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Read your Thrawn x senator reader and man the guy has so much Rizz without knowing it with the ladies hahaha Vanto has his work cut out for him.

Thank you so much! And yeah, Thrawn got that autistic rizz for real. Lol

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Idk what your opinion of Thrawn is in Star Wars rebels, but when I saw the scene of him working out with the imperial training droids…..I needed a glass of water.

I'm mixed. On the one hand, I love Thrawn and we were blessed with this scene.

On the other hand, Thrawn is a strategist and he's not really suited for a Saturday morning cartoon. I feel like we lost a lost of the subtly that makes Thrawn a compelling character and as a result he came across as less intimidating. Not a bad version, but I'll stick to the original trilogy.

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A/N: So, I lied. Work was busier than I thought it would be. Crossing my fingers I can finish up the editing tomorrow. In the meantime, here's another preview.

Write That Down: Preivew (for context)

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"Johnny,” Reed prompted. 

"I got her. I’m going to pick you up now.”

She blinked up at him. “You’re gonna what?” 

He didn’t give another warning as he quickly scooped her up into his arms. That, briefly, shut her up as her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck.

“Remind me to get my bell rung more often,” she said in a daze. As flattered as he might be, there was a good 90% chance it was still her head. 

“I knew you did it on purpose,” he quipped. 

“You caught me. My sole goal in life is to die in your loving arms.” She threw her head back for emphasis only to wince. “Ah, that might be sooner rather than later.” 

He started a laugh, but it fell short as he got a good look at her head. It was still bleeding, not much, but just enough.

Herbie wasn’t far behind letting out a concerned trill, as Johnny carried her carefully towards the living room.  

“She’s being dramatic,” he assured.

“I don’t know Herb, the light’s getting dim.” 

Herbie scooted back, alarm rising in his tone before he rolled fast in the opposite direction only to come back just as quickly with a first aid kit. 

“Thank you Herbert,” Johnny said, setting Miriam down carefully on the couch. “Now, how many fingers.”

“We’ve done this already, two," she said. "There wasn’t enough kinetic energy utilized in the chisel to correlate to the size of the blast. It must have the ability to store kinetic energy. Of course, if it didn’t displace that energy upon impact it would have been a much more powerful force in the la-aaab.”

He pressed a swab of alcohol right into the cut. Thankfully it wasn't as deep as he initially thought.

“Aren’t you supposed to warn a person?” she grumbled. 

“I didn’t want to interrupt."

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Write That Down: Preview 2

A/N: So, I lied. Work was busier than I thought it would be. Crossing my fingers I can finish up the editing tomorrow. In the meantime, here's another preview.

Write That Down: Preivew (for context)

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"Johnny,” Reed prompted. 

"I got her. I’m going to pick you up now.”

She blinked up at him. “You’re gonna what?” 

He didn’t give another warning as he quickly scooped her up into his arms. That, briefly, shut her up as her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck.

“Remind me to get my bell rung more often,” she said in a daze. As flattered as he might be, there was a good 90% chance it was still her head. 

“I knew you did it on purpose,” he quipped. 

“You caught me. My sole goal in life is to die in your loving arms.” She threw her head back for emphasis only to wince. “Ah, that might be sooner rather than later.” 

He started a laugh, but it fell short as he got a good look at her head. It was still bleeding, not much, but just enough.

Herbie wasn’t far behind letting out a concerned trill, as Johnny carried her carefully towards the living room.  

“She’s being dramatic,” he assured.

“I don’t know Herb, the light’s getting dim.” 

Herbie scooted back, alarm rising in his tone before he rolled fast in the opposite direction only to come back just as quickly with a first aid kit. 

“Thank you Herbert,” Johnny said, setting Miriam down carefully on the couch. “Now, how many fingers.”

“We’ve done this already, two," she said. "There wasn’t enough kinetic energy utilized in the chisel to correlate to the size of the blast. It must have the ability to store kinetic energy. Of course, if it didn’t displace that energy upon impact it would have been a much more powerful force in the la-aaab.”

He pressed a swab of alcohol right into the cut. Thankfully it wasn't as deep as he initially thought.

“Aren’t you supposed to warn a person?” she grumbled. 

“I didn’t want to interrupt."

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what? oh sweetheart no, you're not weirding me out at all. you're weirding me in. keep talking, freak

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Write That Down: Preview 2

A/N: So, I lied. Work was busier than I thought it would be. Crossing my fingers I can finish up the editing tomorrow. In the meantime, here's another preview.

Write That Down: Preivew (for context)

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"Johnny,” Reed prompted. 

"I got her. I’m going to pick you up now.”

She blinked up at him. “You’re gonna what?” 

He didn’t give another warning as he quickly scooped her up into his arms. That, briefly, shut her up as her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck.

“Remind me to get my bell rung more often,” she said in a daze. As flattered as he might be, there was a good 90% chance it was still her head. 

“I knew you did it on purpose,” he quipped. 

“You caught me. My sole goal in life is to die in your loving arms.” She threw her head back for emphasis only to wince. “Ah, that might be sooner rather than later.” 

He started a laugh, but it fell short as he got a good look at her head. It was still bleeding, not much, but just enough.

Herbie wasn’t far behind letting out a concerned trill, as Johnny carried her carefully towards the living room.  

“She’s being dramatic,” he assured.

“I don’t know Herb, the light’s getting dim.” 

Herbie scooted back, alarm rising in his tone before he rolled fast in the opposite direction only to come back just as quickly with a first aid kit. 

“Thank you Herbert,” Johnny said, setting Miriam down carefully on the couch. “Now, how many fingers.”

“We’ve done this already, two," she said. "There wasn’t enough kinetic energy utilized in the chisel to correlate to the size of the blast. It must have the ability to store kinetic energy. Of course, if it didn’t displace that energy upon impact it would have been a much more powerful force in the la-aaab.”

He pressed a swab of alcohol right into the cut. Thankfully it wasn't as deep as he initially thought.

“Aren’t you supposed to warn a person?” she grumbled. 

“I didn’t want to interrupt."

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whats that kink called that you get from reading too much fantasy lit as a child that makes you want to be tortured in front of someone who loves you so you can see the pleading desperation in their eyes and hear how much they love you in between the cracks of their voice and really truly believe they would do anything to save you. also you get to look so cool and brave and covered in blood and soooo able to withstand pain haha no just me? ok

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I haven't seen dancing pumpkin guy ONCE this year, are you guys okay?

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Write That Down: Preview 2

A/N: So, I lied. Work was busier than I thought it would be. Crossing my fingers I can finish up the editing tomorrow. In the meantime, here's another preview.

Write That Down: Preivew (for context)

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"Johnny,” Reed prompted. 

"I got her. I’m going to pick you up now.”

She blinked up at him. “You’re gonna what?” 

He didn’t give another warning as he quickly scooped her up into his arms. That, briefly, shut her up as her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck.

“Remind me to get my bell rung more often,” she said in a daze. As flattered as he might be, there was a good 90% chance it was still her head. 

“I knew you did it on purpose,” he quipped. 

“You caught me. My sole goal in life is to die in your loving arms.” She threw her head back for emphasis only to wince. “Ah, that might be sooner rather than later.” 

He started a laugh, but it fell short as he got a good look at her head. It was still bleeding, not much, but just enough.

Herbie wasn’t far behind letting out a concerned trill, as Johnny carried her carefully towards the living room.  

“She’s being dramatic,” he assured.

“I don’t know Herb, the light’s getting dim.” 

Herbie scooted back, alarm rising in his tone before he rolled fast in the opposite direction only to come back just as quickly with a first aid kit. 

“Thank you Herbert,” Johnny said, setting Miriam down carefully on the couch. “Now, how many fingers.”

“We’ve done this already, two," she said. "There wasn’t enough kinetic energy utilized in the chisel to correlate to the size of the blast. It must have the ability to store kinetic energy. Of course, if it didn’t displace that energy upon impact it would have been a much more powerful force in the la-aaab.”

He pressed a swab of alcohol right into the cut. Thankfully it wasn't as deep as he initially thought.

“Aren’t you supposed to warn a person?” she grumbled. 

“I didn’t want to interrupt."

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Hi I’m new and got into Thrawn recently and oh my gosh your Thrawn x senator fic is hilarious! Poor Eli is picking up on all the signals😆

Thank you! You're so kind to say so. Eli is on it more than people give him credit for. Lol

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I’m not trying to turn your kids trans; that’s stupid. I’m trying to turn them into socialists.

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A burger and fries should be five dollars <checks wallet> a burger and fries should be two dollars

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we really didn't deserve The Good Place. a bizarrely high-budget sitcom telling a longform, highly conceptual story that you need to have been watching from episode one, which was allowed to play out at its own pace and wrap things up when it intended to, and it didn't even lose steam over its four seasons. that's practically proof of the existence of a loving god

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Are going to do a part two of the Senator reader and Thrawn with I think Duna or Danu incident? It’s a really good story! Either way I love your writing! I’m rereading the Timothy Zhan Thrawn trilogy.

Thank you! I feel bad I haven't touched Thrawn in so long.

I would like to return to it at some point, but don't currently have any plans. I still have the notes I had in terms of the over all trajectory of the story. But I think I need to reread the Thrawn Trilogy myself to get back in that mindset.

This really made me smile though. I'm so glad you enjoyed it!

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“what radicalized you” bro EMPATHY