I Love Them With All My Heart

loki being immortal and watching mantis die but then she's already standing behind him in her new body

silly aside i think it's cool to know in mantis' comic lore she basically becomes a spiritual goddess

Nothing better than cats being cute to cope.

I have a lot of ideas and wips, I already sketched The Bad Batch in a big cat pile together cuddling and a I want to draw ref sheets for each one too.

Seeing familiar faces again...

DEE PLS, LET ME HAVE ONE MOMENT WHERE I’M NOT CRYING

I started liking SpicyNoodles, so them <3

SG Soundwave thinking SG Blaster Vibes are rancid lol What would he think of Og blaster's vibes? XD

i think eventually they should become best friends

He’s a dad your honor

Bad Batch/His Dark Materials AU!

Here’s The Batch with their daemons! Be warned I have so many thoughts behind this AU. So leave now if you don’t want to read my absolute essay of a lore dump.

My idea for this AU is that all the clones tend to have dogs daemons, both in line with the whole ‘clones are the same’ idea and ‘dogs who follow orders’ stereotype, but also this idea in this universe that the ‘Vode’ are a “pack” of sorts. Generally the clones’ daemons are dog breeds with pointy ears. And battalions usually get made up of clones with same dog breeds as daemons (the 501st has mostly huskies/malamutes and the 212th has mostly German Shepards/Belgian Malanois for example). All of this to say, Clone Force 99 stands out even more in this AU because of their daemons. “Regs” who have daemons that deviate from the ‘normal’ type of daemon clones’ have, get terminated. Though for clones to have daemons that settle into something ‘abnormal’ is rare to begin with. So The Bad Batch having not-dog daemons AND being allowed to live is kinda the main reason of tension between The Batch and the ‘Regs’.

Some more details about TBB in this AU: 

Because Ghost is albino, she has sensitive eyes and bad vision in general. Which is an interesting duality to Crosshair’s exceptional eyesight. 

All through out s1-3 of TBB I imagine Omega’s daemon (Delta) hasn’t settled, and she shifts between a bird of prey and different dogs breeds. And Delta often will shift into the same animal as the other Batchers’ daemons when interacting with them. It’s not until Omega escapes Tantis with Crosshair that Delta settles into a Timber Wolf.

Echo’s daemon (Mimic) was originally a grey husky, but after being captured by techno Union she starts to shift into different dog breeds. This is very unparalleled, it’s very rare for daemons to shift again after they originally settle. And it’s NEVER happened to a clone before. Its not until Echo joins The Bad Batch that Mimic settles again as an Australian Cattle Dog. Though it takes even longer than that for Echo and Mimic to become comfortable with each other again.

… saw that time travel to the future Drabble and can we please have a continuation of that? With 8, 16, and 11 please?

8. “You’re* not as subtle as you think.” *(line has been altered slightly to fit the fic) / 11. “Do you want a hug?”

TW death mention

Continuation of this

MK sat in silence on top of one of the piles of treasure in Wukong’s treasure room as he watched the past members of the Journey to the West, along with the past Sun Wukong, asked the current Monkey King as many questions as possible. From where he was sitting, he could see his mentor’s nervous smile, the way he moved like he was desperately trying to avoid letting anything be known. Sun Wukong seemed to have noticed his future self’s strange behaviour too, if the way he was leaning against a wall and staring at him with a look of suspicion was any indication.

The others though...well MK wasn’t sure if they had noticed or not. There’d been a strange look between all of them when Monkey King had hurriedly shoved them past the remains of the small mural, but otherwise they’d simply been acting curious about the future, not about anything else.

MK let out a sigh, and then a tap on his back made him jump, standing up and turning around, summoning the staff.

He quickly lowered the weapon when he found a snickering Sun Wukong behind him.

“When did you- never mind.” MK didn’t need his mentors past self to boast about how he snuck up behind him. “What are you doing up here, instead of down there with everyone else?”

“Eh, I already know everything there is to know about myself.” Wukong said, putting his hands behind his back and summoning his cloud to relax upon. “There’s no new information here to be gained.”

MK glanced at the monkey’s laid back attitude then, looked back down at Monkey King’s stressed appearance, then back at Sun Wukong.

“Are you...sure?” MK asked, “I mean-”

“He looks stressed? Yeah, I know. Future me isn’t as subtle as he thinks he is.” Wukong hummed. “I know everything I need to just from how he looked when he saw us.”

MK paused.

He...has had a sneaking suspicion about Monkey King’s past for a while. And, if his past self, who it hadn’t happened to yet, had just found out about it-

Wukong didn’t look at MK, just stared up at the ceiling.

“They’re going to die, right?” He said, though it didn’t sound as much like the question it should be, and more like a resolute realization. “Something’s going to happen, and I’m going to loose them.”

MK didn’t answer. To be completely honest, he didn’t fully know the answer. He knew that the original members of the Journey To The West definitely weren’t around anymore, other than Monkey King that is. But he didn’t know when, where, or how that had happened. Monkey King had never brought it up, and MK knew better than to ask about something that upsetting unprompted.

Still though, Sun Wukong seemed to be taking this...better than anyone reasonably should be.

Sun Wukong was still staring up at the ceiling, avoiding eye contact.

...He seemed to be taking this well. The key word, of course, being “seemed”.

“Do you want a hug?” MK asked, and Sun Wukong’s cloud vanished from underneath of him, the others thankfully too distracted with asking Monkey King about how a laptop worked than to notice the loud clang as Sun Wukong smacked on top of the pile of treasure.

“Huh?!” Wukong quickly pulled himself back up, looking frazzled. “What- of course not- why would I-”

MK walked forwards and pulled the past version of his mentor into a hug. The monkey immediately tensed, hands twitching, but MK didn’t let go.

“K-kid, I don’t know why my future self decided to train you, but if you don’t let go of me in the next 5 seconds you’re gonna get your head cut off.” Wukong mumbled, and yet, despite his words, leaned a bit more into MK’s touch.

MK let it last for about a minute, just to silently prove the point that Wukong would not, in fact, injure him over a hug, before letting him go.

Sun Wukong rubbed his arm, glancing away from MK before glancing back down at his friends and his future self.

“...We should probably return to our own time soon, huh.” He said, watching the way Monkey King sidestepped away from Wujing, who had been moving to pat him on the back. “I imagine this...probably hurts my future self even more than he’s already letting on.”

“Probably.” MK agreed, “But don’t worry, me and Pigsy and the others will take care of it.”

Wukong hummed, scratching the side of his face a bit, before turning his back to MK.

“I’m..not sure how much of this I’m going to remember.” He said, “Or, how much he remembers. But, just in case I don’t remember it... thank you, MK.”

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