Here You Go Lovely Rats, A Practice Of Mine From A While Ago On Digital Graphite, Kinda Like It. 🐀❤️

to anyone in the areas impacted by the wildfire smoke, my #1 biggest piece of advice as someone whos been dealing with wildfire smoke in the NW united states for years, is build yourself a Corsi-Rosenthal Cube

they perform as well as expensive HEPA air cleaners, and are comparatively VERY inexpensive. all you need is a box fan, 4 air filters, a piece of cardboard, and some duct tape!!!!

i think it took us maybe a half hour to put ours together, if that, and we replace the filters every 3 months. it's really made a HUGE difference, both when the air quality is bad, but also with our allergies

When you have old art just lying about of your sonna (old design) with the turtle gang from ROTTMNT that you made because you couldn't cope with the fact that Netflix was about to remove the first season, and you didn't have access to the second season. 🐀❤️

Rat with extreme levels of anxiety and existential dread.

Hooray! 🎈

Quick,You now live your icon's life,HOW SCREWED ARE YOU?

Crosshair: Alright, what does the cow say?

Baby!Omega: Moo!

Crosshair: What does the dog say?

Baby!Omega: Woof!

Crosshair: What does the pig say?

Baby!Omega: By the order of the empire, you’re under arrest!

Crosshair: I really have taught you well!

gt-abby is doing great things, her work is absolutely adorable. Like, I just want to pinch Omega's cheeks in this artwork. And the story is a whole new level of wholesome! Truely, a piece of work beyond its time.

Echo and Omega

Omega was sitting on the dashboard of the marauder, watching the people of Pabu through the windshield. She wished she could be part of that life again and wondered when the effects of the shrinking would wear off so she could go out and play again- well, as if Hunter will let her.

She heard footsteps on the stairs leading to the hanger of the ship, and guessing by the metallic sound and heaviness, it was Echo, who came into view not long after. He seemed to be looking for something around the ship when he laid eyes on her and a smile grew on his face.

“There you are, I’ve got you something” he said softly as he approached and sat on the chair next to her, rubbing his finger on her hair lightly, though she still felt him slightly pressing her down as he did so.

“What is it?” her eyes shone with anticipation, looking up at his mischievous face as he pulled out something tiny and pink out of his pocket. Omega’s eyes grew as she realized what it was. Echo raised the item up to her, lifting it to her chest level to see if it would fit.

“A dress!” She took it from him and held it out,looking closer at it. It even had embroidery on it, as if made by people of her size.

“Well, will you try it on?” He asked her, pleased that she liked his present.

“Where did you get it?”

“Oh, nothing special, someone was selling doll clothes on the market by the port.” He heard her giggle as she went behind a monitor and changed quickly, walking out soon after with the biggest smile on her face.

“It’s perfect.” She hugged his pointer finger. Echo’s heart melted when he felt her hug. Part of him wished she could stay like this forever, but he knew that would be cruel to her. She’s her own person, after all, and she deserved er freedom, just like every clone should. “Thank you.”

“Aww, it’s nothing.” He chuckled at the sheer cuteness of it all. He wished in all of his heart that he could hug her back, but alas, his other hand wasn’t there anymore.

An idea came to his head and he told her to wait a moment. He got up and walked over to the wall port mainly he used, given he was the only one with a droid arm. Pushing it in, his brain was suddenly filled with all the data of the ship. This always felt weird to him, even if he thought he started getting over it, like he could see, hear and control everything. He chose to change the mood inside the hanger. Music started playing from all over, something calm yet playful. He came back to Omega and held out his hand to her, as if asking her to dance. Omega, full of excitement, graciously accepted and held out her tiny hand and placed it onto his. She began dancing, twirling in place As he held her for support. It was as if everything was normal, and she forgot all about her predicament.

They played like that for what seemed like hours, without getting tired. As if they were completely alone in the galaxy and all of their worries were gone. They almost didn’t feel Hunter walking in, and he watched that unforgettable moment between the two of them as he didn’t have the heart to disturb them.. finally, when Echo turned round, feeling Hunter’s presence, his big smile shrunk when he saw they weren’t alone. Hunter, though, had the biggest smile on his face.

“Please don’t stop on my account.” He said, leaning his body on the metal wall and crossing his arms.

“Hunter!” Omega’s tiny voice squeaked from the dashboard and Echo moved away so they could see each other. “Look, Echo got me a dress! Isn’t it pretty?” She spun in place too show him. Hunter laughed and got closer to see.

“Wow, that’s so nice of you, Echo,” Hunter turned around to look at his cyborg brother, who was blushing slightly. But of course, Hunter could see everything, so he noticed. “It even has tiny embroidery.” Hunter used his finger to brush across Omega’s small figure to feel the tiny stitches. “It’s like it was made just for you, Omega,” Hunter could sense Echo hiding something as he looked away from them. Omega didn’t notice, but Hunter could swear he saw Echo’s blush deepen. Almost like… he made that dress himself.

Totes: (reblogs your question)

Me: 👀 holy shi-

This has given me a great deal of happiness. You are an inspiration to many. But in regards to the fic I was talking about, it was released a long while ago, I read it sometimes around last winter. I don't even think the writer even knew what g/t was! Distinctly remember there being no tags that related to the g/t community. But they were so spot on with the writing it felt like you were there!

Hello totes, your works are amazing and I can never seem to get enough of them. Your pieces actually helped me come out of my shell and start my own works. I've been meaning to ask something though. A while ago, I once read this fic that focused on the bad batch and Omega. It was based around Omega getting struck by a spell/curse by a witch/magic user?and waking up tiny. I have been frantically searching for it for days to no avail. Would you happen to have come across it before?

Hello! Yes the author is gt-Abby and I reblogged the fic I think you talking about not too long ago! I’m so glad you’ve started writing too, the Star Wars g/t community is far too small 😪 I’ve really liked what you’ve written as well and I am hoping to get back into updating hopefully soonish!

FINALLY! (Click for better quality, looks better up close)

after several days of working on this piece, I have finished! Helped freshen up on some of my art skills and such.

So, ya'll may be wondering as to who in the kark this girl is? Welp, do ya'll remember my pieces of my clone trooper Shrike? This is Shrike, they are the one and the same. Now bear with me, I know that some may think that is stupid and doesn't make sense. So I will be explaining that in a sec. I have been waiting to go into detail about Shrike's background and info till I have their face design, and such, done. So now is the time to get into what is my cringe worthy thoughts of my clone trooper Sonna. HORRAY!

(take note that these are at risk of change)

Background:

A long while back, the Kaminoans were doing a series of tests to perfect their decommissioning tactics. Using the cloning material of REDACTED, they cloned a total of 666 test subjects.

They were not given increased aging as that was still in the works

Each subject was killed off, one by one, till they got to the youngest of them, EDC-666. At that point, the kaminoans had just about lost interest and the last clone was left to rot, forgotten, in a crypto pod.

Fastforward to about 9-10 years before the start of the clone wars, A kaminoan assistant happened upon the forgotten clone. Bringing up their finding to the head scientists, it was decided after much heated debate that the random subject would be used for a side training experiment.

Thus, EDC-666 became ECT-666.

Training:

It was decided that ECT-666 would be trained in assassination and black ops training.

Most of their weapon training specialized with melee weapons for quieter executions.

ECT-666's favoritism of longer blades and throwing knives did not go unnoticed.

Due to their small size, they exceled at stealth and hiding.

As a result of ECT-666's obvious difference in appearance to the other clones, they were trained separately, and not permitted to be seen by anyone else but the kaminoans and the trainers.

A good portion of their usual trainers showed disgust towards ECT-666. Many interactions left them with bruises or at worst a broken bone or two.

This led to ECT-666 having to learn to see to their own wounds, in fear of the Kaminoans seeing them as a damaged product.

In addition, a chunk of ECT-666's training followed the ARC-trooper programs. So, they were unofficially, partially trained as an arc.

Physical Apperance:

At the start of the clone wars, ECT-666 is roughly 15 years of age, standing at exactly 5'0.

They are of female origin, are naturally blond, with blue-green eyes (Hazel?).

Receives during their time in the war several scars; one traces across their right eye and nose, an acid burn scar on the left cheek that resulted in lack of said cheek, spiderweb like scars on their right arm from blacking and explosion, and various other small scars here and there. A singular scar runs around their left shoulder, was a result of a training session that went too far.

Mental State:

Unknown to the Kaminoans, ECT-666 has some of the memories of the other clones like them from the decommissioning tests. Most of said memories were of their deaths and the harsh treatments they received. They most come from nightmares and when they get a sense of deja vu. ECT-666 has no idea as to why, but they don't let it slip.

Due to the collective trauma; of watching clones being decommissioned, grueling training, and somehow having a vast number of the memories of the other clones of REDACTED. ECT-666 suffers from PTSD, depression, anxiety, and stress.

ECT-666 most likely has ADHD that they inherited from their template. Additionally, they are semi on the autistic scale.

Has zero self-restraint to jump headfirst into danger.

There will be more to come soon, so keep your eyes out for it! ❤️🐀

Republic Commando March (with music)

This was stuck in my head on my way home from work today (I had this vision of the Delta Ducklings following Mama Boss around), and instead of going to bed after dinner like I needed, I decided to create this.

I didn't choose the RepComm brainrot, the RepComm brainrot chose me

Like always, I apologise for the animation quality, I have no idea what I'm doing (#storyofmylife). Also apologies for not every frame being timed right, but that software hates me and I still haven't found the time nor patience to master this software (and I'll probably never will).

Republic Clone Army March © John Williams / Lucasfilm

I'll probably drop stills of the helmets tomorrow but I'm off to bed now like the responsible adult I am byeeee

Taglist (read to join): @aknightreaderr @returnofthepineapple @sunshinesdaydream @kotemf @thecoffeelorian @star-wars-lycanwing-bat @bixlasagna @dreamie411 @heidnspeak @earlgreyci @cyaretra @bulletproofskoll

[Video ID: a white background with Katarn-style helmets lined up in a row, with Boss in front, Fixer second, then Sev, and lastly Scorch. On the marching rhythm of the 'Republic Clone Army March' song (well I tried), the helmets move forwards like they're marching, looping back around making them march on and on and on. /end ID]

This, hands down, has got to be one of THE best g/t writings I've ever had fortune of reading!! 🐁❤️

Tiny!Omega AU - The Bad Batch

Here it is! The first chapter of my shorter project.

If you’ll enjoy please don’t forget to reblog!

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Hunter heard a shout. It was so small even he almost missed it. But it made him stop in his tracks.

“Omega?” he was spinning in place, looking for the source of the faint voice he heard. He’d recognize his little sister’s anywhere. Suddenly he saw a tiny figure standing on one of the rocks right by the sea. He got closer. Once he was close enough, he couldn’t believe his eyes.

His little- well, older- sister, was looking up at him from the rock she was on, at about 9 centimeters tall. She was as big as his hand. He was standing there looking down at her in disbelief for what seemed like forever. He didn’t even know where to begin asking questions. But it was broken when one of the bigger waves splashed on the rock she was standing on and his dad instinct kicked in; as soon as Omega turned around to look at what was rushing towards her, she was whisked away as Hunter grabbed her in his hands, so fast her breath was taken away from her. He held her close to his chest as the wave crashed on the rock. She could feel him breathing heavily. He was holding her quite tightly, but too tight she couldn’t breathe.

“Hunt-“

“Omega! What is this, what happened to you? Do you have any idea how dangerous it is going out without telling me?” He was holding her up to his face, all of her field of vision was just him. She began panicking. Before he could get an answer, he felt though his fingers that her breath increase in speed as tears started streaming down her face. Hunter was taken aback. This took him back to the time on Cut’s farm. He remembered what he told him. He felt a little guilty then.

“I don’t know!... I didn’t even know when I fell asleep, but I woke up like this. Hunter… please I… I don’t know what to do I-“ she began sobbing uncontrollably and Hunter was left there in shock, holding a tiny person I his hands.he just stared. What can he do? He turned to look at the sea, hearing the sea birds start circling them. He feared they might grab at her so he began sprinting up towards the Marauder at the top of the mountain.

Hunter passed by the people of Pabu without giving them a second glance, hugging Omega to his chest. He didn’t want to cause a scene by someone seeing a tiny person, so he held her tight and covered her with his whole hands.

Omega felt a drop in her stomach when Hunter took off without warning, and that was enough to break her out of the panic attack. She heard Hunter brushing against people as he ran up the mountain, and she felt him slowly beginning breathing heavier even through his armor. She could do nothing but wait and endure the bumps and uneven surface she was sitting on. She was surrounded by him, his fingers curling around her as his palm was used as a seat. Only sun beams came through, and she wasn’t able to see much but her brother’s giant digits. That thought made her heart drop to her stomach again. How was she so small he could actually hold her in his hands? She was the height of his waist just a few hours ago and she wasn’t even done growing. How could this have happened? So many questions and none were answerable.

Before long, Hunter arrived at the top of the mountain that contains the little town of Pabu and ran up the ship’s stairs. He placed Omega carefully on the dashboard before falling into the nearest chair he could find. Omega was frozen in place, watching every movement of his. Even though he was further away now, he was still so… huge. She could feel the subtle vibrations in the ship after every step he took, not to mention the earthquake that was him falling in the chair. But when his gaze fell on her again, that was something else. She gulped. She knew she didn’t need to fear him. He was Hunter, her big little brother. He always took care of her and saved her every time she was in danger. But now… just the absolute sheer size of him gave her pause. She felt helpless, thinking about just how easily he whisked her off of her feet back on the beach.

She saw his expression change. After he caught his breath, his eyes became softer yet held some concern in them. But he said nothing. He just observed her.

On his end, however, all he could see was his terrified little girl from the time they came to rescue her for the first time on Kamino. Nothing actually changed much in the way he saw her. He was merely confused as to how this could have happened. In all his time as a soldier he has never encountered such a peculiar situation. He didn’t know what to do, how to comfort her. It seemed like anything that he might do might scare her, and the last thing he wanted in the world was for her to be scared of him. And she was staring at him with those big eyes of hers, like a deer in headlights. It hurt him to see her like this. He just had to do something about it, but what?

“Omega…” He whispered, his voice giving way to no emotion. Her eyes bounced and fixated on his face. He leaned in, but she cowered away instinctively, and he froze. “Don’t be afraid.” He persisted and drew closer. Omega didn’t move. Her heart told her to run, but her head knew she didn’t need to. Hunter came close enough to touch her, and he slowly brushed his fingers around her face. She could see worry in his face; his eyebrows pressed together above his nose. He was examining her so carefully and touching her face so gently she barely even felt it. And when his fingers came into contact with her skin, she felt the need to just hold them right there. His touch was comforting. She leaned in closer and closed her eyes, using her entire arms to keep him from moving. He smiled and his face softened.

“I should contact the rest of the batch.” He exhaled. How they would give them the news was beyond him, but they should know, nevertheless. He slowly pulled away and walked over to his helmet and put it on. Clicking on the button near his ear, turning on the comms.

“99, anyone copy?”

“Copy,” Echo’s voice came on first, almost immediately after Hunter made the call.

“We have a situation.”

Soon, everyone else answered, and he urged them to come back to the ship for a meeting, something urgent. Wrecker groaned, as usual, having been in the middle of something, but he came, nonetheless. They all gathered in the hanger minutes later, looking at Hunter expectantly.

“Well, what is it?” Wrecker asked impatiently. None of the men in the batch seemed to have noticed their tiny sister on the dashboard.

“Something weird happened. I don’t know yet what caused it, but Omega’s… well,” he glanced over at her, and everyone followed his gaze.

“What the-“ as if right on queue they all just gasped. Even Tech showed surprise on his face. Omega felt like she wanted the earth to just swallow her whole. Wrecker stomped over, his face suddenly taking on the entirety of her field of vision.

“THAT’s Omega?” He exclaimed and made Omega cover her ears. That was too much for her.

“Wrecker, be gentle…” Hunter shoved him away as he mumbled an apology. He then scooped her up and held her to their eye level as she cowered. Being cornered like that in front of four giant men made her feel so exposed. A frightening thought popped into her head- they could literally do whatever they wanted with her, like a doll. Hunter held her up like. Trophy, and she had nowhere to hide. For the. First tie ever, she was scared of her brothers.

Echo, shaking off his shock, was the first to notice.

“Hunter, let her have some space, come on.” He gently took her from Hunter’s hands and placed her back on the dashboard. Hunter felt a pinch of guilt in his heart. He never meant to put her on the spot like that. “Are you okay? what happened?” Echo lowered himself to her eye level, so she won’t have to strain her neck looking up at him. Omega was still cowering. She raised her courage and told them about how she woke up on the beach alone, the size of a commlink, as Hunter was looking for her, and how he saved her from the giant wave that threatened to drown her, how he ran up the entire mountain to get her to the safety of their starship. At the end of her story, she’d left Echo pondering.

“And you don’t know what made you like this? You can’t recall anything, can you?”

“No, sorry…”

“It’s okay, we’ll figure it out.” Echo turned around to the rest of his brothers. “So, what do we do now?”

“We’ve got to figure out what got Omega into this state. Echo, Tech, you two go don to the beach and search it for anything out of the ordinary. Wrecker, you go get something to eat. I’ll stay here with Omega.” Hunter took the lead as usual, and everyone nodded and went off to their tasks. Echo glanced back at Omega with a reassuring smile before leaving

I have started the first chapter, the next chapter is where the real fun starts. ill link it here, hope you like it! 🐀❤️ https://www.tumblr.com/tacticaltutter/762903056395468800/fear-in-safety?source=share

Random G/t question

Hey G/t peeps Here is a little question for you all Which non videogame duo would be a perfect g/t duo for you, who would be which role and why do you think it would work perfectly, hell even if it doesn't work perfectly and is just random.