literally just my spam account lmaoooooooo Call me Lars she/her/he/him/they/them 🧡💛🤍🩵💙 🌈♾️ CURRENT FIXATION: THRAWN 🖼️🖌️🎨 main account (even tho I do NOTHING with it): @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching
Hi! If you can't read the bio this is a spam account :3
I will be reposting the fuck out of everything I like bc I need to stop being a pussy and actually show the brilliant creative people of this hell site that I LOVE THEM bc I know that even if just one of them simply stopped making art and fanfics I'd mourn them like a lost loved one bc I would know I killed them
Anyways away from that dramatic ass paragraph (it's currently 01:24am as I make this post forgive me)
I'll also maybe perhaps post my own art. Maybe. BC I love drawing and I wanna actually make friends and interact with the fandoms I'm in instead of being that freak in the corner who is Just There but doesn't talk.
I forgot I haven't actually introduced myself! My name is Lars!!!!
I use she/her/he/him/they/them pronouns :3 (aka genderqueer)
I'm aroace and autistic :3 (just like Thrawn 😈)
I love Star wars soooo much (my favourite character is Thrawn if you couldn't tell.) so that'll be mostly the thing I'll repost and also I literally did my college exam for graphic communication on making a star wars comic with my evil lesbian oc so I'm that insane.
I also like Genshin Impact and I'm currently fixating on Apothecary Diaries!
Um I'm 19 and Scorpio but idk why you need that please don't curse me
I'm BRITISH RAHHHHHH 🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧
and I'm in uni rn studying history so please ask me about anything or even tell me about something!!!!
All this to say this is my junkyard of love please enjoy and also I'll have a tagging system if this hell site actually works for once :3
Love you pookies 😘
ALSO PLEASE BE KIND TO ME AND USE EMOJIS LIKE ":3" (OR TONE TAGS BUT I UNDERSTAND EMOJIS BETTER) BECAUSE SOMETIMES EVEN A SIMPLE "YOU'RE WELCOME" CAN FEEL SARCASTIC OR UNFRIENDLY TO ME (YAY AUTISM) BECAUSE I CANNOT READ TONE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
Also I made a kin post somewhere so ig look at it and decide if you wanna talk to me lol (please talk to me)
Sorry, I'm so late with this. This fic is a gift for my friend @sparepartsthrowaway's birthday
Thrawn x Trans!reader
Tags: Short, AFAB!reader, genderfluid/trans man reader, gender dysphoria/euphoria, chest binding, Thrawn is a supportive partner
You slam the door behind you.
And scream all that you have.
You kick your high-heels of your feet and head to the bathroom, tearing your expensive dress off your body, destroying it into pieces.
Those fucking bitches! Those… Those rats!
You open the drawer and furiously search it until you take out a sharp pair of scissors. You grab a fistful of your long hair…
And cut.
You observe, panting, how the lock detaches from the rest of your mane to tumble down your body, landing on the floor, absolutely hypnotized by the sheer sacrilege of what you just done…
Filled with rage and impudence, you grab more hair, more locks, and cut, cut, cut, and cut!
And soon…
Your former long mane, the crown of your head, is reduced to absolutely nothing.
You look at the mirror with a large, satisfied grin.
This is so freeing!
At fucking last!
This is…!
This is…
This is horrifying!
Your long hair!
Your pride!
Your femininity!
What did you just do?!
You grab your head with your two hands, not believing you just did that! That you massacred your hair just like that, in a fit of rage!
What are you going to do?!
How are you going to justify that? Justify that to Thrawn of all people?!
What… What…
You jump at the sound of the door of the suite opening, letting your fiancé enter after that stupid, stupid party!
"Ch'acah? I am home, sorry I was held back by a Twi'lek diplomat about the last campaign aro-"
You freeze, eyes fixed on the mirror where Thrawn's reflection stands at the door of the bathroom, wide open.
Silent.
Stern.
Unreadable…
You exhale a trembling sigh as you feel your eyes stinging, tears right behind.
And you await his judgement…
Completely frozen.
Terrified.
"It's uneven." He drops.
"… What?" You ask, dumbfounded, eyes reddened, panting.
"Your hair is uneven." He repeats, unbothered, "Hold on."
You fidget your fingers, observing your Chiss pulling a stool for you to sit and a clippers out of the drawer.
"Sit."
Like in a trance, you obey and sit, head straight, back rigid, and let him correct your… massacre with the clippers.
You gulp, feeling his shiny red eyes burning the back of your now exposed skull as you feel the light pull on your hair, seeing the short locks falling in turns, covering the cold tiles under your naked feet.
"There." He stops the clippers and caresses your head to get rid of the last holding hair, wiping them off, "It is better like that."
He lowers himself to put his head next to yours, his large, warm hand on your shoulder, looking at your reflections tenderly.
"Can I have an explanation now?" He gently demands.
You gulp, biting your trembling lip as a gasp comes, shaking your shoulders.
And you break into sobs.
Thrawn remains silent, his thumb caressing your shoulder. He inclines you backward so you may rest on his chest as you cry.
"I'm so sorry, Thrawn…"
"Why, Ch'acah?"
"I should not have done that…! I should not make waves…!" You gasp for air between tears.
"For wanting to try a buzz cut?" He lets out deadpan, "This is quite a reaction for simple hair."
"I can't pass for a woman now…!" You almost shout, broken in your feelings, "But…! But I can't anymore…! I can't wear this mask any longer…!"
You want to tear off your eyes.
To tear off your breast.
To tear off your entire skin!
Why can't you just be right?!
Why does it have to be difficult…?!
Why can't you just breathe and be happy like everyone else?!
Thrawn gently spins the stool to face you and kneels before you, holding your hand softly.
"What are you talking about, Ch'acah? Tell me."
"I can't play a woman anymore! It is beyond me! I want to destroy that body and burn it to the ground until it looks… Normal!"
He draws gentle circles on the back of your hand with his thumb, silent, eyes seemingly lost in the voice before he raises his gaze back to yours.
"You feel constricted by the standards of femininity of the Empire, or it is… Deeper?"
You swallow your saliva, sniffing for air, shoulders low.
"Both…"
"I see." He nods, before pulling your hand to his lips and kissing it tenderly, "Take off your bra." He stands up.
You snap your head at him, shocked.
"You…! You want to do it?! Like that?!"
He shakes his head, opening a cupboard, amused.
"No, Ch'acah. I simply want you to try something." He lightly chuckles.
You gulp, on edge, but you reluctantly obey. Once the garment is on the ground and your chest is bare to see, you want to cry harder.
You can't with this flesh anymore…
"Raise your arms, please." He edicts sternly, "It will feel a bit constricting. Tell me if you cannot breathe correctly
And silently, you look at him, compressing your breast with a white bandage adroitly.
With bated breath, you see it slowly disappearing, getting almost unnoticeable.
He pulls on his finished art.
"Can you breathe?"
"Yes…"
"What do you think, Ch'acah?" he holds your two shoulders carefully, letting you discover yourself in the mirror.
You see.
You observe.
You approach, incredulous.
You… You admire.
Your feminine curves are… pretty much nowhere to be seen anymore.
"I… I…" You lose your words.
He simply tilts his head, awaiting your final judgement.
You let your hand graze your bound chest, your naked head…
This…
This is….
"I love it…" You realize it as the words escape your mouth, "It is all I ever wanted."
Thrawn gently smiles at you through the mirror.
"I am glad, Ch'acah." And he kisses your temple.
"W-wait! That doesn't bother you?" You spin toward him.
"I am going to miss your beautiful long locks for a minute, but if you judge this appearance suits you better, then I have nothing to say."
"Don… Don't you want to marry a woman…?"
He cups your cheeks in his large blue hand, his red eyes sending fire to your soul.
"I want to marry you, in whatever shape or form you come to me, Ch'acah."
You gulp again, but this time, these are tears of joy and relief.
"Thank you… Thrawn…"
"This is nothing, Ch'acah." And he captures your lips softly.
You savor it like a rebirth.
Finally, he parts from you.
"This binding method can be dangerous." He warns you, "Let's look for proper binders, cozy in bed."
Bro I fucking love the DB Cooper case nothing about this whole situation sounds real. None of the passengers on the plane realized they were being hijacked until the plane landed two hours after it was supposed to and the fbi showed up with suitcases full of money. The note about the bomb almost went unnoticed because the flight attendant thought she was being sexually harassed so she didn't read it. One of the main suspects was the first trans woman in Washington to have a sex change operation. A reporter who was so dead set on his suspect that he brought him to court was so upset about being wrong that he went catatonic and was treated with electroshock therapy and it WORKED. There's been multiple "I'm DB Cooper" death confessions. He never even SAID his name was DB Cooper. Either he got away with a million bucks in today's money and the most iconic and harmless crime American history or he impaled himself on a pine tree while falling a zillion miles an hour in the dark while clutching duffel bags full of cash and either option is equally hilarious. He wore a clip on tie. He committed an act of sky piracy. What in the fucking looney toons
No no you don't understand! I want to watch this show/movie, read this book, listen to this podcast, etc.! But I must be in the right mindset and the exact head space to begin, or I just can't!
Hello, I had an idea for fic but it's a bit different to what you typically write so I understand if you wouldn't want to write it.
Imagine some rebels...maybe members of ghost crew intercepts some of Thrawns correspondence thinking that it's really important intel only to find it's some sweet back and forth between him and his SO.
They would be so surprised to find the big bad Grand Admiral being all cute in his messages. 👀
Interesting idea, let's see what it looks like!
⁺ . ✦ Thrawn x F!reader ✦ . ⁺
Tags: Kallus POV, pregnancy mention, Thrawn and reader are secretly married
Kallus types on the keys, eyes fixed on the screen.
Everyone is asleep in the Ghost but Kallus cannot sleep. They have been hunted mercilessly and now they are exhausted, Hera found a hideout and everyone fell face first in their pillows.
But Kallus is obsessed with a thought, something he did not have time to investigate while he was still a mole in the Empire.
He still needs to prove himself to his new rebel companions and he hopes that lead could be his ticket! Back when he was under the Empire he noticed ghost communications emanating from Grand Admiral Thrawn’s personal comms and terminals and while he found them suspicious they were not coded as orders that he needed to dig for the rebellion.
But now those communications shine in a very suspect light and he wants to get to the bottom of it.
He is no master hacker and Thrawn evidently changed all the codes of his ship to prevent Kallus from recovering them now that he is a rebel, but Thrawn cannot decide how to modify such encryptions, it obeys a very specific bureaucratic imperial logic.
Logic Kallus grew accostumed to.
For 4 weeks he tried to break the code, spending sleepless nights on this forsaken screen destroying his eyes in the dark and tonight he finally got it!
This is a one-time thing, knowing Thrawn as he does he will realize someone broke his security and stole his secrets.
And considering the encryptions on those communications, he will be absolutely furious and the hunt will get worse.
Kallus knows it
He enters, gathers a maximum of information, eliminates as many proofs of his presence, and runs to wake up Hera to change hideouts immediately!
He thought he would discover a one-way channel through which Thrawn transferred his plans to the Imperial palace to the Navy’s siege or even Lord Vader or the Emperor...
But he noticed those data left the Chimaera to return straight back to it...
Internal ship discussions do not use the triads to be sent and use an intranet and a computer to communicate informations. But Thrawn decided to muddy his trail by sending the data to a triad that recodes it again before sending the data back to the Chimaera.
With whom was he communicating and about what!?
He finishes typing his command and a new window pops up before his eye
A Discussion
To a certain “Ch’acah”
He never encountered that word. Is that a title? Nobody on the Chimaera is named Ch’acah.
...
What the hell...?
Ch’acah: ”How was your day, Thrawn?”
Thrawn: “Uneventful. My planning brought us to victory again and we are gaining in the rebels. Only Konstantine remains a wild card.”
Ch’acah: “Again? When will he learn that we need his cooperation for the plans to work as intended? He can’t allow himself to do what he wants like that!”
Thrawn: “I agree.”
Ch’acah: “I will try to have a word with him.”
Thrawn: “Thank you for your concern Ch’acah, but I would prefer you refrain. It will only had to your stress, and you do not need stress right now.”
Ch’acah: “I am pregnant, not dying, silly.”
Thrawn: “I prefer to be safe than sorry.”
...
Kallus blinks and reread all of that.
Pregnancy? Daring to call Thranw ‘silly’?
What did he stumble across?
He keeps reading
Thrawn: “I would never forgive myself if something happened to our baby.”
Ch’acah: “Nothing is going to happen to me or the baby, especially when I am with you on the Chimaera. I know you will do your best to protect us.”
Thrawn: “I am doing my best. Nothing will ever reach you two while I am alive, I swear it Ch’acah.”
Ch’acah: “Hihi, I know my love, I know.”
Thrawn: “I miss you daily even though we see each other every day. Hiding ourselves from the world tear my heart to pieces.”
Ch’acah: “You can reenact your marriage proposal on the bridge before everyone else if you want! <3”
Thrawn: “ (Y/n)... You know I cannot.”
Kallus almost spat out his caff
YOU?
You and... Thrawn are together? A couple? And you are pregnant?!
He remembers chatting with you from time to time and honestly praising your performance when he was still loyal to the Empire, when he turned to the rebellion he started avoiding you, judging you as a danger to his cover.
He always found you competent and intelligent, and visibly Thrawn thought the same and got seduced.
He would have never guessed Thrawn would get his heart stolen! And by you?
You were more dangerous than he first judged!
Thrawn: “If we are revealed you would become a target. The rebels and the Empire will try to get to you, to the baby, to reach me.”
Ch’acah: “I know... I was joking. Me too I would prefer to be free to hug you whenever I want...”
Thrawn: “Soon, Ch’acah, soon... When my true plans will succeed, when I know everyone in the galaxy is safe from that exterior threat, we will be together and free. I love you, ch’eo Ch’acah, more than anything.”
Ch’acah: “Me too, my love, more than anything.”
Kallus takes a minute
This is not what he expected
Not at all even
He feels like he walked in on something he should have never seen...
He never suspected that... softer... side of the Grand Admiral Thrawn.
He doesn’t know if that humanizes him in his eyes or gives him the creeps.
Thrawn is deadly and Kallus doesn’t really want to discover how he is when someone were to stand between him and you...
Between him and his baby...
Kallus thinks, does he even have it in himself to target a pregnant woman?
Would it not be what an Imperial would do? A rebel would probably have more morals than that...
Kallus contemplates the messages, the love that was hidden even to his eyes. He remembers you as a diligent and loyal officer to Thrawn and the Chiss showed respect to your person and gave a lot of consideration to your opinions on his tactics and plans in retrospect.
Now that Kallus has those informations, a lot of things click in his mind, about you and Thrawn’s behaviors in the presence of the other.
A secret couple
A hidden pregnancy
Thrawn is right about one thing, the Emperor will certainly try to get that baby, the offspring of his most prized tactician
This is literally a death sentence for you, it is only a matter of time. No rebel will even need to intervene: if Thrawn does nothing, the Emperor will get to him himself.
Kallus decides to exit the conversation
Destroys as much proof of his visit as he can
And stand up to wake up Hera and flee somewhere safe.
Thrawn will never allow such secret to spread and will do his best to hunt the intruder until he slits his throat
But somehow
For some reason
Kallus sympathizes with his new enemy, he would not want to be in his position
Do you think it's wrong to use chatGPT to write? I have lot of my own ideas of all kind of stories i even have entire scene in my head but I suck at writing (and I'm also super procrastinating) also with English not being my first language. So I use chatGPT (but I don't actually post it anywhere its mostly just for myself). Is it really bad?
Yes
Yes, I do think it is wrong.
I will hold your hand saying that, but sucking at writing and English not being your first language are not valid excuses.
You'll never get better unless you write yourself. You need practice. Who gives a fuck if the first stories are "bad" (whatever that means). You already have the most important thing for writing: IDEAS.
Why spoil those ideas with plain, boring, unoriginal, stolen Ai writing when you could give it your own twist, your very special flair, your very own je-ne-sais-quoi to flavor and elevate those ideas?
You don't have that je-ne-sais-quoi to make your story unique yet? Of course: You are using Chat Gpt instead of practicing and perfecting your craft. You will not develop it unless you practice it.
I know it can seem scary to write, it's overwhelming, but no half-baked AI story will EVER come close to the sentiment of satisfaction and self-accomplishment you feel when you put the final "." to a chapter.
It's unoriginal, stolen content, nothing truly creative and satisfying can come out of it. It has no flavor, it has no soul, no intent, no spark behind it.
It's just boring.
Try writing, do it FOR YOURSELF
You deserve BETTER than flavorless AI writing, your ideas deserve better than AI, they deserve that human touch, YOUR very own touch.
I can't even start to put into words the pure pleasure I feel when I write, it's a fire, a need I have to satisfy, I NEED to write, this is such a pleasure to see your story appearing on the page and have full control of it. This is MY story, MY ideas, MY VOICE
MY
UNIQUE
UNREAPLACABLE
VOICE
You need to find yours, for your very own creative soul, for your own good. No AI can give you that.
Let's say you try and the first chapter is "disappointing" to you
WHO GIVE A FUCK?!
You already put more effort into that single chapter than all of the AI users ever put in their """"own writing""" ever and you are therefore more legitimate. Your ideas are more legitimate. They inherently have more value than whatever AI may vomit on a document ever.
Write, draw, sing, make movies, we are inherently artful creatures, and you deserve to nourish and grow that part of you, using AI will only atrophy this part of yourself until it dies.
Write, erase words, create entire paragraphs and delete them, forget a WIP for months, and feel your heart jump in joy rediscovering it one day.
This is a muscle that needs training.
The first chapters won't necessarily be good, but this is NORMAL. You are new to it. Hell, my own first chapters are TRASH, but those are MINE, they came from MY CREATIVE SOUL and were made to please and cater to me. I kept trying, I kept pushing because it is a fire burning inside of me.
Do I still think my writing is trash? Depends, someday yes, someday no, but the pleasure of creation goes beyond the final results. It supersedes anything else.
I think my writing is still not good enough but some people find it pleasant enough to decide to stick around my blog to keep reading me, so my writing has qualities and values, even if I stop posting.
Nobody wants to stick around AI writing, it's easy and flat, not even taking into account Chat gpt's limitations on touchy subjects.
I started plenty of chapters with one intent and ended up with an unexpected final text because new ideas kept coming up while writing.
Ai will just give you a boring straight line from A to B, while your own writing will make you travel all up to Z and make you discover numbers and colors and music.
You are doing a huge disservice to yourself anon, very honestly.
And for the "English isn't my first language", well it's not mine either. Want to know how I got to write in English daily? I read fanfics.
Real fanfics real people wrote. It took some time but I got there. School did not give me my English current level, fanfics did.
Find a fandom you love and read, read, read, read, and read. Use all the Google Translate and WordReference you need until you are comfortable, it gets easier with time.
Like WRITING *gasp!*
Maybe you have an idea for an INSANE AU nobody wrote for that fandom yet, maybe it deserves better than some dry robot words and a real human influence instead.
And lastly "I don't actually post it anywhere its mostly just for myself", it may be just for yourself but using AI is endangering everyone, it is a DISASTER ecologically speaking. For each idea you put in Chat gpt you can just empty 20 water bottles on the ground directly and you'll have the same creative and ecological result.
TLDR : it's stolen, unoriginal, soulless content, its an ecological disaster, and your ideas simply deserve better than that.
(And I really, REALLY hope you did not feed anyone's fics to GPT to finish them or give it ideas for """"your"""" chapters)
Hello There, I liked how you answered that anons question (Thrawn definitely uses the finest hair care products).
I also have a Thrawn question that I haven't been able to find an answer for...
How much do you think Thrawn gets paid? (If at all?). I'm assuming as a very senior military officer he's earning a decent wage but I haven't been able to find any source anywhere that states how much officers were earning 🤔.
He seems to have some assets because in Thrawn book 1 he's buying all the Clone Wars era tech out of his own pocket...
I know it's silly but was wondering what you think?
Unfortunately, we have no tangible numbers to work with. We don't even know how much a Credit is worth in American dollars, even if 1 dollar = 1 credit in the Disney parks for sake of simplicity.
So I can only give you the salary of an admiral of the US Navy as of 2024, which is $18,808.68 per month for 20 years of service ($225,704.16 a year)
Of course, Thrawn was not at the Empire service for 20 years, but The Emperor is not an idiot and must have accounted for all of his military years combined.
Considering the structure of the Empire, they must mollycoddle their high officers, so I am 100% convinced he has a fully furnished big apartment as official accommodation (Non-canon, I'm going with my guts here) and a personal driver/pilot and everything.
I tried to look at the salary of an admiral of Nazi Germany (as it inspired the Empire) but Google doesn't have a straightforward answer and I can't review archived German paperwork.
Do I have a real answer? No, but he surely has the cash and could live pretty lavishly, but I have in mind that he must never leave his suite in the Chimaera.
HELLOOOOOO POOKIE YOU KNOW I'M A MASSIVE HISTORY NERD (LITERALLY DOING IT FOR MY DEGREE) I WILL GIVE YOU MY GUESSTIMATE BECAUSE I AM ALSO CURIOUS ABOUT OUR DARLING GRAND ADMIRALS ANNUAL SALARY!!!!!! (please don't throw tomatoes at me if I'm wrong I haven't touched ratios since GCSE and that was 3 years ago 🫶 also I got a 4 on FOUNDATION paper so I'm definitely not greatly qualified so don't take my workings as 1000% fact!)
The currency conversion is from RM (Reichsmark) to DM (Deutsche Mark) to Euros (€ <- in case you don't know the symbol 🙂↕️) I've done this specifically because 1) Reichsmark is obviously not in use and hasn't been since 1948 and is hard to convert where as the Deutsche Mark is what replaced it 2) the DM was replaced with the Euro on Jan 1st 1999 so is easier to convert into modern euros 3) the RM to DM is a 10:1 which I hope I haven't fucked up here because that should be easy maths LMAOOOO
Now onto the question
A Nazi Grand Admiral made € 1329.36 a year WITHOUT bribes (they were given 26,000 RM per year aka 2600 DM) they also were exempt from income tax which was very high, senior officers got a special allowance for like food and medicine (which I am making an educated guess to be also €20.45 [400RM aka 40DM] as general admirals got €100 less like they did in wartime costs), I think they also got bday money that was the equivalent of € 12782.29 (250,000 RM aka 25000 DM) that was tax free (although the interest wasn't LMFAOOOOO) , they got about € 20.45 (400 RM aka 40DM) a month for wartime costs, they got a bribe of €204.52 (4000 RM aka 400DM) on a monthly basis as well
These numbers are probably all averages but don't quote me on these numbers
My information comes from:
Norman Goda, "Black Marks: Hitler's Bribery of his Senior Officers During World War II", The Journal of Modern History, 72, no.2 (200) 413–452. (If you don't have access to it the Wikipedia page tells you the numbers I just double check BC I'm by all accounts an academic in training lolll)
SO THE ESTIMATED GRAND (hahaha) TOTAL IS:
€17,056.69 a year (on average)
Now onto the infamous credits!
There are a lot of guestimates on the internet and honestly I'm horrible at understanding if someone's workings is accurate ESPECIALLY when it links to a make-believe currency but the source I used is allegedly pretty decent so blame them not me if it's Wrong
TL;DR - 1 credit is the equivalent of 4USD ($4) and that is currently the equivalent of €3.84 (3.84 euros)
Now converted to credits should be about:
€65,497.69 a year (on average)
Ofc do not take this as gospel I am tired (it is 23:36pm rn) so I could be mistaken and also it's a fantasy world so you can easily make up your desired amount especially because (in my opinion) Thrawn is the best they got so he'd probably also get several bonuses a year on top of that and even if he is underpaid because he's an alien (never forget the social factors when considering money!) he'd probably get enough bonuses to make the same or more than the human grand admirals around him !
So please just go insane if you want I really don't want someone to take this as me trying to be the fun police when I did this for funsies ❤️
