathing through your nose.

“But I do not have to imagine anything.” He whispers.

His hand slides across the guardrail and grazes yours ever so slightly. 

You blink.

What ?

He seizes your hand, turning fully towards you. You remain mute, not fully comprehending what’s happening right now.

“(y/n)...”

Your eyes lock. You’re enthralled by those glowing fire orbs, sparkling with a mischievous, almost childish gleam, contrasting with his stern and serious demeanor. Is it… hope that I see? He caresses your cheek and tucks a strand of hair behind your ears. 

“(y/n)...” He repeats, even lower

“Y-yes?” You stutter, too dumbfounded by what’s happening to function properly.

He tilts your chin, slowly leaning towards you. 

“Don’t refuse me, please…”

That wouldn't even cross your mind. You feel his breath on your lips and close your eyes, incredulous.

He leaves a single, soft, sweet, tender kiss and you savor it like it’s your last.

But deep down, you know.

There are many more to come!

@Bluechiss @thrawnalani @justanothersadperson93 @al-astakbar

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waiting in vain for thrawn to come back - dancing with a memory

i cannot stop thinking about chiss!reader who has been waiting for thrawn to come back. and he hasn't.

thrawn x chiss!reader

you have known vurawn your whole life. back when you two were just kids back in rentor, when he became the mid-ager thrawn and left for taharim academy, promising you time and time again that he would be back. that was the first time you waited for him. and when he came back, he wasn't just your friend anymore--he became yours. he took you away from rentor, brought you to naporar, and gave you his family name: mitth, as you professed your love for each other and you accepted his hand in marriage.

thrawn never broke a promise. sure, there were times when he had to be away longer than he meant to, but it was never too long.

on lonely nights, you scoot closer to his side of the bed, cold, his scent faint, and remember a young vurawn, surprisingly bright-eyed and serious for his age, "of course, i will come back!" as he cradled your cheeks in his hands before leaning in to kiss your forehead.

when he told you about the exile, you were sad--but not for the reason he thought. you didn't even think about staying behind: your home was wherever he was. you followed him across the ascendancy, you built your life together. and when he calmly told you that, "the family needs you, y/n," you scoffed and said, "but you are my family. not them. not the mitth."

you should have been more insistent.

he held your face in his hands once more, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead, like he always does, "i will only be away for a while."

you shook your head, "that could mean weeks, months, ye--"

"one year," thrawn told you resolutely, "no more than one year. not a day more." he leaned closer to you, pressing his lips to yours so gently and lovingly. "of course, i will come back," he said.

but it has been twenty-five years, and all that came was a human.

not him.

were you cursed? to wait for someone who has died? who decided you were not worth coming back to?

like clockwork, you receive a message on your questis, notifying you that your friend ar'alani has returned to naporar.

you're both much older than you were the first time you stood there, with a hopeful look on your face.

ar'alani has aged gracefully, and she carried herself with the pride and strength of a warrior. but when she saw you waiting for her, eyes silently pleading for any news, she deflated and shook her head at you weakly.

you closed your eyes, trying not to cry.

but you have been waiting for thrawn your entire life, you couldn't imagine doing anything else.

but what if he's not the person you love anymore? what will you do then?

-

thrawn turns his gaze to the viewport. he's older now, carrying many years of service to the empire. a lot of people are hoping and praying for his return.

the small, nagging voice in his head calls out to him. there was one person who had been waiting far longer than anybody else.

and she's out there waiting. he can imagine her watching the sky.

and she's waiting.

he knows she's waiting.

he knows she waits for him.

and he will return to her one day. he closes his eyes, remembering the last words he said to her, "of course, i will come back."

-

guys, he's not going back to the ascendancy...is he?

[stealingpotatoes]

HAVE YOU SEEN THE NEW AHSOKA EPISODE IM SCREAMING

I HAVE and this is honestly the first week i've been actually invested in watching the next ep omg!!! they're doing interesting stuff!!

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

THERE'S SO MUCH TO TALK ABOUT OMG. first of all i have to say the late great ray stevenson/ baylan is absolutely the highlight of the show acting & character wise, there's so much depth he's putting into the character somehow like every line he says i'm shoving sabine and ahsoka aside like this is my new fave sorry lesbians. biggest cuntserve of the show

HOWEVER COMMA THE REASON I'M SO INVESTED IS BC IT'S SUCH A GREAT WRITING CHOICE TO HAVE SABINE GIVE INTO HER ATTACHMENTS AND JOIN THE THRAWN STANS TO GET EZRA BACK. YES!!! SHE WOULD!!! she isn't ready to let go of her attachments!!! she won't do as ahsoka says!! fuckin anakincore of her!!! willing to raze the galaxy for the last few parts of her family!! LITERALLY CANNOT WAIT TO SEE WHERE THIS GOES

Also I think the direction was a lot better? I'm shit at clocking how good fight scene direction is but there were a lot of scenes that just felt so much stronger than the prev eps? like when sabine puts the ball in baylan's hand they made you FEEL the weight of that moment with the pacing and camera and the sound design.

ACTUALLY THO THE FIGHT SCENES WERE A LOT BETTER THIS EP partly bc there was just. More to them? i liked how ahsoka dealt w marrok in 2 seconds basically indiana jones shooting the sword guy style bc that made the baylan/ahsoka fight SO MUCH MORE IMPACTFUL bc she's seriously trying and she's flipping and doing all this crazy stuff that makes you go shittttt these guys are super great jedi -- AND ALL WHILE trying to get the map so it wasnt just a "we're fighting bc we're fighting/ to not die" there was a very feasible objective on-hand to make the already great fight even better

and of course i have to talk abt That. i was poggin beyond belief when hayden showed up like LETS GOOOOOOO. and its super cool!!!!! but i do hope they do smthn interesting with this tho (I HAVE FAITH IN THIS SHOW AFTER THIS WEEK SO I'M HOPEFUL) and actually explore ahsoka and the super fuckedup complicated relationship she has w anakin/vader instead of going "ah its so nice to see you again!! im gonna ignore you murdered children and all our friends and tried to kill me etc etc bc people want to see us as friends!" like no i dont want that!! this should be her opportunity to work w the trauma they keep hinting at but not rlly exploring (ie w her taking on forceless sabine as a padawan or how she keeps acting like all that happened was she walked away from anakin and he didnt fall. it could be good writing for trauma) and have ahsoka like... accept the past accept what her master became and MAKE ME INVESTED IN THIS ITERATION OF THE CHARACTER. BC THERE HAS BEEN LIKE NO CHARACTER MOMENTS AND IT'S NOT HELPED BY THE ACTING/ WRITING!!

also did ezra yoinking her outta the world between worlds give her nine lives is she just gonna be able to walk out after dying again

[ceapa-mica]

Family Life: Exile 🪁 - a Thrawn headcanon

My fingers did a high speed race on the keyboard writing this hc. I'm surprised they didn't fall off. 😄

Enjoy!

🔞 This is slightly NSFW 🔞 + angsty

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Life in exile is not exactly easy, especially when confronted with the many dangers of Peridea and with an always curious daughter to keep safe…

In the blink of an eye you're confronted with a new reality - exile. (or in Thrawn's case exile from an exile lol) You quickly realize how dangerous Peridea is with the amount of troopers getting killed by faceless bandits while out exploring.

Since then Thrawn only sends out scouts when absolutely necessary and keeps most of the crew aboard the Chimera, safe for those in search of food. Otherwise you couldn't sustain the entire crew for much longer.

At first you're mad at your husband. You blame him for being exiled with no way to contact your family and friends, and you're not the only one.

You try to shield your daughter from the cruelty of the exile. There's a designated safe outpost for your crew where you spend some of your time. Catching fresh air and going for a walk under Peridea’s cloudy sky can lift the spirits.

She loves flying her hand crafted kite on the outpost’s rocky plateau. One time she actually put her little ysalamir on her kite. It survived, but what followed was a reprimand from her dad, telling her not to needlessly put lives at risk and that the lizard certainly didn't have any fun clinging for dear life onto that piece of fabric in the air. She never did it again.

Since there is no holonet connection on Peridea you and Thrawn teach your daughter everything she would usually learn at school in your quarters. That can't replace actual lessons with other children though. You soon realize that your daughter misses her peers from her holonet classes.

Not just the lack of friends her age but the entire situation affects your daughter’s behavior. She becomes less playful and more serious, leading to her being eager to learn more self-defense in her father’s dojo. Thrawn thinks it's a good thing. You are worried though.

Another thing you're worried about is the presence of the nightsisters. They claim that they're able to contact someone from your Galaxy, so Thrawn insists on working with them to return back home. You don't trust them though and keep your daughter as far away from them as possible.

Look, the perfect marriage doesn’t exist. Even your marriage with Thrawn has its ups and downs. You argue quite often during your time in exile. Thrawn never raises his voice though. This maker-forsaken planet weighs down on everyone’s mood, including yours.

Makeup sex helps a lot with that. Thrawn leaves more marks on you than usual. After so many years your sex life is still going strong. It's the perfect way to let out the pent up frustration with your unfortunate situation.

You’re not the only ones using sex to cope. Among your crew a few women end up pregnant and some not so secret weddings are taking place.

Meanwhile your daughter finds joy in learning how to ride a howler. She's not allowed to leave the outpost unaccompanied, a rule she doesn’t like at all. She still has this neverending thirst for knowledge and thinks the death troopers joining her on her trips through the Peridean wasteland are just slowing her down or disrupting her studies of the local flora and fauna.

One day she actually leaves on her own and gets captured by bandits. Fortunately your husband is a strategic mastermind able to track her down before it's too late. To say Thrawn was mad is an understatement. He reprimands her in a dangerously low voice and grounds her for an entire month. He was actually as scared for her safety as you.

Tbh Thrawn feels guilty af since you’re in this exile because of a mistake he made, and during that incident with the bandits he felt he let his family down again. He orders his best people to take out those bandits once and for all to make this place a little safer for all of you.

At the point your kid is 10 years old she's super interested in collecting and documenting rock fossils she finds on trips through the rocky wasteland. Thrawn thinks they are beautiful, telling her that nature is truly the greatest artist. A few fossils even find their way into his art collection.

Most people would consider a 10 year old too young to use a blaster. Thrawn on the other hand thinks it's the right age to get her used to the weapon. He takes it upon himself to teach her to shoot and gifts her her first blaster. He sleeps better at night knowing she can defend herself from a distance. The circumstances make it necessary for her to learn this skill this early, at least that's what he tells himself.

You take your daughter to the outpost almost every day at this point and show her how she can help out. You both help wherever you can. Collecting firewood and herbs for tea, cooking stews, building shelter, and even taming wild howlers.

Thrawn doesn't join you at the outpost, he's busy keeping everything running. Even in exile he takes his job as seriously as ever.

When you and your daughter return to your quarters at nightfall you can barely keep your eyes open. So when Thrawn returns after a busy day of keeping his troops motivated, and finds the loves of his life cuddled up on the sofa waiting for him, he feels at peace. He knows wherever his life takes him, you will follow.

Your daughter shows interest in helping babysit the offspring of your crew. Thrawn agrees, glad his little girl accepts that kind of responsibility. Soon she, and a few junior officers, look after a bunch of rambunctious toddlers. It keeps her occupied and playing with other children, despite them being eight+ years younger, benefits her mental health. She becomes more playful again and no longer feels like she has to grow up fast in this exile.

Thrawn is still busy working on a plan to escape Peridea. Seeing your daughter adapting to this exile makes you less worried for her. In fact, you get used to Peridea as well, without losing hope of returning home one day.

You know how much pressure lasts on Thrawn's shoulders, and you do your best to help him deal with it. He's so glad his family has his back at all times, and he knows that he's not really far from home, because his home is his family - you and your little girl, right there with him. As long as he's got you both, he is exactly where he needs to be the most. He's determined to return to your home galaxy though. He still has his mission that needs to be finished. Then, and only then, he will be able to introduce his loved ones to his homeworld and his people.

There is one more family life hc I'm planning. One thing we haven't explored yet is how Thrawn (+you) will deal with your daughter once she hits puberty. That will be the next and last family life hc coming soon.

[iftheresaproblem-whatever]

STAR WARS DOESN’T LIKE LGBTQ+ MEN?

(A SHORT FAN ESSAY)

First and foremost. I’m REALLY enjoying the ‘Ahsoka’ series and I can’t wait to see how episode 8 plays out.

I’ve really enjoyed seeing some of my favourite characters, old and new, translated so beautifully to live action.

Almost…all of them.

As of today, there is 1 episode left. 1 episode left of ‘Ahsoka’. Otherwise known as the “sequel” to the Animated series ‘Star Wars Rebels’.

Yet, 2 crucial characters from the aforementioned series, are nowhere to be seen in this series.

We have been very fortunate to see the Ghost Crew, consisting of Hera Syndulla, her son Jacen, Chopper, Sabine Wren and Ezra Bridger make appearances in the series.

We were doubly fortunate to see Anakin Skywalker again in his true form, appearing in a greater capacity than I could have predicted, which was amazing.

Grand Admiral Thrawn has also returned in glorious fashion, portrayed by the very actor who provided the voice for him in ‘Rebels.’

We’ve seen countless appearances from characters from Loth cats to C3PO in our most recent viewing excursion.

However, the only characters missing from the series are Captian Garazeb ‘Zeb’ Orrelios, and (Agent) Alexsandr Kallus.

For those who might not know, Zeb is the ‘muscle’ of the Ghost Crew, who sadly had his planet and people destroyed by the Galactic Emprie. He believed to be the last of his species, until he discovered the secret home world of Lira San, where an entire planet of his kind live and thrive.

Agent (Alexsandr) Kallus is an ISB agent who aided the Empire in the destruction of Zeb’s home world and people. Not only that, it is revealed that he has trauma and survivors guilt because of a rouge Lasat mercenary that worked for Saw Garrera, resulting in the death of his friends on his first unit and the hardening of his heart.

During the series, the two share an episode where they crash land on the ice moon of Bahryn, where they work together to survive and learn a bit more about each other. In the fandom, the entire experience, atmosphere, the relationship between the two men and the episode, as a whole, is regarded as very homo erotic.

As the series progressed, because of his experience with Zeb, Kallus quietly changes his heart and allegiance to the Rebels and acts as a double agent under the code name ‘Fulcrum’. Eventually, escaping the Empire, he joins the Rebellion and fights alongside the ghost crew to liberate Lothal.

During the epilogue of the series, it is revealed, that after the war, Zeb had brought Kallus to live with him and his people on the hidden Lasat home world of Lira San. Zeb reveals that Kallus hadn’t destroyed his people. His people even accept Kallus as one of their own kind, in an astonishing act of forgiveness, despite his transgressions against their species.

In doing so, Zeb gives his mind, soul and heart peace.

Despite how very homo erotic the overall storyline seems, it ultimately started off unintentionally.

Fans expectations of wanting to see the two get together grew more and more in popularity during the course of the shows run. At fan conventions, voice actor Steve Blum, who provided the voice for Zeb, was also very much inclined to agree with the fans that the relationship between the two characters was indeed romantic in nature. He often advocates, to this day, for the two to get together openly, much to the delight of the fans.

Despite the accidental roots of what the fandom refers to as “Kalluzeb”, The shows creator, Dave Filoni, has stated that he is okay with fans shipping the two characters and revealed that the ending for Zeb and Kallus (which was partly the result of Steve Blum’s wishful thinking at ‘Star Wars Celebration 2017’), was left open ended for viewers to decide wether or not the two were a romantic couple or not.

For the next 5 years, that would be enough.

That is until, the announcement of the ‘Ahsoka’ series, and fans were excited to see their favourite rebels on screen once again.

Before the series started, however, Zeb Orrelios made a surprise, 30 second, live action cameo in the 3rd season of “The Mandalorian”. Zeb was seemingly working as a pilot for the Rebellion, donning a blue pilot suit. This lead to fans excitedly speculate that they would see him again in the “Ahsoka” series. This also had them asking the question: Why wasn’t he with Kallus on Lira San?

Over the course of the next few months, trailers would be released for the ‘Ahsoka’ series as well as character announcements at “Star Wars Celebration” in London. In all of these trailers, the only ‘Rebels’ characters missing were Zeb (and Kallus by extension.)

Upon the release of ‘Ahsoka’, as weeks and episodes have gone by, Zeb and Kallus still have not appeared in the series, nor were they even mentioned (until Zeb was mentioned by name in Episode 7). All the while, various characters from ‘Rebels’, ‘Clone Wars’, and even the film series made cameos and took supporting roles in the story, all the while, leaving Zeb and Kallus unaccounted for. Which is unusual, considering that Zeb and Kallus’ story was one of the most crucial plot points in the ‘Rebels’ story, and yet, here they were being left out of the “Rebels sequel”.

At the same time, it’s typical of Star Wars to do exactly this.

In the original run of ‘Rebels’, Zeb, as a character, was often overlooked and underdeveloped in terms of plot and character development. Originally intended as the comedic relief, it’s safe to say, in Season 1, not much was planned for the character. Season 2 however, is where Zeb truly has his chance to shine. From Saving Ezra and Sabine from Inquisitiors, to finding his secret home planet of Lira San, discovering he’s part of a prophecy and surviving and understanding his worst enemy turned ally, Kallus. It truly is his best season in the shows run.

In seasons 3 and 4, Zeb’s storyline was left pretty much underdeveloped and overshadowed by other plots such as the Jedi storylines, the Maul arc, Hera’s ascension through the ranks of the Rebellion, Sabine’s family conflict on Mandalore and the Liberation of Ezra’s home planet of Lothal. Zeb’s only notable story after season 2, was in the episode “WarHead” in which he was left alone to guard the base with Chopper and AP5, while the others leave to do exercises with recruits in space, almost demonstrating my point exaclty; Zeb gets left behind a lot. The episode made little to no impact on the overall narrative of the story. The only significance being that Thrawn gains a slightly better knowledge of where the Rebel base might be.

If anything, Agent Kallus’ storyline acts as a Zeb storyline extension as it was his kindness that inclines Kallus to change allegiances throughout the course of season 3.

Due to a shorter episode count in season 4, little time was spent on either Zeb or Kallus as the story had to reach its conclusion in a short matter of time. The one saving grace, is that both Zeb and Kallus had several great moments in the finale episode, resulting in their “open to interpretation”LGBTQ ending.

With the previous points in question, it has lead me to believe, that Star Wars might be trying to retcon their “maybe they are, many they’re not”LGBTQ ending and eradicate the possibility of Zeb and Kallus being in a same sex relationship in favour of “straight washing” them.

It wouldn’t be the first time it has happened.

Previously, the characters Poe Dameron and Finn from the Star Wars Sequel Series were supposed to be in a romantic relationship, but Disney never went ahead with it due to fear of loss of box office financial success from less open minded countries. (Which personally, I think is a stupid ass reason, but I digress.) In the past, any LGBTQ characters in Star Wars were often background extras that were on screen for 3 seconds or goofy comedic side characters. Only recently did the franchise include a lesbian couple in the series “Andor”, but all the same, we have yet to see two men in a same sex relationship that are leading characters and not being played for laughs. Lesser minded “fans” also often try discourage any LGBTQ content of any kind in Star Wars and will argue that Zeb and Kallus are just “best buddies”. (Because it’s totally straight to bring your “best buddy” to live with you on your highly secret home planet where your species accepts a human as one of their own kind…Yeah. TOTALLY straight.) To which I say, we’ve seen PLENTY of male friendships in Star Wars and LGBTQ people are not going anywhere, so I strongly suggest those “fans” and their fragile insecurities cop on and cop on FAST.

Only time will tell what happens to Zeb and Kallus as we head in to the final episode of ‘Ahsoka’, but my gut instincts say that we might be seeing history repeat itself. However, with the time passed since 2018, the change in LGBTQ visibility in media over the last half a decade, and the fact that ‘Ashoka’ is not constrained to the barrier of “children’s cartoon” as ‘Rebels’ was, I also chose to remain somewhat optimistic that the canonisation of my favourite Star Wars couple comes to be.

AUTHORS NOTE:

In a surprising twist, whilst writing this essay, the official Star Wars account mentioned the term “Kalluzeb” by name in a promotional video, seemingly giving validation to the canonisation of Zeb and Kallus as a romantic couple. Whilst this is very exciting for the fandom, we must also be sure to hold Star Wars to the mark that they deliver on this name drop.

Putting it simply; No take backs.

FanEdit95.

[contentment-of-cats]

I'll say it again. Andor is the best Star Wars show.

And that's because they didn't let Dave Filoni anywhere near it.

The show is called 'Ahsoka' but is actually an unaired season of Rebels. It ought to have been called 'attempted massive retcon at unwise forward speed' or 'Sabine has abandonment issues and makes poor decisions.' There are good scenes (possibly from another show, which one is anyone's guess) strung together with tired plot devices. Thrawn was chucked into this mess because there was no other way to move the plot. I did dig on some of the details like the signs of age and hard living and the obvious condition of the Chimaera. Other than that - pfft.

Turning to Thrawn - I am an unabashed fan of the Zahn-authored 2017 Trilogy and the HTTE trilogy (except the ending). He is complex neither all good or all evil. He is an antagonist and protagonist at once. Someone to root for and also against. Did he contrive his exile to join the Empire and possibly take it over in order to protect his people? It's possible. I don't think we'll ever find out, though. That being said, I don't think we're going to get much more from two more episodes.

One of my friends said that Filoni writes for children's shows, and it's true. The characters are almost cartoonish, not understandable as adults, but as kids understand adults to be. Perhaps I am expecting too much from an eight-episode MCU-kin show, but there was time to develop Sabine, or FFS Ahsoka (you know, the protagonist?), to fill in whatever has gone on in the past nine years since the Battle of Yavin, five years after Endor. For Sabine and Ezra, there should have been more feeling in that scene than the swell of the music.

A lot of the blame rests with Disney, and the paranoia-controlled process to stamp out leaks at all costs. There is a continuity to writing a script, working out the story boards, reading the script, and then shooting that is entirely lacking in franchise-oriented product. Franchise oriented product is formulated to sell merch and streaming subscriptions, and to drive bodies into theme parks. It's marketable.

The writers' and actors' guild strikes are ongoing. I'm content to wait - writers and actors have been getting screwed, fucked, and buttered without mercy for years. There is a new intensity to the talks as the studios start to sweat.

Final note: I love Thrawn, but the ageism of a vocal part of the fandom makes me want to still be around when these people hit 50. Age and illness and injury HAPPEN. Our bodies do not work as well when joints break down, we get hurt, or sick. Even when he regain functionality, it doesn't all come back. Even when our lives are saved, there are still sequelae. It's made me think less of some folks.