#un'hee

[stealingpotatoes]

felt like drawing my bluerbos (blue blorbos) and their emotional support human <3

(ko-fi requests are open!)

[xiema]

Happy new year (sorry I'm late)

I want to celebrate the new year not to show what happend 2023, but what will be 2024.

Every pair stands for one story. Originally I wanted more but, 1st I underestimate how long I need for one pair and 2nd I didn't want to draw 7 diffrent Thrawns.

Notherless I wish everyone a happy new year with all best wishes.

[unknownplants]

Im not sure how old unhee is supposed to be and i refuse to google it.

I just want Ezra to be the big brother figure i know he can be 😤

[1inthemiddle]

I'm obsessed with the idea of Un'hee growing up into a feral daddy's girl who is constantly ready to throw hands at anyone who looks at Eli the wrong way.

[lykomeraki]

May The Fourth Be With You!

here are some sketches that I've been working on. Mainly because I need more content on Thrawn and Ezra annoying the heck out of each other. :)

Week 4 on Peridia

And then of course I love the concept of Ezra helping the navigators:

And lastly, I have Ezra and Jacen, as well as some random sketches

I hope you liked these, and may the fourth be with you!

[mirandemia]

Un'hee is wiping them at whatever questis game they're playing

[anuspastor]

RAa final Un'hee WIP has been finished praying for the strength to color and arrange this like a bouquet

@littlekhada The Un’hee

[gia-batmm-crickle22]

Thrantober Day 15~ Family

Ohana… Family never gets left behind…

[contentment-of-cats]

WIP bit

Un'hee watches in fascination as Ivant cuts out the soft, plushy purple fabric into two identical shapes and then takes a small machine in his hand and a spool of thread. He is her… not caretaker or momish. Her… friend? Protector? He is many things, and his light gleams warm and steady - a beacon when the darkness closes in  around her. That light can blaze up, too, though he's good at hiding it.

"What is it, Eli? What do you make?" she prods.

"Oh, when I was on my family's ships, my mama used to make these for the littles." His hands move quick and sure, guiding the machine as it places stitch after stitch. "As we got older, we'd help - because there were always more littles coming."

Sad. He'd get sad, but happy when he talked about them. "We could go there, to your home. I could fly ships for your family."

"Maybe someday." 

She doesn't push, instead coming to sit beside him and look out at the stars. The lights of Vah'nya, the momishes, and her sister sky-walkers are either sleeping or busy, so she leans against Eli and looks out at the stars. They finally have him proper quarters and a proper office, but most people still treat him as an outsider - the way they treat her. Un'hee strokes the scraps of plush, then rubs one over her face and brow ridges. So soft.

Next, Eli takes a bunch of khuffa wool and stuffs it into the opening left between the two pieces, then turns the edges in before stitching them together. He picks a pair of buttons next - brown with sparkly black middles. Little snips of felt make a smiling mouth - with a pair of fangs. When Eli holds it our to her she acceptes it, rubbing her cheek on the softness, squeezing it to her makes something ache and heal at the same time.

"What is it, Eli?" Made for her. With warmth and care. Her vision shimmers. "Is he really mine?"

"All yours, hunbun. It's a tooka. Or an abstract representation of one. They're pets in most every part of space I've been to." Un'hee crawls into his lap, his Human warmth against her back, and the fluffy purple tooka against her front. "They're covered in soft fur, warm and cuddly, and they purr-"

Un'hee makes a small, soft, rusty sound in her chest. "Like that? We can do it when we're happy and safe and comfortable-"

Oh. Oh. A feeling like a terrible bruise flows out of him, and suddenly his brown eyes are wet.  Oh, he hurts and it’s a dark and awful hurt. Un'hee doesn’t understand the hurting, only that it is hurting, and ramps up her purring to comfort him.

"I-" his voice cracks. "I didn't know Chiss could purr."

[merry-chissmas]

Merry Chissmas: December 10: From Contentment of Cats/Cathouse Mary

Interrogation (1070 words) by cathouse_mary Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: Thrawn Series - Timothy Zahn (2017), Star Wars: Thrawn Ascendancy Trilogy - Timothy Zahn Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Characters: Un'hee the Ozyly-esehembo (Star Wars), Eli Vanto, Thurfian | Mitth'urf'ianico Additional Tags: Torture, Mind-Flayer, Dark Eli Vanto Summary: Eli will keep Un'hee safe, no matter what it takes.

For Merry Chissmas 2023.

[owlpartytime]

( Set in the Measure of Worth universe - you don't need to have read that fic to understand what's going on, but it will give context.)

[stealingpotatoes]

so i finished thrawn treason,

(kofi requests are open!)

[xiema]

[treescape]

Thrantovember 2022 - Day 29 - If You Asked Her

Eli finds her sitting on the roof of their apartment, the cold, clear skies of Naporar full of stars. Un’hee is already turning to grin up at him in greeting, her Third Sight never fully faded. 

“Everything okay?” he asks as he comes to a stop next to her, and she nods, turning back to face the sky before her.

“Yeah,” she says. “Just enjoying the stars. It hasn’t been this clear out in weeks.”

It’s true; the winter storms had raged with a vengeance, clouding everything in their wake, but now the sky stretches forever. Eli tips his head back just enough to catch sight of Csilla, tiny and bright in the distance.

“Mind if I join  you?”

Un’hee waves her hand at the empty rooftop in invitation, and Eli drops down to sit beside her. It’s cold — the air around him, sinking into his lungs, and the rooftop beneath him, bleeding through his clothes — but not so frozen that he’s uncomfortable, wrapped in the jacket he’d grabbed on his way up here.

They watch the stars in silence for long moments, their breaths puffing almost soundlessly in the air, until Un’hee suddenly speaks.

“Thank you for being my dad,” she says. Her eyes are still fixed on the sky, but she leans in to bump her shoulder against his, and Eli wouldn’t care if it were cold as Csilla; he doesn’t think he’d give up this moment for anything. “You and Thrawn both.”

“Thank you for letting us,” Eli says quietly, reaching out to drape one arm around her shoulders in a hug. He’s never meant anything more in his life. The last decade with Un’hee and Thrawn has been the best of his life.

Un’hee smiles, leaning into the hug, and together they continue watching the stars.

[electricnik]

Just read this scene from Thrawn Treason. Won't spoil, but you get to realise why the Chiss are like they are, they have got it rough, being trafficked, hunted and turned into a commodity.

Time to get upset about fictional aliens.

“And as if a dam had shattered, she burst into tears.”

[mirandemia]

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