*knocks* anyone out here still shipping thramakro in 2026?
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*knocks* anyone out here still shipping thramakro in 2026?
Thrawn wants to order guys!! (Samakro is tolerating him(barely))
(the green symbol on Samakro's arm is supposed to be the Ufsa symbol. We only know what the Mitth and Stybla symbols look like (what I know of) so I just guessed)
Thalias: So... who's the big spoon and who's the little spoon? Samakro: We're chopsticks! Thalias: Well... that's cute! Thalias: Does that mean you two snuggle together perfectly? Thrawn: No, it means that if you take the other away, the only thing the other is good for is stabbing.
Thrawn: Well, when I was a child, I invented a magnetic flashlight clip so I could look at art under the covers. This clip and I went across the ascendancy together. Csilla, Jamiron, Avidich...
Samakro: But never to a friend's house, huh?
Thrawn: Uncalled for.
Fictober ’21 #24 – Thrawn: Ascendancy
Prompt: “Is this supposed to impress me?”
Fandom: Thrawn: Ascendancy
Characters: Samakro/Thrawn
Title: Make it Six
Words: 477
Rating: M
Notes: Thanks for the prompt-nudge, @cabalrive!
“There exists a peculiarity in the artwork of—do not stop your shower on my account, Captain.”
Samakro huffed a breath that sent water droplets splashing onto Thrawn’s questis.
Thrawn brushed them aside with his sleeve and continued, “Though the plan was to emerge from hyperspace during what is night in their capital, the proportions of the eyes in this sculpture lend me to believe—are you listening, Captain?”
“I am naked, sir,” Samakro said flatly.
“You are showering,” Thrawn said. “It would be terribly inefficient of you to be clothed.” He tilted his head, considering, and Samakro knew—he just knew the infuriating bastard was debating if washing one’s clothes and one’s body at the same time wouldn’t be more efficient.
And he hated that he knew that.
Keep reading on Ao3....
Thramakro smut ficlet! End Call
Another smutlet about Thrawn getting caught, by Samakro this time 😏 Also for the Thrawn kinkmeme
(look, @draculard and I couldn’t pick just one Other Party, so... the world just has to deal with more fic about Thrawn masturbating. Sorry 😇)
Samakro was just dropping off to sleep when he was jolted fully awake by his questis, chiming with the Priority alert reserved for incoming calls from the Springhawk’s captain.
Again.
Grumbling and cursing under his breath, he fumbled for the device to accept the call. If this wasn’t a legitimate emergency, he was going to tell Senior Captain Thrawn in no uncertain terms exactly what he thought of people who didn’t pay attention to when normal, decent other people were off-duty and meant to be sleeping.
The connection blinked to life and Samakro’s irritable “yes, sir,” died unspoken on his lips, his brow furrowing in sleep-fogged confusion.
Thrawn was… he was… why was Thrawn naked?
He wasn’t even holding his blasted questis, and appeared to be lying down with the device propped up somewhere near his hip, and his arm was—
Oh.
keeping the thramakro agenda alive by stealing memes from tiktok, because somebody has to
(Admiral AU & Art Teacher AU) Samakro: I like your new pants! Vurawn: Thanks, they were 50% off! Samakro: I’d like them better if they were 100% off. *winks* Vurawn: ... Vurawn: The store can’t just give away clothes for free. Samakro: Thats’s… not what I meant. Vurawn: That’s a terrible way to run a business, Mak.