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[barbwalken]

Day 26

[arizonapoppy]

Thrycevember Day 10: Cozy

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Blep.

Thrawn’s ysalamir sat next to her desk again. It swished its tail over the tiles, its four eyes blinking hopefully.

“Shoo,” Arihnda hissed. “I have reports to finish.”

Sdfghjkl. The nudge to her elbow left a trail of gibberish across the screen.

“Fine.” Arihnda rubbed her eyes and logged off the terminal. She followed the reptile to the couch.

The cushions welcomed her softly like a pile of ginned cotton after the harvest. “Let me have some of that blanket,” she pleaded with Thrawn. He tucked the edge around her as the thrice-mooned ysalamir smugly hopped up between them.

[nymphl]

WIP Name Game

I was tagged by the amazing @illegalcerebral. Thanks. I had to check here the names and it took me a while, because some of them aren't in a file, they're scattered everywhere.

Rules: In a new post, post the names of all files in your WIP folder regardless how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell us about it.

Dad!Krennic (Krennic x Kleya - untitled) Noblesse Oblige (Aemond x Helaena - kinktober fic) Perfect Match (Arihnda Pryce x Thrawn) Please me if you can (Hux x Rose - kinktober fic) The Policy of Truth (Krennic x Kleya - kinktober fic) Well, well... a few kinktober stories in the making huh? hehe

No pressure tags: @cliotris @septima-severa @chandrilamistress @wolfinlionskingdom @myevilmouse @arizonapoppy @99tech99 @deliciousangelfestival @colleybri and anyone else who wants to give it a shot!

[myevilmouse]

Prompt: how do they really feel about their uniforms

a drabble also inspired by @velvetsunset and her reread of Infectious

Pryce sat up at Thrawn’s uncharacteristic sigh.

Her lover was straightening the seam on his uniform jacket, looking impressive and dashing.

“Is the problem the early morning meeting or the jacket?” she asked, voice scratchy with sleep.

“I scheduled the meeting, Arihnda.”

The Grand Admiral gave his starched hem another tug.

“Well,” she slipped out of bed, “your whites look perfect as usual.”

“I blame you,” Thrawn murmured, with a final check in the mirror, “for making well-tailored gaberwool feel confining.”

“The court martial will take place this evening,” Pryce grinned, enthusiastically kissing him goodbye. “Clothing optional.”

“Agreed,” Thrawn smiled.

amazing art commissioned from @grand-admiral-lawn

[larissafae]

"This is the best art of thrawn ever actually"

~ @hydr0phius

[loge2718]

Meet me at the diner~

Originally I was thinking of making this as Thrawn x reader or OC BUT I am too lazy to draw lmao

Im sorry, so enjoy Thryce instead

Okay maybe IF I have the time, the motivation and the energy I'd do this again as x reader

[thatsthepryce]

Pryce x Thrawn really makes it difficult for me to keep the "idc what anyone ships unless it's illegal" mindset, like not only do yall mischaracterize Arihnda to the point of unrecognition but these two being shipped somehow feels illegal.

[blackmonitor]

There was an idea of @paintedmagpie​, to make a Starbucks logo with the Chimaera instead. 

@i-want-to-marry-cedf-officer​ created the logo.

I had the idea of Thrawn taking a Pic from Pryce while they shared a caf there. And then @myevilmouse​ has a story to tell:

Grand Admiral Thrawn drank caf, but he never really liked it. It was simply a practical thing, bestowing energy, alertness; the flavor was a necessary obstacle to achieve the desired result. Some said caf was an acquired taste, however it was one his palate resisted, even after all these years.

He’d mentioned this in passing to the Governor. Just an observation, yet she took it as a mission, insisting upon relocating their logistics meeting to the shipboard caf shop.

She’d ordered something complicated for them, clearly proud of herself.

Thrawn found the concoction no more appealing than any other iteration of the drink. However, he did learn something: caf tasted better when shared with Governor Pryce.

He couldn’t explain it, but it was undeniable. Perhaps it was the flare of confidence in her bright blue eyes as Pryce sucked on her straw…perhaps the smirk lifting her pursed, reddened lips…or the way she watched him drink, intent and hopeful that her “special brew” would tempt his resistant tastebuds.

Thrawn was very tempted, but not by the caf.

“Well, what's the verdict?” Pryce smiled, datapad forgotten on the table between them.

“Quite agreeable,” Thrawn admitted. “I plan to make this a habit.”