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#thrawn headcanons
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ok I'm in a bit of a mood so feel free to throw some or all of this in the trash, but Thrawn and the 50 character questions number 1, 3, 8, 13, 17, 35, and/or 49
1. Canon I outright reject
Honestly most of his characterization in Star Wars: Rebels. I'm not sure how he's portrayed in Ahsoka, but he just does not translate well to a Saturday morning cartoon villain.
3. Obscure headcanon
Not really obscure so much as crack, but you can't tell me that man isn't an art major. Yeah, yeah, warrior training, Chiss ascendancy all that, but in his heart that man would be much happier in academia getting to passive aggressive fights in journal articles.
8. Unpopular opinion about them
He really isn't as objective as people often try to argue he is (ie. Empire apologists). He has a sever blind spot which is his own cultural biases of domination and control. As much as he studies other cultures to understand the minds of its people and commanders, he does not or will not allow the introspection needed to question his own beliefs. He may conflict with the Chiss, but he does not outright reject their understanding of the galaxy.
13. Dumbest thing they’ve ever done
Trusting Arihnda Pryce farther than he could throw her.
17. Quotes, songs, poems, etc. that I associate with them
I can't think of an exact quote, but most anything having to do with Sherlock Holmes.
He's just Sherlock Holmes with a different hat, fight me about it in the comments.
35. Their idea of a perfect day
Sipping a glass some something brown as he examines a painting selected by an enemy to be placed in their home, with absolutely no disturbances.
49. Favorite toy as a child
I can't imagine he'd play with traditional toys. Honestly I see him picking up and playing with any kind of puzzle box he could get his hands on. Whatever the Star Wars equivalent of a rubix cube was his first obsession.
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justalittletomato · 2 years
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For the HC ask, could I get 12 and 18 for Thrawn? (If it is not too much)I need it for....research 😅
Yesss my dear Bee
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1.Friendship 
Ah so you have somehow become friends with Thrawn? Congrats and good luck to you, don't get me wrong Thrawn does value his friends dearly prime examples Aralani, Eli Vanto, Samakro, Thalis, THRASS,  and even Little Cherri however within the same line Thrawn is a difficult friend to have. 
He  is difficult to read much of the time, often difficult to know if he is deep in thought to the latest problem or maybe he is trying to figure out the best response to your latest commentary. Casual conversation may not come so easily to him but should you bring up art? Oh he will go on for quite some time, and is more than ready to lend an ear to your interests as well…
He offers good advice but it may sometimes be layered into a puzzle of its own so once more good luck it could be a conundrum! When you have done something well or met a challenge? He will give you one of those rare smiles..
He is a good friend to have just don't try to ask him about politics..he is really out of his element there…
Relationship
Applause to you for snatching up this Chiss, however, this relationship won't be smooth sailing, like in his friendships it is difficult to know what the Chiss is thinking at times and he is not the most expressive. 
But you who are ever so close to him? You know for many instances, a small change in his eyes, a certain change of tone. You had grown very aware of how to read Thrawn as well as after asking if he was alright. Other times you had to confront and ask outright, he sometimes finds it difficult to express. 
Public displays of affection are not common, you both had an image to uphold. Side by side and giving another a glance once and again. 
Within the privacy of your quarters, Thrawn had taken to overlooking reports as you rested upon him. Calm and quiet. 
If you are wondering about terms of endearment, well he may compare you to the many works of art he has seen over the years and thinks it is unfortunate that there will be no artwork that could ever truly encompass you.
 Expect outings to museums, galleries, and maybe even an imperial ball or two. 
Should anyone ever threaten you well the flare in his glowing red eyes and the venom in his voice has whoever was foolish enough to say anything stepping away. 
If it ever came to physical altercations…well Thrawn could very well end whoever it was…
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iszapizza · 7 months
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what if eli had to be the one to give thrawn that first haircut?
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eli vanto using his math skills for good: fighting pirates, optimizing shipping inventory, double checking thrawn’s datawork
eli vanto using his math skills for evil: using beats per minute, a syllable counting matrix, etc to create the most cursed remixes that somehow go hard as fuck
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toweringclam · 8 months
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I love it when you meet an alien who's Extremely Autistic and you think, oh, it's just because he's an alien but then you meet the rest of his species and find out no really he's just autistic
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netmors · 7 months
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One day, admiral of the New Republic fleet, commodore of the Chiss Ascendancy fleet, and diplomat of the “no-longer-Empire” came into the bar… and began to think about how to get from the "books" to the "screen".
And make it clear to one Сhiss that they will not tolerate an armada of zombie stormtroopers and witches “on their shift.” Even if he is their friend.
I'm still trying to comprehend how much I ultimately disliked the Ahsoka series… The first season feels unfinished at all.
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contentment-of-cats · 2 months
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More Chiss head canons
Why, yes. I am geeking out.
1: The Chiss came from a 'sleeper ship' that missed its target world around 30,000 years ago after being launched from the Ratukan Empire. The ship spent 3,000 or 4,000 years in transit. The Humans who reached Csilla found not a welcoming world, but a planet that experienced periodic ice ages.
2: The Chiss skin color evolved from minerals in the hydrosphere, and were later found to be a silica-based life form that acted as a symbiont, allowing rapid evolutionary changes. The life form is now extinct, but slotted itself into the genes of the settlers and has remained in Chiss DNA and is outwardly reflected in their iridescent 'freckles' - which are a silicate similar to mica. The freckles will shed from time to time over the course of a Chiss' life. It was debated at the time that this was a sapient life form that was dying out, and 'invaded' the settlers to survive. Others argued that it was a type megavirus or even a hive virus with no sentience. Many settlers died from the 'infection' in a time called 'The Interval' before Ancient Chiss evolved into Modern Chiss about 5,000 years after the founding.
3: The Chiss terraformed Csilla over tens of thousands of years, turning it into a garden world, settling other worlds in the same time period. Before the Intergalactic War where they allied with the Sith, the Chiss governed an empire. After the Intergalactic War and the use of the Starflash along with Ratukan weaponry, the Chiss never terraformed another planet as penance for their sins.
4: Hundreds of Chiss colonies were lost to the warfare that created the Chaos. What is not mentioned in any modern history course is that the Chaos was created deliberately to confound both Sith and Jedi. The Chaos interfered, as as seen in Alliances, with the ability to find other Force users in the Chaos. Palpatine could not find the Sky-walkers until they were taken beyond the borders of the Chaos.
5: Chiss history is heavily redacted. After the Intergalactic War, they changed even their system of writing to make it incomprehensible to outsiders. Cheunh is not allowed to be spoken in the presence of outsiders, and communication instead relies on trade languages like Minnisiat. Meese Caulf, and Sy Bisti.
6: There are Chiss intelligence agents in 'Lesser Space' and even in the Empire and Rebellion itself. Candidates must be smaller than average and undertake extensive surgical remodeling to pass as other species. It includes eye transplants, and only the most dedicated (fanatical) of intelligence officers will undergo the years-long process. The program is top-level clearance, with six people at a time knowing about the program and allowed to read the briefs. The Supreme Admiral, the Supreme General, the UAG Chief, the Speaker of the Syndicure, and two civilians who are kept anonymous.
7: The histories of many planets speaks of blue warriors, or even blue gods who disappeared 5,000 years back. Chiss ruins can be found on Hoth, though nobody can now read the language.
8: There are Chiss who live outside the Ascendancy, descended from exiles and those who fled in other ways. If any Chiss of the Ascendancy happens on the Outlanders, they are instructed to report immediately, detain if possible, terminate in extreme cases only. In some cases, these Outlanders have hundreds of years outside of the Ascendancy and are not keen on going back.
9: Yes, there are a number of women in the CEDF, and nobody would stand in their way. As with Lakinda/Ziinda, it's a way for girls of Common and Lesser families to move up and secure their future outside of making a good match and having children. Blood-born girls like Ziara are heavily pressured not to join.
10: Upon leaving service, Sky-walkers are not encouraged to talk to others about being Sky-walkers, even to other former Sky-walkers. They are largely isolated by the Ruling Families, and pushed to marry within their adoptive or an allied House. Many do marry within their adopting House as it is well-known that the little girls of Ruling Houses are seldom chosen as Sky-walkers.
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leahikol · 8 months
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*meanwhile, in a galaxy even more far far away*
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ceapa-mica · 1 month
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How to befriend Grand Admiral Thrawn
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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.
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Let me know in the comments what you think or if I missed anything. 💙
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bits-and-babs · 8 months
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✦ 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇 ✦
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– KINKTOBER DAY 4: APHRODISIACS
grand admiral thrawn x reader | smut, 18+ | 1.2k words
summary: grand admiral thrawn has a unconventional way of convincing neighbouring planets to pledge allegiance to the empire.
cw: f!princess!reader, aphrodisiacs/sex pollen vibes so dub-con, fingering, cum eating, political mind games.
⇽ KINKTOBER MLIST | DAY 5: CLOTHES ON ⇾
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Perhaps others in your position would consider you a coward. The rebel alliance had pushed a revolutionary manifesto that had bled into the heart of each Empire-subjugated civilian in the galaxy, many taking up arms against the gigantic fleet of storm-trooper manned ships. 
However, lacking a large military and without weaponry or manpower, your small planet lay at the mercy of the Empire leviathan. The decorative crown placed atop your head was just that— embellishment. The significance of your birthright was as vexing to Grand Admiral Thrawn as a speck of dust on his pristine white uniform. A simple brush of his palm enough to toss any resistance aside. 
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The hologram Thrawn sent you upon arrival to your galaxy was intended as an olive branch, one you gratefully received. A promise of clemency on the condition that you attend a dinner upon the Chimaera warship. 
“Princess,” Thrawn muses as he walks you towards the vast dining table, his own body language almost regal as he directs you to your seat, “I hope you don’t mind that I took liberty with the selection of delicacies I provided.” 
You had no quarrel; it was like a feast mosaic. Gorgeous, vibrant pomegranates split down the middle to expose the glistening seeds, strawberries doused in dark chocolate and shucked oysters fanned out on a plate of salt. 
“I am grateful for anything you provide, Grand Admiral,” you answer him politely as he pulls out a chair for you. You sit with a small smile, attempting to appease the man that balanced your planet’s fate on the end of his trigger finger. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure,” Thrawn’s lips pull up in a smirk, the silky timbre of his voice dripping like molasses off the edge of your spine, warming something deep in your abdomen that makes you blush. 
Without ceremony, he settled in his seat across the table. Those crimson eyes pass over your frame with a gaze so heavy it’s as though you feel it dance across your skin, leaving flames in its wake. 
“I recommend the oysters, your highness,” he addresses you respectfully with your title. “Freshly farmed a few hours ago.” 
Upon his insistence, you began to feast. A polite silence falls between you, Thrawn’s eyes set on you as he watches you relish the flavour of the delicate oysters. He looks pleased. 
You cannot deny the warmth that creeps across your skin the longer he looks at you. Thrawn's presence makes you almost dizzy, but the fear that had prickled at the base of your neck when you had been informed of his arrival had been replaced with something far more titillating. 
“I must offer you my appreciation for your willingness to collaborate with the Empire, your highness, Thrawn praises you while you take a moment to sip the red wine you had been offered upon arrival. “I think you will find that I serve at your pleasure.”
“So it would seem,” you smile weakly, glancing across the table top. Pomegranate, oysters, wine. Your mind felt numb, slow to connect the thread that ran through each item— a singular quality they all shared. 
“I wish to assure you of my commitment to ensuring you and your people are appropriately cared for,” Thrawn continues, elegantly standing from his seat at the head of the table and approaching where you sat like a Groundlion; a creature you knew belonged to the Chiss star system. “That our relationship continues to develop organically.” 
The air around you vibrates as he approaches, your heart lurching. You had not failed to note the double meaning and slight innuendo to his comments. Flush paints your cheeks when you feel the slick wetness between your thighs, unable to look the Chiss in the eyes as he stands before you. 
The Grand Admiral’s azure palm takes hold of your chin gently, tilting your head back and forcing you to look him in the eye. He’s poised, ice cold and stoic while he watches you burn up. “Don’t you agree?”
Pomegranate, wine, oysters. Pomegranate. Wine. Oysters. 
Thrawn’s fingertips glide down your throat, tracing the dip of your sternum down down beneath your naval, leaving a devastating trail of arousal in the wake of his feather-light touch. 
Pomegranate. Red Wine. Oysters. 
Aphrodisiacs. 
“Ah—“ you gasp the moment the word comes to mind, Thrawn’s fingertip brushing the curve of your sex and finding against your swollen, throbbing clit through the layers of fabric. Your eyes roll back, knuckles bleaching as he steadily and oh so easily works his hand beneath your skirts. Each motion is fluid, as easy as breathing. 
“Apologies, your highness,” Thrawn spoke, his timbre even and mind-bendingly steady in comparison to your broken breaths of ecstasy. His fingers work through your folds, spreading your pussy lips and collecting your slick across his cerulean fingerprints. “I didn’t quite catch your reply.” 
There’s a vague cruelty to his tone, enjoying your suffering. His eyes are glued to your expression, watching it crumple with desperation as he removes his touch from your sex raising his slick-drenched fingers to his lips and relishing in the taste when he presses the digits to his tongue. 
Your chest heaves, utterly undignified with your thighs still spread in the hopes he’ll touch you again, trembling with need. Grand Admiral Thrawn’s eyes slip closed with a quiet hum of appreciation, removing his fingers from his tongue. 
“Exquisite,” he husks, eyes dropping to you once more. 
“Please—“ you beg him, far beyond the political ramifications and the threat of being labelled a co-conspirator. 
“A princess should not beg,” he scolds you with an even tone, his hand easily working itself between your thighs once again, immediately finding your swollen clit and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. It’s tortuous, your body practically folding in on itself at the devastating arousal that causes slick to leak down your thighs. “She should command her subject. Demand their service.” 
You cannot even muster a plea of mercy, rocking your hips forward to grind your clit against his knuckles. He appears to savour the way pleasure contorts your expression, your brows knitting together and jaw falling slack as you chase the high that had so suddenly threatened to burst through you like a blaster charge. 
“It would appear that we are destined to have a successful working relationship, your highness,” Thrawn muses, the flat expression on his face doing little to hide the gleeful glint in his eye at just how easy it was to reduce you to a trembling wreck. “Wouldn’t you agree?”
You have no time to answer, no chance to even suck air into your lungs before your vision goes white. Pure hot plasma bursts through your abdomen, running hot and thick like the magma on Mustafar. Sobbed wails of Thrawn’s name, sans his title pour from your lips as you grasp desperately at his wrist, drawing crimson blood from his cobalt wrist when you dig your nails in. 
Over the roar of the blood in your ears, rapid heart pounding in your ears as Thrawn continuous to torture your clit through the orgasm that threatens to obliterate you, you hear a twinge in the Grand admiral’s voice. Smug. 
“So it would seem.” 
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getthrawnin · 2 months
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Late #thrawnthursday. #thrawn #grandadmiralthrawn
A redo of a manip done ages ago. Thrawn in from castle in the snow warring furlongs cape in a military uniform.
Part of anime work.
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snow-dragon-rider · 9 months
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Baylan Skoll, shiny new Jedi Knight, full of boundless optimism and joy, takes a shiny new padawan, a tiny girl full of boundless optimism and joy to match, and the Council smiles at her endless questions and his endless patience.
Baylan Skoll, Jedi Knight, promises to teach and she promises to learn, and they adore each other and the Force dances around them in the hope of what could be.
Baylan Skoll, Jedi Knight, is sent off to war with his padawan like they all are, and already the Temple seems dimmer, like shadows creep in the corners without the two bright balls of light in the Force to keep them out.
Baylan Skoll, General in the Grand Army of the Republic, fights for what is right and teaches his padawan the same, as he keeps her as far from danger as he can in a galactic war.
Baylan Skoll, Jedi General, senses a change in the clones as the order comes down, and he pulls his padawan behind him, tells her to stay there and he will protect her, and she believes him, she always has, and he has never let her down before.
Baylan Skoll, traitor to the Republic, runs, shields his little padawan, sends her into the vents to hide while he cuts them a path out, and he kills dozens—hundreds?—he doesn’t know anymore—of clones, because he promised to protect her.
Baylan Skoll, Jedi Knight, fights no longer to get them out, but to get back to her, because the clones have found her and she is alone and she is terrified and the last thing he feels before he watches them execute her is her hope—her knowledge—that he will save her.
Baylan Skoll, broken man, kills every clone he can find because they took her and he couldn’t get her back, they betrayed the Jedi and he can’t get them back either, the Order has fallen and so has he.
Baylan Skoll, man on the run, takes his fight to whoever has the misfortune to catch his eye, and woe betide those he sets his sights on.
Baylan Skoll, mercenary, finds himself teaching a new apprentice to fight for a new Empire, not the old one the clones killed his padawan to create, but a new one, built by a new man, a man who sees the greater good and knows what must be done to bring it about (so he is told).
Baylan Skoll, fallen Jedi, finds this man, this Thrawn, and he has gone through trial and storm and tribulation and fire to get here, but so have Tano and her allies, and he will not give up without a fight, he never has.
Baylan Skoll, fallen Jedi, sees this boy, this child who would have been a padawan in the old days, who should be one now, who is in danger, who is terrified of the soldiers bearing down on him.
Baylan Skoll, fallen Jedi, fights for what is right, even though he hasn’t always, because he couldn’t save his padawan all those years ago, but damn it he will save Bridger’s.
Baylan Skoll, Jedi Knight, dies a hero, dies a death he could not all those years ago, dies to save a child, and the Force dances at the blaze of hope that burns so bright it shames the stars as it welcomes him home.
Baylan Skoll, worthy Jedi Knight, the Force says, be at peace.
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thrawns-backrest · 8 months
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A reworked illustration for my patriarch fashion headcanons. Click for better quality and as always, headcanons under the cut.
Patriarchs (featuring Thurfian and Lamiov)
With Patriarchs we see the appearance of long jackets, wide lapels and tall structured collars (attached to the outfit separately). The most prominent difference for ruling patriarchs is that the outerwrap robe fastens with two twin knots rather than one.
The jackets are both long-sleeved and sleeveless depending on the intricacy of the undergarments and the wearer’s desire to show them off.
Patriarchs wear distinctive headpieces (will cover in another post) and conform to the traditional long hairstyles. The separately attached collars are modified in the back to better allow for these styles. These collars were originally meant to demonstrate proper posture and fit best when the wearer was standing or sitting upright. Their rigidity and restrictiveness has decreased with time but they still serve to highlight the wearer’s stance.
For Patriarchs the top of the white underwear robe is visible above the underrobe collar – normally underwear garments are supposed to be concealed but these robes were given tall necklines to prevent chafing to the neck from the structured collars worn on top. Because of this function they were made from fine silk. Eventually they became a status symbol (both because of the expensive material used and the fact that it was used in combination with structured collars) and began to be worn more visibly.
The overskirt, coming in several variations, is another characteristic item. Being the most traditional element of the patriarchs’ ensemble, it’s become obscure in other ranks and distinctive as a result. The pleating is meant to demonstrate an abundance of fabric, often embroidered, and its only use is for layering and decoration rather than practical purposes.
Somewhat counterintuitively, Patriarch robes have less lavish lower hems (absent the usual flaring cut) to allow for ease of movement and compensate for the extra weight added by the jacket length, overskirt and other weighty decorative elements and accessories.
In terms of curiosities, the Stybla are an interesting case both because their Patriarch is allowed to wear ruling family regalia despite not being one of the nine and because they preserve some older elements in their garments from the time they were the only ruling family. Like the hanging gold pin style of displaying their family crest.
All in all, cuts, accessories and colors vary depending on the wearer’s preference and current fashions but most patriarchs conform at least partially to established traditions.
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horatio-fig · 3 months
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Headcanons I have about random Imperials based purely on ✨vibes✨
Thrawn - Puts both hands on the walls at urinals.
Eli - Always has a bruise in the shape of someones handprint on his ass.
Faro - Sniffs babies.
Pryce - Licks the inside of crisp packets.
Kallus - Pees in the sink.
Lyste - Thinks women poop babies out their butts.
Tarkin - Can’t rotate a PDF.
Krennic - Thinks Kit Kats are chocolate bars.
Ronan - Won’t shut up about his favourite podcast. 
Deyja - His Doctor says he can’t have engery drinks anymore. 
Gideon - Has never been to McDonalds and wants everyone to know it.
Yularen - Lactose intolerant (and deeply ashamed of this).
Dobbs - Doesn’t understand punctuation so always uses commas,
Enoch - Don’t bully him, he’ll cum.
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things that i think thrawn + the ascendancy gang would love (part 2)
thrawn: earning as many doctorate & masters degrees as possible (he loves being able to say that he’s a master at everything from art history to underwater basket weaving - & he has the diplomas to prove it)
eli: the dying crafts list + being the one person preventing so many crafts from not being practiced anymore (he tries to teach them to the sky-walker girls with varying degrees of success)
ar’alani: women’s sports in general, but also really niche sports (you know she was playing pickleball way before everyone else, but now that it’s kind of popular she’s moving on to like roller derby or something)
wutroow: the duolingo owl - not the app, the owl specifically (even though she speaks like 5 languages already & will 10000% learn another just so she can gossip without other people being able to eavesdrop). also chappell roan.
che’ri: spontaneously chopping off all your hair in the bathroom at 2am (&& probably giving yourself bangs too for good measure)
samakro: renaissance festivals (you know he’s got a giant turkey leg in one hand, a mug of ale in the other + is booking it to axe throwing)
thalias: modern adaptations of jane austen novels (no one appreciates yearning like she does)
faro: driving late at night with your windows down & a killer playlist blaring (bonus points if it like just rained & you can smell it in the air)
ba’kif: sam reich on game changer (he wants his cedf officers to experience just a fraction of the stress they put him under so badly)
thrass: the headspace meditation app (also under so much stress, but handling it in a very different way)
thurfian + zistalmu: the reesa teesa ‘who tf did i marry’ tiktok series (this much hot goss? for free?! they’re sat)
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sendpseuds · 7 months
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Grand Admiral Prawn Thrawn
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