#the spectres

[tyquu]

You’ve heard of the Rebels manga, now get ready for the Rebels Anime! UwU

(I’m other words, I’m back)

[martianbugsbunny]

Hera, finding another reckless lonely person in need of a family: A fine addition to my collection

[seth-shitposts]

Saw you asking for ghost crew prompts I have a platonic family one if you’re interested~

So I will live and die on the hill of Sabine having synthasia and coordinating the smells of her different explosives to different colors because chemicals smell different when burned. So she develops paint the same color as it smells and that’s what she does her explosive paintings with.

But my prompt is a whump/hurt comfort prompt with overstimulation for Sabine and just cuddles and found family? Throw in whatever background ships you want I just want more sabine content please and thank you.

I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH. It was fun to do, I am so soft for Sabine being comforted in anyway by her family, for her seeking out that comfort??????? yes????? Anyway here you go!

"Sabine?"  The mandelorian turns her head a little too quickly to face Kanan. Sucking in a breath, she winces as the world spins just a bit too much. "Hey Kanan."  The Jedi furrows his brow. "What's wrong?"  Sabine squints at the man in suspicion. Mostly in suspicion. But, karabast, is the area right above her eyes killing her right now. She simply shrugs, "what makes you think something’s wrong?"  Kanan shakes his head, a slight twinge of a grin touching his lips. "Bean, I lost my sight. Not my understanding of my family. I know you enough to know that one, you're avoiding the question. And two, you don't sound too good." Kanan holds his hand out to her. "Did something happen?"  The teen looks at his hand for a moment before placing her own onto his with a sigh.

this was my second time writing Sabine, i'm pretty sure.... mmmmm anyway, feel free to let us know what you thought <3

[lavend3r-stardust]

In honor of Ahsoka (or Rebels season 5 lol) wrecking our souls, here's 2 playlists for Sabine and Ezra!

And here's my sw rebels ambience-type playlist!

[galacticsurplus]

New Phantom 2 tail art shirts are now in the shop.

[ideemthatsheyetlives]

64: Breaking Ranks and Out of Darkness (Rebels 06 and 07)

In which the podcast crew discusses what roles the crew of the Ghost would have in a basketball team, an all-Rebel basketball league, and "Luthen mode."

[lavendersageicedtea]

Me and my bfs long quiet and spectre cosplays!!!

[drivngonceagain]

the only truth that i can see, spectre has come for me +++++

[zvaigzdelasas]

Welcome to "no, actually YOU'RE the communists!" 2024

[magua-vida]

I like The Spectre.

[circusmantis]

More princesses!

[martianbugsbunny]

Rainbow Mists In Which He Stands (A Kalluzeb Fic)

Had to do something short and sweet for these guys, I'm being consumed by them. I haven't decided yet if I might expand this into a three-part series, with this one, a Kanera one, and a Sabezra one (which, fair warning, would probably be platonic bc I have complicated feelings about them being a couple). The point is, this is a delightful little break for Kalluzeb and they're having a nice time together. IN case you were wondering, the title is another Wayne Visser reference; that part of the poem kinda melted and gooified together in my brain like crayons left in the sun with that art @kappamelone did of trans kallus a little while ago to create my favorite scene in here (which will be terribly obvious when you see it). Read on and enjoy!

The crew of the Ghost had been offered (ordered) shore leave for a few days after a stunning misadventure involving Chopper, a bag of explosives, and a remarkable inability to count. Kanan said it was because their nerves were all stripped after that; Hera muttered about being put in time-out and kicked a couple of crates.

Zeb, like Ezra and Sabine, didn’t really care why they had been sent away to a remote moon for a bit of quiet time. He joined them in making excited plans about how to make the most of it, especially after learning that Kallus had been commanded to go with them.

“They want me to keep an eye on you,” he said, then a little more irately, “I’m pretty sure Rebel Command is as sick of me as they are of you.” Having been recruited into the Rebellion by the Specters, he had picked up their annoying habits of rarely listening to orders in the way in which they were intended.

But once again, Zeb didn’t care why Kallus had been packed up and shipped off with the Ghost’s crew, and he convinced Kallus to stop caring at least until they got back from leave. Then he could be annoyed about it all he liked.

The minute they landed, Ezra and Sabine raced out of the Ghost, shoving each other to the side, to take in the view. The planet was warm, covered in tall trees with vines hanging from the branches and brightly colored spiky flowers. Zeb had never seen another planet quite like it; the kids probably hadn’t, either.

Kanan and Zeb sat down together on the ramp, while Hera went through her post-flight checks and powered down the ship. “I used to go camping with the other Honor Guards,” Zeb said. He was still a little bit surprised, himself, every time he mentioned his life on Lasan. It seemed to happen more frequently these days; he wondered if maybe letting go of his pain enough to make room in his life for Kallus had helped him be more at peace with it in general. “I could show the kids how to set up tents.”

Kanan smiled, his head tilted towards where Sabine was gushing over how good the spiky flowers would be as pigments for her paints. “They’d get a real kick out of that,” he said. “You’ll probably have to drag Hera off the Ghost by her ankles, though.”

“What about my ankles?” Hera sat down between them, leaning against Kanan’s arm. “I guess—to spare you boys the effort—I could be convinced to spend the night outside. Sleeping among the stars is one thing, but there’s something special about sleeping under them, too.”

Kanan’s grin grew wider, and he kissed the side of Hera’s head. “You old romantic,” he teased.

Zeb rolled his eyes, standing up to stretch. “I’ll get the tents,” he said. Let those two have their moment. He went back into the Ghost and hefted the top off of a storage crate that he’d stuffed a couple of tents into before leaving the base. He’d only been able to find three; he expected Sabine and Hera would probably share a tent and leave Ezra and Kanan to commune with the new planet’s nature in that Jedi way of theirs—and of course he and Kallus would bunk together.

Speaking of Kallus, where had he gotten off to? He was prone to sort of drifting off while everyone else was busy, and half the time he neglected to even mention to Zeb where he was going. It was hard for him, Zeb thought, when he was with the Spectres; they had been a family unit when he met them, and he hadn’t figured out how to integrate into it just yet.

Zeb stopped to set down the tents outside before following the path that Kallus’s boots had left in the soft grass. Ezra and Sabine had stopped their frenzied exploration to lay back on the ground for a minute, and he gently nudged Sabine’s shoulder with his foot as he passed. It was good for them to enjoy themselves. They didn’t get to be kids often enough.

He didn’t mind getting the time to relax himself. He didn’t really care how long it would take him to catch up to Kallus, with fresh, greenery-scented air to breathe and nothing to distract him from appreciating the scenery. There were certain bright orange flowers that reminded him of ones that grew on Lasan, and soft white ones that looked like the drifts of snow on Bahryn.

Zeb finally stopped when he saw the waterfall up ahead. It was one of the most stunning views he’d ever seen.

Standing at the very edge of the fall, feet submerged in the pool it created, was Kallus, shirt, jacket, and boots discarded on a nearby rock, his head tilted back ever-so-slightly and his damp hair clinging to his face and neck. Where the water spilled across his freckled shoulders, it shifted and shimmered in the light, the mist forming a rainbow in the air like a cape.

There was that feeling Zeb was still trying to get used to: looking at Kallus and being sure that his heart was going to beat against his lungs so hard he would pass out, like there wasn’t enough room for love and oxygen in him at the same time and his body would rather go without the oxygen. It was easy to say he had never been in love with anyone the way he had fallen for Kallus. He wondered sometimes at the designs of the Ashla, but he was certain it had guided them towards each other, softening each of them in turn to make what they had now possible.

Zeb released a sigh and walked across the clearing to stand at the edge of the pool. “Enjoying nature all by yourself, handsome?” he teased. Kallus’s face instantly broke into a wide, unguarded smile, such that Zeb only ever saw when they were alone together, his amber eyes lighting like sparks from a flint. There weren’t many lines by those eyes yet; like Zeb, Kallus had spent more of his life frowning or scowling than he had smiling, but he was making some progress. A few of the worry lines, at least, seemed to have become less pronounced, now that Kallus was a little bit less tense than he had been as an Imperial agent.

“I don’t have to be,” Kallus said. Zeb stepped into the shallow water and waded over to Kallus, ripples fanning out around his legs as he walked.

Zeb cupped his hands around Kallus’s upper ribcage, thumbs covering the beautiful twin scars beneath his pectorals. The lines were thick and pale, mostly even; only jagged at the edges. “Have I ever told you how much I like these?” he asked, leaning his forehead against Kallus’s.

“Every time you see me with my shirt off,” Kallus answered, resting his hands on Zeb’s forearms.

“Which isn’t often enough for my taste,” Zeb said. Kallus laughed (Ashla, did Zeb love that deep, hoarse laugh), fingers playing across a set of dark purple stripes that were a little bit darker still than the others on Zeb’s body.

“How long do you think we have before they miss us?” Kallus asked. His face was flushed from sun—it made the freckles on his face seem just a little bit more vivid by contrast.

“A half hour before the kids hunt me down to set up the tents.”

Kallus smiled at him, more softly than before, but with just as much earnestness. “Ever the family man, aren’t you, Garazeb.”

Then he put his arms around Zeb’s neck and kissed him, and there was nothing on the planet except the two of them and the stones beneath their feet and the mists spilling across their shoulders, and for just a moment nothing could ever be wrong again.

[seth-shitposts]

Zhxjjshd I HAVE A QUESTION-

Does The Ghost Crew have their own tag on ao3? So found family content can be tagged and pulled there??? If not I'm going to make it so-

[ehlihr]

My bestie the spectre

[lavb-b]

My first princesses in pristine cut (and by far my favourites)

[tinyspectre]

Cradle-to-Cradle: Reflection So excited to post my very first piece for Invisobang 2024! Big shout out to my author WillaKK for writing a story that mixes two of my favorite things together (Danny Phantom and vampires!) and fellow artist EyesofCrows who inspired and challenged me to do a pixel art piece for this event. I had so much fun working on this with them and hope you all check the story out!

You can read the first chapter on Willa's page here

And you can read the full story here on AO3, which will feature both Eyes' and my pixel illustrations for some of the chapters!