pov thrawn is your commanding officer but you have an astigmatism
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pov thrawn is your commanding officer but you have an astigmatism

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Little sequel to this
tik tok prank
New Thrawn art dropping soon!
Finally beat the burnt out after months of trying lmao.
New art coming out this week!
Iâve been crazy busy the last few weeks and havenât had time to really dive in to my drawings. But I should be finishing my Thrass art this week and maybe even some OC artwork!

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Got inspired, made something, hope you enjoy.
Pretty accurate if I do say so myself.
thrawn: would you still love me if I was a tarantula
eli: darlin' we could be tarantulas together
I finally watched The Sound of Music and like I get it now, I get it.Â
Itâs a beautiful two hour love story of a strict man finally opening his heart again and then a fifty minute public service announcement to hate the nazis. Brilliant.
Youâre not wrong thereâŚ
Reblogging this version cuz those two gifs show the sexiest duality a man can have.
2 things a man should do
Look at me like he canât believe I exist
Hate nazis
Iâm a predictable creechur, you show me a dad coded character and Iâm gonna go bananas with the Super Hot ray gun
not pictured: the spine tattoo on his back :))
I hope this doesnât get bonked with the naughty hammer by mods, itâs just a body. anatomy study. artistic nude. cope
Who should I draw next in my Ascendancy collection?
Thalias
Cheri
Baâkif
Wutroow
Thrass
Someone else (tell me who)

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Quick n dirty Cody drawing for Halloween. Iâm never not thinking about how horrifying O66 is as a concept
Zack and Cody (2005)
Next Chiss in my Ascendancy series is Thurfianâs work hubby Zistalmu! I always imagined him very slim and regal compared to Thurfian. I was a bit inspired by Thandruil from the Hobbit when it came to his hair. I wanted to give him a fancier robe but ngl Iâm struggling with burnout right especially since Iâve spend 2 straight weeks on just his face trying to capture what I was hearing. Iâm gonna be trying some things out with my art style as I just got done with some digital art classes. Let me know if you guys like the new styles or not. I also am thinking about doing some timelapse videos of my drawings if thatâs yâall are interested once I get my new ipad! Again love feedback and let me know what else yâall want to see!
Woolly the lamb
My wooly the lamb Iâve had and slept with every night since I was a baby
If Thranto was around for Star Wars Rebels, the crew would be in some situation where they got to know Eli and later is like âyouâre actually nice, why are you an imperial? Why are you dating Thrawn? You could do so much better than that blue bitchâ

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Thrawnâs Musings: 2
A Motherâs Sacrifice
Summary: Sad!Thrawn shower thoughts. I wanted to explore what a Chiss motherâs lullaby would be like considering their culture of rematching to new families. Are they conditioned from childhood that one's birth family may not always be there? Is it taboo to speak of one's past if rematched to a new family? Do Chiss keep in contact with their former/birth relatives if they are rematched? Does a birth family only refer to one by their new name, or a variation of one's core name since it's the one that follows the Chiss for the entirety of their lives? Iâd love to see more people exploring this.
Precision, precision, precision was Thrawnâs mantra as beads of sweat streamed down his face and onto the floor of his private sparring gym. Of all the private amenities provided to him as Grand Admiral, this had to be the one he was most thankful for. The vibroblade gripped in his right fist thrummed with energy as he wielded it with brutal efficiency, the blade flashing as it made contact with the Imperial sentry droidâs black plating. He swiftly lifted his left forearm to block a rapid punch from the droid, the vibrobladeâs hilt dragging along his chest and plunging forward into the droidâs alloy abdomen. Energy crackled along the plating and caused the droid to seize, granting Thrawn mere seconds to catch his breath. Fatigue was beginning to take over, and when he glanced at the crono on the wall, he realized he had been sparring for over 30 minutes. If he continued, his form would become sloppy.
Absolutely unacceptable.Â
âOverride...Code Ruhk,â Thawn said between ragged breaths. The droid immediately shifted into attention stance and powered down, Thrawnâs reflection becoming clearer in the sudden darkness now occupying its dimming red eyes. He swallowed as he took in his appearance, noting his own red eyes hooded with exhaustion, and his blue skin a shade paler than usual.Â
His reflection was the only Chiss heâd laid eyes upon in the years since heâd entered Imperial service. It had never bothered him before, but for the past few months, it had begun to weigh on his mind. A reunion with Admiral Arâalani was anticipated in the future due to unusual events occurring within the borders of the Empire, but it had yet to come to fruition. Had he even spoken a word of Cheunh in the past standard year? A hollow feeling began to expand in his chest. His exercising garments, now saturated with perspiration, felt too tight as the sensation spread throughout his entire body.
Melancholy. A feeling he was never fond of but currently permeating every fiber of his being. He shook his head and exited the sparring gym. Light followed his movement as motion sensors tracked his path from the gym to his shower. The thought of warm water and soap washing away the sticky sensation he felt all over brought a smile to his face. Surely that would make him feel better. He strode into his refresher, settling on the fact that of all his private amenities, his spacious shower ranked second. He began humming as he removed his garments and entered the stall, stark white lights illuminating the space. Soaps from distant planets housed in a variety of containers lined the wall, each a unique piece of art that made his cleansing space akin to a private gallery of all his intergalactic travel.
He was still humming a tune as he pressed the buttons to activate the shower, releasing a sigh of satisfaction when steaming water hit his skin from various jets clustered along the ceiling and walls. However, as the realization of what he was humming began to process through his mind, the smile that was plastered across his face slowly shrank. He pressed his lips together and closed his eyes, tipping his head back as water ran through his hair and cascaded down his back.Â
Rentor. His home planet. The melody? His motherâs. He could still hear her voice echoing within his mind as he stood under the jets, his humming increasing in volume as he remembered the words of the old Chiss lullaby.
Deep in the Chaos,
Far, far away.Â
Cold unforgiving,
Our Ascendancy brave.
Resilient hearts,
Traditions of old.Â
Fortune be with you,
Warrior soul.
Thrawn felt the weight of his sadness from the crown of his head to the soles of his feet. He wondered if it was possible that his own reflection made him recall the characteristics he inherited from a woman he never spoke to again after rematching to the Mitth. The woman who gave him life.
Your name may change,
And your life may lead,
Down paths I canât follow,
To places I wonât be.
He had never reached out to her. Although it was frowned upon, birth family contact had never been explicitly prohibited by the Mitth. As he lathered dzisnir herb soap on a cleansing cloth and began scrubbing his torso, he felt the reason for his choice rise from the depths of his mind. There was no question about the pain this topic held in his birth home.Â
Vurikaâs disappearance. Being an inquisitive child, a young Vurawn constantly asked about his older sister after she vanished. There were never clear answers from his parents, although he would catch a pained look sweep across his motherâs face if Vurika was so much as mentioned. After countless attempts, he at some point stopped asking. However, he always ruminated on it, hoping to solve the reason for her disappearance as easily as a tactical dilemma.
Oh, how naĂŻve he was.
As the years passed, Thrawn did his best to excel in his studies and remain obedient to his parentâs wishes, if only to not be the next child that disappeared. In hindsight, he realized his parents could have never revealed such sensitive information as to Vurikaâs whereabouts, even if they had wanted to.Â
Even if the silence hurt them as much as it hurt him. Even if he had vanished as well.
But you, my dear child,
Remember in your heart,
That if I live in your memory,
Weâll never be apart.
As he rinsed off the last of the soap, Thrawn felt his throat tighten with raw emotion. His mother had not lost just one child, but both her children to the needs of the Ascendency. More so, his passion for art stemmed from her influence. The fondest of his childhood memories were those seated next to her easel, watching her blend colors and bring to life the faces of children she would never see again. Had she had more children? Had she sung them that lullaby? Had she seen his successes and failures on her Questis news feeds, reading about a son who no longer acknowledged her existence? Was she still alive?Â
There was no way for him to answer these questions now. Unlike everything else in his life, he had never planned for this.Â
He had never planned to think of his birth mother, let alone miss her.
He found he couldnât bring himself to exit the stall as he shut off the water. The light around him seemed too bright, and his breathing was shallow and quick. He closed his eyes for a moment to settle his senses, and was stunned to see his face- her face, peering at him from the earlier reflection in his training droidâs eyes.Â
In that moment, a sudden tremor emanating from the core of his being overcame all his logical faculties like a massive explosion; emotions that had been suppressed for survival finally erupting on the surface. He roughly grasped the handlebar along the wall with one hand, and a pitiful whimper escaped his lips. Then another, followed by another. He could feel the tears roll down his face as shudders racked his entire body. He had given everything to the Ascendency, and so had she.Â
So had she.
Although I donât know,
What harms you will face,
My love for you transcends,
Both time and space.
So go far, my child,
And if you seek me,
Within your reflection,
There I will be.
And as Thrawn finally cried for the mother he once had, he allowed himself to wonder if all their sacrifices would be worth it in the end.
Thank you to @stars-n-spice for the Thrawn divider!
Ok, this made me cry. I have a head canon now that Thrawnâs mom was an artist of some sort and maybe his dad was an art or history professor. This also makes me think about how different Thrass and Thrawnâs origins are. In the books, we see that Thrass because of how he was born, got to grow up with his mother and spoke of her fondly. Thrass because of his birthright never had to entertain the idea of changing names and leaving his family. Thrawn on the other hand had to change names and lives to have a better life. He had to forget his mother. I wish we got to know more about Chiss culture and how it affects those who have to change families.
thrawn characters as shirts that go hard
eli
ar'alani
thalias
samakro
rukh
thurfian
ba'kif
thrass
and...thrawn
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These are too accurate I canât đ