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Some Bad Batch things :)
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Psst! It’s Omega!
I secretly took a picture of Hunter and Robin walking on the beach, I thought Hunter would look behind and catch Wrecker and I (Wrecker was with me >:) ), but we got lucky! Guess he was distracted hehe.
Only me and Wrecker caught them and made sure to be extra sneaky !
Don’t tell Hunter, he’d be so embarrassed!
I even added some stickers 💗
Too Sweet for a Sarge
Part 1(?)
(Hunter X F!reader)
My first!!
Might be a part 2 (?)
I have been working hard on this one shot or smt and hope you all like it❤️
Heads-up: Fluff, kissing, Hunter is such a dad, matchmaker Omega, helpless Hunter, thinking of you too much 😳, cringe(?), omega being more of an older sister she is to Hunter, might go into she or you, Sorry it’s my first! 😂
Summary:
Omega always noticed how Hunter looks at you, the way his lips would turn up and eyes twinkle a bit whenever you laugh or enter the room. So she decides to take matters into her own hands. 😈
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Song reference: Love me by Fia
It’s always brand new to me
See, the butterflies, my palms get sweaty
My thoughts and my heart stay heavy
You got this Kinda affect on me…
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“Huntah?”
Hunters ears picks up as the little blonde girl Omega comes into the marauder after a visit with you, Omega would always be with you whenever he or the guys were too busy to watch omega as they help around the village of Pabu.
Ever since they came to visit Pabu months ago and during the Tsunami and rebuilding on Pabu Island they had met you.
You had given them a thank you gift of baked goods from your family’s bakery on upper Pabu which was greatly and safely unharmed from the Tsunami disaster, Hunter never thought you would come into his life, or even knew about it, there was something of you that made him think of you more often than a friendly relationship you both had grown. But he didn’t really overthink it that much
Omega would always go to your family’s bakery to make sweets and such, you always welcome her in as you both make a mess in the kitchen or either make a delicious treat to share with others. He once tried a treat yourself and Omega had created when he went to visit.
But whenever you would go visit them and hand him a treat, he would feel his knees numb up when his eyes would trace the outlines and contour of your face… the way the sun hits your eyes and skin making a soft glow over them… your smile… the light tint on your face when he compliments you… you…
You. You. You. You. You. You—
“Hunter?”
He immediately snapped out of his thoughts of you and felt his face flush red as he looked at Omega, he hoped omega won’t question.
“Yeah, kid?”
He asked the small clone girl as he runs his trembling hand over his flustered face, the face of a man being caught in his thoughts.
Omega raised a brow and step fully into the marauder, reading his face and seeing her brother in his state of embarrassment.
“I just came back from hanging around with (Y/n), are you okay? You look red…”
Kriff.
He rubs his face again and sighed before looking at Omega, he knew he was caught and regrets it.
“Nothing to worry about kid, you go wash up for bed, it’s already late don’t you think?”
“But it’s the afternoon—“
“You heard me.”
Omega groans and walks to the small room in the haul of the marauder to pick her clothes up and head up to the small refresher of the ship, making a sarcastic salute before saying.
“Sir yes sir…”
Hunter huffs a soft chuckle though his nose, he couldn’t believe of how long it’s been… Omega had changed and he wished nothing will ever change that.
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“Come on Hunter!”
He looks around the area, a breeze of wind in his way as he watched Omega run with Wrecker through the beach, Tech and Echo talking about whatever they had in mind, the scent of the ocean filled his senses in is nose…
And a soft hand, smaller compared to his large and rough calloused hand brushing his.
He looked down to see you in a white dress, shoulders bare and feet against the sand, your sandals in your occupied hand as you weaved your hand in his, he squeezed your hand softly and smile down at you.
“Hunter…?”
“Yeah…?”
You look up at him and smile, your mouth opens to say something until he felt a jab on his side.
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“HUNTER!”
He jolted up and saw that Omega was waking him up, he groaned and rubbed his face with his hand and look at Omega with a moody look.
“What kid…?”
Omega smiles and points at the small plate of treats on one of the built in tables of the marauder.
“She brought us food this morning, you should’ve seen her! She was wearing a pretty floral dress and she had a hibiscus in her hair! She was so pretty!”
His eyes went wide as she said of your visit, he missed a precious moment and you had already gone.
“Why didn’t you wake me? I could’ve said hi or something”
Omega shook her head and picked up a cupcake from the plate with a white and blue frosting covering the vanilla cake under, with a small coat of pearl candies on it.
“I was about to when she came over, she said it was okay and she didn’t want to disturb your sleep.”
Hunter felt his face grow a light shade a pink.
You’re too sweet for me…
As Hunter thought Omega started to notice signs…
Her brother was in love with you.
She smirked after she finished her cupcake before throwing it in the trash, she began to head to the ramp of the marauder but Hunter spoke up.
“And where do you think you’re going?”
Omega shrugged her head and adjusted her blue jacket and took a step out before running out. Hunter sighed and shook his head before standing to stretch.
As he stretched his back he spoke.
“What is she up to…”
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I am disappointed w/ S2 of TBB so far and here’s why.
Hunter has yet to be knocked tf out.
That is all.
Family reunion. We've been waiting for this since the season 2 finale. And I am completely silent about the embrace of father and daughter.
the way his hands tighten around her and his eyes are closed
Note to anyone who needs it: don’t let your lesbian friend who’s never watched Star Wars rate clones
(they will be brutal)
Posting this here because people on tiktok got really mad
For example:
Story behind the contact name: in high school they forgot how to spell diesel and wrote ‘desil’ instead
huntah <3
Tried a different artstyle and I don’t know how to feel about it (code for i hate it)
alternate version under cut!!
yeah nevermind idk if i like this anymore
Hunter sketch because I was bored
(i used Tem’s face as a reference)
might make this into an actual piece idk yet
appreciation post to the most handsome man in the entire galaxy ❤️🔥
Finally 🙌🏼❤️
Now all that‘s missing is a hug with Cross 🥹🥹
AHHHHHHSHABIS YOU ARE SO RIGHT OMG
I love this a normal (INSANE) amount OMG
Time to bring this storyline back... @giganonyx
So is Werewolf!Hunter scared or nervous that he might hurt omega?
He is a creature born of the Sith, after all.
teehee I’m back to drawing bad batch thingsss— gonna be answering all of your lovely asks in my inbox as soon as I can!! Take this fun sketch of Hunter, and the fear of his more…fluffy, toothy side.
He is definitely afraid of hurting her. Bloodlust is built into the curse, and sometimes, his instincts become difficult to quell. It’s in moments such as these, that he has to take certain measures to ensure he doesn’t do anything he’ll come to regret.
love you to the moon and to saturn, part one: i think your house is haunted
Notes/Warnings: multi-part fic. Omega whump, Omega POV, Hunter whump, hurt/comfort, Hemlock is a b*tch, Omega is tied up/restrained, Hunter gets beat up and Omega is forced to watch. I've been working on this since the finale and as per usual, this one-shot is now a multi-chapter fic. Enjoy the first chapter!
Omega was terrified.
The guards were always terrifying, always present, but today they were on edge.
They roughly slapped a pair of cuffs on her hands instead of simply telling her to stand, and dragged her from her cell. Omega blinked to clear her vision as the harsh red light was replaced with the white lights in the hall. The commando guards shoved her in front of them and jabbed a blaster in between her shoulder blades to urge her forward.
Omega tried to get a good look at the cell across the hall. Crosshair stared back at her, eyes wide and mouth set in a firm line. She could almost believe he would jump to his feet, break down the walls of his cell, and run after her. But Crosshair wasn’t an idiot, and neither was Omega. What could he possibly do unarmed against two large, armored commandos?
The familiar brown eyes watched her walk down the hall with as much grace as an imprisoned adolescent could muster. She glanced back at Crosshair as they loaded her into the elevator. His head was already in his hands.
Omega had long given up on resisting, it only ended up with her being hurt. Or worse, Crosshair being hurt.
"The best thing you can do is cooperate," Emerie Karr, the woman who called herself Omega's sister, had warned. Emerie insisted that she had warned Crosshair of the same several times, but he had ever listened. Omega understood that Emerie had been trying to help them, but it felt like there was no sincerity behind it.
Hunter, Wrecker, Tech, and Echo were Omega's brothers, and they had come back to Kamino and certain doom for her. Crosshair was her brother even though he was loathe to act like it, and even he had risked everything to warn them, or so Emerie had told Omega.
If Emerie was Omega's sister, why wouldn't she act like it? Why didn't she offer them another way out?
Omega frowned. Instead of going down, the elevator was taking them up. Omega was always brought in to watch Nala Se’s work in the labs below ground. Why were they taking her up?
She made herself breathe. Things were going well for them. Nala Se’s work was progressing well, even ahead of schedule, and she hadn’t stepped out of line lately, they couldn’t be punishing her. Perhaps this could be a reward?
Omega shuddered to think what kind of reward Doctor Hemlock would have in mind. Good or bad, she wanted nothing to do with him.
The elevator stopped just as one of the commandos received a comm.
“The timetable’s moved up,” He told his companion. They each placed a large hand on her shoulder, pushing her forward before the door was completely open.
Omega stumbled over her feet, her hands stretched out in front of her to catch her balance, and tried to catch her bearings. This floor had the same light fixtures as all the other levels of Mount Tantiss, but everything was brighter. Sunlight seemed to come from some unseen windows as they moved her forward.
Alarms began to go off, and Omega froze.
“Move it stupid girl!” the butt of a blaster collided with the shoulder where she’d received several injections the day before.
Omega cried out in pain, and slapped a hand over her mouth. Humiliation swelled in her chest at how childish the noise was.
“You idiot!” The other commando snapped at his companion, and now all of them had stopped, even as the PA system announced an intruder alert. “You gotta keep her quiet or he’ll hear!”
Omega bit her lip. Who was he?
“Isn’t that the whole point of this?” The first commando pointed out.
“Oh, right.” Before she could blink, they hit it again. Omega grit her teeth so that only a whimper made it through, but the pain drove her to her knees.
One of them yanked on her injured arm, and she screamed. It felt like her arm was being ripped out of its socket, white hot pain searing through her body and echoing off the metal walls.
"Stop! Stop!" She gasped, but they tightened their grip on her arm and resumed dragging her down the hall. One of them took a few steps ahead to open a door.
Why were they hurting her like this? What point were they trying to make? Hemlock's torture and experiments were sadistic, but they were never pointless.
"AH!" she cried out as they yanked her arm again, and they tossed her into the room.
Omega landed on her bad shoulder and whimpered. She tucked her arms into her chest to protect them, and looked around. The room was empty. It was barely larger than her cell, but brightly lit in comparison
The door behind her slid shut, and Omega clumsily stumbled to her feet.
"Hey!" She slammed the manacled around her wrists against the door, sending a jolt of pain up her arm. After taking a deep breath to mitigate the pain, she gathered all her determination and the discipline Echo had taught her to slam her good shoulder against the door. If they wanted her to make some noise, she'd make some noise
"Let me out of here!" She screamed, slamming her fist on the door. It was solid beneath her hits, not even a dent, and the only window available was just barely out of her field of vision when she stood on her tiptoes.
She felt rather stupid. She didn't even know if the commandos were still out in the hall. For all she knew they had dumped her in there and left. But Omega had enough of being treated like some animal, and she was going to make it known.
"Hey! Let me go!" she screamed.
The commandos didn't deign to reply to her, but she could hear them out in the hall.
"Blast him!" one of them shouted. Blasterfire muffled any other noises they made, and Omega's heart beat faster. One of them cried out, and most of the blaster fire disappeared. There were a few more blasts, and then some grunts, harmonized with the clash of plastoid armor.
With one final clatter, the noises stopped.
Omega bit her lip and backed away from the door. Did she want to know what was on the other side of the door? What kind of creature had fought its way into Mount Tantiss and taken out the commandos?
Her flight instinct took over as she heard them at the console, tapping the buttons. She scurried across the floor, trying to hide in the corner of the empty room as she curled into a ball and covered her face with her arms.
The door slid open, and a helmet clattered to the floor.
"Omega!"
She gasped and looked up, unable to believe her ears or her eyes.
"Huh…Hunter?" She whispered.
Hunter stepped into the room.
"Hey kid, it's okay," He whispered, holding out his arm towards her.
Omega braced her hands against the wall, slowly pushing herself to her feet. She stumbled forward, and Hunter closed the rest of the distance between them, wrapping her up in his arms.
"Hunter!" Omega sobbed. She looped her arms around his neck, still in the cuffs. Her left shoulder screamed in protest, but she ignored it. She had to hold onto him, to wrap her arms around his neck, bury her head in his scarf, to feel his arms around her, with a promise that they would never let go.
"You came! I knew you'd come!" she said.
"Yeah," He chuckled softly, "We came.
"I'll always come for you, kid."
Omega looked up at him, "Are Echo and Wrecker here too?"
Instead of answering, Hunter scooped her up into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist.
"About that…"
Omega felt a sinking feeling deep down in her stomach. The lights overhead flickered out, and the red forcefield blocked the door, prohibiting their escape. Hunter shifted Omega to one arm and drew his blaster, fruitlessly aiming at the commandos and TK Troopers that flooded the hall outside the cell, an innumerable amount of blasters aimed at them.
Omega shivered in Hunter's arms and he pulled her closer.
"It's okay, it's okay," he told her. He took his eyes off the troopers for just a moment to whisper in her ear.
"It's all part of the plan."
"Sergeant Hunter, put down your weapons or we will be forced to shoot." One of the commanders warned.
Hunter did as he was told. Without letting go of Omega, he crouched down and set his blaster on the ground, kicking it across the room towards the door. Then he drew his knife. In a classic display of Bad Batch noncompliance, he threw it at the shield, grinning to see several of the TK Troopers flinch before it landed just short of the door.
With Hunter disarmed, the shield was deactivated and a dozen TK troopers swarmed them. One of them grabbed Omega under her shoulders to lift her off of Hunter and she whimpered.
“She’s hurt,” Hunter snarled, even as the troopers pulled him back by the shoulders. Another whacked their blaster against his groin, forcing Hunter to his knees.
Omega, still wearing her bindercuffs, was dropped unceremoniously on the ground and expected to stand on her own. Hunter’s hands were pulled behind his back and cuffed.
“Good work, men.” This was a new commando standing in the doorway, with yellow paint on his armor.
“Bring them to Doctor Hemlock.”
We were robbed of wet rat Hunter
Tell me why the animators did everything in their power to avoid showing Hunter with wet hair on screen 😩 ✋
THEY LITERALLY SHOWED HIM GETTING TO SHORE ONLY TO BE BLOCKED BY THE GASPING FORM OF WRECKER(lol) AND THEN HE TURNS AWAY FROM THE CAMERA A N D T H E N HE STANDS UP BUT HIS HEAD IS DIRECTLY CUT OUT OF FRAME WHAT KIND OF MONSTERS DID THIS anyway
Some sketches pertaining to werewolf! Hunter.
I feel like Tech would definitely try his best to research everything about the dark side of the force and Sith alchemy, mostly to find anything that can help cure his brother (and, of course, just because it’s very interesting to read about and he genuinely enjoys learning new things). But the content he’s delving into is probably less than appropriate for children, especially considering all the violence, dismemberment, etc, (you know, Sith things) that are all over his research. Spooky stuff, and not meant for Omega, lol.
I also think it would be pretty curious if the Jedi and the republic destroyed or kept all Sith documents pertaining to werewolf stuff under heavy security(Tech can get through (probably.. maybe) but it’s gonna be a hassle). Honestly, they might’ve just destroyed everything about the Sith and their discoveries as a way to purge their influence from the galaxy, but I think they could’ve kept a few things, right? *wink wink*
Finally, there’s Hunter writhing in agony 👍. Werewolf transformations are not pleasant, that is for sure.
The transformations run on a full moon cycle, and should occur once a month. However, during space travel, they become spontaneous and unpredictable, making intergalactic transportation a rather grueling and painful experience(trust me, he’d know).
(Cid would bully him about being a wolf man thing but in all honesty, she does feel bad for him 💀)
(I should be able to post the first chapter really soon! I just need to do some final edits to smooth it out)(writing is hard sometimes 💀)
Omega and Hunter have an unfortunate encounter with zygerrian slavers, he goes a lil cray cray, and so here we are 💃💃💃
He’s just hungry fr.
It’s difficult being a space werewolf- you never know if the planet you’re going to has a full moon or not. Makes not destroying your clothes a lot harder.
ALSO- he usually has control when hes in his werewolf form (besides the first night 🗿that’s also the day he destroyed his armor lmao, now he gets the new drip in season 2) but since it’s a curse created by an ancient Sith Lord, and he is supposed to be a dangerous beast, sometimes he’ll have darker urges that become difficult to quell(such as slaughtering normal ppl and attacking force sensitives lmao).
Hope y’all enjoy my cringe ❤️
The first chapters for my fic should be releasing soon!! Just trying to make enough content to keep y’all entertained till I can write more and release chapters at a reasonable rate.
I was on pinterest looking for gifs of Hunter (don't question me) and the comment on this one killed me
I audibly cackled
also if someone does it just tag me.. 👀
Sergeant Hunter 🪶✨ He has many titles, but here I absolutly indulged the Mr. Mysterious Hair in the Wind version 😎 He's melancholic and needs a hug and a caf – not mandatory in this chronological order ☕️
Hunter is the one of The Bad Batch who seems to have a changing eye color with every new light or shadow situation! 👀 I noticed very late, I admit, because I was mostly distracted by staring long hair or something else, 🫠 but I tried to catch his undecided eye color – not brown, not grey, not green, not golden... but very much wood wilderness in there 🪶
Have a closer look, because I never made detailed eyes like this before:
Based on this post and heartful ask of @hurtmitcrab 🫶 and coincidence can tell, today I also stumbled over this very fitting post, thanks to @skellymom 🫶 and the OP @dindjarindiaries 🫶 – sending all warm Hunter hugs to yoouuu! 🥰 take them, he needs it! Why he looks so sad all the time!
Also to my friend @clonethirstingisreal 🫶 stay HUNTERed 😎✨ aaaaand also my sweet Chaos vod @lonewolflupe ✨🐺🫶🦉✨ have the maybe most detailed crosshatched tattoo I made since the Sergeant lurked in the woods ✨🪶🌳
Taglist: @eclec-tech @bixlasagna @returnofthepineapple @sunshinesdaydream @covert1ntrovert @general-ida-raven @vrycurious @dystopicjumpsuit @chaicilatte @groguandthebadbatch @ladylucksrogue @spaceyjessa @morerandombullshit @freesia-writes
May the 4th be with you 🌎🪐☄️
Repaint of Hunter! I wanted to make him look more like Temuera, I also added in extra lighting :D
Based on this image:
This is meant to be just a silly little sketch about Hunter nothing more. I’m also trying to change my style more like trying thinner lines but I failed at that obviously 😩😩😩.
POV: You had managed to sneak out of the event but Hunter had secretly tailed you, thinking you were up to some trouble. "And where do you think you're going...?" he asked you, an amused smile decorating his face.
Version without shadows:
I diverted a bit from the draft and tied his hair back because I liked the idea of him wearing some dark fantasy/vampiric prince attire (or renegade prince as someone had suggested, thank u <3)
For a look at the others, see this post here
Taglist: @freesia-writes @riinoaheartilly @mamuzzy
If Hunter were to start a scarf collection, what kind of scarf would you get him to add to his collection that currently measures one (1) scarf? (what color(s), patterns, fabric types, etc.)
Well well well… *rubs hands together gleefully*
This could not have come at a better time, my friend. I am currently pulling all of my clothes out of my bedroom closet in order to wash them and get them stored elsewhere in my house…I have a roof leak, probable mold problems, my bedroom and closet stay almost pitch dark all day which makes things even worse—let’s just say my house is a never ending source of most of my frustration in life. Okay, now let me get back on track.
Soooo, last night I washed all of my scarves and was reminded of how much I love them even though I don’t wear them very often 🫣 so I am going to use some of them as examples and/or inspiration of what I would dress Hunter in…I mean gift him, I mean, I totally wouldn’t be imagining any of these around his neck or watching a soft smile on his face as he realized I had gotten a gift especially for him…okay okay I’m back I swear.
Disclaimer, I did not look up proper scarf terms so I just winged it on trying to describe them.
1. Grey floral pashmina
If Hunter still had his season 1 armor, I think this scarf would be beautiful with his colors and the pop of red from his armor underneath. It’s soft and thick, and wide enough to wrap around like a shawl but still narrow enough to be a nice scarf as well. I think he would love it. It can be very dressy as well so a perfect fit for a night out or an event.
2. Striped wrap
In a similar vein to the above, this scarf is soft and extremely wide, it’s almost too thick for me to wrap comfortably around my neck. It can be used as a blanket, shawl, scarf, head wrap, a sling for carrying things (maybe even a very sleepy Omega??). It has his old and new colors, has infinite uses, and would honestly look very good on him.
Both of these scarves are brushed cotton but can I emphasize again just how soft they are??
3. Silk bandana/tie/belt
(This is nylon but let’s pretend it’s a nicer material). I might change the colors up a little bit from what I have, but these still work pretty well for Hunter. This long strip of fabric never wrinkles, has a really good flow to it while feeling completely weightless, and could be used as a nicer bandana to keep hair out of his face, tied up around his neck as a tie or bow tie or cravat situation, or even maybe tied around his eyes or wrists for, um…reasons.
4. Chunky knit infinity scarf
And of course, Hunter deserves a super soft, warm, chunky knit infinity scarf that he can just throw on and wrap himself up in when it’s cold. Similar to what he already has but much cozier for winter. I bet Crosshair or Wrecker would get bored one day and make it for him.
However, I’m not sure what color I would choose for him, actually. Probably red or maybe a burnt orange or even a darker greenish teal. Whatever accents his outfit underneath.
5. Lace triangle scarf
Okay, this isn’t self-indulgent at all 👀. I think Hunter would look super sexy amazing with some kind of lacy, delicate scarf that he could wear the way a bandana is traditionally worn. Whether it peeks out from under his armor and shirt or he wears it draping over the front of his cuirass just to look nicer or with nothing else he would look even more dashing and handsome in this. Navy would be a good color for him but he could also do a darker orange or red of course.
Another commission, now it's our dear sergeant's turn <3
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