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contentment-of-cats · 1 year

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Ba'kif: Chronicle of the Ice Bear

For @admiral-arelami by request and with delight. I love me some Ice Bear.

When he was Labaki, standing on the cusp of captain and major, he went to Lamiov and had the hardest discussion of his life. He had a new baby daughter, a little blue moonfruit in a fleece cuddler. His wives were many, and his 'Kifies' at oldest were ensigns.

"I do not wish to marry again, or to father children I might have to leave behind." Colonel was next, and unless one fucked up horribly, field rank was after that. "I never want them to see the back of me, and know that I had the choice between family and Ascendancy."

Stybla'ba'kifodo was Blood-Born going nine generations back, honored and honorable, he committed young to the Ascendancy and joined the Marines right out of secondary. Lamiov tried to assure him that whatever happened should he don the white uniform, his wives and babes would be cared for.

Labaki pursed his lips and blinked hard. "But not by me, Patriarch. Not as I promised. If I must break my word to them, let it be with the least pain for them all going forward."

No warm lover next to him in bed, no nest of wives and children sleeping around him safe and warm. No hand on a rounded belly, feeling the life moving within. No sweet-smelling bundle of baby in the crook of his arm, no little one on his knee, no young adult who knew everything rolling eyes at hopelessly old ticsi. No skinned knees, no milestones to celebrate, no star days with cake and delight at toys. Despite his yearning, he would be a piss-poor example of honor and duty if he shirked, but he'd be a father who left if he upheld his duty to the Ascendancy.

Lamiov sighed. "The Universal Analysis Group would take you in a heartbeat. Labaki, it's not all or nothing, nor as binary as you see it."

Lamiov was an optimist, and Labaki loved that about him. However, after rising through the ranks of the army, Labaki had very little optimism left.

"I know my duty, cousin. The Ascendancy needs people in those white uniforms who live their vows, not just give lip service to them."

Lamikav sensed his mood when he came back home, and all his wives gave him a wide berth. He burgled Lataem from her cradle and stole out to the garden with her travel bag. Tae was a 'surprise' baby, the next youngest of his child-herd was starting the sciences junior academy this year, and soon little Tae would be the only one at home. The little moonfruit was fat and round as a baby should be, her deep blue flecked with pink and purple across her cheeks. Her mother, Mir, was a former sky-walker and merit adoptive, and some of her mother's serene demeanor was present in Tae.

Tae made a soft grunting noise and pushed at his chest with an impatient fist once freed from her swaddle.

"I know for a fact you have been fed. You are playing me for a sucker." Unimpressed, his child gave him a look that conveyed an insubordinate 'so what?' and pushed on his chest again. "Fine, fine. You'll make me get up in the middle of the night to burp you when you're so gorged you can't move, then you'll puke all over your Tati."

Labaki took out a nursing pack, broke open the heating element and allowed it to come to the proper temperature.

"I spoke to Cousin Mio. He's trying to convince me to go to the UAG. Part of me wants to, since it means I could stay and watch you grow up." Offering the nursing pack to his daughter, he settled in with her in the crook of his arm. "But that means not standing against things that ought to perish. Patronage, self-dealing, corruption, duplicity. But that doesn't mean anything to you right now. All you want is to be warm, drink milk, and be told you are the most beautiful baby to ever exist."

Her Majesty ignored the flattery and he had to break the latch to slow her down.

"I do not want to leave, but my promotion makes it likely that I will see that white uniform in the next ten to twelve years. You won't be grown by then."

Five years later, after the Siege of Bogo Rai, Major Labaki became Colonel Labaki. His family welcomed him home, new honor chains bright on his chest, and a long medical leave to let him heal the rest of the way. His first grandchild, Kiwu'lai'torus, was a fat little moonfruit in a cuddler and Tae was a curly-haired cyclone in the garden, always ready to claim his knee and the only one still of age to do so.

"Baba!"

He could still toss her in the air, only a little unsteady as he caught her on the way down. They could talk over the secure comms, but not see each other. The Chaos disrupted comms signals unexpectedly, and the only true secure method was by using courier ships.

"Some men came to see me after I took some tests at school and a nice lady."

It was unworthy of him not to want his own children to become sky-walkers. He knew that. "What did they want to see you about?"

"I don't know, but I didn't like them. They were all slippery and slimy when they talked. They went away."

Labaki looked at Mir, her lips thin and fists clenched in her robe. "They-?"

Mir shook her head, lashes wet. "They test all children starting at age five up to age seven on entry to primary. It was a decision of the Syndicure and the Admiralty. No exemptions for anyone."

Labaki held Tae close, his heart hammering in his chest. Only command bridge officers and flag rank were supposed to know about sky-walkers, but he had married one. He saw the bodies of two of them carried off the Saber after Bogo Rai.

"But I'm not going." Tae stomped a foot that didn't touch the ground. "The lady said I was too stubborn for induction."

Mir smiled, but it was strained, and Labaki knew the signs of a dazzle headache. He picked up Tae and slung her over one hip, then slid an arm around Mir. "Tae, Mir, come and have a lie-down with me. I'm tired from my trip."

"Will you read to us, Tati?"

"Of course."

It was not until many years later that he understood what 'induction' really meant.

The day came.

Ba'kif sent a prayer of thanks to his ancestors that Tae had been accepted to the Academy of Sciences on Sposia and would leave before his ceremony. By now she knew what the white uniform meant. Once he left, his family would mourn as if for his death. Even if he should die in the line of duty, he would have a memorial on Naproar.

"I don't want to go." Tae's arms held to his middle and her tears soaked his shirt. "Can't I stay until it's time for you to go?"

Ba'kif's tears fell on her head. "No, love. I'm sorry. You need to start your life, not cry over mine. When it's time for me to retire, you'll be a grown woman. I hope you'll remember me."

He'd likely end up on Sposia, but not anywhere near the academy. The UAG facilities were the most highly secured in the Ascendancy, much to the irritation of the Syndicure, the Nine, the Forty, and the CEDF.

"I will always remember you. Why do you have to go?"

His heart broke inside his chest. Yai, his oldest, was weeks away from having her first child. His wives would be treated as widows, his children as orphans.

"Because before you or any of your brothers and sisters were born, I made a promise to protect the people of the Ascendancy. When I become a general, after my ceremony, I must protect them all as I would protect you." His voice didn't break, and he could be proud of that. "I hoped that this wouldn't come until you were ready to fly on your own. Please, just remember that I am so proud of you, and love you still so much."

Mir pilots the shuttle that will take Tae and Lamiov to Sposia. When the ramp went down, he bid them farewell, and watched as the ramp went up again, and the shuttle lifted into atmosphere. He said his farewells at the homestead, where the mourning lamps were lit once he left the boundary stones. The Admiralty shuttle waited for him at the CEDF post in the secure section of the spaceport.

When he was Supreme General, he got a taste of what it was like to raise young ones again. Only this time the young ones had a Taharim education and were additionally too smart for their own good. He took them aboard his vessel and managed to persuade Ja'fosk to give him a free hand with both Ensign Ziara and Ensign Thrawn. Ziara stuffed Thrawn through a four-year education in three years, and essentially took him everywhere she went like a child with a favored plushie. Wags joked that the boy was the Irizi Blood-Daughter's first command, and that he had a fine future ahead of him as a trophy husband once the Mitth let him go.

After dealing with both of them at the academy, Ba'kif knew that Ziara didn't dare to let Thrawn out of eyeshot. He and Ja'fosk were quick to learn that lesson, and set to making sure that both young officers were crosstrained on every station aboard the Ferocious.

In time both moved on to their own commands, but where Ziara rose high Thrawn stuck at senior captain. Dy'lothe, also known as the Late Admiral Dy'lothe for his habit of getting there when the battle was over, stopped Thrawn's promotion to commodore with Ers'ikaro. Both men openly flaunted their connections with the Syndicure and their allegedly former families - the Clarr and the Dasklo. Both men voted to exile Thrawn, along with Af'arilk, agaainst Ar'alani and Ja'fosk.

Thrawn agreed to the intel insertion from his world of exile, and he'd be picked up in three years. But no humans came to that world for five. Thrawn could rightly believe that he's been abandoned and Ba'kif had broken his word. Indeed, Ar'alani confirmed that for him in a visit to Sposia after his return to being Labaki and elevation to Patriarch.

The Syndicure passed down the sentence.

Ar'alani, Ba'kif, and Thrawn would be executed at dawn. Their heads would fall under the sword. The Syndicure under Thurfian and the Admiralty under Dy'lothe had been unanimous. Now they could only wait in their cells as the hours ticked toward dawn. Ba'kif sent farewells to his family that he hoped they'd received. It was unheard of to depose a sitting Patriarch, Indeed, it was tantamount to a declaration of war, but he'd named Tae as his successor and Thurfian would kiss Dhav'uul dealing with her.

The ground shook hard and Ba'kif frowned.

That was not an icequake.

He could hear nothing from his cell, but some hours later the ground shook twice more in quick succession and the lights went out. The north glacier reservoir had been shored up ten years ago to handle excess melt. If it had breached, he wouldn't have to worry about losing his head or even drowning - the water was so cold he'd die of shock.

The door to his cell handcranked open, and a squad of guards gestured him out. One moved to put shackles on him only to be shoved back by the sergeant. He moved slowly - the questioning had been hard on him at the age he was now. He could see two more squads ahead of them, Thrawn on a stretcher and Ar'alani in a four-hand carry. Thrawn opened his eyes, smiled, and closed them again.Ba'kif vowed to peel the skin from Thurfian, Dy'lothe, and all their little brown-nosers, then roll them in salt and stake them alive over ice-roach nests.

They exited the Mitth compound into a dark so thick that Ba'kif could have spread it on toast. If memory served, they were heading toward the commercial spaceport and customs instead of the Admiralty or government center port. He was with Ar'alani and Thrawn in one transport. The guards answered no questions, only drove, through they passed over a medikit when Ba'kif asked for one. Ar'alani and Thrawn were in rough shape.

The headlights of the vehicle picked out something that made him blink.

"That's a Gozanti."

"It's one of theirs," the driver spat. "They interdicted the whole system along with the Stybla fleet. She didn't bother to open communications, but cratered the Syndicure as soon as she was in orbit. Then she did the same to the Admiralty and the Mitth reservoir - drained the whole thing into the agriculture caverns."

Thrawn was smiling and Ar'alani rolling her eyes. "Thrawn. She didn't even open negotiations first."

"You don't even know it was her, Ara."

"Shoot first and ask later. I know who it is."

"Captain Little Dragon of the Chimaera." Pyron'di. "And Commodore Old Lion." Pel'laeon.

Ba'kif shut his eyes and breathed out a long sigh of relief. "I shouldn't have worried, Thrawn. I knew they'd come boiling out after you like a nest of firewasps."

They stopped near the boarding ramp, but Ba'kif was almost bowled off his feet by Tae.

Who yelled at him. Shook him. Cried and hugged him. Yelled at him again. "Sesi's so mad at you!"

Medical crews surrounded each of them as the Gozanti lifted off, escorted by a dozen TIE-D fighters for the quick flight to the Chimaera. Ba'kif didn't fight being laid down in the medsled. He was old, tired, and hoped meanly that the Syndicure had been in session when Pyrondi cratered it.

Once they locked onto the Chimaera's docking ring, the captain came to see them. "We'll be taking the prisoners off first."

"Prisoners?" Thrawn lifted his head and Ar'alani pushed it back down to the pillow.

"Mm. The Nine have been deposed. Thurfian, Zistalmu, the Clarr, Dasklo, and Obbic patriarchs, speakers, and syndics prime have been turned over to-" Tae coughed and looked amused. "Old Lion and Little Dragon." He might have some explaining to do concerning Il'yana, but Ba'kif wasn't too worried. "Tati, the UAG is foaming at the mouth to get hands on those ships not to mention that bac'tah..."

Ba'kif closed his eyes, pain medications easing his injuries, the medics already starting work.

#5 for 5000 #admiral-arelami #ba'kif #thrawn #ar'alani

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porrigens · 3 months

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pegoryu valentine :3

#p5 #persona 5 #persona 5 royal #ryuji sakamoto #sakamoto ryuji #pegoryu #persona 5 protagonist #akira kurusu #ren amamiya #i made this last year LOL #sorry for not posting </3 i forget #idk when i'll post again</3 #but beleive in me ... please.... its all i have...#i just finished a big assignment in uni im so tired #i typed 5000 words in two hours #anyways i like pegoryu ryuji would bounce his leg when hes nervous #i need to replay p5 games at some point tbh the motivation isn't there for p5 anymore sad emoji

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caiabresebun · 9 months

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summer <3

#atsv #spiderverse #miguel ohara #spiderman 2099 #FOR EVERYONE WHO CHEERED ME ON TO DRAW A SEXY MIGUEL.... THIS IS FOR YOU!!!!#im never doing this again i spent probably 3-5 hours drawing abs 5000 times. im free #is there an easy way to render body hair btw like please tell me why i had to lovingly draw each individual hair. hell #dont rb yet i have a follow up pic teehee

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carsthatnevermadeitetc · 4 months

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Audi 100 C2, 1976. The second generation 100 was the first designed and developed under Volkswagen's control of Audi. It was the first car in the world to offer a 5 cylinder petrol engine. In addition to the 4 door saloon it was available as a 2 door saloon and an Avant, 5 door hatchback. Only a little over one in every twenty 100 buyers opted for the fastback Avant, the 2 door saloon was even less popular. Both configurations were dropped for the C3 generation, the Avant became a long-roof estate. For the US market it was renamed the Audi 5000

#Audi #Audi 100 #Audi 100 C2 #second generation #5 cylinder #hatchback #1976 #1970s #Audi 5000

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turtleofdamascus · 2 months

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Some screencap/color studies I did of episode 5 of @mastersoftheair

#masters of the air #color study #watched this 5000 times already #episode 5 is my favorite #anthony boyle is heartbreaking #sad for harry crosby #a masterpiece

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sandinthepipes · 8 months

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Raphael this, lucifer that.

No. How about Aziraphale and Crowley are just some guys. Sure it might be fun to speculate a bit and look at all the connections, but at the end of the day, at least for me, it’s a lot more comforting and beautiful the idea that they’re just there. Nothing’s special about them except that they’re being themselves

#they’re just some dudes being bros #maybe sitting in a hot tub #not 5 feet apart cause they’re definitely gay #in the most a-gendered way possible #‘oh but what about the 5000 Lazzari mirac-‘#shut up you big dumbo have you ever heard of the power of love #love wins #good omens #good omens 2 #ineffable husbands #Crowley #aziraphale

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katyspersonal · 6 months

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Their virgin "wahh I should block every person the Cool Kids claimed a looser and align with my audience's demands to not lose my platform as a creator :'((((" vs my chad "I will deliberately say or reblog something controvercial once in a while as a preventive measure to ward off the people that only like me when I am pure"

#personal #too many people are scared to be claimed 'bad' these days #seriously guys just embrace being bad as a natural human experience like I did #if everyone is bad then no one is bad this philosophy shit is easy #I am just sooooo mad at conformist people that really are okay with audience that keeps them restricted #like guys. guys guys guys. you will be happier with like 5 genuine fans that accept you for who you are #than with 5000 'fans' that will burn the witch as soon as you fail their expectations #so many people are scared of being CLAIMED bad that they forget to fear BEING bad #ohhhh damn that's deep I should write a book

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risingsunresistance · 1 year

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the hypixel/mineplex beef continues even beyond its grave o7

[Image ID: A tweet from @Simon_Hypixel reading:

"After making millions over the years, the current Mineplex owners didn't even bother to properly shut down the servers with a thank you message to their community. There are claims that they didn't pay their own last remaining developers in the last few months. What a shitshow.

This server meant a lot to a ton of players over the years, but to the owners, it was just numbers. Numbers stopped meeting their expectations and this whole thing probably became a mere distraction.

They didn't even bother using an AI to help them write a thank-you message, they just moved on and left the players and even their developers in the dark. Shameless. Couldn't even take 5 fucking minutes. But hey they did take 5 minutes a while ago to ask for VIP-only games to increase profits, lol.

I respect the original owners who built this server and made us level up our game back in the day. I just couldn't say the same about the current one that just had 0 care in the world and left their community without a proper goodbye that would have taken 5 minutes to write."

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this was a quote retweet of TheMisterEpic's video on what caused mineplex to shut down, which i highly recommend watching

#added an image ID bc it's very easy to add them for tweets but lemme know if the format is bad or anything bc i dont do that very often #i need to do it more often like at least for pictures (i think my descriptions of videos would be very insufficient)#but im usually just posting skyblock and literally like 5 ppl are gonna see it. or sometimes 5000. i never know!#simon hypixel

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whatudottu · 2 months

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If I thought the Transformers (Aligned) timeline was convoluted, god the Trollhunters timeline is fucked beyond all hell, and worse of all because they use Merlin - bloody MERLIN - as a character that created the amulet there's an upper limit of time Trollhunters have existed before, heck even Myrddin Wyllt his welsh name (and canonical alternate name in the show), Merlin stops being the Merlin from human myth and starts becoming Merlin a similarly named folkloric character in troll myth-

I wonder if I, a fan coming in at minimum 2023, am arriving to this a little late but- if this isn't going to be a timeline rewrite then let me complain about how specific canonical details contradict with one another, including the glaringly obvious issue of Wizard's addition to the timeline, making Deya the Deliverer the first Trollhunter and thus practically erasing most of the historical Trollhunters or conforming to fit them all in a timeline of 900ish years.

I'll address the elephant in the room when we get to it, but let's set up the basics, both for me and any viewer not already in the know (given that my audience is mostly from transformers and ben 10, I'd say it's a lot of you).

Trolls and humans got off to a bad start, humans living on the surface and trolls having originated from a realm called the Darklands, accessible from a bridge (a gateway) Kilahead bridge. Like with any civilisation there are good and bad trolls, the baddest being Orlagk the Oppressor, leader of the Gumm-Gumms. Having been introduced to the surface, trolls fought with the humans who already lived on it creating the War for the Surface Lands, and their fighting lead the first Heartstone (a gigantic magical gem that serves as the centre of troll caverns, healing them and providing power) to corrupt and birth Gunmar. This war lasted for millennia, Gunmar taking over leadership of the Gumm-Gumms after slaying Orlagk at some vague point, up until the Battle of Kilahead Bridge where the Gumm-Gumms were sealed away in the Darklands again thanks to the Trollhunter Deya the Deliverer.

Okay, sure, that doesn't sound very bad at first, up until you realise that the Battle of Kilahead Bridge was 900 years prior to the series (2016 was it's release date) and thus in the year 1116 AD give or take; the legend of Merlin as a magician, a wizard, was in the 12th century which would've been instead at minimum 1300 AD that's 200 years of difference. Not to mention Angor Rot - a character and antagonist in the show - came begging for magic to stop Gunmar's armies from destroying more and more independant troll tribes, like his own, in 1200 AD at least. Why in the fucking hell would Angor Rot bother to risk his own soul asking for magic, from a sorcerer known as (among many things) the Eldritch Queen, if Gunmar and his Gumm-Gumms were already kept within the Darklands. Gunmar's son Bular, the one Gumm-Gumm to not be banished, is surely not that much of a threat to not one but multiple villages it would send someone to the doorstep of the Pale Lady. In addition, Angor Rot was responsible for killing at least a few Trollhunters, one known and named being Voltar the Voracious, who was the only Trollhunter given an exact year of choosing in 1578. And the fucker is listed BEFORE Deya on the wiki but that alone doesn't mean anything, however she does die in 1620 to Bular, 396 years before the show.

Alright then, so you look at Merlin's mythological existence and go 'now what about the whole thing about millenia' because 12th century doesn't allow the War for the Surface Lands to have a Trollhunter, even with 11 named Trollhunters that come presumably before Deya (Unkar the Unfortunate, despite being trained by Blinky who in human standards - assuming his human body tells us his age - is probably about middle age give or take, fought in the time Gumm-Gumms were still around even if slain by Bular). Given that Trollhunters itself references Merlin's original Welsh name Myrddin (and his in show last name is Ambrosius, which would be Emyrs in the original Welsh, as opposed to Wyllt for 'of the wild), I thought that potentially looking into when Myrddin first came around I would be able to get a better timeline; Myrddin Wyllt was said to have been born - and not just the legend - in 540 AD, which gives between that and 2016 1476 years to work with, allowing the 400ish years ago that Deya died (and the 438 years from when Voltar had the amulet) and the millenia's worth of war the War for the Surface Lands took.

Done deal, right?

Well guess what, some fucker named Spar the Spiteful (not even the first Trollhunter like Deya so proclaims to be) died 5200 years before Jim, our protagonist and first HUMAN Trollhunter, ever picked up the mantle. 5200 years before 2016 is the bloody fucking 4th millenium BC. This period included the beginnings of the Bronze Age, and was the bloody time WRITING was invented! And in Spar's time, there was no DOMESTIC HORSES! HORSE RIDING DIDN'T BLOODY EXIST WHEN SPAR DIED HOW FUCKED IT THAT!?

God FUCKING DAMN IT!

Fine, I can work with this.

Merlin in the show is all the old man we think of him as in myth, but he's also still old when we go back in time to when the Battle of Kilahead Bridge takes place, albeit it without a full head of grey hairs (how does the old man age more than his teen/young adult apprentice) potentially as a young sorcerer/wizard/whatever they use these terms interchangeably, Merlin or Myrddin created the Amulet of Daylight. You could even give more wriggle room between whenever trolls came to the surface and when Merlin made the amulet, because although Orlagk was a figure explicitly older than Gunmar, there is no mention of an amulet without Gunmar simply a time when he was still not a leader. In fact, given that Merlin's original name - Myrddin - came from a riddle designed with the intent to kill Gunmar, a piece informing the Trollhunter teams how to kill Gunmar rather than Orlagk the original leader, perhaps it's befitting to make Myrddin technically younger than the trolls; given that the original purpose of the Amulet of Daylight was not to kill Gunmar but to protect trolls, seeing as how one of the keys to Gunmar's destruction is a Triumbric Stone (one of 3) that resulted in the death of Orlagk, the amulet can date to before Gunmar and have been made after the Gumm-Gumms took out their rage on other trolls instead of humans alone.

The Trollhunter after Spar the Spiteful was Boraz the Bold, named that specifically for taking on 1000 Gumm-Gumms, was killed by Bular who was - as I said - Gunmar's son. While that does not mean that Spar the previous Trollhunter existed before Bular did, it does mean that by the time Boraz was selected after Spar's position Bular was competent enough to slay a Trollhunter, especially one as 'Bold' as Boraz who felled a thousand Gumm-Gumms before falling to 1001. It would mean that his father Gunmar would be much older, potentially tracking further and further back in time and putting Orlagk's death deeper and deeper into the War for the Surface Lands, potentially even aligned Orlagk's death and the Triumbric Stone's creation to a period humans heard of Myrddin, the death of Orlagk potentially landing in 540 AD, perhaps even in 573 AD where an actual battle took place, the Battle of Arfderydd; this details a Riderch Hael, King of Alt Clut (Stratclyde, a Brittonic kingdom in northern... well... Britain, which got annexed in the 11th century AKA 1000 AD to become part of the emerging Kingdom of Scotland) slaughtering the forces of a Gwenddoleu ap Ceidio, Myrddin having gone mad watching that defeat.

The remaining named Trollhunters, ones that weren't explicitly dated and timed, are in a bullshit order on the Wiki that I just have to piece together what is being said to put together a timeline.

Maddrux the Many, he/him in the show and she/her in the comics, was canonically an active Trollhunter before another, Araknak the Agile, was either born or an actual functioning adult; Araknak is the ancestor of the previously mentioned (and assumed to be) middle aged Blinkous Galadrigal and his brother (an older brother or twin depending on who you quote) Dictatious Maximus Galadrigal, the pair being present for the Battle of Kilahead Bridge and still alive by 2016 and idk about Tatious but Blinky appears in 2017 or at least whenever RoTT takes place. To use the term ancestor instead of grandparent or even parent, which technically ancestor can be used on either anyway, means that the exact family history is undetermined. However, we can place Maddrux at the very least on the timeline where Orlagk was still active in, seeing as that was her major enemy in the comics.

At the end of her service instead of going directly to Araknak, a Trollhunter preceded him in Magmar the Molten, the only known mountain troll to be a wielder of Daylight. Interesting to note, Araknak learnt from Magmar a certain combat move so, even before his selection by the amulet Araknak was already preferring the lifestyle of a warrior in comparison to his scholar parents; a trait that outlasted the warrior spirit and descended to the Galadrigals however many years later. Mentioned specifically as preceding not only Araknak but Tellad-Urr, we have another date to place as Tellad-Urr the Triumphant - very soon to be Tellad-Urr the Terrible - was active until 501 CE where Orlagk was still alive; how convientient. It helps that Gogun the Gentle - his immediate successor - would be the only Trollhunter to die of old age, potentially because Gunmar was too busy killing Orlagk and Orlagk too busy being dead for either of them to do anything.

Hopefully Gogun was already an old fart because the oldest recorded troll Chokeenamaga lived to 5352 years and I have no idea if that's slightly above average, notably old, or specific to a troll type (like for example, mountain trolls may have the longest average lifespan of all trollkin), and it's not like I can look at the show for any reference because Draal the Deadly, son of Kanjigar the Couragous and the previous Trollhunter did not age between 900 years yet there are no troll whelps in modern Trollmarket, let alone the fact that the Battle of Kilahead Bridge according to our established Trollhunters could not have happened before 1578 but must have happened between then and 1620. And Draal is an adult in modern day but is rather impulsive and I do not know if that is simply a troll trait or the trait of a twenty something year old that should've had a different design in the past but couldn't because of the limitations of 3D show animation (Prime fans would know or at least see visually that you can't just design a cybertronian version of a bot's root mode without things getting expensive, it's why Skyquake couldn't fly despite looking the same before and after alt mode acquisition).

Speaking of age, this is also the time where Aaarrrgghh!!! was a teenager, which either means that Blinky is actually much younger than Aaarrrgghh!!! or there is another Trollhunter or few between Araknak the Agile and Tellad-Urr the Terrible; 5200 years is a lot of grounds to cover, especially with a Trollhunter dying of age between it. Tellad-Urr has an appearance similar to Kanjigar, and given that it's a book cover rather than a 3D model there may be grounds for him being of the same tribe as Kanjigar if not an ancestor like Araknak to Blinky. It could work give or take, especially since 'ancestor' is less of an official word and more of a footnote for someone's opinion, but it isn't word of god nor anything found in any media.

And keeping with age (last one I promise) Gorgus the Gorgeous, referenced in terms used by modern trolls 'By Gorgus' or 'Great Gorgus', was one of the youngest Trollhunters to be chosen. Whether he was younger than Jim Lake Jr, 16 years old at his time of getting the amulet, depends on what the hell the age of 24 fucking means to a troll. Is it the equivalent of 24 years in troll years? If so then why the hell does he begin training 32 troll years later at age 56 if he wasn't chosen to have the amulet at 24 human years old. What is 24 human years to a troll. NotEnrique, a changeling (troll whelp cursed to change into a human, can do so at will) is canonically a few centuries old, and he is fresh from the Darklands after replacing a human baby Enrique. He at a few centuries old is able to throw and host a troll party at his age, and maybe changeling's age differently and a changeling hosting a troll party would be very new because haha discrimination, but no troll flinches at the concept. And a few centuries could be considered more than 2 (being a few it's already more than 1) so the more centuries you tack on to this college type frat party host the more and more Gorgus' age becomes terrifyingly young like exorbitantly so.

If a few centuries means 'ability to host a party where full grown trolls do keg stands' then 24 probably means whelp, baby, a fucking toddler by troll standards, assuming changelings follow troll aging standards against their human mimicking physical development standards. If a 24 year old Trollhunter is only ONE OF the youngest Trollhunters, who was the youngest? Predestined at bloody birth!? Gorgus started training at age 56, presumably when he was old enough to wield a sword, being trained by none other than Kanjigar himself; Gorgus died during training when a group of Gumm-Gumms attacked, an arrow hitting him in the head. If NotEnrique was an adult, or at the very least on the cusp of it, at a few centuries old - more than 1, probably more than 2 - then what of someone at age 56, less than a few centuries, less than one. Whether Kanjigar was a father at the time or not, loosing a kid under his guidance - to death no less - would've stuck with anyone. Why was this child sentenced to death, and so young too. One can argue all the Trollhunters to failed to live up to legacy, who became their own version of Unkar the Unfortunate, were sentenced to death and fated to die young. Gogun may have defied fate and beat the ticking clock, but Gorgus the Gorgeous - a gorgeous child, a son to parents that will never see their little boy again - proved that there is no outrunning the clock for the bells toll for thee.

If Unkar was before Gorgus, then it is to be presumed that by dying on his first night - after 6 hours of training - that Gorgus the Gorgeous was failed by Blinkous in the same way Unkar had been. The next Trollhunter in line was summoned too soon, so because of Blinky's failure the trolls against Gumm-Gumms were without a defender, potentially reducing the remaining candidates for better trainers by slaughtering them before the Trollhunter was of age. If Unkar was after Gorgus, then Kanjigar needed to step away from training, even as it was his task given to the aging elder Rundle, potentially a younger but very busy Vendel, an elder by proxy of everyone else dying on the edges of Gumm-Gumm blades. He couldn't sacrifice another child to death, and as the amulet falls onto the arrogant overconfident Unkar, Kanjigar could not bare to have stone dust on his hands again. Blinkous Galadrigal (there is no mention of Dictatious despite the presence of Gumm-Gumms in Unkar's time) is tasked to train Unkar, to teach him the tennants of Trollhunter and put to good use his scholarly teachings and pray that the soul of his Trollhunter ancestor guides him. Unfortunately - as Unkar will be enshrined in by title - you cannot let a scholar do a warrior's duty.

However way it plays out, Blinky was young (or at least younger), and his failure marked his reputation for centuries.

There is a Grimbald the Grave, trained with Kanjigar AND Deya, which would definitely place that before 1620 and potentially before 1578; Voltar wasn't mentioned to have been trained by either, but given that he was the last Trollhunter before Deya (at the very least in close proximity), Grimbald most likely came before. Now this seems like a non-issue, if you consider Grimbald against our timeline nothing seems to be wrong, potentially Kanjigar's age since he's been around for a while but his son's an adult in the modern day so he could potentially be older than Blinky who knows. But I have an elephant to address and since it's been so long since I brought it up it's been drinking tea this whole time.

Wizards, the third installment of the Tales of Arcadia series, sequel to Trollhunters, introduces to audiences that Deya the Deliverer was originally Callista the Calamity, a troll who's tribe had been wiped out by humans and had been living in human custody since she was a whelp (or of an age that she had forgotten her name). Deya makes the timeline such a mess, because her first appearance in the comics, she was of an age where Rundle - Vendel's father - was the elder of Glastonbury Tor Trollmarket at the time of Deya, the Trollmarket before Dwoza which is the Trollmarket before Arcadia. Rundle was around in 501 AD, but it was his father Kilfred who was the elder and his son Vendel was of age enough to help in consulting, however old that is. In Wizards however, Vendel was the elder of Dwoza before Deya was Deya and when Callista was still an outcast, and even then he was only the elder by proxy, signs of his father Rundle or of Kilfred missing. Of course however Rundle could have been elder of Dwoza, as his father before him was elder of Glastonbury Tor, simply that he was potentially slain potentially died of old age and that Vendel being one of the few older than most of the Dwozan trolls took over in his father's stead.

The issue with Deya is that I really like the Callista part of her backstory, of being an outsider, an outcast, in the world of trolls that still hated humanity but held a deeper fear of the Gumm-Gumms. Diaspora for trolls, Callista the Calamity is seen as a human pet despite her wanting to find her way home, a home she can never go back to because it had been destroyed long ago; the one place that she could be accepted don't because they see her as too human, a far cry to being called a monster by humans but certainly not relieving. But she had become Deya, and found her footing as the Deliverer, by turning the Trollhunter from a single force to fighting alone to rallying a bunch of... gravellors? (Whatever, I like to think of Dwoza as essentially a refugee tribe given it's diversity in comparison to the Krubera tribe who are only krubera and the Quagawump tribe who are only - save for the generic troll king Angor killed - quagawumps) to fight one last fight against the Gumm-Gumms and ending the War for the Surface Lands.

...SO... that probably means that Grimbald was trained exclusively by Kanjigar after the whole Unkar and/or Gorgus ordeal and eventually got the Trollhunter's amulet himself when Deya was slain, her sacrifice delivering the migrating trolls of Dwoza a chance to get to the New World (or the Americas). Oh and their migration was after Vendel and some king wrote a truce called 'The Pact', which - I mean - it's described as a feeble truce and with a name like that I don't blame it, where they promise to stop eating humans and limited their diet to cats and used clothes which well- they might've broke on the journey to the New World because hiding in the cramped ballast of a 1600s era boat isn't fun nor is it fast. But regardless-

I think for a sense of cohesion, let me pull out an almost timeline for this post.

Trolls who had previously been in the Darklands somehow get to the surface

Tensions between trolls and the already present humans grows beginning the War for the Surface Lands

The intensity of the war corrupts the first Heartstone, giving birth to Gunmar

A young wizard Myrddin creates the Amulet of Daylight and gifts it to the good trolls

Spar the Spiteful gets the amulet. He dies 5200 years ago

Boraz the Bold gets the amulet. He dies to Bular, Gunmar's son.

Maddrux the Many gets the amulet

Magmar the Molten, the first mountain troll Trollhunter, gets the amulet

Araknak the Agile, ancestor to Blinkous and Dictatious Galadrigal, gets the amulet

Tellad-Urr the Triumphant, turned Tellad-Urr the Terrible, gets the amulet. He is killed in 501 AD

Gogun the Gentle gets the amulet.

Orlagk the Oppressor is slain by Gunmar. Gunmar loses an eye

Gogun dies of old age.

Angor Rot makes a pact with the Pale Lady, trading his soul for her magic

Unkar the Unfortunate gets the amulet. He dies 6 hours later

Gorgus the Gorgeous, one of the youngest Trollhunters, gets the amulet. He dies at age 56

Grimbald gets the amulet

Voltar the Voracious, born of two minds, gets the amulet in 1578. He dies to Angor Rot and his soul is stolen

Deya the Deliverer, previously Callista the Calamity, gets the amulet

The Battle of Kilahead Bridge is fought. Gunmar is defeated and the Gumm-Gumms (+ Dictatious Galadrigal) are trapped in the Darklands

Deya dies against Bular, last remaining Gumm-Gumm on the surface, in 1620

Kanjigar the Couragous, trainer of many Trollhunters, gets the amulet. He dies to Bular in 2016

James Lake Junior gets the amulet, and the events of the series take place

So, members of the Trollhunter fandom, how'd I do? If you stuck around this long, welcome to my gimmick, long posts :)

Hoo boy how should I tag this?

#trollhunters #toa #rambling #headcanon #idk this is a timeline rewrite but not a rewrite yaknow #like i'm interested in what the book timeline might have to offer #but idk #this took me several hours to write #give or take 4 hours maybe #not every trollhunter in the history of trollhunting is named because not every trollhunter has been listed #and kanjigar is only noted as the trainer of trollhunters because he's the one trollhunter to have experience with trollhunting i suppose #also- its one thing to have longevity as a species (i come from the transformers fandom those robots are fucking old)#it's another to have fathers and ancestors and dying of old age without considering how that shit works #like the oldest lived troll is in the 5 thousands right? is it the equivalent of 100 years old for humans?#like is the typical age of an elder troll 4000? is it just as likely they might cark it at 3000?#that's 80 and 60 in human terms- maybe the common age of an elder troll is 3500 at a human 70 equivalent #24 years in comparison to 5000 years is like a 6 month old human baby #56 compared to 5000 is 1 year old but surely that is not the case #trolls are apparently born egg-like... as egg-like taking a piece of each other literally and putting them together as one object #that eventually hatches into a troll whelp is egg-like... the parts i mean are heartstones which i think are hearts #draal is described to have hatched this way with ballustra and kanjigar splitting their heartstones #what the hell are gronknuts then meta answer kicking people between the legs is integral to kid comedy #okay i'm going to stop looking at my screen i don't have a mirror but my eyes feel like they're red

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For Diamond Dove: Thyrondi, first time, awkward.

Dove is not on Tumblr, so this is also on Ao3.

Pyrondi has slipped out of the cockpit and is hunched over her datapad, clutching it to her chest when Thrawn comes looking for her. Then she hunches over it, the bill of her kepi low over her eyes.

"Lieutenant?"

"Sir?" Her voice is a little higher, strained. Her infrared signature is dulled, as Humans exhibit when shocked or stressed. A semi-powered landing on an interdicted planet would do it.

"Is there an antidote?"

"No, sir. The protocol is two ship's days in quarantine then a full vacuum decontamination to sterilize the pollen." Pyrondi hands him her datapad with a small tremor in her gloved hand. "The pollen bomb loses effect after thirty-six hours and is inert after that."

"I see." Thrawn takes the device and scrolls. No antidote. Outside the air is yellow with Sinner's Tree pollen. "I understand Humans are... reticent to resort to sexual activity outside of their species-"

Pyrondi's cheeks turn an alarming shade, likewise her ears, and she makes a frantic sound as if everything she wants to say just had a multi-word collision. It's a struggle to keep his mind in its proper lane. He can smell her - warm and sweet, her musk unfurling as the pollen takes hold. What might Human skin feel like against his own - they're so warm.

"Perhaps you prefer your own gender, but that would be ineffective as the neurotoxins are only vulnerable to the hormones and peptides-"

Frantic hand waving and head shaking.

"Breathe. Breathe. Speak." Pyrondi is cocky at times, but a lot of that seems to be a mask. Hammerly said that she could be seemingly unsocialized and termed her a 'high grade geek' - no insult as that's what she called herself. "One word at a time."

It comes out as mumbles.

"bnbzy"

Been. Busy?

"Well, yes, it's been an active deployment and-" Wait. Does she mean? She can't possibly mean. Pyrondi is a senior lieutenant in the navy. Didn't Humans have... no. "Pyrondi. Do you mean to say that you... haven't? As in ever engaged in sex with a male? Female? Anyone? No, yourself and your hand does not count."

That is not a healthy color for a human. Chiss turn purple because they have red blood under blue skin. Humans look about to die.

"Pyrondi. Breathe."

Nah'csol. Untouched is what Humans would call it. A senior lieutenant in the Imperial navy. Should he offer her for medical study? To a museum? Humans as a rule do not have a tradition of en'rcsou'ibi ch'acevi - a friend who's older and more experienced to guide and instruct. It's a role Thrawn has no experience in filling.

Now he needs to breathe.

They sit for some minutes and then Pyrondi speaks. "Um. Home team or away team? Or not into Humans?"

"Explain 'team,' please."

"Um. Home team means you desire or 'play for' the same gender. Away team means desire for the other gender. A switch-player means desire for both." At least Humans had that! "I... I'm pretty sure I desire both. I just haven't done anything about it."

"Did... our cultures are different... was there nobody you trusted enough to try?" In that, he feels tremendous pity for her, and a rage against a culture so warped. "I am sorry to have your... we call it 'first voyage' to be not one of your choosing."

"Sir? I could have chosen a hell of a lot worse. I trust you."

What? Pyrondi, the teabksit'i'csenei - shin kicker - trusts him. So, he must do his best to be most worthy of that trust. Ar'alani would strangle him if he didn't do this well, and if he damages Pyrondi in any way he'll go home and volunteer for it. They have moved close to each other, and hip to hip her can feel her Human warmth through her uniform.

"Faro is covering for us. Your reputation will not be harmed, but the saboteur's life will." He doesn't want Pyrondi besmirched. She is, when not shooting her mouth off, an exemplary weapons officer. "He's confessed and turned his cell."

Pyrondi moves, taking off her kepi. Her red-brown hair is kept in a disciplined bun and her eyes are grey. Her expression, aside from the pink patches on her cheeks, is meditative. "I'd like to use him for target practice. When we were crashing, I've never been more scared in my life."

"You did well. You've had pilot training and it kicked in."

The saboteur knew Pyrondi would be piloting, but not that Thrawn would be in the second chair. He'd taken the opportunity to assess his weapons officer's secondary skill set. They made it down alive, with their engines barely holding on as they deorbited. Pyrondi made a yoke-and-eyeball landing on emergency power.

"Flying TaggeCo cargo donks surface to station and station to station is the same equipment under a different name. A real pilot wouldn't have barfed after, either."

Thrawn removes his own kepi, following suit as Pyrondi removes her belt and lays both aside. Her 'first' name is Maile, so her Chiss core name would be Dimai. He really is avoiding thinking about what they're going to do, and perhaps that's because he is fond of her. The brashness and cockiness that's all surface tension, her loyalty to Faro and her shipmates, a wicked wit and dark sense of humor. He calls these things up and cherishes them.

Moving with her, Thrawn unfastens his tunic when she does, revealing a three-quarter sleeve naval issue undershirt where he is sleeveless. Poor Humans are thin-skinned and feel the cold terribly despite being deliciously warm. The undershirt hides something like a breast supporter, but flattening them down more than anything else.

"I do not know how to ask this," Thrawn says as he takes off his undershirt, noting sideways glances and pinker cheeks from Pyrondi, "Or if I should ask this, but-"

"It's a binder. Most female officers wear them. The uniform fits better and male officers don't... well... talk to your tits instead of your face."

"Ah."

"Nobody's tried in on the Chimaera. Not with Faro in command."

"I expect that is so. She'd also space him before I'd have a chance to convene a court martial."

For the first time, he hears Pyrondi laugh - a rich, warm sound. Thrawn opens his mouth and inhales, letting her scent in. He knows Eli Vanto's scent, and now adds Pyrondi's. When not muffled in their layered uniforms, Imperial Humans happily shed pheromones everywhere. A profligate species, but one he delights in. They sit, bare arms touching, both of them figuring out how to proceed. He would prefer not to brutalize her in mindless lust.

"The information in the official files says that a state of arousal can hold the harshest effects back." Pyrondi glances at the datapad, then at him. "It doesn't define that at all."

Thrawn picks it up and scrolls, reading and occasionally asking Pyrondi for clarification. Basic is an annoying language; inexact and vague when it needs to be precise and defined. Cheunh is much better on all levels. Pyrondi resorts to her own childhood dialect of Coru, translates to Basic, and understanding is achieved. If anything, understanding the process and mechanism removes much of her tension. The boots are next to come off and Thrawn's lips twitch. Lacking pockets, officers often keep surprising things in their boots. Pyrondi has a knife, a holdout miniblaster, a small multitool, and a tube of caff lozenges. The socks, however-

"Lieutenant Pyrondi, those socks are not naval issue." While they are made for standing long watches at her station, they are purple and covered in printed skulls and crossbones. Then again, people wear stranger things under their uniforms. "As you were."

Trousers.

Once the pants come off, it's a commitment.

It feels sordid.

"There's a foldout bed in the aft compartment. I'd want you to be comfortable." Not on the floor. Absolutely not. They'd found the surveillance devices when they went looking for the problem with the engines. Scorch marks delineate their former locations. "You should be as comfortable as possible."

A faint nod. "I feel a little weird, sir."

Thrawn picks up the datapad and scrolles. "LIghtheaded, racing heartbeat, nausea, dizzy?"

He leaves out the next symptoms - of which convulsions are the most innocuous - when Maile wobbles in her seat. He feels the onset, a sharpening desire and at the same time an unpleasant weakness, lightheadedness, and sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. They loop arms around each other, pull themselves up and stumble sockfooted to the rear of the shuttle. The compartment separates from the rest of the shuttle with a folding wall and a fold-down bed. At the end of deploying the bed, they both collapse on it.

"I think we need to examine the state of arousal, sir, or we're dusted." Her hand finds his, skin to skin, and squeezes. When he looks over at her, her eyes are tearing up and fearful. Death from the pollen's toxins is excruciating, as the medical entry makes clear. "I think we need to hurry."

"Agreed," he answers softly, reaching to brush the tears away. "I wish it could be different."

"I said it before, sir. I could choose much worse and I do trust you."

Maile takes his hand, cradles it against her cheek, then presses a kiss into his palm. It's warm, sweet, even kind - granting him absolution. When she cradles it against her cheek again, he draws her in. Humans kiss - her lips are hot and soft, parking for him and she teases him tentatively with her tongue. Behind his genital slit, his vez'kun is unfurling slickly and pushing with its head - wanting out.

He mimics the exploration of his mouth and she wriggles closer, letting him nuzzle her neck, to find spots that make her moan soft and low. Ne bites gently, suckles as his hands unpin her hair and let the surprising length of it loose. It's soft and fine and his fingers card through it - Pyrondi is a tooka when he rubs her scalp, nuzzles her ears and then returns to her neck. The scent of her desire is intoxicating.

Her fingers boldly insinuate into the waist of his trousers, and he pulls back a little. "There are differences. We evolved away from Humans tens of thousands of years ago as we adapted to a different climate and circumstances."

Her hands and fingers are warm against his cooler, thicker skin and she waits as his fingers slip into the waistband of her trousers. In this, he must let her lead. He unfastens hers as she unfastens his, then they both shuck them down and off. Thrawn moves slowly to take off that awful breast-binder and Maile sighs in relief. The thing leaves cruel red marks on her shoulders and around her ribs. Then she is warm against him, the heat between her legs pressed against his strained pouch as she seeks another kiss.

Sustained arousal is what the medical advice says and he insinuates his thigh between her legs, holding onto his control when he finds her soaking wet. Thrawn is aware of his touch, his mouth becoming more insistent with her, but also aware of Maile's response as he brings pressure to bear against her sex. A tremble goes through her, a ragged and hitching breath as her hips move, bearing down on his thigh.

"Grind me." He reaches down, slipping a finger into her shorts, finding coarse curls, heat, wetness, and a tight little bud that wrings a desperate sound when he strokes it firmly. "You're close, Maile. I want to feel you climax. Show me how you please yourself."

She does and Thrawn would not let her go to save himself from being shot in the head. It doesn't take long, before she's crying out with eyes shut and scarlet cheeks, heat and even more wet pulsing against his thigh. His vez'kun is pushing out of his pouch, slick and dripping as desire claws his belly, Pyrondi soft against him and breathing hard, her sweat fragrant with her desire. He eases her onto her back, red-brown hair mussed and skin glowing with warmth. Thrawn catalogs his symptoms, and finds he feels much better.

"Better?" he asks.

"Mm." A rather dreamy nod with her shoulders relaxed into the bed. "S'working, sir."

"Agreed."

Her navy-issue blacks are drenched, and he tugs gently at the waistband. After a moment's consideration, Maile tugs them down and Thrawn takes them off. Red brown curls in a triangle-shaped patch give off an intoxicating perfume. It's like being punched in the scent glands with a greenhouse of flowers, being drowned in candy. Humans smell good for the most part, but this is new. There's no genital slit, and he knew that, but the clinical figures don't show the flower-shape that presents itself to his explorations.

He takes her hand, bringing it down. "Show me."

Her index finger makes slow circles of the external bud, dipping to the wetness at her entrance to smooth her progress. Thrawn adds a firm stroke down the shaft, then bends and licks her inner petals open. The response is so engaging that he does it again, watching her arch, her thighs loosen, hearing a deep sound of delight. The sweet-salt taste brings him in for another lick, then taste, then a soft suck as he puts her legs over his shoulders. It's everything he can do to keep himself in his pouch, pressing it down against the mattress.

Chiss women carry the physical structures of sexual pleasure within, and while no detailed instruction has been provided on the subject, Chiss are descended from Humans. Waiting until Maile is fully engaged with his mouth, Thrawn carefully tests her with a finger - finding minimal obstruction relieves his mind immensely. He does know from random overheard conversations that unlike Chiss women, Humans experience monthly cycles, and use devices. Curving his finger, he finds the soft complex on the anterior and couples the movements of his finger to those of his mouth.

It's even harder to think as she responds. His lust is fully engaged, and he wants her to writhe like that, to make her say his name like that. Blind need makes him grind against the mattress, and he adds a second finger into her, feeling her flutter and squeeze. Thrawn wants that around his sex, needs to be in her to the hilt of himself, to give her such delight and satiation that she will return to him-

Release. Her thighs squeeze around his head and the slow rolling pulses of her climax send a sharp jolt of heat into his vez'kun. He lets Maile come down, moving lit lie beside her and kiss his mouth to taste herself. Perhaps Humans had some vestigial ability to sense pheromones as she nuzzles where his scent glands are located, drawing deep breaths and nestling close. Orgasm has driven back the outward symptoms of Sinner's Tree poisoning in both of them. and as Maile recovers, she grows more curious about what's in his blacks.

"May I see?"

"I remind you, there are differences." The Empire segregated by genital sex, but one saw nakedness nonetheless.

Pyrondi's cocky fearlessness resurfaces and with a last nuzzle at his neck, she moves downward. It's not a fast or direct journey as she pays attention to his flecking, finds his nipples to her taste, and discovers that his navel is ticklish even at his age. A finger in the waistband of his blacks discovers the top of his straining slit, and then her warm breath melts over it. Thrawn is about to say something she licks!

Him!

Whatever was in his head never makes it to his tongue and his speech center glitches, shuts down, and then reboots. Then it's him flat on his back. In all of his years, none of his partners have ever done that. Thrawn lifts his head, looking down his body to find the face of Human mischief looking back at him. No revulsion, no judgement, just 'now what can I do with this' - the most dangerous of Human expressions.

"Maile." Long lick. A delicate stroke with fingertips. Human mouths are hot, her tongue broadly licking top to bottom, and going to a point where his sex is pushing out. "Maile." Stubborn one. "Mai-"

The head pushes out, and into the heat of her mouth and he arches off the bed, hand groping for her head. A tentative suck, tasting and testing at the same time. Does she like this? Yes. Does he? Five hells yes. Do they have time for this? No. Will they have time for this later? Thrawn hopes that they will. Lacing his fingers in her hair, he tugs her loose, the head of him leaving her mouth with a pop.

"As much as I want to see that through, as much as you delight me-"

Maile does have a beautiful smile and humans are so expressive. He'll never get used to Hummans showing their teeth, however. "There's time."

The biochemical composition of Human, or near-Human ejaculate is the key. The male can only negate the toxin with ejaculation, the female can only survive by orgasm and taking in the biochemical 'package' delivered by the male. More of him slips from his pouch, slick and glistening until he's fully erect, testicles out, and Maile's eyes are wide.

"Thatsnotgonnafit."

"I promise that it will. I refuse to take a course of action that will bring you pain." He aches with need, but not enough to brutalize her for his own release. He is civilized, Ar'alani taught him well. "Come lie with me."

The feel of Human hair is so soft. Maile lies facing him and the output of his scent glands seems to calm her. 'Cuddling' is the term Humans use, and it's a cozy-sounding word. Kisses, he finds, are gentle persuasion and Maile for all her lack of practicum has a sound grasp of theory.

"Yes."

Thrawn smiles against her lips, dipping his tongue into her mouth. She's on her back, hair across the pillow, nipples tight from his touch and his mouth. Desire must be answered for its own sake, and he is more than ready. A nudge parts her thighs and he moves between them letting his vez'kun rest on her curls. Under his hands, his caresses, Maile's relaxed and open. Even when he presses inside her, she's slick breathing a little faster now and he bites his lip. Oh, he wants.

"I won't break. I'm tougher than that."

"You don't need to be."

Thrawn enters her slowly, carefully. The heat around him, the silken wetness, the flutters that tease his vez-kun need all his attention and control. He is her en'rcsou'ibi ch'acevi and he will not shirk that honor for his own pleasure. Maile's hips move with his, a soft gasp and moan letting him know her desire and pleasure. When he's inside her to the hilt of himself, there's no indication of pain or discomfort, and he draws back. The head of his sex starts to flare, the rings on his shaft rubbing against her inside, and his thumb resting on the hard bud at the apex of her petals. The move together, they move in counterpoint, and he can't be silent not when she's burning under him and around him.

Fluttering. Tightening. Arching. Her hands on him as he cradles her under him. Her climax comes and he takes her then, pushing her to another peak around him before he tries to pull back. Maile's legs lock around the back of his thighs, pulling him in hard and his hips jerk and he releases, flooding her. Strong legs, strong arms hold him as he holds her and he needs to tell her-

"Shhh."

Panting, he rests his forehead on her sweat-damp hair. The head of his sex flaring, locking them together and a soft aftershock from her urges him on. "Maile-"

"Shhh." She tugs him down on top of her, the warmth of her body, the scent of her one that he can't identify. "It's fine. I'm better than fine. We're all good."

Why is she the one reassuring him? Maile's face is buried in his neck, but he can feel her smile and her heartbeat. When he can draw out, Maile is wide awake, well and healthy, and cradles his head on her chest. Thrawn, for the first time in a decade, falls asleep in someone's arms.

Karyn has them for debrief. The whole thing's classified. Pyrondi's as happy and healthy as tooka kits in the clean laundry. Thrawn is his inscrutable self. The cell on her ship... Thrawn's ship has been squeezed productively dry, and Yularen spoke with them both. Faro had a longer, private talk with Pyrondi and is relieved not to have to space her commanding officer. Thrawn returns to the bridge and it's as if nothing happened. Vanto seems to be unaffected, but he and Pyro are gaming buddies. Something tells Karyn that this is not over.

A small smile curves her lips.

It's another fine day on the ISD Chimaera.

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