fuck u Filoni, my canon now 😤
Everybody is happy, Hardcase lives and becomes besties with Wrecker <3 😌
It’s that time of the year again, my Star Wars hyperfixation is back in full force! Most likely will continue to draw more of them boys, I just love them very very much 💛✨
Thanks to @wrenkenstein for Tech’s helmet, it’s been such a big help!
Bad Batch Hugs
Fallen Trooper (Crosshair painting)
This.
fuck these “i need to be fucked” posts. I need to be motherfucking kissed. throw me against a wall and kiss me like i’m the love of your goddamn life and you didn’t think you’d ever find me.
I wouldn't date any of the kids in this picture, cause I'm an adult in training and shit, so I guess one of the adults?
Stolen from twitter bc I need to see everyone's answers
Star Wars: The Bad Batch (6/?) - Season 2
Star Wars + Text Posts & Headlines
This is a Star Wars-dilf-to-a-child-who’s-technically-older-than-them checkpoint.
You must reblog this with a picture of Din Djarin and Hunter Bad Batch to continue.
AU in which the chancellor dies in a freak (probably Zillo-beast related) accident. Everyone is attending his funeral and really, the Jedi are trying really hard to mourn but it’s incredibly difficult to when the entirety of the coruscant guard is apparently throwing a mental and spiritual party so loud in the Force Dathomir can feel it.
Hey, everyone! I know it's been a hot minute, but I have an idea for a fic that I'm probably never going to right, but I thought you guys might like to hear about it anyway!
The thing is, I love crossovers. Even if there are just crossover elements, I'm happy. So, here's what I've come up with:
Star Wars: The Clone Wars w/ Spider-Man Elements!
An independent Kaminoan scientist is doing independent experiments on spiders. One day, two of their spider experiments escape.
The corridor that lab is in is a good shortcut to some of the training centers, and CT-5555, aka Fives, and CT-1409, aka Echo, happen to be using it as the spiders are out.
They both get bitten, but they don't think anything of it. They go to training as normal.
Come nightfall, Hevy, Cutup, and Droidbate are in a panic because something is wrong. Both Fives and Echo have fevers, not so severe that they need the medbay, but still worrying.
Come morning, they have ✨ spider powers✨
Echo
Organic webbing, like Toby Maguire.
Venom shock, like Miles Morales in Spider-Verse
Stickiness, obviously
Super strength
Spider sense
Enhanced senses
Fangs like Miguel O'Hara, but smaller
Purring
Enhanced metabolism
Healing
Lack of thermoregulation
Sudden aversion to mint and vinegar
Fives
Also organic webbing
Super strength
Stickiness
Spider sense
Enhanced senses
Venomous fangs that retract (I read about that in an MCU fanfic that I can't remember the name of)
Invisibility, also like Miles Morales
Purring
Enhanced metabolism
Healing
Lack of thermoregulation
Sudden aversion to mint and vinegar
Anyway, they figure out their powers with the help of their batch, and keep everything completely secret from everyone else. So, at the time of their Citadel exam, they're a lot closer.
Except 99, of course. He helped raise everyone. And Clone Force 99, eventually. Fives and Echo, and the rest of the Dominoes, love those kids. Fives and Echo help them feel not alone.
However, both Fives and Echo are overstimulated, because Bric is an asshole, so they aren't at the top of their game. Hevy decides they should take a calculated risk, and they throw the exam
(in my opinion, this just speaks for their faith in Shaak Ti)
Anyway, they pass the exam the second time around and get sent to Rishi. The twins still keep their powers a secret, but they still train with their powers.
When the invasion of commando droids comes knocking, Echo and Fives' spider senses clue them in, so everyone survives! Yay!
The twins do go feral, and they go a little crazy with the webs, but the first wave is pretty much obliterated by the time Cody and Rex show up. It is stressful to clean up all the webs. Luckily, the rest of the Dominoes distract Cody, Rex, and all the others on Rishi
Anyway, everyone survives so all of Domino squad joins the 501st
Eventually, the Dominoes trust the legion enough to tell them about the spider situation, and everyone loves it!
At one point, Hevy pulls Rex aside and is like, Fives and Echo see boundaries differently, so they were afraid to cross yours by asking, so I'm gonna ask for them. Wanna join us for a nest pile at some point? Because that is a thing they do at least once a week.
(also, that lil interaction is my way of saying I headcanon Fives and Echo as neurodivergent)
Also, once the Bad Batch gets out into the field, the Dominoes absolutely follow their missions, cause they're so proud.
Echo and Fives have told Rex all about them, so the 501st gets to work with them a lot sooner.
As Jesse is leading the Batch to the barracks they'll be sharing with the Dominoes, they hear the Dominoes talking about how proud they are of the Bad Batch and that they really hope the Batch wants to do nest piles like when they were cadets but if not they'll respect their boundaries, blah blah blah
Hearts melt, and a nest pile happens, of course!
And of course thanks to the spider senses Echo doesn't get captured, Umbara doesn't go to shit, the chip situation happens differently, and Order 66 doesn't happen!
So folks, I'm on season 6 episode 9 of the clone wars... Like, damn. I've had a hard time with Mace Windy at times, but why didn't anyone tell me that he adopted Jar Jar? It's so wholesome, it has added 6 months into my life span. Seriously, after the unfortunate fate of Fives, which I'm in denial about, I needed some wholesome star wars content. They delivered for sure!
Steve Harrington was a child actor.
During the mid to late aughts when the Capitalistic Mouse was pumping out teen stars like it was nothing, the Harrington family hopped on that train and rode it until Harrington was written across the t-shirts of every pre-teen girl across america. His face was EVERYWHERE. And yeah, he was the teenage heartthrob pretty boy that was lead singer of his band.
Eddie Munson couldn't escape this mother fucker. Not at school, on the radio in his uncle's car, at every social setting he was forced into.
On the TV in his room with the volume turned so low only he could hear him.
Eddie Munson was a very secret super-fan of Steve Harrington. He owned all his plastic albums and a handful of powder pink t-shirts. He had a poster he kept rolled up, stuffed in the back of his closet right next to his sexuality. Because no one could know that Eddie Munson, the trailer park kid with Metallica always blaring from his smashed phone, liked a fucking boy band.
But trends changed, and Harrington faded off, cutting his contract with The Mouse to live his own life- He’d disappeared for a while- He’d stopped craving the spotlight a long time ago, and Eddie had admitted he was a little more than heartbroken. So Eddie Munson, shoebox full of Steve Harrington paraphernalia shoved under his bed, moved on.
That was, until he heard a very familiar voice on his radio on his way home from work. His aux cord had busted so he was stuck on the greatest hits of the current time, rather than Metallica or Judas Priest.
"Back from his long hiatus, with his new hit single that's topping charts across the globe, here's Steve Harrington!"
Eddie almost swerved off the road.
Of course, when he got home, he was googling shit for hours before finding out that Steve had decided to step back into the spotlight on his own terms, and the public had received him because they loved him. That debut song was the kickoff point. He didn't make a full album or announce his tour until after the tell-all Netflix docu-series that was number one trending every Thursday night for a month. Eddie took off work to watch them the second they released.
He wasn't shocked that the company that made him treated him like a puppet- it'd been seen before with other child stars. It was his family that had Eddie floored. They’d forced him to work, took all the money he'd made up until he was eighteen, and he never saw a dime of it. He didn't even talk to his parents anymore, and they hadn’t contacted him. So, between diner jobs and writing his own music on the side, he reconnected with his old bandmates and decided it was worth trying again, because it had never been about the money for Steve.
So there he was, center stage of a sold out arena, glittering with fresh confidence and a new sound- but the same voice that had snatched Eddie's heart when he was twelve years old. The voice that forced him to have the terrifying realization that he liked boys. It was even more terrifying now that Eddie was just feet away from him in the pit, singing along with every other twenty-something that had snagged floor seats for Steve's return tour.
And in a rush of glittery adrenaline and sweaty bodies, the show was over and Eddie was wandering by himself down busy city streets. He wandered into a shitty hole-in-the-wall gay bar that he was certain only he knew about, because it was always dead when he came around. He slid into his usual seat at the bar and ordered his favorite drink, over the moon that he'd been so close to Steve. It was like all his childhood dreams had all come true. He was lost in his own thoughts when a fresh drink he hadn't ordered was slid in front of him.
"Can I buy you a drink?"
Eddie hadn't been facing him, so he could hide his expression when he recognized the voice. It was a voice he knew like the back of his hand, one that had been blasting his eardrums out not an hour ago. He collected himself as quickly as he could, trying to convince himself he was hearing things. He took the cup in his ring-adorned hand and brought it to his lips.
"I dunno, can you?"
Eddie somehow played it cool for the first time in his life. He pretended he didn't know him, when he saw his face. He did let himself get lost in his eyes, though, and Steve probably noticed. He treated him just like he would have treated any other guy that hit on him, except he actually liked this one. And Steve seemed pleased, to not be recognized.
So he took Eddie back to his hotel room, took his number, showed him a good time, and called him the next day. And the day after that, and the day after that.
Steve kept calling him, and Eddie kept answering, twirling his hair and kicking his feet like a schoolgirl because Steve was actually really nice. Down to earth and kind, and he never talked about his work, even when he admitted to Eddie what it was, and Eddie acted shocked. ‘Oh, you have like, a little band? Cool, cool.’ After weeks of back and forth and eventual ‘I wanna see you again’s, Steve asked Eddie to travel with him while he toured, and what was Eddie going to say? No, I'd rather sit alone in my tiny apartment and work my life away in a dull record store? Like hell.
And at the end of the tour, once Steve formally asked him to be his boyfriend and Eddie almost passed out, they bought a cute little house and settled down. Well, as much as a pop star could. He still made music, still played shows, did the usual TV appearances and played in Times Square on new years eve.
Steve Harrington kissed his boyfriend Eddie Munson on national live television, in front of millions of people and the undying internet, and they made headlines.
But, after all that. All the glamor, and the tabloids, Steve went on a break again. Eddie learned that Steve was genuine, and Steve learned that Eddie was hopelessly devoted, and he married him. Eddie took Steve’s last name, of course. It did take some convincing for his uncle, though. To accept the name change- Not that his nephew was gay and in love with a world class pop star.
So, with matching gold bands and wide smiles, they visited Wayne Munson for their first holiday season where Steve wasn't busy working. Eddie showed Steve his childhood bedroom, which had long been turned into Wayne's TV room. They'd spent their holiday bundled up on his tiny old couch, watching age-old holiday specials and napping through the afternoon.
Eddie woke up to Steve on the floor beside him, sifting through an old, weathered shoe box, its contents strewn about the floor, and he wondered if he was in a nightmare.
He dove for the box but the jig was up, he was found out, his goose was cooked, he was a goner, he was fucked. Steve was going to hate him for life. He apologized over and over as he scrambled to tear his Steve Harrington collection away from Steve fucking Harrington himself, but Steve just laughed and held up a sticky note, faded and crumpled, and Eddie wanted to fall through the floor, through all nine circles of hell, and die.
"Eddie Harrington, huh?"
Eddie snatched the dumb note from his school days and apologized again, but Steve was grinning from ear to ear.
"I thought you'd admit it one day, but I'm impressed, babe."
"You knew? How- How long have you known-"
"How many men do you think I see jamming out at my shows? That know every word off my first album from when I was a kid? That aren’t there because their girlfriends dragged them? I had Robin follow you to that shitty bar I found you in because- I had to meet you. I wanted to know who you were. And then you just… Treated me like a human. You pretended you had no fucking clue who I was, man. That was the hottest shit ever."
Eddie didn't know how to react to that. The whole time he pretended not to know who Steve was, Steve was waiting for him to crack. And now, it's five years later and they're married. He supposed they both had a bit of a secret, then. What, with Steve sending his best friend to seek out a fan so he could hit on him? Oh, for shame, Stevie.
"This has gotta be my favorite, though. I'm keeping it."
Steve held a photo up, discolored and worn. It was of Eddie, head shaven, young and free of any of the tattoos and piercings he had now. His arm was slung around a very young Steve, who was about a head taller than Eddie at the time- But they were laughing, because Eddie had just said something that made Steve's eyes light up. Wayne had paid for Eddie to go to one of Steve’s meet and greets before a concert- He was up in the nosebleeds but the meet and greet was all that mattered to him. It had been his christmas and birthday present all wrapped into one, and he’d been so happy.
“You can’t just steal that, it’s my favorite photo of us.”
“Even more than our wedding photo, huh?”
“Oh, it’s not even close, babe.”
Likes and reblogs appreciated ❣️
As Clone Wars fans, this is all we can really ask for.
I can't remember who designed the Crosshair page break I used, so please credit yourself in the comments or with a reblog!
Thinking about Hardcase getting to be an ARC trooper with Jesse
Thinking about Tup and Dogma just talking and hanging out together
Thinking about Domino squad all joining the 501st and eventually becoming ARCs
Thinking about Rex getting to see his brothers after the war
Thinking about Comet hugging Wolffe after he lost his eye
Thinking about Wrecker letting Echo use Lula after a nightmare
Thinking about Fives being there when Echo was found
Thinking about bly and Aayla growing old together
Thinking about Cody helping shinies adjust after their first battle
Thinking about Boil and Waxer going back to Ryloth and visiting Numa often
Thinking about Omega getting to see the stars without the fear of being hunted
Thinking about Plo Koon making sure the 104th felt loved
Thinking about Ahsoka joining the clone cuddle piles
Thinking about Rex watching his brothers be happy
Thinking about the clones being happy
20, she/her, USA Hey, everyone! I don't have anyone to talk to in real life about my hyperfixation, so now it's your problem! Asks and dms are open!
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