#zeltrons

[nikeofmars]

Here is Trix Dylte, a Zeltron dancer my partner help create with me. Been a while since I've done a full work so I'm very happy how this turned out.

[cantsayidont]

July 1983. This too is yuri: Princess Leia and Zeltron mercenary Dani antagonize each other in STAR WARS #73. Leia's relationship with Dani is very similar to her early interactions with Han, except that she spends more time looking at Dani's chest and ass.

After some death-defying misadventures involving a hot air balloon and some feral Lahsbees, Leia does get the data tapes she's after, while Dani does a little light thievery and grand theft spacecraft:

I would say Dani would be a fun foil for Doctor Aphra — they're so much alike — except that when the current Mousified SW comics reintroduce characters from the original series, they're inevitably stripped of all history and personality.

[little-lightning-lavellan]

Yeah okay listen. Sometimes, I just think that aliens should get to makeout

AND I THINK... I SHOULD BE ALLOWED TO WRITE THAT

Anyway, I’ve decided I’m writing the sequel to this which was just supposed to be a oneshot of The Grand Inquisitor and a Star Wars Rebel OC (enemies to lovers has me in a chokehold that I have no interest in escaping) so now this is happening--

“... this is filth.” The claws that peaked the grey hand that housed them clacked softly as knuckles were smacked against the offending page. Allowing the book to lean leisurely against opposite palm, the Pau’an man all but scowled at the words in front of him, yet continued reading them anyway.

“It's poetry!” His companion huffed, her blue eyes rolling at his comfortably sour attitude. “And here I was under the impression that you were an academic.”

“I am an academic; that is precisely why I know it to be filth.”

Another huff, a sign of her playfully brattish attitude he’d come to familiarize himself with, and the slightest flicker to her glare, and the woman had adjusted herself in such a way to drape a cerise leg over his stomach whilst the rest of her wormed her way upwards. The lazy thing looked more like a contented Lothcat lying in the sun, and one who had been doing so for hours, than a rebellious Zeltron.

“Mm, my apologies for trying to do something nice for you, then, Grand Inquisitor.” Though she’d shut her eyes, she knew full well the reaction she’d receive for her use of the title. Besides, she could feel it well enough in the irritated growl that rumbled up from the chest her pink ear rested on.

Over the past three, four - Five? Oh, she’d lost count - months since their first rendezvous, the Grand Inquisitor’s hidden doxy usually dropped his title in private. He had given his name to her in a moment of passion, foolish and heady though it may have been, but it made practical sense at the end of the day.

It would be a bit odd to constantly refer to one’s bedmate by their job description, even men like him could see the logic in that.

Now, she only used his title when they were alone for two reasons:

To tease, with the intent of seduction, or,

To tease, with the intent of annoyance. So very luckily for him, today it was the latter.

“Hmm,” he hummed, taking the time to plot his next move. “I was unaware that we were in the practice of doing each other favors. Tell me, would you be so kind as to tell me the current location of Lothal’s rebel cell, then?”

‘Hardy-har-har.’ He already knew the answer, but it was his job to push her anyway, just as much as it was her duty to push back against him. It was part of the appeal of their affair, part of the fun.

“No.” Languid arms stretched to push the book aside as they draped in the general vicinity of the Inquisitor’s neck. There was a certain incredulity to the grunt said Inquisitor made as he was shifted, but the woman couldn’t find it in herself to care if it was feigned or not. “My answer hasn’t changed since yesterday; you’re not that talented.”

ANYWAY YEAH NEAT STAR WARS not gonna tag as many people since I dunno how many of you want to see this nonsense, BUT I did see that a few of you liked me talking about it, so I will tag you guys too (warning, smut WILL happen in this fic. Hope you like alien weiner and coochie.):

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[thegreatlordfireraven]

zeltrons in star wars being unabashedly, comically a product of their time: incredible, gorgeous, love it

yuuzhan vong in star wars being unabashedly comically a product of their time: ew, gross, go away

[camo-wolf]

A Star Wars game where you design your own character and it’s options of many different species and design aspects would be so dope

[glimjack]

Non-human Mandalorians in the Knights of the Old Republic comics (set 3964-3962 BBY)

- part 2! Find part 1 here.

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Twi'lek

Neo-crusader style and shock trooper/individualised armour. Featuring jaig eyes!

'Unnamed pachydermoid'

Neo-crusader style

Wookie

Neo-crusader. This is probably my favourite, I can just imagine whoever's making the armour trying to figure out how the hell to make it work with wookies not wearing clothes.

Zabrak

Neo-crusader and shock trooper.

There's also a whole host I couldn't positively ID, so here's unknowns:

Possibly Cathar or Bothan

Possibly Kubaz? Geonosian?

ft. what looks like chain or scale mail!

I would guess that the central person here is training master Jaing's species, but they're currently unnamed:

Assorted, mix of neo-crusader and individual:

I imagine some probably aren't intended to be anything specific, but if you recognise any please let me know!

[vodika-vibes]

Ok so what about Jesse x a Zeltron!reader who works on the 501st base where they maybe have a casual kind of relationship, which is typical for the Zeltron species (basically a bunch of attractive high-energy and high-libido pink people who don't like commitment), and then Reader realizes they're actually developing *feelings.* For this *one* guy (perish the thought).

So, Reader decides they need to quit this before they're in too deep with their emotions, but it turns out Jesse feels the same?

Zeltrons are my favorite Star Wars species and I wish someone would do something with them in canon but oh well at least there's fic and hcs.

I Won't Say I'm In Love

Summary: This thing between you and Jesse is fun. It’s fun, it’s comfortable, and you’re content with how it’s going. He can easily keep up with you in all things. It’s not a relationship. Relationships require commitment and you’re not about that life. And then, one day, you realize that maybe you are.

Pairing: ARC Trooper Jesse x Zeltron F! Reader

Word Count: 1973

Warnings: 18+, no smut but still an adult fic

A/N: I'm not sure this is exactly what you wanted, but I hope you like it anyway.

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“What are you thinking about, beautiful?” Jesse asks as he plays with a strand of your hair. It had been curled, when the night started, but has since lost its curl due to rain and other activities.

You glance at him from where your head is resting on his bare chest, and then you release a theatrical groan and stretch across your bed. “Food, mostly.”

His dark eyes sweep down your bare body, and then focus back on your face, a wide grin crossing his features, “I suppose we did skip dinner.” He muses thoughtfully.

“And who’s fault is that?”

He arches a single brow, “Yours. I came here to pick you up so we can meet our friends at the club, and you jumped me.”

You sit up and hold out a single finger, intent on correcting him, and then you frown and bring your finger to your chin, “...I did do that, didn’t I?”

“It’s okay,” Jesse says as he sits up as well, a slightly smug smirk crossing his face, “I’m gorgeous, it’s understandable.”

An amused huff falls from your lips, and you push him. It doesn’t have any effect, Jesse is both bigger and stronger than you, but the intention gets across well enough.

“I’m stealing your shirt and ordering food,” You announce as you swing your legs off your bed and start searching for the top of his blacks that he was wearing when he arrived. 

It’s gotta be here somewhere, right? Maybe you took it off him in the living room?

You bend over to shift a pile of clothes to see if it ended up under that somehow, and Jesse releases an appreciative whistle. A laugh falls from you as you straighten and shoot him a look, “Really?”

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” His heated gaze drags down your body, and he shifts on the bed, leaning back against the headboard and kicking the sheet down slightly.

He’s already half-hard again.

Honestly, he’s such a man sometimes.

“Come here, babe. Let me show you.” He holds his hand out to you, and it’s tempting. It’s so tempting. He’s very good at sex, after all.

But then, just as you’re about to join him in bed, your stomach rumbles loudly. Jesse’s head falls back against the headboard as he bursts out laughing. He has a booming laugh, and his entire body shakes with his amusement.

And you find yourself staring at him as he laughs. 

You should be offended, right? He’s laughing at you.

Only—

Only, he looks so—

A tiny smile lifts your lips, and you can’t help but think I’d like to make him laugh like that forever.

“Ohh, what’s that look for?” Jesse is still grinning at you, but he’s no longer on the bed. In fact, he’s tugging his lounge pants on, and holding the top of his blacks in one of his hands.

“Look?” You catch the shirt as he tosses it at you, “What look?”

“You have a look.” He walks over to you and lightly catches your chin between two fingers, “It’s a cute look.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sure, sure.” Jesse leans in and kisses the tip of your nose, “Put some clothes on, gorgeous. We need to feed the demon in your stomach.”

You huff and tug the shirt over your head, “I want pizza,”

Jesse makes a face, “Are you sure you wouldn’t just rather order a tub of lard to eat?”

“Ew.” You follow him out of the bedroom and into the living room, “Pizza is more than lard.”

“It’s just as bad for you.” Jesse points out as he grabs your datapad and turns toward you.

“All of the best things in life are,” You counter as you duck under his arm to peer at the screen too.

“Name one,”

“Alcohol.”

“Babe, you don’t even like drinking.”

“I like it! Just not when I can taste it.”

“My point exactly,” Jesse scrolls through one of the food delivery apps, “Oh, how about this place?”

You glance at the restaurant, and tilt your head, “Curry?”

“You like their bread,” He offers temptingly.

“I do like their bread.” You muse thoughtfully, “Alright, order that. As much as you like.”

“You sure?”

“I make plenty of money. I can afford to splurge on a meal for us, Jesse. Don’t worry about it.”

He presses a kiss against your temple, “You’re the best.”

“Yes, I know~” You duck back under his arm to head into the kitchen to start some caf. Do you need it? No, not really. But you want it. “Do you want caf, Jesse?”

“Always,” He calls back to you, “Hey, d’ya mind if I order a dessert?”

“Buy whatever you want, Jesse. I don’t mind.”

You start the machine and then turn to lean against the counter, your gaze lingering on Jesse as he scrolls through the menu across the room. He’s not paying attention to you right now, which means you can take the time to actually admire him.

Jesse’s…handsome.

Handsome and charming. He’s not the funniest, his puns tend to make you groan, cover your eyes, and beg him to stop. He’s easy to talk to, you don’t think he has a judgemental bone in his body. He’s covered in tattoos, the republic cog on his face is his most obvious tattoo, but it’s not his only tattoo.

He’s affectionate. When the both of you are out together, his arm is either around your waist, or around your shoulder, or he’s playing with your hair or your fingers—

The realization comes to you slowly, like a sun rising over the horizon.

You love him.

The idea is laughable, really. 

You’re a Zeltron. Your people don’t do commitment as a rule.

Having a monogamous fuck-buddy is one thing. But a life-partner?

You gaze at Jesse for a moment longer. You should end this.

He’s a good man, Jesse. He deserves better than someone like you. You would be the first one to admit that you’re shallow and petty. If you were a puddle, Jesse could stand in you without even getting the soles of his boots wet.

You’re a terrible person. Quick to dismiss other people’s feelings (ugh) as unimportant. Even quicker to dismiss people who question the decisions you’ve made.

He deserves better than you.

Then Jesse turns to you and flashes a bright grin, and you realize that you can’t let him go. 

Turns out you’re actually a terrible person.

You wonder what you must look like to him right now. Standing here in the kitchen, your hair a mess, wearing his shirt and nothing else.

You wonder what he thinks of you in general. Your relationship was meant to be purely physical with the added bonus of being actual friends. Does he think you’re just some…some slut? He wouldn’t be the first person who categorized you like that and wouldn’t be the last.

But the idea of him thinking of you like that makes your chest ache.

Jesse’s in front of you before you realize it, his smile has vanished replaced with a look of concern as he stands over you. “Babe? Everything alright?” He asks, as he lightly cradles your face in his hands.

No. Nothing is ever going to be alright ever again. Why did I have to catch feelings?

“Do you think I’m a slut?” You ask instead.

Jesse blinks at you, twice. Seemingly astounded by your question. And then you watch, surprised, as something dangerous slides across his face, “Did someone call you that?”

“Yeah, almost daily.” The insult doesn’t bother you, not anymore. But you want to know what he thinks about you.

His expression becomes even more forbidding, “Names. Please. And locations. I just wanna talk to them.”

You blink at him, and then a startled laugh falls from you, “Jesse, babe. I’m a Zeltron, I’ve not been offended by being called a slut since I was a teenager.” You press your hands over his, “I want to know if you personally think I’m a slut.”

He looks pained for a moment, “People have been calling you that since you were a teenager?”

“Jesse.”

“Of course I don’t think you’re a slut. I’ve never thought that.” He tilts your head back slightly, “I think—”

He trails off, and your hands move to his wrists, “You think?”

“You’re amazing.”

“Of course I am.”

He scans your face for a moment, “Where did all of this come from? You’ve never worried about this before.”

You open your mouth to say something and then hesitate.

“Babe? Come on, you can tell me.”

“I just realized that I’m a horrible person, that’s all.”

“You’re not, though!” Jesse’s hands fall to your shoulders, “Listen to me. You have to know that there are a lot of people on Coruscant who don’t even see us as people. And you…you never questioned it. Do you have any idea how amazing that is?”

“That’s, quite literally, the bar on the ground, Jesse.”

He shakes his head, “You’d be amazed at how many people are willing to start digging. You know, I’m not even convinced that General Skywalker sees us as people.”

That’s…a terrifying thought. Your hands tighten around his wrists, and Jesse smiles at you soothingly before he leans in and kisses you gently.

“I have a confession to make, beautiful.”

You tilt your head to the side, “A confession?”

He nods, one of his hands moving to cradle your neck, “I’m afraid I’m in love with you.”

Whatever you were expecting him to say, it wasn’t that.

“And I know that we agreed to keep this,” He gestures to the pair of you, “wholly physical and platonic, but…fuck, beautiful, I can’t do it.”

You open your mouth to say something, but Jesse presses a finger over your lips, there’s something like anxiety on his face.

“You don’t have to say anything. I know that you don’t do complicated and that relationships were never on the table for you,” He says quickly, “I also know that I’m not your only guy, so—”

Wait. What?

“Says who?” You blurt.

“What?”

“What what? Who says that I’m sleeping with other people? Because I’m not.”

Jesse stares at you, “But, when I’m deployed—”

“Sex toys exist for a reason, Jesse.” You counter defensively, “And…well…the only people who might compare to you are your brothers and that just made me feel icky.”

Jesse has an odd look on his face.

“What?”

“I love you.”

“You said that already.”

His lips crash against yours, surprising you. And, while you and Jesse have shared a lot of kisses, none of them have been quite like this before. He’s kissing you like he’s trying to possess you.

Jesse lifts you like you weigh nothing, and sets you on the counter before he slides between your legs, and he does this without breaking the kiss. “You love me,” He mumbles against your lips.

Your face burns with embarrassment, “I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to.” He moves his lips to your neck and bites down, leaving an obvious mark on your pink skin, something he’s never done before. 

He moves his lips a little lower and bites down again, pulling a soft moan from you, “Jess—”

“Take this off,” He murmurs as he tugs on the shirt you're wearing, “I need you.”

“But, food.”

He flashes a sly grin, “We can take a break when it gets here.”

“You’re such a man sometimes,” You complain, but even so, you’re still pulling the shirt off.

“You’ve never complained before.” He kisses you again, his tongue flicking against your lower lip, “Fuck, I love you.”

This time, when he says it, you just giggle and lean into him. Maybe commitment won’t be so bad when Jesse is your other half.

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[thefoxybinch]

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[foxyartchive]

✨Dash Starbolt and his trusty protégé Lyric Ornette✨

[art-finds-a-way]

After Cyrell was made a cyborg against his will, he got kinda ostracized by his peers, people believing being half a machine he lost his humanity. And even some of the younglings get scared of him... One of these younglings is Kayu, the baby nautolan. (I plan to use him in stories later). Poor Cyrell feels awful about his predicament but then an unlikely jedi calls out to him... Hyuura, the falleen-zeltron hybrid, who is also heavily judged for his heritage and very potent pheromones, but due to the tinkering Cyrell went through he became immune to his pheromones so he sees Hyuura for who he is and the two ostracized jedi find company in each other. 

Both of their profiles are on my blog below

[jroahn]

Commission for @/BabblesOfBrooke on twitter

[tiefighters]

He Comes From Zeltros

Art by Hilma Khuriroy || IG  

[ultimateanna]

My fantasy is which cast is best suited for the roles of the main characters in the Star Wars Legacy.

[myevilmouse]

“Don’t look so mortified, kid.” With a good-natured nudge, Han handed Luke a whiskey. “Have a drink, give her your autograph. It’s a celebration.”

“But...” Luke couldn’t speak, eyes wide.

The half-naked Zeltron before him offered a marker, baring her chest.

“I’m going to get it tattooed,” she breathed, “Luke Skywalker, in the flesh.” She dropped a sultry wink. “In my flesh.”

Blushing furiously, Luke scrawled his name above one well-shaped breast.

“Thanks, Mr. Hero,” his admirer smiled. “How many autographs have you signed tonight?”

“You were the first.”

“I won’t be the last, handsome,” she grinned, blowing a kiss.

[tehriel]

Note from the empire: there has been an influx of desertion due to sexy lesbian resistance pilots... someone please look into this.

[apexecutrix]

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