#kallus with long hair

[killermaxaroo8675309]

The original and the redraw!

I drew the original a few months ago and I gave up on it because I didn’t like how it turned out. Now, I’ve finally gotten around to redrawing it and actually coloring it!

[seth-shitposts]

Anywho

Kallus hates haircuts. He used to force himself to sit through them, because even though he didn't know why the empire required them, he just knew that that's simply what the regulations were, so if they're regulation, there's a reason, and a reason is reason enough. One of the necessary evils, he used to joke. (Until his disillusionment and then the joke was very poor taste to him but-)

And then he joined the rebellion. And they were just like "yeah do whatever you want."

Him, having to take a moment to process it. Having to take a moment that he never has to cut his again if he doesn't want to.

And that's how I like to think we get Kallus with very long hair when he retires to Lira San with Zeb. :)

[nicki0kaye]

Long Haired Kallus

LONG HAIRED KALLUS

LONG HAIRED KALLUS

[cameoliob]

I see your "Kallus has had the same hair for 30 years" claim, and I parry you with this:

Bonus long hair (best hair) sketches

[never-ending-fanfic]

Currently emotional about just how many things Kallus needed to adjust to in the Rebellion. But I'm not talking about the things like work and stuff, but simple things.

How long did it take him to let himself relax a bit, stand and sit comfortably and not rigidly? How long before he started eating what he wanted (and real food instead of ration bars and such) and when he wanted, how long did it take him to discover what foods he likes? How long did he have to sit and convince himself to let his hair grow out longer than the regulations allowed it, that it was okay to take longer and warmer showers than he ever could in the Empire, that the weight he gained was alright and not something to feel ashamed about and get rid off immediately. That he could wear whatever comfy clothes he wanted to, that he could actually own things and decorate his room with them, instead of having bare walls and only a bed there, that he could talk to his fellow coworkers and about things other than work and war, laugh louder and be openly friendly and affectionate with people, have inside jokes with them and put a hand on their shoulders, hug them.

[never-ending-fanfic]

Yesssssssss

i subscribe to the 'kallus doesn't cut his hair again after joining the rebellion' book club

[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.

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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.”

[killermaxaroo8675309]

We love long hair kallus and big bearded zeb

[illuminatedquill]

Worship Me

A Sabine Wren & Ezra Bridger story

Story Summary: Tucked away inside their watchtower during a snowy night on Lothal, Sabine Wren and Ezra Bridger ponder the future and their relationship.

The beverage dispenser whirred and deposited the last of its contents - sweet, sweet hot chocolate - into the mug; Ezra watched the steam waft up from the dark brown ambrosia, bringing with it the tantalizingly sweet aroma that made his mouth water.

Even with the heating unit at max, the watchtower's interior was still chilly. Outside the temperatures were approaching near freezing and bringing with it fresh concerns of an early, bitter winter with its sleet and snow. But, for now, the snow was harmless and provided an endless frosty wonderland for all the children - and not an insignificant number of adults - to enjoy. Ezra took the fresh mug of hot chocolate in one hand and grabbed another less recently filled one in his other and moved to the watchtower's balcony.

His partner, Sabine Wren, was standing there. Wrapped in a comfy gray shawl - a gift from her departed master, Ahsoka Tano - she leaned against the railing, watching the snow drift lazily down. Just beyond, lit brightly against the snowfall, was Lothal's Capital City with its gorgeous array of spires and skyscrapers. Ezra smiled wistfully, thinking of all the families living in those towers, their children's faces pressed against the glass to watch the snow come down.

He remembered with a pang of melancholy of doing just that with his own parents, Ephraim and Mira, many years ago. Waking up to see the snow, riding a sled down the hills of Lothal's fields, scampering after the loth cats to find their hidden burrows . . .

"Enjoying the view?" Sabine called to him, jolting him out of his reminiscing. He blinked, re-focusing on her.

Even after all these years, she still took his breath away with her beauty. Sabine's hair had grown a little longer, the dyed orange tips just brushing the top of her shoulders now. He knew she wouldn't grow it any longer, purely for practical reasons, but oh how he yearned to see Sabine with longer hair. Underneath the shawl, she wore casual clothes: a bright orange tunic, yellow combat pants, and maroon boots. Once upon a time, he had teased that her outfit was similar in style to the one he wore during the Rebellion and had received a sharp poke in the side for his observation (but he had noted slyly that Sabine was blushing as she did so).

Playing it cool (ha ha), he replied, "Yup."

Smooth, he thought dourly. Very cool, Ezra.

Sabine snorted and took one of the mugs to sip at. "Charming as always, Ezra."

He batted his eyes at her in, hopefully, a smoldering fashion. "Hey, it's a part of the package. Prince Charming, that's me."

She choked on the hot chocolate.

Using his sleeve to dab at her mouth, he said, "That wasn't meant to be a joke."

In between gasps of air, Sabine choked out, "You're going to kill me with any more of whatever this is you're trying to do."

Ezra sighed and took her gently by the arm. "Let's just head inside."

Once Sabine had settled down, they settled onto the couch and wrapped a large quilt - a gift from Zeb and Kallus (with an apology note from Kallus about the quilt's clumsy construction but Zeb tried really hard, and he hadn't the heart to tell him otherwise) - around themselves. Sabine was sipping at Ezra's mug of hot chocolate, since he was the reason why hers had been spilled. Normally he would have protested, especially since it was his favorite beverage, but Ezra had learned long ago that certain arguments were futile with Sabine, so he gladly acquiesced.

They sat there in silence, just listening to the watchtower's gentle mechanical hum and the occasional mewling from Murley, who had taken up the usual perch at his favorite window.

Ezra closed his eyes and took in the ambience, enjoying the simple feeling of being at home and beside the person he loved the most in this galaxy.

. . . And trying to ignore the fact his hands were shaking ever so slightly.

Sabine set down her mug on the table in front of them. He felt her turn towards him, leaning in close, her warm breath tickling his ear . . .

"Your hands are shaking, cyar'ika," she said quietly.

Ezra's eyes opened as he grimaced. "You caught that," he said glumly.

Sabine arched an eyebrow at him. "You can't hide anything from me, Ezra," she replied. "We're partners."

Ezra shrugged off his side of the quilt, glaring at his traitorous hands. "I don't know why they're doing that," he confessed. "It's been happening more and more lately."

She cocked her head at him, thinking. "Not during our missions," she said. "Only when we're home."

"Yeah," he said. "You think they'd be acting up while we're fighting off pirates or negotiating trade disputes or any number of stressful situations we've been in . . . but no. Just whenever we're home."

Sabine gently grasped his shaking hands. They stilled in her touch. "It's fear, I think," she surmised, studying his face. "And something more."

Ezra frowned at her. "What am I scared of when we're home, safe and sound, alone together?"

"Talk it out. Let your thoughts flow along with your feelings, cyar'ika."

Ezra sighed. "Okay," he replied. Closing his eyes, he reached out to the Force for calm and just . . . listened to himself, breathing in and out. He felt Sabine's presence beside him - a constant fierce light, radiating love and belief and support -

The quiet.

He opened his eyes, feeling the hairs on the back of his neck raise unsettlingly. "That's it," he murmured. "That's what it is."

Sabine looked at him, frowning. "What is it?"

"It's the quiet," Ezra said. "It's the peace. I'm not used to it."

He leaned back into the couch, processing this revelation. After a few moments he said, "Sabine, do you realize we've been fighting for most of our lives?"

Her grip on his hands tightened. Ezra looked and saw the discomfort appear on her face. "It's not something I like to dwell on," she said. "But, yeah. I know."

"I think it's come to the point where I feel more at home in a battlefield than I do at our actual home. The peace, the quiet . . . Sabine, it scares me. I'm scared it could be disrupted at a moment's notice, that it could be taken away."

Ezra stared at her, his vision going blurry. "I'm scared you could be taken away. Or me, taken from you. It all feels false, somehow. I can't truly enjoy it."

Sabine reached out and cradled his face to her chest. He heard the gentle, re-affirming beat of her heart. It calmed him a little.

"The galaxy's a scary place, Ezra. We've already lost each other once. I wish I could guarantee that it will never happen again . . . "

Ezra said bitterly, "You can't. No one can."

She turned his face upwards towards hers. "I love you, Ezra. That's all I can promise you. I'll love you until the stars go cold."

"Is it enough, Sabine? Love doesn't promise anything. It wasn't enough for Kanan and Hera. It didn't save Kanan. It killed him." The mention of his former master, Kanan Jarrus, brought a bitter taste to his mouth. He felt awful for saying it, but it held true. Kanan had loved Hera deeply - enough to give his life to ensure hers and everyone else's future on Lothal.

But he had still died. And he knew Hera still felt that loss keenly everyday.

Yes, the love had been there. But it hadn't changed anything.

Kanan still died. Hera had told him of the regrets she felt; things that should have been said but were put aside in the foolish hope that there would be another time to say them.

"You don't mean that, Ezra," said Sabine sharply. "I know you don't."

Ezra turned his face away, hiding his shame. He shrugged in response.

Sabine grabbed his face and wrenched it back towards her. Her brown eyes, normally bright and compassionate, burned with a fierce anger. "Listen to me," she said. "Do not let this fear turn you into something you're not, Ezra. You're better than this. I know you are."

Ezra let out a frustrated breath, bowing his head. "I know. I just . . . I don't know, Sabine. Will this be enough for us? With the lives we lead? I don't want there to be any regrets between us."

"You mean like Hera and Kanan?" asked Sabine. "I get what you mean."

He looked at her, feeling lost. "So what do we do?"

Sabine looked back at him. Then, with a soft touch, she placed a finger under his chin and titled his face up ever so slightly.

"If the love is not enough," she said softly, "then I will ask you for more."

Ezra stared at her, entranced. "What do you mean?"

Sabine leaned in close; the scent of her, a lilac fragrance, filling his nose, intoxicating his mind . . .

"Adore me, Ezra Bridger," she whispered. "Worship me."

His mind went blank. "I . . . how?" he heard himself ask.

With her other hand, Sabine reached behind his head, running her fingers through his hair. Silvery sensations erupted from his scalp; Ezra could hear his heart pulsing loudly within his ears. The fingers clenched, and she pulled him into a deep, searing kiss.

After what felt like an eternity, she let him up for air. Breathing heavily, she placed a hand on his chest.

"I will worship you too," she said huskily. "All of you."

She leaned forward and kissed his chest. "I worship your heart."

His forehead. "I worship your mind."

Sabine reached for his hands, still shaking but for different reasons now. She brushed her lips lightly against each of his fingers. "I worship your hands."

Ezra shivered at her touch. When she was finished, she gazed deeply into his eyes. "Your turn now," she said with an impish grin.

"Are you sure about this?" Ezra asked. "I haven't . . . I mean, this is my first time."

"Mine too," Sabine admitted.

Ezra's eyes widened. He smiled, feeling surprised - and a little gratified. "You waited for me?"

Blushing, Sabine punched him gently on the arm. "Obviously, goober."

He grinned at her. "So, who will take the lead then?"

"Me," she said bluntly. "Unless the Noti gave you directions."

Ezra laughed, feeling some of the tension slide out of him.

Sabine poked him in the chest. "Hey. Focus. Back to worshipping."

He reached out through the Force and dimmed the watchtower's lights. Sabine quirked an eyebrow at him. "Trying to set the mood?" she asked.

Ezra glanced at his hands - they were steady as a rock.

He slid his hands underneath the quilt, searching . . .

Sabine frowned at him. "What are you - oh."

Ezra gently pressed himself against her and returned her kiss with a fervent ardor that left them both breathless. Blinking at him, stunned, Sabine asked, "Where did you learn to do that?"

"Maybe the Noti did teach me some things," he teased. "Oh, I've got tricks that will blow your mind, Sabine Wren."

A sly smile grew slowly on her beautiful face. "Yeah?" she challenged. "Are you willing to show me some more of these tricks?"

"Certainly," said Ezra. "If you're not busy this evening."

She rolled her eyes. "I've got some free time, sure," she replied dryly.

"Excellent," said Ezra. And he promptly got to work, worshipping her, adoring her.

*Author's Note: One of the craziest lines I've ever heard in romantic fiction is a woman saying to her lover, "Worship me." I immediately knew it was something Sabine would say to Ezra and, well, here we are.

[ahsoka-its-all-of-us]

Will I ever stop spewing Zeb headcanons? Not likely

He has enough military experience and seniority to deserve a promotion in the Rebellion military, but he holds off on it. He prefers being a captain; it reminds him of the Lasan High Honour Guard.

Next to Lasati and Basic he speaks Shyriiwook (though with an accent). Lasats and Wookiees are historically allies, and as such Shyriiwook was a logical language to learn in school on Lasan; and Zeb was quite highly educated.

When he’s embarrassed or nervous his neck fur tends to fluff up. Trying to hide this tell, he’ll rub it down, not realising that the action is an even more obvious tell.

If he's truly feeling warm for someone, his entire fur coat will fluff up. Kallus absolutely adores this, running his hands through it every time it happens, and whilst Zeb is flustered at first being this easy to read, he'll learn to love it.

Gift giving is one of his love languages; he'll often get thoughtful little gifts for his friends, like a Stormtrooper helmet for Ezra or paint for Sabine. Long before him and Kallus get together he'll already give him tiny little gifts that made him think of him: a leaf in the same golden colour as Kallus's hair, a nice flower, a pretty rock from the Imperial compound he set on fire. Kallus is — of course — very awkward in accepting these gifts, but he treasures them.

He calls Kallus love, darling or sweetheart, or progressively stupid nicknames when he's in a silly mood. Kallus put his foot down at sugarporglet.

[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.”

[stars-n-spice]

Thoughts on s3 ep 13!

fucking hell ya'll,, we're almost at the end of this and I simply can't believe it and don't want to believe it simply because I don't want it to end and I don't see how the fuck they're going to tie up all the loose ends in just the next two episodes.

This time around I recorded my reactions to it and it was a lot of yelling and making really weird noises,, but uh, y'know the drill!

Incoherent screaming (this time for real) and spoilers under the cut!

Click here for the audio recording of my initial reaction

WAAAAAH I DON'T EVER WANT TO SEE OMEGA IN PRISON UNIFORMS AGAIN!!!

i forgot they had that baby up in there,, omg

FUCKIN' WAAGHHh why didn't omega try to like access that hatch thing at night?? wouldn't that have been less risky??

this episode stressed me the fuck out,, I have a headache rn holy fuck

EMERIE I'M ON MY HANDS AND KNEES PLEASE DO SOMETHING

wait how the fuck are they going to get that baby through the chute thingy??

Eva is so precious :( I love her so much

Omega has been in there for like probably a day or something and is already making plans to escape, I love her so much

"That's okay, I like a challenge" AAAAA WRECKER WOULD BE SO PROUD!!

Question: why the fuck do they keep taking samples if they know her blood is compatible??

PHEE COME BACK D:

I better see more of Phee somewhere, anywhere, please, I love her so much your honor

ALSDKF;A I FUCKING FORGOT ABOUT RAMPART LMAOOO

Echo!!!! FUCKING HELL!!!! ECHO <3!!!!!

I missed Echo so much,, this episode really just showed that they couldn't have him in it because he would've gotten things done like five episodes ago because he's just that good

Them keeping Rampart is so funny to me idk

He was such a throw away character to me in the other seasons so I this is so hilarious to me, what a silly, pathetic man I need to see him get chewed up by a space animal or something idk

after all this time it was strange to see Crosshair in the background of things but he was still shoving Rampart around and I loved it

I SWEAR TO GO IF I SEE. Y'ALL THIRSTING FOR RAMPART!!! THAT MAN BOMBED KAMINO Y'ALL BEST REMEMBER WHO THE REAL ENEMY IS!!!

Rampart is basically Walmart Kallus

I swear to god, Hunter is getting shorter

Also looks like Crosshair is filling out :( He's finally getting to eat now :((

THEIR ARMOR ALL BLACKENED OUT??? WHAT A LOOK!!

Crosshair's helmet ESPECIALLY, it looks super cool

RAHHHHHH THAT SUPER LONG SHOT OF HUNTER LOOKING AT HIS BLACKENED OUT HELMET AGGUUGGHHHHH

Felt like I was watching an episode of Rebels due to how they were infiltrating the place

How the FUCK did nobody like,, notice?? insane. imperials are so fucking stupid I love that so much.

"Oh I don't think so" FUCKING AAAAA WOW THAT WAS HOT ECHO I LOVE YOU

WHEN WRECKER WAS JUST CHILLING ON HIS PHONE???? STOP. I'M ALREADY IN LOVE WITH THIS MAN!!!! FUCKING RAAGHHHHH

"Where is your captain?" - "Uh, captaining?" WRECKER MI VIDA!!!!

I've said it 100 times and I'll keep fucking saying it,, everything Wrecker does in this season is pure just,, everything he does is amazing, I love him so much, even in the background, him simply breathing?? Iconic. He better stay breathing.

WHEN HE WAS WEARING THE HAT OF THE GUY HE KNOCKED OUT?!?!? MARRY ME.

I know Rampart is stressed out of his mind LMAO bro is getting out of this with gray hair

"It's the only chance we have of finding Omega and freeing those clone prisoners" WHHHATTTTT HUNTER FINALLY THINKING ABOUT SOMETHING OTHER THAN OMEGA??? NO FUCKING WAY!!!

THE WAY CROSSHAIR WENT "he can't go alone" AFTER ECHO VOLUNTEERED TO SNEAK ABOARD THE SCIENCE VESSEL AAAAHHH i'm going to be sick,,

Crosshair and Echo dynamic my beloved

ECHO SLAY

OH MY BELOVED ARC TROOPER!!!!!!

last stretch of the episode had me so fucking stressed

i'm not ready for the next ones

"Negative" and all the Hunter girlies fell to their fucking knees

that was HOT

and stressful as FUCK

losing my mind

Music was insane, omg loved it

WAAAAAAAAAH I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S ALMOST THE END

AND FUCKING NOT A SIGN OF TECH???? WHAT THE FUCK

THAT'S NOT FAIR THAT THIS SHOW GETS ONLY 3 SEASONS AND FOR MOST OF IT CROSSHAIR, ECHO, AND TECH ARE BARELY IN IT!!! LIKE WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN THAT TECH IS ABSENT THE WHOLE FUCKING THIRD SEASON ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?????

makes me fucking sick

they need to give us a whole ass season of all of them together being happy on Pabu I swear to god

this episode made me fucking sick ugh

everything sucks man oh my god

[freefalasteen]

Kalluzeb snippet (rebel journalist kallus, jealous zeb)

Apparently, after Bahryn, Agent Kallus had quit his job in the Empire to become some sort of documentary-style journalist showcasing the systemic abuses committed by the Empire. Zeb honestly felt proud of him. The Ghost crew was gathered around the holonet to watch Kallus' third episode, where he interviews a woman who had been a victim of a no-knock raid gone wrong.

The rodian woman had tears in her eyes as she explained that the Stormtroopers had gotten bad information from an informant, and how she was left naked, covered in only a blanket, begging them to let her get dressed.

On camera, Kallus closed his eyes and inhaled to collect himself.

"How long did they leave you unclothed for?" He asked her gently.

"Until they left," she cried.

Zeb was broken out of his enraptured state by Sabine. "Kallus has done a real 180, huh? I'm surprised, its only been, what, four months since he set that trap for us on Geonosis?"

Kanan piped up as well. "Whatever it was that made him see the Empire for what it was, i'm just glad it happened. He's doing good work."

Ahsoka stood and addressed the room. "Confession? He's mine."

Zeb coughed in surprise and finally turned around from where he was staring at Kallus' (admitted nice) facial hair. "Excuse me?" He asked incredulously, his hackles raising. "That's a possessive thing to say, especially since I'm pretty sure it was a conversation with ME that changed his mind. You don't get dibs!" He finished with a glare.

The rest of the room slowly turned to him at once, and Zeb realized he just accidentally told them a whole lot more than they should know. He felt his ears pull back in embarrassment.

"Zeb," Ashoka started carefully. "Alexsandr Kallus is one of my Fulcrum agents. He's doing this work for the rebellion."

If Lasats could blush, Zeb knew he'd be bright red.

"Zeeeeb," sang Ezra. "Do you have a crush on Agent Kallus?"

Zeb couldn't stand up fast enough. "You know what, you guys finish without me. I've got it recorded (Sabine and Ezra's twin "ooohhhhh" was not helpful) and i'll finish later. Going to the tapcafe. Bye!"

This was inspired by the docuseries "Disrupt and Dismantle" which helps teach common citizens how to fight back against systemic racism in the United States. It's on Paramount+.

[mayawakening]

Headcanon: Zeb smells like a wet dog.

Like, if you've seen his live-action appearance, you know this man is insanely fluffy, look at his arms. Have you ever bathed a large dog or cat before?

Animal fur takes a ridiculous amount of time to dry, even if you have a hair dryer for them, plus everything they touch instantly becomes damp.

Now imagine how uncomfortable it would be as a sentient humanoid coated in thick fur to have to get all of that wet. It would be so much heavier, and it would take forever to work soap into and then rinse out.

Then imagine doing that where there may or may not be a hair dryer available (if Sabine is being nice). For a 6'8", 250ibs guy, it could take HOURS to dry off enough that whatever clothing you put on isn't instantly soaked, not to mention how cold and uncomfortable it would feel in the process. Really the only other option is to sit naked on top of the ship and air-dry.

So the big guy probably doesnt shower until its absolutely necessary, because its an incredibly long and uncomfortable process for him.

Add onto that the fact that he probably DOES sweat a fair amount in combat and you got a kinda funky smelling lasat.

I like to think Kallus starts helping him bathe/scrub clean/towel dry him when its reasonable to, and gets him some of those anti-bacterial wipes that pet stores IRL have for dogs to help cut down on the funk.

[nicki0kaye]

Buttercup!Kallus and then some more canon-compliant long haired variants bc mmmm love that long hair

[lost-in-derry]

Last Line Challenge

Rules: In a new post, show your latest line (artwork or written), and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like)!

I was tagged by @hydroflxwers!

Y’all get a sneak peek at the Scrimshaw prologue:

In the far reaches of the Outer Rim, a half forgotten moon orbited a half forgotten planet. The planet was called Sosja and its moon was Sosja-Ruusk. The parts of Sosja-Ruusk that were not towering mountains and vast frozen lakes were covered in a thick blanket of evergreen forests. Wedged between one of these forests and a lake that was not quite as frozen as the others, was a small village. Its flickering lights could hardly be seen through the raging blizzard. It was the fiercest, coldest winter storm that anyone could remember, and the villagers’ memories went back quite a long way. On the outskirts of the village was a cabin and within that cabin, a woman’s cries of pain nearly matched the howling of the wind outside. It was a terrible night to give birth.

The woman’s name was Ysolda. Ten months ago she had been Ysolda Kallus of Piast, but now she was simply Ysolda Kallus. To briefly explain, upon their birth, the people of Sosja-Ruusk, who call themselves Rusalka, take their mother’s surname and their father’s clan name. There is a difference, to the Rusalka, between relatives and family. An orphan whose blood ties were completely unknown could be taken in by a clan and would thereafter be treated as a child of their own. Contrarily, a daughter whose lineage could be traced all the way to the very first head of her household, could be disowned and looked upon as a stranger by everyone she knew. This was, tragically, what had happened to Ysolda. Her great crime against her family was her love for the son, as of now still inside her, and for the man pressed into the corner of the small cabin, as far from the midwives’ work as he could get.

An old woman covered in brightly colored wool with a jingling braid of silver hair, so long and heavy with metal rings it had to be looped twice around her shoulders, clutched Ysolda’s hand with long, spindly fingers and wiped her forehead with a damp cloth. She was Ysolda’s grandmother, though, since Ysolda’s mother had cut all bonds with her, this did not have the significance it once did. Ysolda’s grandmother had taken the couple in after they’d fled from the capitol city, twenty miles to the south. She thought, as many quietly had, that her granddaughter’s punishment was quite overzealous of her parents, especially considering she was their only child. But if Ysolda’s father was considered a powerful, intelligent, and even at times an honorable man, he was not a merciful one.

The man in the corner’s name was Bishop Lonn and he was not Rusalka. He was from Coruscant, many light years away, and had previously been employed by an extension of the Trade Federation. He had been sent to Sosja-Ruusk to establish a partnership with Ysolda’s clan, who owned a large section of the mining operations on the moon.

Bishop had been doing very well in the Trade Federation; he had a quick and clever charisma to him, a convincing smile, and liked to believe he could talk his way out of anything. He would be proven wrong many times in the years that followed.

No pressure tagging: @never-ending-fanfic @seth-silver-ink @mystical-salamander @loth-creatures @not0a0mundane @sunatsubu @heart-0f-a-rebel16 and anyone else who sees this!