The Dream Team Right There

We are thrilled to announce that we are extending our preorder dates! Pabu Days will continue to be available for preorder until the end of December, making it the perfect holiday gift for any Bad Batch fan you know!

Post apocalyptic Crosshair with guitar (it can also be used as a weapon btw). Concept by @devinsisland.

Var lath Vir Suledin....!! And so it did, vhenan -- I just imagine that at some point laughter returns to the two of them as the weight of their lives becomes easier to shoulder together.

the clone wars appreciation week  →  favorite clone

The name’s Rex. But you’ll call me Captain or Sir.

Bad Batch cadets could have their own show

For the kiss roulette:

Crosslo and 32. A kiss while someone watches.

I’m dying to see how this happens with someone as private as Crosshair 👀

Thank you for the ask! I looooove writing Crosslo so I was very excited to write this! I think it's a little different take than you might expect, so let me know what you think!

A Pabu Tradition

Omega’s squeal nearly made Crosshair jump out of his skin, as it was rather unexpected and jarring on a peaceful evening such as this. He whipped around, reluctantly torn from where he’d been gazing at Arlo’s profile as she stood by his side on the balcony, looking out at the ocean. Arlo turned with him, and they were greeted with the sight of Omega sitting on the couch beside Lyana, her hands clamped over her mouth, eyes wide with excitement. Lyana extended an arm, pointing up above Crosshair’s head. He raised his eyes and frowned in confusion at the archway above him. Hanging from the archway was a blue flower with intricate purple stripes along the length of the petals. It was dangling upside down from the arch, which was adorned with garlands and other flowers of all kinds, decorated as it was for the Life Day celebrations. “If you’re standing under the flower, you gotta kiss! It’s a Life Day tradition on Pabu,” Lyana explained, grinning from ear to ear. At this point, Omega’s squeal of delight had drawn quite a bit of attention, as many of the party goers turned and pretended to subtly shuffle towards the balcony, forming an audience in the large living area of Shep’s house where the party was being held. Crosshair narrowed his eyes, surveying the crowd with distaste. There was nothing subtle about it, as far as he was concerned. To Crosshair, intimacy was a private thing; he didn’t understand what everyone was so curious about. Even Hunter and Wrecker were amongst the intrigued onlookers. Wrecker was wearing a shit-eating grin and beside him, Hunter raised an eyebrow, smirking at Crosshair from across the room. Crosshair huffed an offended breath as he watched his eldest brother cross his arms over his chest and cock his chin. It was a silent challenge; Hunter didn’t think he’d do it. He didn’t believe Crosshair would kiss Arlo with so many eyes upon them. Crosshair would have liked to say he’d matured since his days as an army brat in the GAR. He liked to think he’d grown beyond such brotherly competitiveness. But as he turned and grabbed Arlo about the waist, pulling her into his arms, he knew he was the same petty bastard he’d always been. And he wasn’t about to let Hunter be right. Arlo gasped, eyes wide as he leaned in close, their noses nearly touching. “Well, if it’s tradition,” Crosshair drawled, smirking down at the beautiful woman in his arms. Arlo’s bright green eyes, sparkling with exhilaration and desire, drew him closer. Without a second thought he leaned down, dipping Arlo with one hand securely behind her back and tangled his other hand in her long blonde hair, supporting her as he kissed her. The shouts and cheers of the crowd as they kissed brought an unfortunate warmth to Crosshair’s cheeks, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Arlo’s lips were soft and sweet as always, and his heart hammered in his chest as they kissed; he could still hardly believe she was his. When he pulled away, he kept his arms around Arlo, smiling down at her as she let out a shaky breath. The room faded out for a moment as he was struck by how beautiful she was, green eyes scrunching up as she smiled and laughed, her cheeks rosy and warm as she blushed. He knew he was a lucky man. A whistle from across the room had Arlo blushing even more and hiding her face in his shoulder with a giggle. Crosshair turned and glared at Hunter, who made a show of nodding and clapping, deferring to Crosshair as the winner of their unspoken competition. Crosshair shook his head and smirked, then wrapped his arm around Arlo’s shoulders and led her away from the eyes of the gathered onlookers who were finally beginning to disperse.

Hope everyone is having a wonderful, wonderful weekend, that the creative juices are flowing, and that the creation process of your Clone x OC piece is going well! We are so, so, so excited to see everyone’s entries, and we can’t wait until February is here! If you have any questions regarding the event, please don’t hesitate to send us an ask✨

In the meantime, we’d like to collect some statistics. To the people who are participating in the Clone x OC week, we’d like to ask you:

Which clone(s) are you creating your Clone x OC week entries(s) for?

Tell us in the replies!

Alone

Summary: After the Inquisition vanquishes Corypheus, Eldhira Lavellan returns to the secluded cave in Crestwood, bearing a broken heart as she mourns one who yet lives, but has vanished from her side all the same.

Fandom: Dragon Age

Pairing: Solas x Female Lavellan

Rating: G

Word count: ~1,100

Not my usual fandom but all the buzz around Veilguard has really inspired me to finally write and post something for Solavellan, which I honestly can’t believe I’ve never done before now… I’ve been writing their story in my head for the last 10 years as I awaited the sequel to DAI, so I had to add a little fic to the mix. Hope y’all enjoy :)

You'll never guess what we've been working on ☀️☀️☀️

Happy Fox day!