#Zeb's last

[stealingpotatoes]

how are tl4j celebrating life day this year?

(commission info // kofi support!)

[lucky-numberme]

Recently fell in love with @zebsfloppyears ' Kalluzeb work and HAD to draw a little something for my favorite piece. gay love and sci-fi horror, what's not to love?? anyways, read The Depths here

[ID: A fic art illustration stylized like a comic cover. In the foreground, Zeb and Kallus are kneeling. Kallus holds his forearm— which is raked with claw marks and coated in green kolto slime. He turns to look at Zeb, expression vulnerable and eyes glowing the same color as the slime. Zeb looks at Kallus, one hand outstretched to his face and his expression a mask of concern. Behind them, Sabine is in a stormtrooper suit, holding a blaster up cautiously and eyeing the surroundings dubiously. Chopper is next to her and faces the contents of the center of the frame: an empty kolto tank, glass walls shattered and green kolto dripping down the sides. Ezra (also in a stormtrooper disguise) approaches the tank, holding his lightsaber aloft and looking intently into the dark. The center tank is filled with the words 'The Depths' and at the top of the image, the author's AO3 name 'DownToTheSea' is visible. The darkness behind the tanks is populated with faint, glowing eyes. End ID]

[never-ending-fanfic]

My family thinks I chose psychology studies to earn money WELL NEWS FLASH I chose it to learn how to write traumatised characters accurately

[swordbladeknight7]

Zuko Apology but it’s Post-Zero Hour Kalluzeb💜🔥

Idea came from this post:

Some unapologetic hurt/comfort my 14-year-old self would be proud of ➕ gratuitous use of the Kallus hair strandTM to account for the lack of Zuko’s anime hair

[ramblingsofafanatic]

Kalluzeb Caf Shop!AU

[martianbugsbunny]

Would you like to know the depths of my stupidity? You would? Great! I was thinking about Kalluzeb a while ago and I was like "whose last name would they both have?" and I was like "Kallus Orrelios, that doesn't sound too bad," and then I was like.,.."wait a minute. what's kallus's last name?"

[thelady0fshalott]

New Fan Fiction on AO3

Trials of the Lost

Rated: T

Summary: Dealing with the aftermath of Malachor the crew of the Ghost uncover a dangerous Imperial plot, they seek help from heroes of the Old Republic, all while Kanan, Ahsoka, and Ezra must face their Jedi trials. {AU set fifteen years after ROTS and the end of Rebels season 2.]

Featuring characters from Rebels and Jude Watson's The Last of the Jedi books.

[laurelslegacy]

Naming of the kits

Not dead! have NOT stopped working on Zeb trying to get ready for con next weekend. New Zeb mask, old Zeb armor but modified to fit my cooling vest. ordered proper boots to do the right feet but they've never shown up... TWICE. all that, moving, dealing with personal issues. Been hiding away and relaxing with a story I'll likely never post and never thought I WOULD write but the thoughts on it the challenge was nice. But I am going to share with you the last part just written cause I'm in TEARS. summery: Yep Lasat males can get Pregnant, but only a very rare few and the odds of carrying to term is only 40%. it's a war, it's stressful. With the Death Star destroyed they have to evacuate to Hoth. The entire time Zeb is plagued by fear and anxiety over losing not just one but two Lasat kits. Kallus is the always comforting always reassuring, Have faith- he would say. Hera would add Have hope.

“What are their names?” Sabine spoke up quickly, looking from one father to the other.

Zeb looked dumbfounded for a moment before his eyes rested on Kallus, a sort of ‘help’ look.

Kallus started to chuckle “We haven’t chosen yet, we were following some Lasat traditions.”

“Are you going to go for Lasat names or Human?” Rex asked idly curious.

“Not sure, good question.” Kallus replied.

“I’d like them ta have meaning, my name does, Alexandr does. Both fit us.”

Hera looked to Zeb and tilted her head, perhaps she could get more Lasanese from him “What does your name mean Zeb?”

Put on the spot the lasat’s fur started to rise in a blush “Araseb, a hard consonant in front o’ male names so Garazeb, we the people or of the people. Aureli, meaning gold, oosh fer a last name. Looked it up, Alexandr means protector of the people.”

“Hope.” it pulled the attention off of Zeb and Kallus smiled “One of them should be named hope.” A blush spread across his cheeks as Zeb looked at his husband with adoration nodding in agreement. “Nadia.” Zeb perked his ears and Kallus went on, “it was my mother’s name.”

Zeb looked moved to tears and reached out to let the small Lasat female grab ahold of his claw “Nadia, yeah, l love it.”

“What of him Garazeb?”

“Ah…” Zeb was thinking about it.

“Saul. Start with Saul Garazeb.” The old voice came from Chava as she hobbled in with her staff, Grom right behind her. “Ohhh they’re so precious! SO BIIG” She laughed delighted, Sabine handing over Nadia to the old Lasat woman’s arms, Grom taking her staff so she could hold the new Kit. “Nadia Ashla ashlas ulanakra nashna uraka mo.” (Nadia, the light of Ashla bless your life.)

A sniffle pulled everyone’s eyes to Zeb, he wrung a hand over his face “Saulkal.”

Grom grinned and looked at the faces of the others in the room “Name means roughly Faith in my or the Sire.” And he gestured to Kallus.

Now it was Kallus’s turn to begin turning red and eyes welling with tears, wiped at them aggressively only making his eyes more red. “Suitable.” nodding, clearly a bigger more passionate word on his tongue but allowed this one to slip out.

“There now…” the lady drawled out and handed Nadia to Kallus reaching out for Saulkal. Repeating the same phrase “Saulkal, Ashla ashlas ulanakra nashna uraka mo.” She handed the little boy back to Zeb. “Well Visiting hours and over and they better still have hot Caff in the mess, these old bones are too cold!” She turned, was handed her staff and she and Grom made their way out.

Hera squeezed Zeb’s arm and smiled, tears in her own eyes “We’ll let you Kallus, Nadia and Saulkal rest. They’re lovely as their fathers.”

“Thanks” is all Zeb could get out waiting till they left before leaning as much as he could on Kallus, crying to release all the anxiety, stress, worry and fear and let in the tears of love, joy and being complete fill him instead.

[not0a0mundane]

I try to be eloquent but the hour is late. All I wanna say is that Kallus has the same vibe as Brennan Lee Mulligan's "Do you think i fuck around?"

Like, I think Kallus contained himself so well while working in the Empire but this is truly the vibe he gives me:

[solsilverpine]

Last Line Challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).

Tagged by @hayesflint

Now you may be wondering how does this scene relate to a beauty and the beast AU?

Find out on may fourth when Hayes and I post our kalluzeb minibang entry 👉😎👉

Also the only person I know on here is my wife who already tagged me but if anyone wants to do it feel free to ✨

[the-enby-jedi]

happy Kalluzeb day! Here are drawings I forced my babysitter to make that i will share for the occasion! :)

[singswan-springswan]

the little mermaid but it's kanera

[kanerallels]

Platonic sebezra, circus au?

Oh-ho-ho I did NOT expect this prompt to take root the way it did. Ahem. But here's a little ficlet that doesn't even begin to touch the depths of brain rot you've given me

“You’re the new tightrope walker, right?”

Sabine didn’t look up from lacing up her shoes as she replied, “Looks like it.”

This wasn’t where she’d expected to be— a circus in the middle of nowhere, barely breaking even. Clearly, it wasn’t as popular as it used to be. Everything made that clear, from the worn out waistcoat that the ringmaster had been wearing when he hired her and the threadbare costumes hanging on a rack near her, to the fact that the tent was still nearly empty, and it was fifteen minutes until show time.

But she’d gotten stuck, and she needed the money. And luckily, she was good at more than one thing. Tightrope walking would be easy.

Rising, she turned towards the arena— and froze, coming face to face with a lion.

Her instinct was to scream, her second to run or fight. But instead, Sabine deliberately tensed her muscles, feeling the panic race through her, silently counting to five. When she reached five, she let out a long exhale, then lifted an eyebrow at the orange clad boy standing behind the lion.

“Let me guess,” she said. “Lion tamer?”

He grinned. “How’d you guess?” With a quick whistle, he called the lion back, and it settled next to him, looking like nothing so much as an over large cat. “I’m Ezra, and this is Jasmine.”

“Sabine. This how you greet all your new coworkers?”

Shrugging, Ezra said, “Only the ones who can handle it. And it looked like you could. Besides, it’s a good test of who’s going to stick around.”

Sabine had no intention of sticking around. This job would, hopefully, get her enough money to make it to her next destination, and then she would move on.

But for now, she just nodded. “Looks like I passed.”

“Looks like it,” Ezra said with a grin. “Welcome to Circus Spectres.”

[pileofsith]

Nameless Part Nine - Alien Page 3/8

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[never-ending-fanfic]

If I had a nickel for every time I watched an animated "kids show" featuring a bad guy being annoying but interesting from the start and then him getting stranded in some difficult situation with one of his enemies which led to them having a heart to heart bonding talk about trauma and PTSD that had led the bad guy to the bad side and them connecting only for the bad guy to go back to the bad guys, but questioning his life and morals, and regretting his decisions and then siding with the good guys, earning their trust and a place in their found family, plus changing his hairstyles and ending up being shipped by the fandom with the person who led him to believe he could change, I would have two nickels which isn't a lot, but it's wierd that it happened twice.

For the context: Alexsandr Kallus and Prince Zuko

[technovillain]

have a habit of drawing zeb as terrible cat images i find