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vibratingskull · 1 day
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Hello! I really enjoy your writings, the way you write Thrawn in some settings can be so wholesome and sweet and I really love seeing the character in that kind of light. Especially the aroace one and when he’s with the different families you gave him, regardless of how old the kids are or what their dynamic is.
For your requests, do you think you could write Thrawn holding his firstborn child for the first time? I think it’d be interesting and sweet to see him get kinda nervous about the prospect of finally meeting them before his heart fills with so much love upon seeing his baby and being so happy for the finally he now has.
Hope you’re having a wonderful day and that you have fun with all your requests coming in ❤️
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art by @blackmonitor
Edit cause i forgot the top message:
Everytime someone ask me about Aroace Thrawn I gain 1+ year in my lifespan! Dad!Thrawn is also so important to me, it is kind off pathetic of me. I'm very glad you like my soft, fluff stories about him, he truly deserves the world and a family that loves him unconditionnaly! Have a great day too my sweet ❤️
Thrawn x F!reader
Tags: Dad!Thrawn, premature baby, skin to skin, father baby connection, soft dad Thrawn
Thrawn caresses your temple with his knuckles, silently looking at you taking a nap. It has been long and torturous but you did it! Against all odds and predictions, you actually did it. It was difficult, dangerous for you and the baby, and they came out premature, but you did it! 
Oh brave you. 
Oh warrior you. 
He feels so grateful for you giving birth to your baby. He held your hand during the entire process, hugging your shoulders as you pushed hard, losing your blood and your sanity in the pain. But you persevered and delivered your newborn despite all the complications due to you two being different species. 
Right now your baby is between the hands of the medics, leaving you two to breathe and trying to relax. You didn't even have time to take your newborn in your arms, the medics immediately took them. 
You both knew the risks of having a hybrid baby, but you both hoped to have at least the time to take a look at them before they got taken away. But their health signals ordered the medics to put them in urgent care immediately. 
So Thrawn spent the last three hours with you, trying to ease your worries and looking over you napping. Your labor was so intense and painful tiredness took precedence over your fear and you ended up sleeping, too exhausted after such a trial. 
He looks at you, full of love and admiration. Since Bridger captured the Chimaera to bring her to Peridea, morphine stocks are rare and sparse. He wished he could have given you some but you refused when the droid proposed it. You refused to have the comfort of painkillers when they could be used to mend the wounds of your troops on the battlefield. He tried to convince you that you had the right, days before labor started but you were adamant! You wanted to set an example as his wife and Commander. 
You chose the way of pain to give life to the most perfect being in the Universe, the love of his life, the light of his days. And for that his gratitude is infinite. 
“Grand Admiral?” The careful voice of his head doctor raises in his back, snatching him off his contemplation of your sleeping form, “We just finished. Do you wish to see them?” 
Thrawns contemplates them up and down in silence before leaning forward, gently kissing your forehead. He pulls the cover over you and straightens his back before turning towards his medic. 
“Lead the way.” He placidly responds. 
After three long hours of uncertainty, the doctor appears a bit unsure but nothing in their demeanor indicates any high-stress level, Thrawn concludes that whatever medical procedures your baby needed, they have been able to deliver. 
As they silently walk Thrawn’s mind starts asking…weird questions. 
Was it painful for the baby ? 
Did they feel scared ? 
Did they cry for their mother, powerless as they were manipulated by strangers ? 
Did they feel cold at any moment ? 
Did they try to reach for any of you two with their little hands only to meet the void ? 
“Here we are, Grand Admiral.” 
Thrawn stops before the door… terrified. What if… the medics failed ? He doesn't read any bodily signs typical of tension in them but is he himself in the right mindset to read them after such a hard birth and pregnancy ?  
“How are they ?” He demands, imperial, never letting any doubts or fear slip through in his demeanor as he knows so well. 
He internally prays to have read them correctly. The head medic looks at him, their lips in a thin line, searching for their words. 
“Authorization to speak freely ?” 
Thrawn nods, his expression closed off and unreadable. 
“It wasn't pretty. To be frank, your baby is a miracle survivor, we are not equipped properly for babies’ care and health monitoring, but I also notified you of the risks of giving birth to a hybrid.” 
Thrawn ever so slightly squints, a subtle threat and call to order. The doctor decides to cut the story short. 
“You are incredibly lucky Grand Admiral, truly. I don't know if we would be able to repeat this feat for a second baby, especially stranded on this wretched planet.” the doc extends his hand towards the open room  “They are sleeping.” 
Thrawn considers the open door and wonders for a second if he has the strength to walk into the room before getting a grip. 
Of course, none of his turmoil is visible, and his hesitation lasts less than a second. He walks into the little room, a former waiting area reconverted into a nursery. 
It’s not perfect, no battleships ever saw a nursery before. They had to do with what they had to accommodate new life on Peridea. He advances towards the bassinet, perceiving the heat signals through the material. 
He, oh so slowly, approaches the little form lying under a blanket. He feels like his heart is going to explode under the pressure.  
They are blue ! 
Just like him. 
But they have your hair color and your nose The cheekbones and forehead bumps are unmistakably his.  
He leans forward to observe better. 
He never witnessed such… perfection before. This is simply the most beautiful being to ever exist in the cosmos. The perfect mix of their father and mother. 
His heart bleeds at the nodes of the different monitors over their body and the tubes through their little nose, but it must be down to unsure their survival. 
“They are stable now, but they will need to remain for some time.” The medic explains, coming behind their Grand Admiral. 
Thrawn tilts his head, his eyes never leaving the baby, looking at them moving in their sleep, eyes closed shut. Inadvertently, he feels his hands clasped behind his back starting to tremble. He isn’t even touching them but he fears to hurt them in any way. 
They are just so small. 
And him so big... 
What if he causes pain to his baby by trying to hold them? What if he hurt them more than they are already wounded? He could never forgive himself. Maybe it is better if he abstains from any physical contact. 
Yes. 
That is for the best. 
“What gender are they?” He asks without lifting his gaze from this absolute perfection. 
“It is a brave little girl.” The medic explains, a small voice audible in their voice, “My congratulations, Grand Admiral.” 
His heart skips a beat. 
A little girl? 
Just as he so dear hoped. He always desired a daughter. You were neutral on the question but he knew deep down that he was meant to father a little girl. 
And there she is! 
His little warrior... 
“A daughter...” He repeats like he has difficulties realizing his chance. 
The baby seems to react and agitate herself in the incubator. 
“She recognizes your voice. You should try and hold her, she needs comfort after this... trial.” The medic explains. 
Thrawn smiles, his expression hidden from the doctor. She recognizes his voice... 
The voice of her father. 
He spent so much time talking to your bump during those seven months of pregnancy, in hopes the baby would be able to recognize him and associate him with safety and comfort. 
His heart clenches knowing he succeeded. 
He tentatively enters the incubator with his large hand and very delicately caresses his daughter’s cheek with his knuckle. 
She is so warm. 
Like a Chiss. 
She seems to yawn and tries to seize his large finger in her tiny fist, desperately longing for some warmth too. His hands travel to her tummy and gently brush it. 
Warrior... She is so small compared to him, that he feels he could crush her in his fist. That thought distraught him so terribly that he stops his caress, much to his daughter’s dismay who lets out a whine escape her. 
“Take her in your arms. The first hours are important for a baby’s general well-being.” 
“Leave us alone, please.” Thrawn orders nonchalantly, hiding his worries from view. 
Once the medic leaves, he carries a chair closer to the crib and gets rid of his white jacket and black tank shirt to very tenderly seize his daughter. He takes care of holding her fragile head correctly and supporting her body, not pulling off the nodes of the monitors, and sits down on the chair, pressing his baby girl against his warm Chiss skin, in a soothing skin-to-skin contact. 
Maker she is so light and fragile... He suddenly feels so terribly clumsy with such a precious package in his hands. 
She babbles in her sleep, agitating herself in his hands. She holds her tight to not risk dropping her, pressing her soft precious body against his beating heart.  
It feels good. 
It feels right. 
He instantly feels a new connection forming between himself and his baby. She seems to try and get a grip on him, to hold him close, to keep the warmth source against her sensitive baby skin. 
“Hello, little one.” He speaks softly with his deep melodious voice. 
A sound that seems to please her immensely because she seems to try to smile despite all her tubes. He delicately cradles her. 
“You scared us immensely, you know? But here you are, at last... My baby.” 
Thrawn isn’t a man prone to sentimentalism, but in the intimacy of the hug, he can’t help himself. He needs to whisper sweet nothing to his baby, deepening the connection further. 
“You are already so loved, little one. We dreamed for your arrival for years. Ch’eo k’eten, ch’eo euhn ch'etecerci.”  
The baby presses her cheek against his peck, letting herself sooth by her father’s heartbeat. She appears so appeased right now, sleeping soundly in his arms. At her true place. 
“My pride, my jewel...” 
He gently lifts her higher for her little head to rest in the crook of his neck, inhaling her scent. It is pleasant and relaxing, almost familiar like a song he had known for years. 
He sighs. 
Soon his shift will resume. And he will have to leave you both behind in the med bay to ensure the Chimaera’s safety. 
But for now, he will indulge as much as he can. He also hopes to be present for your first meeting with her, he longs to see your elated expression when he will bring your your firstborn. 
“Welcome to the world, little Thashao. I vow to protect you from any harm, my sweet, my treasure...” 
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garden-of-willows · 2 months
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The Bee Family
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redesigned bee's family now that i generally know their genetics! they're very rare bunch of genes but do i care? no, no i do not Crescent, Honeycomb, and Wish belong to Tofu Bee and Vanilla belong to Willow
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scourge-sympathiser · 6 months
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SCOURGE SUNDAY 010/???
classic
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daisychainsandbowties · 5 months
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any avatrice recs :)))) have already read all your fics and now i am depression (genuinely daydream abt ur star wars au daily)
i could hype each of these fics individually but basically if it’s here i think it’s incredible and you have to read it 💖💖🥰
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the sweetest taboo// 1930s au &
i know now what no angel knows// fallen angel au by @dumpsterfireofsubtext
indy au part 1 & part 2// or, ava peels an orange & makes me feel insane 🫠🫠🫠 by @estherthenormal
lemon drop boy// t boy ava au
lazarus woke with a kiss// scp/ lab rat ava au &
how to stitch holes in the sky// dragon age au, all by @the-darkness-does-not-bargain
teach me to love (as you have loved me)// this is. yeah. this is beautiful. newbea au by @birgittesilverbae (💖💖 ily)
beyond our space and starlight// eldritch au by @thistleation
escape attempt number whatever thousand, some hundred and four, probably// hades au by @foulbearobservation
do a flip// aikido gfs au by @sunsafewriting
if saints and angels spoke of love// (bea is a math teacher & ava’s basically the guy from dead poets society) by @mermaidandthedrunks
choose the devil i know (over the heaven i don’t)// firefighter au by @sapphicstacks
leave the light on (i’ll find my way home)// lighthouse au by @snowandwolves
on the run from a losing game// chef au by @fiddleabout
this must be the place// lumberjack au by @littledata
love thy neighbour// my fav roommates au. pokemon strap-on fic 😌🙏
turning sun into sugar, spinning straw into gold// pnw au by @gohandinhand
the world is just an illusion (trying to change you)// roadtrip au, &
a lover, or something of mine// reincarnation au by @smokestarrules
who needs comfortable love// sentient halo au by @the-ominous-owl
this celestial glow is blinding// firewatch au
the thought of high windows// 60s au
pull back the curtains for venus// alien bea au &
of greater marvels yet to be// fleabag au, all by @seabiscuits-us
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marblerose-rue · 9 months
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bluestar / firepaw / tigerclaw
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torchickentacos · 9 months
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Old Man Who Deserves Happiness!!!!
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toradesigns · 2 months
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tequiilasunriise · 1 year
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Enid: Guys, I just found out that Bianca is bilingual! Isn’t that so cool?
Wednesday, resident multilingualist: Is that so, Barclay?
Bianca, enjoying all of the attention: Yeah, it’s no big deal
Enid: What do you mean ‘no big deal’? Of course it is-
Bianca: Alright, alright, you can stop it with the flattery
Enid: -It means you like both guys and girls! And I, for one, totally support you!
Bianca:
Wednesday:
Yoko:
Divina:
Eugene:
Kent:
Xavier:
Ajax:
Weems’ ghost:
Literally just all of Nevermore:
Enid: What :DDD?
✨Bonus fer the gays✨
Yoko, pulling away from Divina’s arms and whispering: Now, I can’t say I can judge your choices without being a hypocrite
Divina: HEY!
Yoko: But are you sure you want that one, Addams?
Wednesday, sighing dreamily as Enid preens with her chest proudly puffed and completely oblivious to what just happened: Unfortunately.
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singedclan-gen · 3 months
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SeabirdClan has fallen.
Now SingedClan rises in its fall.
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sonknuxadow · 6 months
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it was certainly a choice for warrior cats to put a fan's cat in the book and then have his backstory be that his owners put him in a bag and threw him in the river as a kitten
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birgittesilverbae · 8 months
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🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
oh fuck you fine, snique pique for screw your courage
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A rap on the passenger side window startles Beatrice almost out of her skin. Her hand slips, slapping against the horn as she scrambles to steady herself, and she takes a carefully measured breath before turning to look at the source of the disturbance. Mary grins back at her and motions for her to roll down the window.
Beatrice, heart still caught in her throat, unlocks the door instead. Mary rolls her eyes theatrically but slides into the passenger seat and reaches across to turn off the car. "Thought you weren't meant to stop by until the party this weekend," she says, pulling the keys from the ignition and shoving them in her own pocket. "What gives?"
Beatrice, hands still tight on the steering wheel, shrugs.
"Shan's not off work for another couple hours, Beatrice. I'd rather not play the silent game for that long."
"Lucia broke up with me."
"I heard. I'm sorry." She sounds it, too, but Beatrice still refuses to turn towards her. "Do you want to come inside and talk about it?"
"No."
She can all but hear Mary's eyes roll. "Do you want to come inside and help me finalise the menu for this weekend?"
She works her jaw thoughtfully. "Do I get a veto?"
"You get a veto if it's on something stupidly labour-intensive that I didn't want to make anyway."
A smile, then, tugging gently at the corner of her mouth. "Shannon still trying to talk you into doing the grilled coulibiac?"
"'Oh, but Mary, you'd get so much use out of a handheld smoker'," she mocks in a voice that sounds nowhere near Shannon's. "As if I want to waste the day stuffing a fish and smoking eggs. Giving that girl access to the internet was a mistake."
When Beatrice turns to unbuckle her seatbelt, she catches the fondness in Mary's smile and a sting of something acid ricochets through her chest. She swallows it back hard. "So, when are you making it for her?"
She's not fast enough to avoid the flick Mary directs at her earlobe. "Next weekend, you cheeky little shit." The contact stings, but Mary's hand falls heavy on her shoulder, thumb stroking over the seam of her sleeve. "Come on. Let's head in, yeah?"
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boilingrain · 10 months
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There’s something silly to me about Bluestar x Yellowfang
It’s just “yeah Firestar’s moms should date”
Old women with tragic backstories and the very orange boy they separately adopted
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cobaltcreations · 2 months
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Finally updating my commission post! I've grown so much as an artist since then and I had such a fun time putting this all together. It's so fun to see how diverse all my art is now! All the wonderful things I now get to proudly show off!
If you're interested in a commission feel free to DM me or email [email protected] !! If you can't commission me, please reblog or share this! It could get me my next payday and allows me to keep creating <3
Of course, if you do message me please be patient and follow basic art commission etiquette! [If you expect me to redo the art after I've already finished the piece expect an extra charge for the time that takes, asking for wips consistently is wonderful! But don't be rude about it, don't expect me to be on my laptop 24/7 to message back right away, etc]
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marblerose-rue · 2 years
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here are my full designs for these two <3
#my art#do not copy trace or steal#dovewing#ivypool#warriors#waca#wc art#warrior cats#IF I CAN FIND MY OLD IVYPOOL DESIGN. ill do a silly comparison bc i have dovewings old design and i can compare her old + new designs but i#cant do that with ivys </3#i meant to do this earlier but we had to run emergency errands#what if i claimed both of them for the autism adhd nation. bc i already did#OK SO technically the first book that got me into warriors was the tigerstar and sasha comic#BUT REALLY my first Actual Book was the fourth apprentice i lovewing dovewing so much#im planning on rereading some of the books this fall bc i associate this weather were getting with warriors and i have like 30 of the books#before my grandma passed she would always save the wc books that got donated for me <3 i wish she wouldve read them too bc she loved cats#just as much as i did#me saying im not gonna do anything w ocs was a lie i was on tiktok earlier and saw a few funny screenshots so im recreating them w mrb#whether or not i post them is up to future me . aka me in a few hours . but i would also like to eat supper before doing anything else#i love turning my tags into my diary you all have to read all of the thoughts that plague my mind AHKDNBFHBDFG#also me giving dove super heterochromia is a way to dodge the eye color thing. she has green eyes <3 when i read the books growing up#she had green eyes in my head . and my mind designs for the cats r different from my drawn designs#bc my mind designs r super boring tbh. just normal cats with nothing fun going on#OK now im posting for realsies
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luna-lovegreat · 2 months
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Wait shit
Warriors what did you DO
How do I even interpret this looking back was it planned do you think it through what the fuck is even happening is this the most multilayered foreshadowing in existence what is going on Wars what the FUCK
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hermitdrabbles56 · 2 years
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When Twilight first meets the chain he only uses sign so he can hide his accent, but also his teeth. He meets Wild first and gets to know him a bit before they meet the others, Wild figures out the wolf secret and also passes a vibe check when they first meet so it doesn't take long for Twilight to be comfortable around him. Plus wild is used to sharp teeth because of Sidon.
But when he meets the others he isn't so sure at first aside from a couple of them. He's down right a little afraid or at the very least unsettled by Time. Him and Warriors rub each other the wrong way at first. Not to mention Legends initial front of nothing but snark.
Four, Sky, Hyrule and Wind all pass the initial vibe check, but Hyrule is wary of him at the start. Wind is use to the shadiest people in existence, so he doesn't mind this odd brooding dork that's twice his size. Sky initially is just slowly getting to know each of them while they figure this shit out so he mostly let's Twilight come to him rather than pushing interaction. And Four enjoys how calm Twilight is most of the time and doesn't mind the quiet company.
Overall, Twilight starts to quickly admire the lot of them even if he's uncomfortable with some. Their fighting styles, their knowledge their skills. All of it as well as the many many differences between them.
So more and more as time passes he gets worried about scaring them or coming off as unnatural. And especially after hearing stories on the dark magic everyone else has had to deal with. So he just, resorts to trying to show them what he's like inspite of the odd marking and carnivore teeth.
Eventually though Wild starts scheming to try and get Twilight to open back up and the very least give a real smile rather than tight ones as he tries to keep his lips pressed together.
A couple of the group over here conversations here or there between the two or catch him talking with Epona who is also definitely chewing him out a bit. So they start trying to help Wild when they learn what he's doing. And the unanimous decision is to get him to laugh, Gremlin mode activates in all of them as they find the craziest stupidest scheme possible until one finally works and they get him laughing so hard he can't hardly breathe. Pointy teeth visible while desperately trying to string a coherent sentence together between getting dog piled and messed with.
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