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ive wondered lately- do u think omega blames herself sometimes for crosshair losing his hand?
because like she's always blamed herself for a lot of bad things that happened to the people around her and i saw omega's horrified expression when she saw he had lost his hand, which made me wonder.
crosshair was terrified of tantiss (for a good reason) and never wanted to go back, but he decided to for omega because he thought he owed her after everything. he went back to tantiss for mainly her and in turn ended up losing his hand when trying to infiltrate.
i can imagine even just one day back on pabu when crosshair is experiencing phantom pain and she feels guilty about it, even though he would never blame her. someone please tell that little girl that everything that happened wasn't her fault because i don't doubt that it stuck with her even after the empire stopped looking for her. o(-(
ouch
To the The Bad Batch!
Woohoo bringing Kneko and Carlos to the SW universe!!
Here's my girl Kneko design!
She does have her arms, I just refuse to draw it in the reference because I'm scared that I would ruin it.
Her son Carlos!
My boy is in for a traumatic experience
Again he does have arms-
And a doodle!
He's showing her some information he found on some plants. Then Omega and Carlos in the background just being kids (人*´∀｀)｡*ﾟ+
I will digitalize these drawings soon
Order 66 ended Squad 99...
After counting the board there are 55 tally marks:successful missions. Add 11 more and that is a total of 66 tallies...
When the Batch return to their sunken barracks on Kamino for whatever reason there are still only 55 tallies. We clearly witnessed Wrecker marking the last 11 in the first episode BUT WHATEVER.
That last mission together is where everything fell apart. The Jedi Order, the GAR, and The Bad Batch. Order 66 ended the Jedi Order, as it ended Clone Force 99.
A peek...
Alright I’m bored, needing depth for my Fanfic, gonna analyze the Bad Batch’s barracks.
It’s a mess, clear cut right off the start which shows how little Kaminoan discipline of cleanliness (conditioning) was in affect in these particular clones.
Echo has the hammock near Tech’s bunk and surrounded by his equipment. Tech has hacked into the power conduits over his bunk to have all these mechanical arms and tools added so he could probably work on tinkering something by his bunk.- noted by @1fineslytherin. The lights here are dim, then after the Batch escapes Kamino and Crosshair moves in with his new squad the lights are restored to the typical Kaminoan illuminating fashion. This may have been done for Hunter to ease his senses, POSSIBLY.
As for that smell...
Wrecker has food on his bed, which has been left rotting and festering for about 206 or whatever rotations since the last time they were there. No wonder it smells. Along with a clothes line along the back wall which I guess is a step towards some sort of cleaning process? Boy’s a wreck. - I am not sorry for that pun.
Crosshair has a perch at the top left hand corner, it is level with Tech’s workstation from across the room. He has three posters of droids on his back wall, each have distinct holes in the papers resembling the proper kill shots necessary to put down a droid. Through the holes you can see the wall that they are pinned against, he used these for practice and brought them back to look at / show off / be his intimidating toothpick suckeling self. As pointed out by @yavielin-feanarien, the center poster spells the letter ‘C’ in Aruebesh. He also has 2 sets of fresh blacks folded neatly sitting on his sheets.
I do believe given Wrecker’s messy manner and Tech’s clutter, Crosshair and Hunter decided to take opposite sides to keep the room in some sort of balance. I say this because honestly I would want a roommate who is clean, not a slob, so in this kind of rooming situation I would want to be on the side with the other clean individual. But I can see why they would take opposite sides to maintain some sort of “Order” within the room.
Tech’s perch. 💕
-Tech states that he doesn’t want to sleep next to Wrecker’s junk in their opening episode...bro use those goggles to look at your own room first.
-Wrecker definitely stole that couch from somewhere. It’s a BIG couch for a BIG man such as himself. They have their bunks, benches with no backs to lean into, and crates are all that can be sat on in this room. Can definitely understand why Wrecker would bring this piece of furniture into their barracks.
Tech’s bunk is made, and adorns his scribbles of equations. With all this wall art, makes me wonder who drew that Padme nose art in the deleted reel. 😀 My credits on Tech.
Hunter’s bunk is made and tidy. he is definitely a boot man, called it! He has medals pinned to the backboard, no idea what that thing is in the corner, it might be a canteen. He’s got the iconic Bad Batch 99 skull on his wall, I just dig this man.
One last thing that I see a problem with as a collective, is that they don’t bring gonky into the room with them. I like to think that because he is a defective unit that the facility would snatch him up and decommission him, or that he would be bullied by other droids. So they agree that he’s gotta remain on the ship but still!
Anyways....I would still like to be their shared barrack hoe. No lie.
Star Wars: Revelations Hunter x Foxen
TCW Fanfic Hunter x Foxen
This is the first sexual encounter between these two characters in a series I am writing based on the aftermath of TCW. Please enjoy, I had to get this out of my system!
WARNINGS: SMUT 100% rated MA from start to finish, squirting, cum eating, rough sex, mentions of blood, oral 69ing, protected sex.
Norsik Language:
Ojciec - Father in Polish (Title of a male leader)
Glumačka Sjena - Shadow Cast in Croatian (1 of Norsik’s 3 moons, her favorite moon.)
Охотник -Hunter in Russian
Bjorn – Bear in Finnish
Mando’a Language:
Mesh’la - Beautiful in Mando’a
Cyar’ika - Sweetheart in Mando’a
3.7k words sorry not sorry.
The crew undergoes a terrifying life or death situation. This only brings Hunter and Foxen to the realization that they can no longer deny their attraction/feelings towards each other. To hold off on expressing their desires could be too late one day. Hunter ends up at Foxen’s door the night they return to Norsik. She answers the door somewhat groggy, only wearing a gray t-shirt and a thong. Seeing Hunter, she straightens up, he drinks up her appearance with his eyes, they darken as he steps forward to enter her dwelling. Her eyes open wide as he grabs a fist of her shirt to bring her flush against his solid frame. The door closes behind them and the room becomes dark, only lit by the light of the moons and lit candles to cover the scent of weed. He kisses her deeply, wrapping his arms around her waist feeling down to her ass with one hand while the other trailed up her back to grasp the back of her head to press harder into her mouth. She lets out a soft moan into his mouth and they parted to breathe, a bridge of saliva still connecting their lips. Her yellow eyes sparkled in the light of the stars with a fiery glow he’s only seen after the heat of battle. She wraps her arms around his neck bringing him close again and she kisses him roughly, shoving her tongue into his mouth. He responds in turn and their tongues dance in a frenzy. She tasted of a fruity bud; her mouth was far from dry. They drifted to the couch, Hunter breaks away and pushes her down, looking down at her as she backs up to the corner with her legs closed, he stares down at her intimidatingly, eyes of a predator ready to make his kill. He took his shirt off, reached for a wrapped condom package in his pocket and tore the corner to have it ready to grab when the time came and set it on the table beside him. He worked at his belt dropping his pants leaving his underwear on and crawled down between her legs to begin kissing her again. His large rough hands explore her body, feeling her thighs, her waist up to her breasts, pinching her nipples earning a gratuitous wince from Foxen. This woman was kept in a gladiator cage on Zygeria, for her to moan at a physical touch like this excited him further. How feminine she was curling around under him, moaning into his mouth and gazing at him with heavy lust filled eyes.
She felt up his chest, memorizing every scar, tracing his deep muscle grooves, and kissing his neck as he buried his face in her hair inhaling her heavy scent, burning it into his nostrils. She pulled his hair and he let out an erotic groan with a sharp grin, she craned her neck up to leave love bites on the large column of his neck, licking his Adam’s apple and kissing his jaw until their lips met again. His cock throbbed at the action between them, and he began to press himself against her drenched apex. His tongue so eager to climb back into her mouth he let his weight push her back against the couch. She instinctively wrapped her legs around him and he broke the kiss and let out a deep chuckle, she could feel the sheer strength of his voice from around her legs, and she felt a bead of her slick drip out of her making her shiver with pleasure as Hunter pulled back from her and placed his hands along her thighs. Looking down at her with pleading desire. His hands feel along her soft and scarred flesh until he reaches the band to her thong, hooking a thumb under one side, waiting for a sign of approval.
“What a gentleman.” She spoke with a sly smile followed by a nod.
“Only out of respect, Captain.” He said in a low tone and with his free hand he wiped down the front of his body to lick up some of her love juice and let out a growl at the taste and scent of her slick. His cock was fully erect pulling the fabric outward and opening the waistband to reveal the base of his shaft and curls of his hair.
“I don’t want respect Hunter. I want to be fucked...!” She said lunging forward and mounting him. Pinning him down to the couch she takes off her shirt and throws it to the side and her hands scratch up his torso and gripping his neck as she bent forward to take a harsh kiss from him. His cock is throbbing, Foxen can feel the heat between their loins growing, an ache that they both share quickly taking over in a primal display of affection. Hunter let out a moan and his hands began to explore the body of the warrior atop him. His hands reach down under her hips and rips off her panties and brings the threading to his face to lick all her discharge and inhale her lewd scent again.
“Kriff give me the real thing.” His voice a gruff order and she obeyed and turned around over him so she could stuff her mouth with his raging dick. She slid his underwear down to his knees and he aided with his feet to kick them off entirely to be completely naked with her. She gazed in awe at his thick mass, the veins raging out with a bead of precum forming at the tip. Still in awe his hot breath blew across her neatly tucked folds, he took in the sight of her bare pussy, so soft and tender, and a complete sopping mess. He buries his tongue in her hole to taste the inside of her. He gave a firm slap on the side of her ass and she jumped at the action, his tongue licked up and down to taste all of her precious skin below. He kisses all around and then begins to go to work at her clit. Foxen could only manage to grip his cock as he worked on her, completely lost in the riveting sensations that he brought upon her. She has never had a man gone down on her, not even her ex-husband Kalem.
She let out moans and whines and breathy pleas for more and more, even telling him where to lick, realizing herself what she likes. She spits on his cock, his arms tense around her thighs locking her in place on his face. She licks at the tip to taste his cum, and then licks around the head and shaft to make it easier to fit his cock in her mouth. Never had she seen such a mass as defined as his, Hunter’s body is extremely lean, very low percentage of body fat, just muscle, prominent veins in his arms and legs, and a gruff growl of a voice that always manages to send shivers up her spine even in the deep focus of tasks. Always yearning to feel his eyes on her, always wanting to make a pass near him to get a graze of his body against hers, and after hearing him command orders to her to ensure survival of the group damn near sent her over the edge into...love. Foxen forces his cock in her mouth, she sucked the tip, running her tongue over his frenulum of his uncut member. The sensations of her tongue running over the sensitive skin sent a fire ablaze in Hunter’s stomach. Needing more from her his hips bucked, wanting more of himself inside her in some way or another. Foxen caught on to his needs and began to take him deeper in her mouth, it’s just his cock is so girthy, it’s hard to get much of him without feeling her own teeth scrape along his skin, not wanting to hurt him or cause discomfort she then works on sucking the amount of cock that she can fit in her mouth comfortably. Gagging and sucking on it, leaving trails of spit to run down his cock. He lets out moans of pleasure from her efforts, he then rewards her with a finger, and she moans on his cock in return. Her slick is definitely enough to signal that she could take him, but now he wants to stretch her out a bit for good measure. He adds a second finger.
“Hunter...! Oh moons! Glumačka Sjena! Aaahhh!!” She grabs his thighs, her nails cutting into his skin, he smiles at the pleasure of the pain as she squirts all over his face from the way he touches her insides. He opens his mouth to catch the love juices flowing from her body. In shock she hops off him, embarrassed thinking that she had just urinated on him. He lets out a deep chuckle as he swallows her juices and clutches her mouth in his hand making her look at him as she gasps for air, recovering from a never before felt level of an orgasm. His hair is drenched more so on the left side than the right, his red bandana is also soaked. With his free hand he takes it off and drops it to the floor and speaks.
”Get back here and fuck me.” His voice like gravel over her panting, he grabs the condom and begins to roll it onto his cock. She crawls up onto him, kissing, wanting to know the taste of what she let loose all over him, clearly unphased by what had happened. Perhaps it was what he was looking for. He guides her onto his lap, his cock nudging at her gaping entrance ready to swallow him.
“I’m so glad you’re a squirter....not many women are....makes things easier....and funner...”. He says between breathy kisses as she teases his head.
“That’s squirting? I thought...it would feel different from pissing...”. She said embarrassed as he smiled.
“It’s all comin’ from the same place mesh’la. Sorry about the couch, if I knew....”
“Fuck the couch Hunter, I want you to do more of that to me.” She said aggressively and mounted him more seriously and began to push down onto his dick to start taking him. His features softened at the sensations of her tight walls beginning to envelope him. She let out a cry as she got half of him in,
” It’s so thick...it’s so big...I can’t...”. She let out in frustration.
“It’s okay cyar’ika you don’t need to take it all in one go...just take what you... can and you’ll get.... m-mo-ore!” Mid-sentence she flashed a devilish grin and pulled back a touch up on his cock and then slammed down taking him in one fell swoop catching him off guard. His hands went limp and fell to his sides, eyes a blank stare, she can almost see his brain go haywire from the unexpected and quick flood of sensations. Her pussy is so warm and taut, sucking him in, her nails dig into his back as she takes in his full mass. She reaches down to feel her stomach, almost trying to feel where his tip is protruding out into her insides. Cursing herself in her mind how the Zygerians made this feeling not so much painful...but secretly longed for once more, that Hunter’s cock can now provide even more so than those Zygs.
The sting of her nails brings Hunter back to the moment, feeling her tight warmth coiling around his cock, his hands return to her sides to help guide her hips up and down. She buries her face in his neck, biting and sucking on whatever flesh she can get her mouth on, not caring if she’s leaving marks and hickies on his skin. She pulls back to take in the sight of his now relaxed and softened face, totally enamored with her body, eyes welling with tears from the pleasure and pain she is providing to him. She begins to feel his whole-body relaxing, his shoulders are loosening up, tension and stress floods out of him as he looks into her fiery passionate eyes. He reaches up to cup her left breast, wanting to feel her heartbeat in his hand. She bounces up and down in a steady rhythm, feeling his warm cock slide in and out of herself, the ridges provided by his thick veins would rivet against her opening in the best ways when she would go at a slower pace. Hunter is speechless, near silence, any vocals he attempts to let out are getting caught in his throat. Seeking a peep from him, Foxen pulled the back of his hair to the left side and forced her tongue in his ear. Never before has Hunter experienced this action in a sexual way, just wet willies from his brothers in their cadet years, his toes curl at this newfound sexual sensation. Foxen can feel his already hardened cock become even harder, signaling for a soon release, but Hunter isn’t that easily finished. He lets out a soft gasp at the action and his hands wrap around her torso to hold her in place on his lap. Foxen is overwhelming him in the best balance that he has ever managed to receive from a woman, and he didn’t even have to ask or inform her of the small bursts of pain he would need to keep in the zone to perform. Foxen likes it rough like he does, and she has no problem taking charge and getting what she needs from him, which he is so enthralled by. But now it’s his turn to return the favor, to remind this woman that he is a man after all and that he is the man who can please her, to show her who’s the real Ojciec for the Scourge Crew. Hunter’s commanding face returns and he slaps her ass cheeks and gathers her up in his arms and stands up. Forcing himself inside her deeply he leans forward which has her lean back and he began to thrust inside her, making all of her weight come back down against him. He could only manage to do this for a few thrusts. Foxen is a beautiful beast of a woman, muscular much like him, and standing at 5’11 and he 6’1, she is a lot to carry. She wrapped her arms around his neck to stay on him, her legs naturally wrapped around his waist to keep the couple together as he stopped to carry her back to her bedroom. He managed to keep them connected until he kicked the door open and threw her onto the bed. He climbed on top of her forcing her legs together and up over one shoulder. He leaned down and kissed her roughly and pushed himself inside her once more and resumed at a punishing pace. The hardboard began to hit against the wall in the same manner Foxen felt him pound against a spot inside her no man had ever reached before. With each thrust she could feel the air leave her lungs as he filled her entire space. She cried out his name, her hands digging into his shoulders to push him back a bit, but he pressed on. He let out feral grunts and moans as he fucked into her, needing more and more of her body around him. Their foreheads pressed together, staring into each other’s eyes unafraid of this new level of intimacy between them. A hand slid down his chest with scratch marks that began to draw blood which only excited him further. Her eyes widened at the sensations and she threw her head back screaming his name and pleaded for him to slow down. Feeling her stress begin to climb he slowed to a softer pace, and he pushed her legs to the mattress so she was on her side. He spanked her ass a few times which made her pussy tighten around him each time; he reveled in that feeling.
“Hunter I’m cumming again...!” She squeaked out between spanks.
“I can feel you...tightening...”. He let out and pulled back a bit to spread her legs open across him and began to take her missionary style. Watching her breasts bounce in time of his thrusts excited him. He felt them in his hands, the warmth of their bodies grew and grew. He kisses her deeply and pulls up so he can look down at her battle scarred and tattooed body. Seeing his darker skin be swallowed up by her fair-skinned body was so visually pleasing. The erotic squelching noises their connections made as he thrusted filled the room. To himself he thinks how much more beautiful it will be to see the delicate pink skin of her pussy take his tan skinned cock in the daylight. He traces circles on her clit very gently which sends sparks through her, he can feel her excitement surge through her body. She reaches up to grab the back of his neck roughly with some of his hair and kisses him, biting his bottom lip. Her eyes begin to swell with tears of pleasure and a devilish grin comes across her face as she begins to cum on his cock. Her insides clench and squirm, sucking him in and forcing him out at the same time. His cock is far too big and stubborn to be forced out without his permission. He stills himself, remaining inside, letting her work through an intense internal orgasm that he can tell she has never experienced before, and wants to watch this wash over her with a clear view, to see her writhe under him. Her body became hot, then sweaty and clammy. She’s seeing stars, and fading to white as the heat within her swells and crashes. Her legs are shaking and she’s sucking in air with shallow breaths. Her eyes break with tears.
“ Охотник...”, she lets out softly. He lowers his body so they may rest on their sides still connected. He can’t bring himself to separate from her just yet, and this feeling alone is bringing him closer to orgasm. He hooks his arms under her shoulders and begins to softly thrust in her, slowly bringing her attention back to his movements. Her body begins to spasm once more around him, a third release already on its way to back up the second, which was all he needed to begin his release. Wanting him to give her a bit more time to settle Foxen pulls his hair from the back. He exposed his neck to her unfazed by this action and she began to kiss the column of his neck, releasing his hair realizing he is about to cum as he lets out a deep moan from his chest. His breathing becomes heavy, and his intensity increases as he brings himself closer to kiss her. Hugging her to his chest tightly and letting out a groan that he’s been unable to get out for some time, his cock pulses but she feels no splash within her. The feeling of his pulsing and muffled cries of pleasure in her hair brought her to a softer release than before, but still tingling with the small movements made by him. Hunter had rolled that condom on which serves as a protective barrier to keep his sensations from overwhelming him and a strict discipline to always wear a rubber to protect himself and his partner. Which he instilled in his Bad Batch brothers and an adopted practice by his newfound Scourge brothers, respecting the Kaminoins’ ideals of Jengo Fett’s DNA overriding the human gene pool across the galaxy. Foxen giggled into a pleasured moan as Hunter pulled out of her. Feeling relaxed she kisses him softly, but she can tell that he’s still coming down from an intense encounter. She pulls away from him to give his senses a hiatus. She sees how his hand is holding his member as he lays there breathing deeply to keep from hyperventilating. Foxen takes it upon herself to take the condom off of him; it was still tight along his cock and when she removed it he was continuously releasing sperm, shooting some onto her hands. He shirked away for a second at the sensation of release from the rubber, finally relaxing. She held the used condom up to see how much he had filled it; it’s a healthy amount, easily enough to make a baby. He stretches back against the pillows, completely wiped out, and yet longing to feel her skin against his again. She placed the condom in a bin at the bedside and tasted his cum on her fingers. He watched as she played with his sperm in her mouth, tasting his product as he did with her squirt. She cleaned her fingers and swallowed loudly, not that she needed to in order for him to hear it anyways. She flashes a grin, and he reaches an arm out to her as a signal to cuddle. She obliges and they curl up together on the comforter, the air is warm and smells like sex, enjoying the now gentle skin to skin contact. Foxen admires his body in the same fashion taking in his sweat and musk.
“Hunter?” Foxen asks first to break the restful silence.
“Hm?” He answers and looks down at her, his hands getting tangled in her hair and glancing over the rest of her body in the moonlight.
“Is this going to be a regular thing?” She asked and looked down at his chest in slight embarrassment but wanting an answer so she can start to organize her feelings. Compartmentalizing is a key survival trait that begins with near-paranoid discipline after all.
“I would like it to be, Foxen. But that’s up to you, Captain.”
“Why leave it to me? You’re the man.” She noted.
“I want to hear you call me ‘your man’ then.” He said gruffly, his arm around her backside flexed possessively, locking her in place on him, with a heated look in his eyes like that of a dominant bjorn over a female. Her core began to heat up from his primal gaze, the effect he has on her does not go unnoticed by this male.
“I want you as my man,” she said and drug a hand up his chest and rubbed the area of his shoulder to his neck in a soothing manner.
“Then you’re my girl.”
✨️Spoilers below the cut✨️ (I'm looking at my one specific friend who hasn't made it to the Bad Batch yet. They do follow me 🙃)
I'm thinking about making another playlist for Tech. But this one is a funeral playlist, ya know cause no body and all but he still deserves one. Amywho I was thinking that if I make it I share the link on here but the link so others can add a song cause I think it'd be a nice community thing.
Tech girlies. I have a question.
If you had to assign Tech a gemstone, what would it be? And if you'd like to give a reason why, feel free to do so.
I just want to see the general consensus or what's collectively agreed upon.
Have a Tech screenshot for your time ❤️
For the Crosshair girlies, have a playlist 🤭
Crosshair 🖤❤️😈🔫🚬
(There's no toothpick emoji so I had to substitute 🥲)
I love him a normal amount officer.
*My search history and all the images I looked at spill out of my bag exposing me to be obsessed*
Officer it's not what it looks like I can explain!
HEY
Tell me all about your Star Wars OC's/Self-inserts. Give me the lore, the headcanons, the tea, all of it! But expect me to do the same.
Info dump to me cause I love it but don't be a dick about it. ❤️
I've gone and done it again. I made another playlist. But this one is for Echo! It is another from your pov like the Tech and Rex one (They're just so fun to make)
Link: Echo 💙🤍🦾🔧⚙️
It is currently 36min long, but I'm still adding to it.
The sports my friend @glowinggallery has assigned the Bad Batch
Hunter: Frisbee (he's the dog that chases the frisbee)
Wrecker: American football
Echo: Tennis
Crosshair: Baseball/cricket
Tech: Cycling/Tour de france/golfing
Omega: Soccer
Would I fuck them?
Tech
ABSOLUTELY
- Smart
- Funny
- Can answer all your questions
- PRETTY
- I could listen to him info dump for hours with no complaints
- I'd love to dance with him. He'd probably say no but then bust it down sensitive style in private
- I would happily hand him tools he needs
Echo
YES
- Sassy
- Funny
- Reliable
- Pretty
- EFFICIENT
- Has been through tramatic shit and I just want to hold him and say it's okay
- I would also love to dance with him, if he dances as well as he flies I'm DEAD and SWOONING
Crosshair
It happened in a dream once
- Tbh he's kind of a prick but I feel bad for him
- I'd ask him how he's feeling that day and attempt to hug but he'd probably get angry with me
- HAS to good at math, I am not so that's good
- Softie on the inside so I'd have to crack him like a pistachio
- Accuracy is pretty good
- I also want to hold him and say it's okay
- He'd be joking mean to me and I'd cry
- I'd call him something mean but it'd be mutually beneficial
- Protective
Wrecker
No
- I'd treat him as a little brother
- I WOULD give him forehead kisses tho
- Cutie patootie who can do no wrong
- Could ragdoll me around with easy and I'd be begrudgingly okay with that
- His hugs would be the BEST
- He can pop my back and I could die happy
- I would take him out for ice cream because he deserves it
- Comforting
- BRAVE
Hunter
Ew
- Good dad
- Looks like Rambo and gives me the ick
- I can be civil with
- He does have a snatched waist tho
- Efficient but messy
- He'd be the supportive dad I need
- Kinda scrungly
- This is just some guy to me tbh
Here have my Tech playlist. Keep in mind it's not songs that fit him but songs that how you feel about him. I'm miss him 🥲
The playlist
What I think each Bad Batch person's smell would be, ya know like this fictional people candles you can get off Etsy:
Hunter: Cinnamon, campfire, leather
Crosshair: Aftershave, Dove soap, pine
Echo: Eucalyptus, rain water, cedar
Tech: Espresso, books, motor oil
Wrecker: Smoke/gunpowder, amber, butterscotch
Omega: Vanilla and honeycrisp apple
Feel free to reblog and add your own opinions, there are no wrong answers.
BOUGHT @galacticproblems stuff before AND I HAVE LOVED EVERYTHING!!!! Need more Omega (wish I could find her and Grogu ANYTHING together since they are my FAVORITE CHARACTERS OF ALL TIME lol and Cross is my favorite sibling for Omega… need more of ANYTHING of her and Cross too… more likely to find last 2 than first lol!)!!!
I HIGHLY HIGHLY RECOMMEND!!!!
My Tech helmet charms are back in stock, along with some new boys! Fives, Cody, and Wolffe have joined the squad. I have my shop right HERE.
LOVE THIS!
Sometimes a family is a clone girl and her 5 dads: a knife-wielding tracker who looks like he can kill you (but probably won’t), a military droid cosplayer, a tech-savvy computer whiz, a bodybuilder who’s never skipped leg day, and a sharpshooter who is most likely to sell you to Satan for one corn chip.
Not afraid to admit it in the slightest along with Din and Rex
Them: Did you seriously raise your expectations on men because of an animated Star Wars show?
Me:
Yes. Yes I did.
I love this so very very much!!!! I need more Crosshair and Omega Fanfictions (not with random characters/insert) but they are so hard to find! This is so enduring!!!
The Bad Batch: Soft Universe
Chapter One - Just like you.
Sudden waves of calm sent drastic waves throughout the Havoc Marauder, the newly dubbed Attack Shuttle that five advanced clones called home along with a smaller clone, a child with pure generation I DNA who also called the ship her home. The calm waves were well welcomed among those within the ship, they had only just completed a mission that had been given to them by Cid, a rather dangerous mission at that. Yes, they were used to blaster fire, it was in their blood to adjust to it. They were literally made to contribute their own blue fire to intertwine and drown out the blazing red bullets that threatened many on an unfortunate daily basis. Despite how they were made, every clone needed a break after a while, especially the young clone - or so they had thought anyway.
"That was Amazing!" Omega Squealed, rushing over to the others who had thrown themselves into their assigned seats in the cockpit absolutely drained after their Solid twelve hour mission. "Don't you guys think So too?" She took a Sharp breath in, channelling her energy through her legs as she rushed to each individual member of the batch. "You were all so Cool! And did you see me with my bow? I'm getting so much better at it, aren't I crosshair?" Her large eyes darted toward crosshair who was currently slumped against his chair, a new toothpick against his teeth.
"I Suppose so." He mumbled, looking away from her energy filled eyes and focusing on the calmer view of the billions of Stars that littered the Space before them. Omega's previous smile Somehow got even bigger at Crosshair 's mumbled praise.
"You did great, kid!" Wrecker beamed, going toward Omega and patting her back with a lot less force compared to the other members, but due to her Small size she still stumbled a little which caused a laugh to leave her lips. "And it's the end of the mission so you know what that means!" She practically became the beaming twin Suns of Tatooine at this point.
"Mantell Mix!" She Shrieked, bouncing in her Place as Wrecker laughed at her enthusiasm. Suddenly Hunter chimed in, turning around in his chair and rubbing his head, the Previous mission leaving him with a Simple patch of bacta on his arm and an absolute killer headache due to the planet's atmosphere messing with his senses.
"Is Mantell Mix really the best idea with Omega?" His voice chimed in, "She's already excited enough I don't think Sugar will help." Omega and Wrecker Stared sadly toward their Squads leader, Pouting a little at his disapproval.
"But it's tradition!" Wrecker intersected, a bouncing omega next to him clinging to his side to encourage him to change his mind, they just had to have their Mantell Mix It was the only option. "And it makes the kid happy." Hunter let out a Sigh, rubbing his head a little more and giving them both a rather Persistent gaze.
"Are you sure it's just the kid that makes it happy?" He asked, referencing Wrecker who's eyes always lit up at the sight of the sweet tasting treat, he just crossed his arms in response though.
"The Mantell mix should be fine, She seems to be experiencing an adrenaline rush due to the intensity of the Mission." Tech Paused for a moment, fiddling with the datapad that laid within his grip. "Symptoms may include a rapid heart rate, Sweating, heightened senses and of course the most obvious ones of rapid breathing, decreased ability to feel pain and what's intriguing is there's actually an increase of Strength and performance - hence her bow Skills seemed to improve rather drastically during that mission." Tech paused again to type a little into his datapad browsing through the various load of knowledge before making eye contact with a fidgety Omega, still bouncing on her feet. "Oh and of course, the most prominent symptom in Omega is feeling jittery or nervous and can't Sit Still. It helps the excess energy I presume." Wrecker had of course stopped listening half way through, but was a little Worried about their Omega. It was a very chaotic and tough mission, they had a few close calls which probably made things worse if She didn't have enough adrenaline already rushing through her tiny body, the other clones could handle it though due to their training and they were a lot bigger compared to her, hence the numbed effect on them.
"Yeah yeah." Wrecker rushed, "Can she have the Mantell Mix or not?"
"In Short- Yes." Tech replied, shutting off his computer and turning back in his seat to set the Marauders Coordinates. A large cheer shattered the Previously Soothing Silence followed by a Soft wince from Hunter, his headache presumably worse.
"When are we landing!" She rushed Over to the control panels, desperate to do Something to get them there quicker.
"Woah there kid," Echo gently lifted her up, Moving her away from the control panel and gently placing her next to Hunter, "We'll be there soon. Why don't you rest up for now?" Once Echo's gentle grip left her, She moved into Hunter's arms in what appeared to be a protest.
"But I'm not tired!" All of the nightmare training they had to endure never prepared them to care for a child, so whenever she protested It was always a shock. Soldiers were made to follow orders but what they kept forgetting was that she isn't a soldier, she's just a child.
"You will be once the adrenaline leaves your system." Tech warned, "I Suggest you leave to rest now ready for another day of adventuring." She signed and nodded, her excitement already beginning to leave being replaced with a rapid heart rate and a lot of sudden anxiety which caused her to shuffle further into Hunter's arms.
"Yeah, okay." Omega agreed, gently holding onto Hunter's arm as he gave her a small smile, it was late anyway. They'd arrive by morning which meant that they could go Straight to Cids to retrieve their Credits and quite possibly their next mission. Hunter soon stood, softly holding her smaller hand and guiding her to her room aboard their ship. Pulling back the grey curtains, a small room was awakened with stars being shown among the large window. It was a tight fit, but it was worth losing the space so Omega could have her own room. She slowly climbed up the ladder, her eyes always fixating on the orange glow of the fairy lights hanging around the room. She always looked at the soothing tone before searching beneath her blankets to find her clone doll and Lula. Once both toys were securely in her arms, she smiled softly at Hunter, shuffling herself into the blankets and the bigger sleeping bag that lay in the centre of the room so when she laid down against the pillow, she could roam her eyes among the stars.
"Are you comfortable?" His voice whispered, chuckling gently at her small body bombarded with blankets.
"Yeah!" She smiled in return, a sleepy haze replacing her previously energetic gaze. Hunter noticed her heart race was starting to drop quite quickly and her breathing had begun to slow itself down, the adrenaline rush Tech had previously mentioned was definitely starting to wear off. "But can you stay for a little while?"
"How come?" He questioned, sitting on the edge of her room with his familiar grin. "You're supposed to be sleeping." She sighed a little, clinging to her clone doll and staring at him with those curious eyes he could just never say no to.
"But I want to hear more stories about you and the others!" A pout formed on her lips, a pang of guilt filling Hunter for even wanting to leave. "But if you don't want to tell me then that's okay! I'll ask Tech." An instant gasp left his lips as he remembered the last eight times he had woken during the night to find Tech sitting with Omega and rambling about the variety of planets there are, missions, the past and pretty much anything she could think of. She's a curious girl and that always interrupted her sleep Cycle - her racing mind never stopped and Tech was the only one who could keep up and enjoyed doing so.
"Fine, okay." He chuckled, secretly loving to tell her stories about her brothers. "Did I ever tell you about our missions during the clone Wars?" She shook her head, gazing at him with wide eyes. "We were assigned to help assist Anakin Skywalker and Rex to find Echo."
"Anakin Skywalker?" She asked, tilting her head at this newly learnt name.
"He was a Jedi and a great commander, but obviously we were better and cooler." He paused to clear his throat, "Anyway…" Hunter continued to jumble on about how they fought and how each enhanced skills helped them on that mission that surprisingly went amazingly well.
"Hunter?" A sleepy voice asked toward the end of his story, a little surprised that she interrupted a story - this must be important. "What's my enhanced skill?" She questioned, squeezing Lula close to her chest. In all honesty, he had absolutely no idea What her skill was, only that she had pure first generation DNA from Jango Fett which was pretty fascinating, but a skill like theirs? He was stumped.
"Well you're getting great with your bow now Omega!" He grinned, remembering how much the accuracy of the shots she took had improved rather significantly. Hunter was definately proud, just like the rest of the Bad Batch were.
"No." She whined, sitting up a little. "What's my enhanced skill like everyone else has?" Omega paused for a moment, a worried yet sleepy gaze coating her eyes. "Don't I have one?"
"I'm not sure, kid." His eyes lit up as he smiled, "Why don't we find out soon?" She nodded with a big grin plastered along her face. "Now get some sleep ready for that, Okay?" In return he got a smaller smile and a nod as she snuggled herself back dawn with her two toys, almost instantly falling asleep before a gentle sentence left the bundle of soft blankets.
"Goodnight Hunter." A soft voice whispered before finally falling into a deeper sleep, unknowing to Hunter's next words.
"Goodnight, Ad'ika." Hunter softly drew the curtain to the room filled with a soft orange glow, blocking it out before walking toward the others and sitting back into his chair with a sigh. Staring forward, he allowed the passing planets to fill his mind as to what memories he had made at the ones he and the rest of the batch had visited. Many of course not among the greatest circumstances but memories nonetheless. Wrecker soon stood and Stretched with an abrupt yawn.
"I'm getting Pretty tired, who's on first watch anyway?" The brothers gazed around at each other, eyes eventually falling toward Tech for an answer as he had always been the one to memorise their sleep cycles and plan out a well organised chedule on who would take watch and when.
"According to my calculations, Echo will be the first to keep watch followed by me, Wrecker, Crosshair followed by Hunter. Is that satisfactory to you all still?" A mumble of sleepy nods were shared in response as Wrecker smiled and moved toward their shared bunks.
"I'll be off then!" He spoke, unable to suppress his yawn as he wandered away to prepare for bed.
"Are you all heading off now then? I think it's best to sleep now for the day we'll probably have tomorrow." Echo spoke, replacing himself with Tech in the pilot's seat, ensuring he was comfortable. The others had agreed and shared their various goodnights and moved away to their bunks, settling down and Just like Omega had, they all drifted off to sleep- replenishing their energy for the morning.
Hours had passed to the stage in the sleep cycle where Crosshair was keeping watch, his feet thrown by the controls which he knew Tech wasn't awake to see so it didn't really matter. He was pretty relaxed chewing against his toothpick, adjusting to himself functioning awake. Crosshair had always struggled to keep the physical effects of steep at bay once he had awoken but don't think for a second that it dampened his skill. What had startled him though were the soft footsteps behind him followed by a very gentle voice that followed.
"Crosshair?" Omega whispered, "Are you awake?" Removing his feet from the control panel, much to sleeping Tech's glee, he turned in the chair to see a rather tense looking Omega Clinging to both her doll and Lula. Great,he'd rather deal with blaster fire then with a kid's problems. Maybe that was a lie, but regardless he wasnt really experienced with kids and he didn't want to mess her up like he felt he was.
"Yeah, kid." He spoke, voice thinned out and a little tierd. "What do you want?"
"I don't think I feel great." Her voice mumbled, "My heart feels fast and my mind won't let me sleep." He sighed a little knowing he'd have to take care of the worried child before him, he seemed cold-hearted to everyone around him but he knew his brothers know that that isn't the case. He supposed this was his chance to let his little sister know that too.
"Anything on your mind?" He asked, trying to rid his voice of the sour tune that he had grown accustomed to using. She seemed rather lonely shuffling on her feet, gripping her toys closer to her chest.
"I think I'm nervous about tomorrow…" Crosshair gave a soft gesture to let her know that it was okay to carry on, he was there. "Hunter promised me that he'd help me try to find my enhanced Skill! I really want one so I can be more like you guys. That way I can be more helpful too!" Omega drew a sharp breath inward, "But what if I don't have one? What if i'm even less helpful because of it. What if I'm not like my big brothers?" Her smaller Kamonian thick accent began to shake as a bundle more 'what ifs' left her mouth.
"Hey," Crosshair interrupted, a shot of genuine physical pain shooting through his heart at the tears which began to loom over her usually bright and hopeful eyes. "No more What if's. You're always going to be apart of this team with or without an enhanced skill. We may not find it Straight away if you do have one, but even if you don't have one it's nothing to get worked up about." His attempt to soothe her didn't work the way he had wanted it to, but she did seem calmer than before. "You'll do fine, kid." Something amongst his heart encouraged him to open his arms despite everything in his mind telling him to just make her go back to bed. Before he could gain control of his half-awake mind, his arms had opened and those words left his mouth. "Go back to bed, Ad'ika." Omega had thrown herself into his arms, hugging him tightly with the doll and Lula present. He thought that he should feel embarrased or angry - but if anything he just felt a wave of pride wash over him. She wanted to be like them? Even after everything that had happened? For Sure She had a very compassionate and empathetic heart, but he didn't think that it was as Strong as this.
"I want to stay with you." Her muffled voice mumbled as she gently climbed to sit on his lap clearly in a sleepy and stressed out daze. Crosshair didn't respond to her heart-filling request as he watched Hunter gently approach by them both. Both brothers Shared a understanding nod, eventhough Crosshairs was a little hesitant. He didn't mind holding his little sister for longer, but she needed her sleep. She was overtierd and anxious enough. Hunter lifted Omega Softly from Crosshairs arms as the sniper dusted himself off returning to taking watch until she was back in bed. Luckily, Omega had already fallen asleep against Crosshair, so Hunter putting her back to bed was no problem at all. Once he returned, he stood behind his brother.
"Thanks, you can head back to bed now." Hunter hummed, taking the freed Seat as Crosshair left with a soft mumble and scrowl as per usual. Once he was out of sight, he leant back with a gentle sigh knowing how upset she'd be without an enhanced Skill of her own. Though at this point, he was pretty certain it was stratedgy. Things would become clearer by morning though, he knew Tech may be able to find out before she woke. "All in due time." he mumbled softly, waiting for the planet they were waiting to land on to appear, desperate to get their credits. This wouldn't take too long, they'd find out soon doing anything to make his Ad'ika happy.
All I’m going to say is- I’m not mad at anybody this episode.
I think everybody had the right to do what they did, and this is coming from a huge Hunter stan.
The batch gave Crosshair the chance, I don’t want people to forget that, I know they weren’t persistent, but it still happened, they still offered him the chance to join them, for them to be whole again.
But Cross didn’t want that- or at least he thinks he doesn’t want that, but right now there’s nothing he can do, if his chip is still intact (which I believe it is from the lack of scar and the holding his head) then he still believes in loyalty to the empire! He can’t help it, but that’s what he chose. Equally the batch can’t do anything about that right now, in order to keep one another safe, they can’t wait around for scouts to find them.
Stunning Crosshair would’ve taken away his right to his own choice, that would’ve caused more issues than necessary.
Hunter is still doing what is best for his squad, and we need to take Wrecker and Tech into this too. They have every right to be hurt. I’ve never thought about it this way, but they’re right, I know the batch didn’t go back for Cross (and I’m still mad at them for it), but Cross didn’t seek them out either, and he probably had the resources to do so more than they did!
I just- I don’t want to see slander towards any of them. They all have their reasonings right now. It sucks that they’re not together again, but it’s going to set up for an amazing season 2, I know it will. Hunter is protecting who he can, he gave Crosshair the choice to be one of those people, Crosshair declined. That isn’t Hunter’s fault.
Equally it isn’t Cross’s fault, with how he’s been treated I don’t blame him, but it’s not Hunter’s fault, and I don’t want to see any backlash towards either of them.
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Gods, he's such a sweetheart. I understand Phee, and I even envy her a little. She got a man like that.
If they had something holding hands, then their children would be both charming and very hot guys with the intelligence of a father.
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FINALLY - SEC GEN SILLY SQUAD
Started this months ago and never fucking finished it until now. Anywho, here are the sillies and their kiddos some ten(ish) years or so after Mt. Tantiss.
They are my babies and I absolutely adore them. I had a love/hate relationship with coming up with their outfits. I'm the worst when it comes to designing outfits, but it was fun implementing the wave motif of the Pabu citizen's clothing into some of them :)
Anyways, without further ado, the silly squad families and a few things about them! Feel free to ask questions or anything about any of them :D
Guardians Family: The Yuns
Later down the line, Hunter and Jung get (platonically) married and are the last to do so within the squad
Before that, they adopt Mox and Sami into their family - with Mox taking after Hunter and Sami becoming a sort of padawan for Jung
After getting married, they adopt Huihana who was orphaned after her parents were sadly lost at sea
Huihana is half human and half Mirialan - with her name meaning "lily/lotus" in Māori and 'Hana' meaning "one" in Korean
Mox gets the Pantoran clan tattoos to match with Sami and Sami adds on some extra tattoos in honor of Jung
Hunter and Jung do emotionally adopt a lot of the kiddos around the island though and will usually have a duckling trail following them around
Jung starts to find his voice again and he takes it upon himself to help out and train any of the Force sensitive kiddos on Pabu
Hunter also becomes something of a teacher as well but more so with life/combat skills until Huihana comes into the picture and he becomes content with being a stay at home dad
Occasionally Mox will go with Omega to do Rebellion work every now and then, but he prefers staying and helping out where he can on Pabu
The kids call Hunter "Dad" and Jung "Seon"
Scompscope Family: The Cossas
Third of the squad to get married - as soon as they're able to take a break from Rebellion stuff they decide better late than never and that they deserve something nice like that
But before that, they unofficially adopt Deke after Echo takes him under his wing and Deke helps them out with Rebellion stuff
Later on, Viram and Echo have Tikan and Zisanu who aren't old enough to help out yet but want to
Rex is their godfather that they jokingly call "Grandpa" - Echo finds this hilarious, Rex does not
The boys are also known as "Dee," "Tee," and "Zee"
Tika[n] means 'Heavy' in Tsonga while Zisanu means 'Five' in Chichewa in honor of Hevy and Fives
Echo and Viram still do Rebellion work here and there whenever Rex needs them, but after awhile Viram starts to stay on Pabu a little more to spend time with her boys and eventually Echo does the same
Then on Pabu, Viram does work at the clinic while Echo helps were he can and still aids the Rebellion, albeit remotely
In his place though, Deke joins the rebellion and comes back every now and then with his cousins
The kids call Echo "Dad" and Viram "Ma"
Starburst Family: The Nultezes
Wrecker and Khea are the first to get married and spontaneously do so literally like a month or two after Tantiss
Itri is a Foundling that Khea adopted prior to reuniting with Wrecker on Pabu and also decides to adopt Stak as a Foundling as well (Look, having a clone and a Mandalorian as parents just means you're going to have a shitton of kids both human and furbabies)
Itri means route/way in Latin and also meaning "star" in Tamazight; which fits the star/starpaths/way motifs that stem from Khea's background
Marama and Maia are twins and Elio is the (current) youngest
Maia meaning "brave/confident" in Māori, Marama means "moon/bright" in Māori, while Elio means "sun" from Greek roots
They essentially run a little farm on the island with all of the pets they've adopted and their kids love to garden as well
Khea and Wrecker also run a little auto shop on the side and fix up things around Pabu to keep busy
Their home essentially becomes a sanctuary within the sanctuary that is Pabu; they welcome anyone and everyone and always have good food and a place to stay at their place
Stak helps out with the Rebellion alongside his cousins and Itri wants to do the same, though she's not quite old enough yet
The kids call Wrecker "Pa/Buir" and Khea "Buir/Amá"
TechPhee Family: The Genoas
Second of the squad to get married - after Tech recovers from everything, Phee makes sure that he doesn't get away from her again
Shortly after they have Vela (farsighted) and then Rangi (nearsighted)
Vela means "viligant/watchful" but it's also the name of a constellation taken directly from the Latin word for the sail of a ship (which is fitting considering Phee is a pirate and Tech and her are both phenomenal pilots)
Rangi means "Sky/heavens" in Māori (again, fitting that pilot thing)
Rangi is HEAVILY inspired by Mutant Mayhem Donnie and I would totally have Micah Abbey voice him as a voice claim
Vela absolutely loves cartography and topography while Rangi is a big fan of entomology and riot racing
They mostly live out of Phee's ship and call it home, but they do have a place to stay on Pabu whenever they visit
They're always bringing back cool stories and souvenirs from their travels for all their nieces and nephews/cousins
They're a family to be reckoned with, these kids are the best parts of their parents all mixed into one - their only weakness is losing their glasses and even then it's a momentary set back
Phee is still a liberator of ancient wonders, but now they more so help out with the Rebellion
The kids call Tech "Dad" and Phee "Mom/Ma"
Sharpshooter Family: The Marrs
Second to last of the squad to get married because Tay was taking too long to ask so Crosshair asked for him
Also they take a LONG time to adjust to a civilian life they're both reeling with the trauma of what they'd endured and the feeling of finally being free from "the machine"
Last ones to adopt though because Tay was always wary about kids but didn't have a choice when Crosshair came back one day with Akona-Mae after helping Echo out with a mission
Akona is a hybrid; she's half Nautolan and half Pantoran and was adopted when she was around 2 years old
The "Mae" part of her name comes from "May"Day in honor of the Commander while Akona means "to enthuse" in Māori
Akona is non verbal, she loves to bite, and her dads are both super protective of her while spoiling her rotten
Ignore the fact that she's a six-year old with a tattoo - her dad is Crosshair, okay?
Speaking of tattoo, she gets the usual "clan tattoo" that the Pantorans have to match Crosshair and Tay gets something similar as well
They're a family of fishermen with a place close by the shore/docks - Tay and Akona are both amphibious races so they really enjoy living on Pabu
Rarely, Akona will call Crosshair "Pa" and Tay "Apá" verbally but usually when she's addressing them she'll tap her tattoo for Crosshair and tug at her front two tendrils for Tay
To be completely honest with you, these are probably not the final drafts. I have an oc who is involved in Jung's story that I may or may not add to his family (depending on whether or not I kill off that character) and I've been slowly liking the idea of Wrecker and Khea being in a poly relationship with another OC but I haven't finalized a design for him, so until then it's just the two of them for now. Later on I'll probably add him to the family once I figure out what he looks like :)
Additional Information:
💫 Silly Squad Masterlist 💫 First Secgen Post
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i love these guys u have no idea
Silly Squad Pride Doodles!
Happy Pride from the sillies :)
Clone Wars Version here!
Find out more about the Silly Squad here!
Close ups and personal headcanons/identies under the cut!
Tube twins!
Tech is greyromantic
Crosshair is demiromantic
Both have complicated feelings with romantic attraction/don't fully understand it but it doesn't make them all the less capable of loving or being loved
Hunter and Jung are both MLM!
Hunter is an oriented aroace - he feels aesthetic attraction towards men/masculine individuals
Jung is asexual and a demiboy (uses he/they pronouns)
They're in a queerplatonic relationship
Itri and Omega are transfems!
You can pry transfem Omega from my cold, dead hands
Itri is Khea and Wrecker's daughter - Khea found her when Itri was around 5-6 years old
Phee is bisexual!
Tech is quoisexual - meaning he doesn't really relate to or understand experiences or concepts of sexual attraction and orientation/feels confusion towards his feelings of attraction - one thing he isn't confused about? He loves Phee :)
Wrecker is omnisexual and Khea is pansexual! - While similar-ish identities the two do vary when it comes to attraction
Echo and Viram are both Demisexual and bisexual/romantic!
Though Echo leans a little more towards being both demisexual and demiromantic than anything
Cross doesn't like labels but he likes men - he knows that much
Tay is bisexual! Though if you ask him, he'll jokingly say he's 'Cross-sexual' because he's absolutely whipped for his man
Also I totally didn't draw the bi flag upside down - Tay is just an idiot
Achillean hearts! Because they're men attracted to men and I think the flag is pretty and wanted to include it
Discussing The Trailer For The Bad Batch Season 3
