#can you tell i love kallus or no

[and-loth-cat]

Star Wars Rebels Asks bc idk if anyone would actually do it so im just gonna give the answers

What is your absolute favorite episode of the show? [The Honorable Ones, obviously!! Or Family Reunion - and Farewell, or Shroud of Darkness...]

Which episode did you not like at first, but grew on you after one or more rewatches? [Hm I honestly don't know, possibly Legends of the Lasat? I don't recall not liking it, but I don't think it was my favorite when I first watched, now I love it for sure!]

How do you feel about the Ahsoka show being live-action Rebels season 5? [I CANT WAIT!! I do know though that if Kallus and Zeb aren't in it, I am going to lose my mind]

Who is your favorite one-off character on the show? [Zare for sure! He's in a few episodes, but I have to give credit to my boy]

If you could change one (non-death-related) plot point in the show, what would you change? [I might have to edit this one later, I genuinely cannot think of anything]

What are your two favorite ships from the show (canon or not)? [KALLUZEB AND KANERA!!!]

Who is one character you feel isn't appreciate enough by the fandom? [Probably my boys Jai and Zare]

If you could've added an episode/story arc to the show, what would it be about? [KALLUS AND ZEB ON LIRA-SAN BEING MARRIED AND GAY AND HAPPY]

Obligatory "who's your favorite member of the crew" question. [Chopper, obviously]

Aside from season 4 episode 10, which episode made you cry the most? [Oh my god, probably the finale]

What is one joke/moment from the show that always makes you laugh? [Chopper's reaction to being used as a bet gets me everytime]

Which design for Sabine's hair and armor is your favorite? [Season 4 with the white and purple hair!]

Chopper vs Palpatine- who's making it out alive? [Chopper. Is this even a question?]

What is your favorite moment of the crew being a family? [Probably any episode where they all do something to help one person (The Mandalore Arc, Hera's Kalikori, Ezra's parents, Lira San]

What is your favorite Kanera moment? [I wish..I could see you...]

Who is your favorite villain/antagonist? [Early seasons- Kallus. Late- THRAWN]

What is your opinion on the World Between Worlds? [I love it. I cry every time]

Where do you think Ezra has been all this time? [Somewhere in hyperspace or stuck on a remote planet,,I guess we'll find out soon!]

What is one of your favorite Kanan moments? [This is my excited face :)))]

What is one of your favorite Hera moments? [I DONT CRASH, I HAVE VERY EXCITING LANDINGS!!]

What is one of your favorite Chopper moments? [I am getting this motherfucking leg if it's the last thing I do...and also him holding Hera's hand in Dume and him with Jacen]

What is one of your favorite Zeb moments? [Any moment he's with Kallus]

What is one of your favorite Sabine moments? [Her darksaber training arc]

What is one of your favorite Ezra moments? [I'm in space..AND IM ABOUT TO DIE!!]

Which of Ezra's two lightsabers would you rather have? [His blue one for sure!!]

Would you rather be stuck in an elevator with AP-5 or Lieutenant Lyste? [AP-5 because I'm sure we could find a topic of conversation]

Which plot point do you wish the show had expanded on? [We didn't get enough of Rebel Kallus >:(]

Favorite recurring character? [KALLUS!!!]

Favorite piece of music from the show? [Kallus is really good!]

Most under-rated episode? [A Princess on Lothal and Stealth Strike!]

[tending-the-hearth]

thinking about alexsander kallus who starts off being a passionate servant to the empire and proud destroyer of lasan who has a strong mutual hatred for zeb

alexsander kallus who never really sat well with the massacre on lasan after it happened, because it was never supposed to happen that way, who starts to question things after being trapped on bahryn with zeb, who actually gets to talk with his enemy and come to a shaky, shaky truce

alexsander kallus who helps sabine escape even before he's officially fulcrum, just because he knows he owes zeb, and he knows how important sabine is to him

alexsander kallus who becomes fulcrum because he knows it's the right thing to do, because he knows that the events on lasan have happened to so many other planets, and he realizes how wrong he was, and how he's been changed

"heart of a rebel" alexsander kallus who fights against thrawn and manages to escape and becomes an unofficial spector as he gets folded into the rebels

alexsander kallus who, after feeling guilty and twisted for so long because of the lasan massacre, who has atoned for so many mistakes, who has struggled for so long to find his place, is shown to the planet where the lasat people are thriving, who is welcomed into their home, forgiven and seen as one of them

just... alexsander kallus

[yourcousin-vinny]

if we go with the idea that kallus grew up as a latchkey kid in the lower levels of coruscant and had to scrounge and make do until he got into the academy, you bet your ass he loved the military school routine. the routine was exhilarating. making lists and plans and being able to complete them? reliable daily schedules and meals? reliable rewards and consequences? addicting. he didn't have that kind of stability or time horizon growing up, so when he gets a routine he revels in it. he can plan for a future now.

of course, under the empire that means he (and everyone around him) subsumes himself to the routines and wills of the imperial machine. but at least he knows what to expect, even when it's terrible, even when it goes against what he fundamentally believes. and once he knows what to expect, he knows how he can subvert it as fulcrum. (imperial regularity is good for many things, including monitoring guard shift changes and tracking an admiral's meal times.)

as fulcrum though, that time horizon shrinks again. he doesn't expect to live beyond it, so what routine remains is a talisman he clings to. maybe that's how thrawn finally catches him: his irregular actions to throw people off his trail became too regular.

in the rebellion, newly defected, the freedom from such strict routines is overwhelming. some defectors go the ice-cream-for-breakfast route (or, like sabine, a clearly visible break from the empire's enforced conformity), but others don't know what to do with themselves. kallus throws himself into what he knows and what he misses: the work routine. input, output. task, complete.

the rebellion has a routine too, but in the way live theatre has a routine. there isn't always a closing bell; sometimes you hurry up and wait for six hours and then aren't off your feet for the next twelve. there are tasks and protocols, but you gotta be ready to adapt at any moment to what reality throws at you. (the empire rarely-if-ever had to adapt to what the rest of the galaxy threw at it because it was the rest of the galaxy.) there's a level of chaos that kallus is capable of handling, but that chaos is every day now. meals happen when he can get them, same with sleep, because the work routine he tries to set keeps getting broken. he never had to set a work-life balance before because it was either all life (all survival) or all work (and the empire tells you when to eat and sleep). the routines were always set for him.

so yes, kallus is infinitely glad he defected and yes, he is infinitely grateful to the ghost for taking him in, but little gods, how does anything get done?!

I think the first personal boundaries kallus sets that are his alone, not dictated by a higher institution, are about when the spectres are allowed to bother him (see: pester him to drink water and drag him to the tapcafe for a break) and when they need to leave him to his duty. it's nowhere near the routine that shaped him, and that's a good thing, but he does need some things to set his chrono by. he wakes at 0500; returns from a run by 0540; first cup of caf in yavin's pre-dawn light at 0610; draven enters intelligence at 0619. the rest of the day could be anything else, but these 4 are fairly consistent.

at some point he realizes that the time horizon he has now, in this life where very few things are guaranteed, is based less on when the mission is over or when the war is over and more on when he gets his next meal or sparring session with zeb or his next drink with rex or his next meeting with cassian. because all this work he does is for these people, and if they aren't in his future then it isn't worth it.

[cameoliob]

i'm the kallus jovan anon again, never apologize for writing what is basically an entire angsty fic, it was an amazing raed. can i ask you more stuff about these two? like how did it go from kallus pov? tell me more about his youth in the underbelly of corruscant? why doesn't he have a family :( and what does he think about jovans parents and all of their lifestyles?

HI I'M ANSWERING YOUR ASKS OUT OF ORDER BUT WE BALL (also i love you thank you so much for letting me yap)

Okay, so Kallus' upbringing is so interesting to me and I have ALOT of thoughts about it

I have a another post thats kind of about this (but it's specifically about his sister, Anya (that I made up) so you can find that here, BUT i want to get into the nitty gritty of his upbringing anyways so HERE WE GO

Kallus' father passed away in a work related accident shortly before he was born, and his mother, unable to bear the stress of a dead husband, a newborn, and Coruscanti housing prices, prompty fucks off. Kallus' older sister, Anya, who is 16 at the time, takes it upon herself to raise her baby brother.

They had lived in the mid-levels for a number of years (all of which Kallus was too young to remember), thanks to Anya taking up a ton of different jobs, but the Coruscanti housing prices rise like NOBODYS buissness and eventually they end up in the lower levels.

Although they were dirt poor (except there was no dirt because it's Coruscant) they were as happy as they could have been. Kallus was, by nature, an energetic, gritty little kid with undeniable ambition and drive, and Anya-- who at this point is more mom than sister-- worked hard so that she could give him to opprotunities he deserved.

Anya was a strong believer in getting a good education and she managed to get Kallus into the mid-level middle/high school that she had gone to (and graduated early from!) in her teen years.

Coruscanti housing prices are still rising.

Kallus gets his first job when he's 12 (they dont gaf about child labor laws) as a dishwasher at one of the diners his sister works at because the owner had a real soft spot for "the sweet girl and her skinny kid." (Eventually he gets promoted to server but that's really besides the point) ANYWAYS

So basically, teenage Kallus, who is fighting tooth and nail to get THE HEELLLLL out of the lower levels via education, has a daily schedule that looks like:

4:15 AM - Wake up

4:30 - leave the house

4:45-6:45 - take the lift up to school (do homework on the way)

7:15 - 3:00 - School

3:30 - 5:30 - take the lift down (do homework on the way)

6:00 - 11:30 - work

12:15- go to bed

Dont get it twisted though, bro had HOBBIES (which included, but were not limited to, fixing broken droids, bad graphiti, pickpocketing, going clubbing, and just kind of running around with whimsy) (All of which he would do on his singular day off per week)

So basically this man has NEVER known rest in his entire life

It's after Kallus turns 18 and graduates that his sister passes away at 33. The lower levels are polluted, the air so smogged up and toxic that nearly everyone deeper than level 2000 gets sick at some point. Anya had lived the average length of a lower-level citizen, but that didn't console Kallus whatsoever.

Landlords are assholes, and the 2 year lease on his shoebox apartments name was under ANYAs name, not his, so landlord decides that he should kick this greiving 18 year old kid to the curb so that he can bump up rent for the next person.

Kallus, as any person would, spirals. He's couch hopping, he may or may not be partaking in mind-altering substances that may or may not be considered illegal, he is losing his goddamned mind. This is his rock bottom. And he realizes that he'd better get his shit together or else he'll be stuck in the lower levels swimming in alchohol and greif for the rest of his life (which would not be long).

And then news finally gets down to the lower levels (a month after the fact) that the Republic is gone, and that the Empire has taken its place. And the Empire doesn't want a clone army anymore, no, they want people to enlist. And do you know what enlisting means???

Free room and board

So Kallus hops THE FUUUCCKKK on this opprotunity, because who wouldnt????

And when he goes to enlist, he finds out that since he went to a school in the mid-levels he's elligable to test-in to the academy. Which he does, and succeeds at.

So now he's at the academy after the most insane and miserable month of his life, and there are all these rich ASSHOLES, who have just been living up here??? In the sun??? With money??? This whole time???

So he, of course, hates them all

But then Jovan shows up.

The only real kindness Kallus had ever known had been from Anya, his sister (mom?) who devoted her entire life to ensuring that he had a better one. Other than her, everyone Kallus had ever met was after something, weather that be money, a favor, ect. So when Jovan shows up, all smiles and niceness and whatever, Kallus doesn't trust him. Eventually, though, he realizes that Jovan is kind just for the hell of it. He's kind because he can be.

So he accepts Jovans friendship.

And Jovan teaches him how to fit in. How to dress, how to talk, how to act, ect ect. It's all a bit overwelming, of course, but Kallus is glad, because at least people arent looking at him all weird in the hallways anymore.

At the end of the year he finally properly meets Jovans parents after Jovan offers to bring him on their family vacation. And goddamnit, so wonder their son is so sweet, they are too.

Jovans mom takes him shopping for new clothes to wear on vacation, she buys him lunch, and when they come back she shows him all the embarassing baby-photos of Jovan that she had stashed away.

And when they go on vacation (on Naboo, ive decided) Jovans dad tries to teach Kallus how to fish, even though Jovans dad is not good at fishing, and really just wanted to wear a fun hat and sit by the lake for a few hours. (Kallus discovers that catching fish with his bare-hands actually has a higher success rate than when he tried with the pole)

Yeah, theyre rich upper-level-ers with soft hands, and they have no idea how bad things can get down in the lower-levels (and probably never will), but they're just so goddamned sweet. They're not like the kids in his classes at the academy who made fun of his unkempt hair, or his perpetual sunburn, or the way his accent was a bit off, theyre kind.

And Jovan is kind.

It's kind of a no-brainer that Kallus fell for the guy

[starwarsrebelsincorrectquotes]

The night on the moon

Kallus: I made us some friendship bracelets.

Zeb: Oh that was very ni-

*Kallus handcuffs himself to Zeb*

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Zeb:Hey, are you asleep yet?

Kallus: Yes.

Zeb: Oh okay, I won’t bother you then.

*Later*

Zeb: Wait a second-

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Zeb: Hey Kallus?

Kallus: Hm?

Zeb: What are we?

Kallus: We're just tiny flakes in this galaxy with no understanding of the universe and how meaningless our little lives are just hoping we have some purpose in this short yet dragged out time we're alive.

Zeb: That's not what I- you know what? Nevermind.

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Kallus: Are you building a snowcat?

Zeb: Do you wanna join?

Kallus:

Kallus: Yes.

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Zeb: You can't deny there's something between us.

Kallus: You're right.

Kallus: And I'm afraid it's the law. And the snowcat.

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Kallus: You saved me. I owe you my life.

Zeb: No thanks. I’ve seen it and I���m not very impressed.

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Kallus: Can I tell you something? Don't freak out.

Zeb: What makes you think I would freak out?

Kallus: I love you.

Zeb: I'm freaking out.

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Kallus: Did you miss me while I was gone?

Thrawn: You were gone?

[primasveraas-writing]

i see a darkness (did you know how much i love you?)

For Susan. I haven’t written for Rebels since you’ve been gone, and I still can’t imagine this community without you.

Words: 769

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Alex goes quiet, first. Then, Zeb watches the tension hunch his shoulders and notices the way his husband can’t quite look him in the eye. He waits for Alex to tell him, to let the walls down- but then it turns to anger. When Alex speaks to him, it's in a short, clipped tone. His fists clench whenever Zeb enters the room; the thunk of his cane on the floor seems to ring out louder.

Zeb is well-practiced at tolerating his husband’s bad days. Pain seizes his body or a dark cloud overtakes his mind, and Zeb knows he’ll have to pick up the pieces when Kallus finally manages to open up about it.

The anger is different though, especially with a kit in the mix. Their daughter is still in infancy, but surely Alex knows she’s old enough to pick up on the tension between her fathers. Alex flees the room as soon as Zeb enters; various feeble excuses have meant that the three of them have barely been in a room together for the past day. It’s that- not his lover’s coldness, but the way their daughter is put to the side so Alex can stay angry with Zeb- that irritates him too.

On the second day, Zeb decides to confront him. It’s been over a rotation of slammed doors and avoided glances, their child passed wordlessly between them. But the kit is sleeping, safe in her room, when Zeb finds Kallus in their living room. The other man pauses when he enters and moves to leave, but Zeb blocks the entryway.

“Alex. What did I do?”

“What? Nothing.”

Zeb watches Alex’s hand clench around the handle of his cane; his eyes flick to the hall behind Zeb.

“You’re upset with me,” Zeb says, trying to sound casual.

“I’m not, I assure you.”

“I think we’ve been together and married too long for you to lie to me like that, Alexsandr.”

There’s a heavy pause, and Kallus’ jaw twitches. “Fine. Garazeb, I cannot believe you married me.”

“What?!” Zeb sputters. “Are you angry because you- do you want- ?”

“I don’t think it matters what I want. I’ve been- reflecting- these past few days. On our marriage, on the person that I am- and I can’t quite parse out why you married me.”

“I love you,” Zeb says dumbly, like the floor didn’t just fall out from beneath his feet.

“But don’t you get it? That doesn’t make sense, Garazeb. Even if I have redeemed myself,” he scoffs, “in the eyes of the galaxy, I am still the person who devastated Lasan. And now I’m a pretender, living on Lira San, married to you- who am I kidding that I have the right to raise a Lasat? I am an awful person, who has done awful things. There was- there is this darkness inside of me, Zeb, and I’ve tried my best- I really have- to banish it. But it left an impression on me. You don’t have to pretend you don’t see it too.”

“I see you,” Zeb croaks, stepping closer to his lover. “You wouldn’t be here if I didn’t. Alex, if you were still the same person, I- I wouldn't've married you. I wouldn’t be raising a kit with you. And you wouldn’t’ve said yes to either one of those things.” He reaches out to cup Alex’s face, and the other man shudders at the touch. 

“How many times do I hafta say it?” Zeb leans in and presses their foreheads together. “Alexsandr… I forgive you.”

Alex shakes his head. When he speaks, his voice is thick.

“I would never ask that of you.”

“But you want it.” Zeb paws at the back of Kallus’ head, fingers intertwining in his hair. His heart feels sharp and heavy in his chest. “Don’t you?”

“I don’t deserve it,” Alex whispers, barely audible.

“You don’t decide that,” Zeb says, shaking his head. “When will you learn,” he huffs. “That I love you more than you could ever hate yourself? I’ll do whatever it takes to help you see that, Sasha. I’ll tell you as many times as it takes. I love you. I forgive you.”

“I don’t-”

Zeb closes the remaining distance between them and kisses him, soft and slow. Alexsandr freezes at first, then his shoulders slump and he kisses back.

“As many times as it takes,” Zeb repeats. “Trust me, please, when I tell you that I love you.”

Alex closes his eyes, rocking in Zeb’s arms. His breathing is shaky; Zeb feels wetness on the fur of his shoulder where Alex’s head rests.

“I’ll try.”

[imakequestionablechoices]

Star Wars: Rebels as Brooklyn 99 Quotes

Part 2

Kanan: Ezra, you doing okay? You scared?

Ezra: I'm scared you won't let me make a flamethrower and use it to throw flame.

Kanan: You're right. I will not let you do that.

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Hera, when trying to find out who is the imperial spy: I need someone to fill out the line up. Will you be “Scary Zeb”?

Zeb: I love scary Zeb. He says what normal Zeb is thinking.

*Cut to line up*

Zeb: THIS IS TAKING TO LONG! IM GONNA MISS THE FARMERS MARKET!!

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Hondo: It’s a shame I have no taste for politics, because I was born for it. I mean I have great hair and I love lying. 

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Chopper: *in binary* Are your bosoms tender?

Hera: I’m going to pretend that you didn’t just ask me that.

Chopper: Are your senses hightened?

Hera: I think I might be pregnant not bitten by a radioactive spider.

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When Ezra and Thrawn were Lost in Space tm

Ezra: Pizzas is who I am. Would you tell the sky to stop being blue?

Thrawn: Yes. I wish it were tan.

Ezra: What?

Thrawn: It is my favorite color. It is no none-sense.

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Ezra: Where’s Kanan? He told me to come here.

Sabine: Nope. That was me. I’ve been recording his voice for the past two years, and now I have a sound board where I can make him say anything I want.

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Chopper: I have an idea.

Hera: No murder.

Chopper: I no longer have an idea.

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Kanan: We did it, Hera. We made the galaxy’s hottest baby

Hera: Say cute, Jarrus.

Kanan: Nope. This kid is liquid fire.

Hera: laugh’s

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Zeb: I sold a guy a fake Pekingese.

Zeb: Twas a cat.

Kallus: You will not win me over with your use of “twas”

Zeb: Tawsnt trying too.

[seth-shitposts]

Kallus, Ezra, Sabine, and Kanan get put on what's supposed to be a purely diplomatic mission, a civil chat over fancy tea party. In kallus spent half of his prep time researching proper etiquette and the other half researching the people they're supposed to be dining with. Sabine helps him with the etiquette portion, having some experience. Kanan is tasked with the debriefing and being Kallus’s second set of eyes. They do a lot of preparation for this mission, while Ezra, with the assistance of either Kallus or Kanan, spent weeks creating a friendly foundation with the other group.

Anyway, the four of them are at the teaparty and right at the beginning, as they're sitting down, the host and his partner have to be pulled for an emergency.

Host: my apologies, lady and gentlemen, we must attend this emergency swiftly. While we're dealing with that, feel free to chat amongst yourselves and please, fill up on the snacks. There's plenty more the kitchen will be sending.

As soon as the host leaves, Kanan begins inspecting the tea carefully, as well as the pot.

Kanan: nothing seems to be poisoned concerning the tea. Alex, did you grab the eval- Alex what are you doing-

Kallus, who is already on his third berry macaroon: no one touch any of this. They used a diluted mixture of cyrptberry in the paste.

Ezra: how can you tell? I don't see any of the indicators you said to look out for.

Kallus, moving on to a tarte: I can taste it. It's usually quite distinct, but it's so far diluted with much more overpowering sweet fruits that it is drowned out in both colour and taste.

Sabine, reaching over to slap the sweets out of his hands: stop eating it!

Kallus, holding the sweets out of her reach: I'm fine, I have a resistance. Besides it's best to make them think we aren't on to them so we can at least by time to get out of here. Kanan, when they get back, tell them how delicious the cannoili is- the ricotta is perfect, tangy taste, dense texture. Say how you love the berry mix supplement.

Ezra, reaching for said cannoli: wait they made it the right way too?

Kallus, swatting at Ezra’s hand before he can touch the poisoned dessert: Ezra, don't touch. The ricotta has traces of Erami.

Kanan: Erami?!

Kallus: Sh! Yes, voice down.

Sabine: How are you fine with all the poisons you're putting in your body??

Kallus: I survived both lower levels of coruscant and ISB training this won't do shit to me-

Kallus: oh and Sabine when they get back, excuse yourself to the restroom. Chopper will be looking for you.

Ezra&Kanan: you brought Chopper?

Kallus: yes, who do you think has been keeping our gracious host too busy to tend to the guests he's trying to poison?

[bookishbrigitta]

Help me name this little peanut

Wonderful artwork made possible by @lasat-picrew!

This dear little one is one of my OCs and the biological child of Garazeb Orrelios and Alexsandr Kallus.

He can be sensitive and shy, but he's a hell-raiser once you get to know him. He thinks his cousin Jacen is just the coolest and loves to do all the crazy Jedi acrobatics even though he's not the least bit Force-sensitive. His older (adopted) sister Klavdia can be a little overprotective, which sometimes causes friction, but overall they are very close.

Current name ideas are Gavril, Timur, and Osvald. Last name Orrelios. Thoughts? They're all names from the same-ish geographic region as Alexsandr, but they seem to fit well enough with lasat pronunciation/spelling.

I'm estimating he was born somewhere between 10 and 13 ABY. Sometimes I want to make him a blond, sometimes not. (Can you tell I have problems deciding things about my OCs?)

A snippet of him as a newborn:

“He’s perfect,” Zeb breathed.

“He is,” Alexsandr agreed, perched on the side of the hospital bed with one arm wrapped around his husband’s shoulders and the other following the cradle of Zeb’s arms where their son lay.

Sleepy little eyes looked up at them, Lasat and sclera-less but honey-brown in color. The baby wrinkled his nose with just a little bit of extra cartilage at the end, making the constellation of tiny purple dots over his nose fur jump around. Zeb smoothed out the nose with one gentle finger.

“He’s got yer dots,” he said with a dopey grin.

“And your ears,” said Alexsandr as he felt them twitch against his hand.

“10 perfect fingers and 8 perfect toes,” said Zeb, stroking said fingers gently where they latched onto one of his.

[ayaitch]

Last part of Kallus whump story, Part V! Thanks for reading. I just needed to get this scene out of my head, so thanks for humoring me. Parts I, II, III, and IV

Summary: During the war, Hera, Zeb, Sabine, and Kallus go on a rescue mission for some beings who are being held prisoner by pirate slavers in a naturally-occurring cave system someplace. During the mission they become trapped and must escape.

That did it.  With an abrupt burbling, water began to regurgitate from Kallus’ mouth.  Hera barely pulled away in time, and Sabine jerked his head to the side as water began to clear from Kallus’ lungs in great, heaving coughs.

Mouthful after mouthful of water came up.  Kallus choked as his body tried to pull in air at the same time it purged itself from the fluid in him.  Sabine rubbed his back as his body shook.

Kallus was shivering as the coughs subsided, his complexion ashen and his eyes glazed and unfocused.  But he was alive.  He came back.

When he looked up, his breathing shallow but steadying now, he met each of their gazes.  He settled on Hera and he swallowed.

“G-General.  Y-You said you wouldn’t rescue me,” he said in a weak, halting voice.

Hera smiled, but smacked his arm.  “I lied, you bastard.  Did you really think I wasn’t going to bring you back?  You really thought I was going to leave you as the noble sacrifice, like I didn’t have a say in it?”

“B-but,” Kallus began, but was overcome with another choking fit.  Sabine rubbed his trembling back again, firm, soothing circles that tangled his sopping wet shirt.  She smoothed it out and began again.

“You are not being left behind,” Hera finished.  “Do I make myself clear?”

Kallus stared at her, speechless.

“We don’t leave our people,” Sabine said.  “And that’s that.”

“What kept you anyway, Captain?” Hera asked.

“I…”  Kallus began, but trailed off as he focused on his breathing for another moment.  “I didn’t take into account a small wrestling match with a serpent of some kind being required on the way out.”  He caught his breath again.  “I apologize for the delay.”

“Apology accepted, Captain,” Hera said, but her smile was soft and relieved.  “I’m so glad you made it.”

And with that, she pulled him into a close embrace, coiling her arms around his shoulders and leaning her temple against his cheek.  Sabine didn’t wait for an invitation to join the embrace.  She tucked herself into what little space there was between Kallus’ and Hera’s bodies.  Her head nudged up under Kallus’ chin and she wrapped her arms around his ribs.

Zeb needed no invitation either.  He scooted closer, at Kallus’ back, and pulled all three of them to him.  He buried his face into the dripping wet hair at Kallus’ nape.  This whole event had been so close.  Kallus had almost been gone.

Zeb nuzzled further, trying to find Kallus’ scent beneath the sharp tang of the metallic water.

One thing was for sure, Zeb wasn’t going to let anything else stop him from telling Kallus how he felt after this.  Once they were all back on board the Ghost, he would make sure Kallus knew that Zeb loved him.

“Zeb…”  Kallus’ voice was soft.

“You gotta stop worrying that we’re all just waiting for a chance to leave you behind,” Zeb said, an echo of their conversation not too long ago.  “You’re ours.  We don’t let anyone go easily.”

“You can say that again,” Sabine murmured from her spot within the group hug.

“And you have to stop thinking of yourself as an expendable soldier,” Hera added.  “Like Zeb said: You’re ours.  Once you’re ours, you don’t get out so easily.”

Kallus was silent for a brief moment, his watery intakes of air the only noise between them all.  Finally, haltingly, Kallus put his arms around Sabine and Hera in return.  His head turned just slightly, and Zeb found their cheeks rubbing together in a soft, gentle caress.

Zeb felt his chest tighten as his heart swelled with affection, and returned the caress with relief.

“It’s not someplace I want to get out,” Kallus said to them.  “Thank you.”

[horatio-fig]

is it bad I want to read more about kallus brother? I can't imagine Zeb's reaction to it

Is it bad I love writing awful characters like that 😅

“There's a Twi-lek over there, that one’s for me. Sasha, I know you prefer human women.” Nick said as he looked around the tap-cafe at the poor women who were just trying to enjoy a drink after work. Kallus felt Zeb turn to look at him, and there was an unsaid question on whether Kallus was going to correct his brother. Kallus did nothing, just grew hotter and sweatier as he watched his brother leer at women. “Umm, I can’t see any lasat here? You good with a Wookie instead?” 

“No thanks. I’m into humans.” Zeb said casually and he leaned back in his chair. Kallus felt his mouth go dry at the sight. Zeb was not a very subtle man, even if you didn't work in intelligence. The lasat had many tells and giveaways and it was no surprise he lost at Sabacc as much as he did. One of his tells was leaning back in his chair with a smug grin, a sign he thought he had a winning hand.  

Nick turned his head slowly back to Zeb, his eyebrow raised in surprise and his lips twisted into something that wasn't quite a sneer but could easily become one.

“If you think you can find a human who wants to do that with you, then knock yourself out.” Nick said, a hint of a cruel laugh bubbling beneath the surface and Kallus hoped no one looked at him. If Nick looked at him right now, he was sure he would burst into flames.  

“I already found one thanks.” Zeb grinned and he turned his head to catch Kallus’s eye and for one awful moment Kallus was afraid he was going to wink or put an arm around him or something.  

“Well then she’s into some interesting stuff, that’s all I can say.” Nick said, taking a desperate swig of his drink and looking a little shaken. Kallus was sure there was plenty more Nick would like to say on the matter, but his brother was being uncharacteristically quiet right now.  

“Yeah.” Zeb said, leaning in as he spoke and looking like a predator about the make the final strike. “He is.” 

Nick froze on the spot, some of his drink trickled out of the corner of his mouth as he did, and his eyes went as wide as dinnerplates as Zeb's words sunk in. A small laugh slipped out, likely from the shock and Kallus could see him searching Zeb's face for some sign his was joking.  

“Kal, you’ll be back me up right.” Zeb said, turning to face Kallus and giving him those big loth cat eyes Kallus could never say no too. Kallus sighed in defeat and nodded back, finally accepting his fate.  

He sat up straight in his chair and cleared his throat as though it was some great speech he was about to give. In a way it was, he’d been preparing this speech in his head for a while now. He’d thought of every possible outcome and won all sorts of pretend arguments in the shower.  He could do this.  

So why wasn't he saying anything... 

[nikki-is-a-nerd]

In Another Life

Synopsis:

When Ezra left and sacrificed himself, He didn't just leave behind his family and friends but the person who he promised to love. When Sabine finds him, he learned not to ask certain things

Genre: Angst.

Note: This is from Ezra's point of view. And AFAB reader and yes Katy Perry reference because ugh it hurts so bad.

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How long has it been? How long has he been stuck here, wherever here really was. How long has it been since he lost it all for the sake of saving his home planet? He really didn't know, perhaps he also doesn't want to know. Sure he knows that somewhere deep inside that his friends-no his family is looking for him. Sabine would use that stubborn head if hers just to find him, he bets that Hera and Zeb would do the same although a bit subtle, and you, his lovely girl, he just knows that you're out there somewhere using all your connections. He smiles at that.

He closes his eyes remembering the night before his sacrifice. The sky was beautiful in Lothal, the Loth cats surround you both in the field he found. The sky was beautiful but they couldn't compare to you.

"Ezra, do you think when the Empire is destroyed, we can grow up like normal teenagers and adults?" You asked him so meekly.

He had to take a breath before he answered since he remembered the little message he recorded for you and Sabine.

"I sure hope so. I would like to not always be in a life and death situation and it would ease my mind to know that you aren't in one as well." Ezra said as he looked at you.

"Maybe we can live in your tower, have a pet Loth cat and maybe we can visit Sabine in Mandalore too." You said hopeful.

Ezra feels guilty for what he knows he's going to do and honestly he doesn't know what to say or how to tell you that with what he's planning to do, he might not even get that future with you. So he lies with a smile instead, adding onto your fantasy, one that he's had in a while as well.

"How many Loth cats do you want? We can have as much as you want. I can even move some of my prized helmets to make more space for us." Ezra said as he closed his eyes.

"The helmets, we should put them in a nice glass case so we can admire all the helmets you've collected. And we can put your lightsaber on display." You said happily.

That was the last happy memory he had with you. The day he chose to exile himself, you were knocked unconscious during a fight, this didn't get to hear Ezra's farewell. He asked Sabine to watch over you and tell you that he loves you and that he was sorry.

After that all he's known were these creatures native to this planet. He was in exile but Thrawn found this time to rebuild and make connections with the dark mothers and the other scavengers on this planet. While he lived on the run, once again protecting these creatures that he slowly began to care for.

When Sabine arrived on the planet that she told him was called Peridea, she mentioned how he's been gone for a decade. The resistance won, the empire, the emperor and Darth Vader were all gone. Luke Skywalker brought back the Jedi Order, Leia Organa is now a senator, Hera is now a general and a mother, Kallus and Zeb are married and that she was living in his tower. It was night time already and the rest of the alien friends that Ezra had made were fast asleep. Happy as he might be hearing those life stories he asked Sabine the most important one to him.

"Where's (Y/N) now? What's she up to nowadays? Is she with someone? I mean I wouldn't mind if she was, I mean I've been gone for a decade she can do that. I mean I also just left without a goodbye an-" Sabine cut off Ezra's ramblings.

Sabine looked sullen and wracked with guilt as she looked at Ezra. He knew, he had a feeling that whatever he would hear, this wasn't going to be any good.

"Ezra, after you left, (Y/N) decided that she was going to try and find you. She searched everywhere, until Cassian Andor and her met. He recruited her into a mission to steal the blueprints of the death star." Sabine said solemnly.

"And? You said we won. I guess they succeeded then." Ezra said.

"They did. They succeeded which in turn allowed us to win, but at the cost of everyone part of that mission's lives." Sabine concluded.

Ezra felt his heart shatter. You were dead? The one who kept him sane on this planet, one of his reasons to return. You were well and truly gone? He never got to apologize to you for abandoning you. He hasn't told you how being apart from you was like losing half of himself in the process, how the sun doesn't shine as brightly. How he loves you and longs for you. Now all these words will be left unsaid.

"I'm sorry Ezra. I failed to protect her and I couldn't keep my promise." Sabine apologized, teary eyed.

And Ezra snapped out of his downward spiral. He may have lost the love of his life but for Sabine, she lost her sister, she lost the person who she considered her best friend and he hugged her.

"I'm sorry I made you relive all that." Ezra apologized.

"Don't apologize Ezra. I knew you'd ask about her. When (Y/N) died, I felt it in the force, Ahsoka did too. We felt frozen when that happened. I felt so useless. I talked to her before they executed the mission. I told her that I thought I had a lead on you and I got mad when she said that it didn't matter if I told her or not." Sabine said softly.

She wiped her tears as she looked up at the sky.

"I guess she just didn't want to tell me that it was a suicide mission. That no matter what happens, she would end up. Dead. She didn't leave a message like you did. But apparently she left letters. So once you get back, ask chopper about it." Sabine said a sad smile on her face.

"You know, it's funny how life works. I sacrificed myself so that she can find a way to live peacefully and she does the same thing. Funny how I'm still alive and she isn't." Ezra said looking up at the night sky.

Sabine let Ezra rest his head on her shoulder as he let out a deep exhale. He was saddened by the news, that wasn't really surprising. Sabine used to tell you that you and Ezra were made to be together. It's why she was so utterly devastated by your loss. She knew that if she ever found Ezra telling him about your untimely death and sacrifice would break his heart.

"You know we both moved into your tower. She arranged your helmet collection when she got enough credit to buy a nice case. She said it was her way of fulfilling both of your dreams." Sabine said trying to lighten up the mood.

"She did? I thought she'd be mad at me and throw them out or sell them." Ezra said.

"Nah, (Y/N) cared for those helmets and told me that if anyone tried to take those away from her to put on display since they made a mural of us in Lothal, she said she would steal them." Sabine said chuckling to herself.

"Oh knowing (Y/N) she would even care if people saw her stealing it. She'd say something along the lines of 'its private property and you took it' or 'is it really theft if I own it?'. She's too snarky to get caught." Ezra said with a smile.

"Word of advice, when you return to your tower in Lothal, there's a box labelled with her name on it. Inside is this really thick journal she has. It's addressed to you." Sabine said as she moved to her designated resting spot, beside her howler.

"I thought you lived in the tower?" Ezra asked.

"I did but it was more like ensuring that you'd have a familiar place to return too. Plus there's a loth cat there, use your weird animal speech thing." Sabine joked.

"Thanks Sabine." Ezra said.

When the time came for their escape from Peridea, sure he was alone in Thrawn's ship once more, as Sabine decided to stay behind with Ahsoka. A decision he accepted as he watched as his friend and someone he sees as a sister fight side by side just to get him home.

Once back to the galaxy he once left behind, he had a feeling of both excitement and happiness but also longing. He was excited to see his family. He hasn't seen Hera, Zeb, Kallus and chopper in so long and now he has a new face to see, the last link he has of his late master, Jacen. Yet he can never fully feel at home, not when a piece of him was lost forever once he learned of your demise from Sabine.

When he arrived at the resistance base, it was bittersweet. Hugging Hera felt like he was grounded back in reality. He was home, but not really. Home would've been in your arms, in his tower in Lothal, living out your days in domestic bliss. So once he's caught up with everyone, he asks Hera if he can go back to Lothal, to his tower. Hera didn't object, just led him to the ghost with Jacen chattering away. He felt happy seeing Jacen, so young and full of life. He would make for a great Jedi one day.

"We're here Ezra." Hera spoke as she opened the ship's door and lowered its ramp on Ezra's tower.

"We'll visit you often uncle Ezra!" Jacen said happily.

"If you need anything, just message us on our commlink." Hera added.

"Yeah, thanks again Hera. Take care of yourself now, okay Jacen? Don't be reckless." Ezra said trying faux seriousness.

"Of course!" Jacen said happily.

As soon as the ghost was out of sight, he entered the doors, the lock was still the same. Once inside he noticed the subtle changes. Bunk beds, a chest under the lower bunk with Sabine's things, a small bed for a loth cat, and in the far corner, next to a glass case filled with his collection of helmets was a chest with your name on it. He immediately walks towards it, opening it delicately. There he sees four journals, all labelled, for Ezra.

He opens the very first one and a soft smile graces his lips.

Sabine and I moved into your tower. We wanted to stay close to Lothal, keep it safe and also to form some roots. We have been very busy though.

Dear Ezra,

We moved into your tower, we wanted to stay close to Lothal. Watch over your home planet as much as we can. Although we have been quite busy. Since we are now formally part of the resistance, we have been taking a lot of missions. Sometime together, sometimes apart. I miss you. I wish I wasn't knocked unconscious when you left. I would have loved to hear your voice one last time. I'm not giving up though. In between missions I ask around if people have any known locations of a star whale's path. I may come up empty handed but it won't stop me from trying. I know you're out there. We'll find you. I promise.

Yours always, (Y/N).

But Ezra wanted to look for one specific letter, the one Sabine said was written before your mission with Cassian Andor. Once he picked up the last journal, he realized it only had one entry in it.

Dear Ezra,

I'm so sorry my search has been quite fruitless. Sabine and I never gave up though. I write this last entry now a few days away from our intended mission. We still need to find a certain person but by then we'll be too busy fixing our plan and I won't be able to write anymore. Something about this mission tells me that it might be our last. The blueprints of the death star are highly guarded and the planet is crawling with empire scum. Cassian told me that, he believes we can all go home. I don't really believe that. I hope you won't be too mad or upset with me. I am doing this so that we can no longer live in fear for the next day. For what the empire might do to us. I know that wherever you may be, I know that my love will reach you. I hope Sabine can continue what we started and find a way to get you back. Perhaps in another life, we could have the life that we talked about in that field. Maybe more. I would have loved to see what our future would have been like. To grow old with you, build a life together and a home. In another life, I know we would have had a happy life but I would never ask you to change. My Starboy. My Ezra. My love. My heart is yours forever and always. May the force be with you.

Forever yours, (Y/N).

Ezra clutched that journal to his chest, letting his tears fall freely down his face. He has time to read the other journals next time but for now he wishes to close his eyes and dream of a life where he never left and you lived past twenty. But he knows that you'll always be with him. In the force and in his heart. In your words, He's forever yours.

[mydogatemymotivation]

(I tend to ramble and this post ended up getting long so I apologize.) I know this is dumb and totally the wrong thing to focus on during all this but I'm crashing out and I need a distraction.

I feel like I understand Kallus better. Like as a character. I've always loved him but this whole tiktok/xiaohongshu thing has helped me understand him. I know that that's weird but hear me out:

I always knew China wasn't what the government said it was, I've always wanted to learn Mandarin, thought the traditional clothes were beautiful, yadda, yadda. I never understood the narrative about China, I just thought, "there's no way that's all true". But, and its probably because I'm white, I never realized just how deeply ingrained sinophobia really was in the US until I was watching people on tiktok react to what they were seeing on xhs. the "omg, i didn't know what Shanghai looked like", the "wow, Chinese people are, like, normal people" (bruh). But what's insane here and why I thought of Kallus, other than Rebels living in my mind permanently (help), is how quickly the veil lifted for everyone.

It took one (1) night of scrolling for decades of American propaganda to fall apart. Completely. I've always thought these stories about someone learning the truth behind the lie needed to be done over time and from that standpoint I always thought that someone like Zuko had the more realistic story because he took pretty much all of season 2 and half of season three to figure it out. None of this is an insult to Zuko, of course, I think his character arc was done exactly the way it needed to be done. But it felt more realistic because I figured someone who had been subjected to so much propaganda his whole life wouldn't be able to undo all of it in one night, so from that point of view, Kallus' arc felt too quick.

Not anymore. I never considered the "jenga" method. Instead of taking months of work and travel and seeing everything with his own two eyes (methodically removing the lies piece by piece), it took one night where the veil was not lifted, but shredded entirely (the tower toppling because one piece was removed), where there was no one around to stop Zeb from looking Kallus square in the eye and telling him exactly what he needed to hear and showing him what he needed to see. And one night later Kallus went back to the Empire and saw right through everything decades of propaganda had tried to sell him. Imagine you're in a dark room and you finally find a light switch, you flip it, only to realize the room you're in is a disaster. You can turn the light back off if you want but you know what the room looks like now.

Americans got on xhs and were asked if we actually had to pay for ambulances or if that was just communist propaganda, if we really needed two jobs to survive, we saw the price of groceries in China, the advanced technology that's banned in the US, Americans saw a man preparing feed for his pigs and the food was such high quality that we thought it was for someones lunch until we saw the pigs on camera, this week we learned the Chinese don't pay property tax which is why there's less homelessness. Not saying China is a utopia, of course, they're still a dictatorship and all, but the standard of living is so insane. Even as someone who could kind of see that China wasn't what the government said it was, I'm still just floored. Even I didn't realize the difference was that stark. I knew America was atrocious, but this is actually insane.

Apparently I'm processing everything happening in my country through the lens of Star Wars. Because today I'm thinking I understand Kallus like I never have. He didn't need to be convinced, he just had to see the difference for himself. Americans (or in this case citizens from the Core Systems) end up too complacent. At a certain point Kallus' youthful idealism (that he probably had at some point, it seemed like he really wanted the Empire to be what it promised) eventually would've given way to an almost corporate apathy where he clocked into his desk job every morning and went home at night and tried to forget his workday. Disillusioned, but not seeing any way out, and hoping that everything wasn't what he knew it to be deep down.

There's one scene of him that no one ever talks about but it sticks out in my mind. I believe it's at the end of the episode (I don't remember the name) where Vader realizes Ahsoka is alive, he comes back to the Star Destroyer to contact the Emperor and Kallus is shooed away. As he's leaving he stops at the door and glares over his shoulder at Vader before the door shuts. I don't know why that one quick scene stands out to me so much but its one of his standout pre-fulcrum scenes to me and if you blink you miss it. I think it proves that he is disillusioned, that it shows there's a thought process in him that isn't "imperial approved", that he doesn't trust the people in power the same way we don't trust the people in our own government.

I really think Kallus is the best representation of American citizens right now. The thought process he has, the deconstruction, the disillusionment that has nowhere to go, the feeling you're doing something right, knowing deep down you're not, talking yourself into a knot to justify what you can't until eventually the dam breaks. Him leaving the Empire is so much wish fulfillment for a lot of people. Imagine there was an organized rebel movement in the United States right now that had backing, funding, militant organization, and a solid plan to take down the systems in place and tell me right now you wouldn't join the second you had a way in. Makes sense that at the end of the series he tells Pryce that he "stopped betraying himself". He knew, just like we all know.

Anyway. I lost tiktok tonight. Americans lost their first amendment rights tonight, even if you weren't on tiktok you should understand the gravity of this situation. I don't know why my brain has latched onto Star Wars to get me through this but you know what. Whatever.

I might be posting more here. I think I need a place where I can have interaction and discussion with people but we'll see. For now, have a directionless ramble.

[monsieur-kazzle-dazzle]

i just know kallus is that one friend who takes three hours longer than everyone else to get ready and then gets mad when you ask them if they're almost done but you love them anyways

like just look at him

bro's spick and span

even in his rebel days he's let loose a bit but you can still tell

[fanfoolishness]

Midnight thoughts on the new episode. AHHHH yell at me if y’all have watched it!

Okay so we didn’t get an emotional breakdown from anybody BUT we got Crosshair’s hand being so. Much. Worse. when he had to talk about Tantiss. I’LL TAKE IT but FUCK how is he going to be back there?!? Man I am just waiting for all of you wonderful giffers to feed my Crosshair-obsessed brain with closeups on THAT HAND.

RAMPART! Noshir!!!! It’s good to hear your smarmy bastard self again! Also you’d think he’d be like “fuck the Empire” now, but nope, still an asshole. Guessing we are NOT getting a Kallus angle here 😂 But at least Crosshair got to literally kick him, I fucking love it 😂

Hemlock is such a fucking idiot. I mean we all knew she’d go to the vault, but we also know she will organize an uprising and kick serious ass. This guy is such a fucking maroon you just signed your death warrant, you nozzle.

Emerie, find your courage already! You can do this!

Does Rey literally have Omega’s blood running through her veins? (It’s where the compassion comes from! 🥹)

I’m glad Wrecker is okay ❤️

Okay, starting to hope CX-2 isn’t Tech, because he’s a little shit. His own people don’t like him and he pushed Omega twice. What a dick! Please don’t be Tech (but if he is we have got to save him!! He can’t die again like this!)…

But the showrunners are really being dicks about it. I mean look at this. Phee is literally next to AZI’s big yellow spectacle lens eyes with Tech’s goggles in the background WHILE talking about Tech. COME ON.

Thank god Lula’s still okay ❤️

This episode felt super short! But I’m so happy there wasn’t a huge time skip and that Crosshair got to kick an asshole even if his hand has gotten worse. I just rewatched the Infiltration/Extraction episodes and he talks about Tantiss and the CX program at a few points, with only the typical slight shaking occasionally. Nothing like the tremors starting to affect his whole arm (as if there’s a movement it’s trying to do and he’s fighting it). Even though they barely talked about Omega… the idea of going back to Tantiss for real now because they need to help her has him really struggling. 🥺 Not to mention that maybe he hasn’t been able to tell them he missed the shot. 🥺

[not0a0mundane]

Writer game!

Rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of 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. Then tag as many people as you have WIPs. If you don't write, list your art WIPs! Overlord!Huskerdust au - Val loses Angel's soul in a bet to Husk, Husk & Angel slowly fall in love, Husk's casino stops making a profit & Husk loses his soul to Alastor. Stick it Val - Basically an Angel x Vox au where they start hooking up behind Valentino's back as a mental "go fuck yourself, I can do what I want" Overlord!Angel Dust - Basically a role reversal of Hazbin Hotel, I have only written a bit for Charlie, Angel & Vaggie tho.

I can see through you - Kallus is barerly force sensitive but with the small amount of force sensitivity that he has, he can tell when a person is lying. That's not a problem in his work, but it is when he starts befriending Zeb.

Tagging: @seth-shitposts @sapphic-loser16 @seth-silver-ink @lost-in-derry @hannagoldworthy @nicki0kaye @tobytost