I HAS RISEN FROM MY COFFIN!

what character from the bad batch/clone wars should I draw with my sonna clone trooper Shrike; using this amazing image as a base?

Draw your characters

Fear in Safety #3

Man, two chapters in one day, I'm on a roll! I hope you lovely people like this chapter, it has a good amount of angst, but ends in tooth rotting fluff. Cross is an absolute softy when it comes to making sure Omega is ok. Enjoy, Tutter out! 🐀❤️

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_Chapter 3_

Omega yelps in distress as she feels large, strong digits wrap around her body, holding her in place. She can’t move, she’s trapped. Her breathing hitches as more tears work their way down her face. Throat seeming too small to properly breath. The giant fingers have her wrapped in a tight enough hold that she can’t wiggle her way out.

But that doesn’t stop her from attempting to escape, as she frantically pushes with her free arm, but her efforts are worthless, they don’t move. “No, No, No, No, No, No, No!” She cries as she struggles. The sudden nausea that overtakes her is nearly blinding as she can only guess that she is being lifted up from the ground. A loud, shaky gasp breaks her train of thought. Looming above her, impossibly huge, encompassing her entire field of vision, is Crosshair. The sight alone makes her flinch and her hyperventilation increases. Her mind feels clouded, she won’t be able to stay awake for long if she doesn’t figure out a way out fast.

“Omega?” A whisper, though loud to her, escapes Crosshair. He seems worried, very worried. His eyes are somewhat blown wide, brows creased down, and his mouth hangs slightly open. Open enough to see inside his mouth, toothpick limp in the corner.

“C-Cross?!” She can’t seem to break eye contact, it feels like he is staring directly into her soul.

The sudden shift of his hand causes her to jolt, breaking her eye contact. “Hey. Hey, it’s ok… It’s ok kid.” His voice impossibly soft, whispers above her as he moves his hands to gently hold her. Omega, now sitting in his cupped hands, can’t seem to keep her panic down. When she is given room, she instinctively backs up, only to meet his curled fingertips to her back. She flinches from the contact, trying her best to silence a yelp, but it still comes out. Crosshairs shoulders drop, his gaze is glazed over with sadness at her reaction.

“Omega-” The sound of Tech calling her name brings back her somewhat receding panic. As she quickly turns her head to look at Tech, who stands to the side behind Crosshair. Their collective stare on her figure makes her duck her head, the flow of panic getting stronger. Her arms wrap around her legs as she curls in on herself.

The sight of ONE of her Vod standing impossibly large scared her immensely, but TWO was an entirely different story. They are so much bigger than her, she is at their complete mercy, and that doesn’t sit right with her. They could do whatever they wanted, that thought made her feel small, useless. As her lungs continued to heave, a finger met her back in a rubbing motion, an attempt to calm her. But it did the opposite as she shied away violently from the touch. Crosshair released a sigh as he kept his gaze on her shaking form, wishing to provide her comfort, but he didn’t know how.

Tech's eyes darted towards the coach as he lifted his hand onto Cross’ shoulder and motioned towards it with his head. Cross nodded in understanding, making his way over, his strides impossibly long, each step shaking her form. He gave her an apologetic glance at the movement. As he knelt down beside the black family couch, Tech set a few pillows to act as a seat of sorts, elevating her from the couch. Crosshair, ever so gently, laid her shaken body on the pillows, and backed up a bit, taking a seat next to Tech in front of the couch, now meeting eye to eye with Omega. The silence was almost deafening as they continued to stare at each other, not knowing what to say.

Tech is the first to speak. “Omega… What… happened?” he silently questioned his hand gesturing to her small, curled up form.

His question broke her from her frightened trance, and she looked down at herself, unsure how to respond. “I-I... don’t kn-know…. I’m sorry.” she responds quietly, her face turned to the side avoiding their gaze. A quiet sob escapes her quivering lips, the backs of her hands reaching her eyes in a feeble attempt to brush off the tears.

“Omega, it is perfectly fine to feel scared in a situation such as this, we do not judge you for that. You are safe, we are here for you.” Tech’s statement brings her a bit of comfort that helps her bite the panic down a notch. She nods in understanding as she meets his gaze.

Her breath hitches in the back of her throat as a single digit, presumably Cross’ thumb, reaches towards her. It stops moving, she breathes in and steals herself as she looks at him and gives him a small nod. His thumb continues to move closer at a snail's pace till it gently rests on her arm, rubbing up and down. His touch is notably warm, her body instinctively leans into the comforting touch, though he momentarily freezes for a sec before continuing to comfort her.

Tech gets up and backs up, walking towards the door, he turns back. “I’m gonna com Hunter and Wrecker, update them on… this. I’ll be right back.” And with that, he steps out the door, leaving Omega and Crosshair in the living room.

They continue to enjoy the quiet and relax, or as much as Omega could. Her stomach was still set in what felt like a permanent drop. Looking up made her uneasy. “Quiet doesn’t suit you kid. What’s up?” He asks with a knowing smile.

Omega has to do a double take, unsure at first if it was intentional or not. “Did… Did you seriously just use a pun?” Omega deadpans as his smirk widens. Why that little-

“Well, you know what they say, being short has its ups and downs, but mostly downs.” he finishes, barely containing the small huff of laughter that threatens to make itself known.

“Why you little-” she jokingly retorts before Crosshair snorts and starts to double over, failing to cover a wheeze. Omega tilts her head, unsure what was so funny until it connects.

“No… I did not just make a pun… No.” She airs out her realization in a fit of giggles. Crosshair continues to muffle his cackling for Omega’s sake as she joins him with her own laughter. As their laughter died down, Omega notes how her eyes keep on dropping.

She doesn’t know how she feels about sleeping at the moment, but her decision is already made. “I’ll keep watch if you need kid, it’s ok.” Crosshair senses her drowsiness. His eyes scanning her exhausted form, her eyes red and puffy, and her hair all over the place.

“you .. you sure?” Omega asks quietly. Sure, she feels uneasy, but this Cross, her “little” brother.

“Deadly” he responds, getting a small giggle from the girl. She nods her head and looks around. Understanding her uneasiness of the situation, he takes it upon himself to gently pick her up and hold her as he sits back against the couch. She responds with a startled yelp, but he shushes her, cradling her small form to his chest as she lets sleep take over as she listens to the welcoming beat of his heart.

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

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[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 is so freaking cute that I might explode from the shear amount of serotonin it gives me!!!

(I absolutely love the idea/headcannon of Wrecker knitting, to precious!)

Crosscember 2024:

1. Sweater Cross

Trying to get back to drawing after over a year 🥹

Hello fellow Rats, tis I, Tutter. I present a scribble portrait, enjoy and I wish y'all many blessings! 🐁❤️

Littlest Clone (Bad Batch G/t) Ch 2

Chapter 2: Cursed

The ringing in her ears brought Omega slowly back to the land of the living as the once intense pressure of her body dulled away into soreness. She tried to reach for lula, her stuffed animal, but no matter where she reached she couldn't seem to obtain what she was looking for.

Omega groaned as she decided she’d have to get up; Pulling herself more and more awake she peeled her eyes open, trying to adjust to the intense blur she had from the deep and very restless sleep she just tried to receive. 

When her eyesight returned she froze as the world around her seemed yards away, the gunner seat-made room was as big as a kaminoan facility and when she slowly looked to her left the suddenly hulking figure of her lula doll rested at least a few arm lengths away.

“No this…This is just a dream- Just a dream..” Omega choked out as she shook her head, slapping her cheeks and trying not to cry more, “Wake up Omega- Wake up!”

Everytime she tried to open her eyes and return to her normal life she was met with the same overwhelming sight of a giant stuffed animal, with an even more enormous space she had once called her cubby room.

She had shrunk!

Her breathing picked up as she started to panic at the intense realization what she was witnessing was more than likely real, Omega shakily scooted back as her head towered up and up to everything so big but she had forgotten the ledge of her room as she felt her hands slip away and her world fall back.

She let out a terrified scream as she fell backwards through heavy silk curtains to her room and only then managed to grip onto metal last minute.

Omega was now dangled on the gunner's mount, only a few inches tall, and very much fearing for her life!

She cried out as her hands started to ache and she was failing fast to pull herself up, “HUNTE- AH!” 

She cried out in horror as time slowed and she started to make the long and fatal fall down-

Before she could hit the cold metal floor of the ship a blast of air swooped around her and with a rough and quick thud she landed in a ball of warmth that enclosed tight around her.

Was she dead? She couldn’t see anything nor move…maybe this was…but then?

Why could she hear nothing but a loud pounding of a heart?

Omega seemed to have stayed in the bunched up position wherever she was for a good bit because once she realized she was in fact not dead she slowly touched her warm and leathery prison only for it to suddenly jolt.

Slowly light broke through and she had to shield her eyes as finally she realized what saved her was a hand…a giant hand.

The returning ‘small’ panic returned as she fumbled back hazily against large fingers that shakily curled upwards to keep her from falling more. The enormous figure belonging to the hand finally cleared in her sight as the wide and shocked eyes of Hunter looked right down at her.

“Ome…Omega?” He breathed out, seeming very out of breath and in shock to have in one moment been fast asleep in his bunk to being shot awake and lurching forward in instinct to catch a now…tiny Omega.

“Hun-te-no! St-Stay back!” Omega scrambled wildly in her own sheer panic, unable to comprehend everything going on as she fought against the growing grip securing her.

“Omega! Omega it’s ok- it’s ok it’s me!” Hunter hushed his voice as he tried to coax the tiny girl down and keep her from hurting herself further but her panicked expression couldn't seem to read him so he used a tactic he had once used before when she was plagued with nightmares…

Omega felt herself be pressed against something firm and warm as a heartbeat now sounded in her ears, she squeezed her tear filled eyes tight as a small pressure on her back ever so slightly shifted into a rubbing pattern.

Was she safe…? This felt familiar…

Hunter sighed in relief as the small struggle stopped and Omega eased into his chest little by little. He could hear the hammering of her little pulse and even more through the heavy scent of fear, It broke his heart…

After a short bit of simply laying on the floor and very gently rubbing a thumb on her back he could feel her pulse slow as if she had entered sleep. Only then did he decide it was safe to pull her away into cupped hands to observe what exactly all of this was.

Omega laid curled in his coarse hands, her chest falling and rising slowly. She had to have only been five inches and piecing some things together Hunter figured she must have fallen out of her bed through her own unrealized panic. He looked behind him at the bunks where not a single of his brothers had even budged from their sleep to the commotion, He was now beyond grateful for his enhanced senses and even more for his fast reflexes.

Hunter knew he’d have to go about the next few hours more carefully; Waking Omega, Telling the boys, restraining Tech, finding some sort of solution to whatever this was…

For now to ease his mind he’d settle with taking a quiet moment to think and let Omega sleep, Atleast now somewhere secure.

Slowly getting up Hunter carefully held Omega to his chest as he went to the front of the ship where things would be more quiet.

Another older scribble portrait piece I've done, did this when my parents had gotten tickets for one of his shows for my birthday. Enjoy fellow Rats, Tutter out! 🐁❤️

look at 'em, grabbin' his lil feet. So stinkin adorable my body is going to kersplod!!!

Everytime @chiliger drops clone tubies art I get it by a wave of baby fever, so now you guys will have to suffer with me through this one

Domino’s Anchor: Hevy’s Legacy

A new song dropped from Burim Fazliu 😁