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Some Bad Batch things :)

so I've seen a couple posts about the 20th anniversary poster saying that crosshair was just looking away/didn't like his picture being taken

but have we considered instead that he's just looking at mayday

look at him, there's, like, no other reason for him to be looking up there unless he's stopping to look back at the brother who helped him finally see how terrible the empire was to the clones

anyone ask for crosshair with wings?

he's missing his right hand in the bottom right corner because I wanted to be canon accurate. no other reason....

(close-ups under the cut)

Star Wars: Revelations: Crosshair x Ottehok

TCW Fanfic: Crosshair x Ottehok

Norsik Language is called Norslyr:

Ottehok- Shade in Russian

Forbandet Afkom- Cursed Offspring in Danish

Alfodr- Meaning All Father/Odin

Pabbi- Daddy in Icelandic

This is the first sexual encounter between these two characters in a series I am writing 

based on the aftermath of TCW.

WARNINGS:  NSFW, explicit 18+, cursing, P in V, protected sex, butt stuff, rough sex, gagging, slapping, pet names, male Dom, female Sub (kinda), allusion to past trauma. (Both individuals are slightly emotionally fractured, also the cleanest characters who have the nastiest sex;).  

4.3K word count.  

Crosshair x Ottehok

The Norse Executioner, Lone Ranger; Ottehok. A rather stunning peach colored Zebrak/Trandoshan female. The oracle of her field.  She must continue to slay Forbandet Afkom believed to be the blooded kin of the Goddess named Hel.  It has been said that Ranger, Ottehok; is the God Heimdall incarnate, the Great Watcher for Bjornheim.  She remains chained to the grounds of the spreading Ragnarok Ranges until the Afkom have been Cleansed from the terra. 

Crosshair demands to taste this caliber of woman.  

The Scourge Sniper, the Overwatch for his Troop, Crosshair.  A recognized Wingman; a Norse position given to the sharpest of Gunsmen.  Ottehok witnessed his capabilities when it came to the Cleanse of Thovid.  How he strangled a Zerbrak Cannibal with just his bare hands, smiling while doing so.  How he takes the rear path to watch over his Troop, hence Overwatch.  Unlike some members of his crew, he participated in the Cleansing of the cannibal younglins.  Did not hesitate, no remorse, delivered a swift and painless death upon them and moved on for that was the task that needed to be done.  

Crosshair’s actions reflect his forging, qualities Ottehok desires in a mate.  

But this encounter is not about love, affection, or breeding; this is about a deserved release.  A needed break from the ten-year expanse of isolation this woman has endured for the sake of her people.  Who either respect or reject her.  Either way she goes about her tasks, her way, the way that things need to be done for her people.  Her resolve is gleaming in her rust-colored eyes as she removes her helmet in front of Crosshair.  

In the hull of the Solar Scourge Ottehok places her helm on a crate alongside her pack.  Crosshair observes her motions as she reaches up and releases her pine green hair from a low bun and shakes her head.  He split tongue tasting the air.  He removes his helmet along with his gloves and meets her level of resolve as their lips collide.  

Crosshair dominates the kiss.  She desires pleasure from him, and he will deliver it to her, his way.  Her arms hook around his neck as they kiss.  She raises her height just an inch on the tips of her toes to reach his lips more comfortably.  Her hands glide through his soft hair while his graze along her sides to pull their midsections closer together.  The sounds of their armors rubbing against each other fills their ears.  Ottehok stands flat on her feet to break the kiss and take a breath.  Her hands sliding down his chest plate as her eyes stare up into his, admiring his stature.  His gaze is soft but not unguarded, attentive to all her movements, keeping wary of this Executioner.  But neutrality floods her gaze, a hand gently cups the right side of his face to feel the shadow of a beard and the bottom portion of his tattoo.  

Ottehok drops her guard entirely in this moment.

Crosshair slightly tilts his head into her touch.  Her fingerless gloves allow him to feel bits of her skin against him.  Ottehok begs for a break from everything for just this moment with her eyes.  But he wants to hear her ask for it.  

“What do you want?”  His voice a low rasp as his hands come around her waist to hold her close to him.  

“Your cock…”, her voice breaks with need as she continues.  “To writhe underneath you…marked by your teeth…to have every hole in me used by you.”  She finishes with her hand moving to cup his jaw with fingers parting his lips to inspect his perfectly aligned pearly whites.  He allows this touch to occur, far to used to being inspected in such a manner on Kamino.  Her hands trail down his chest plate with fingers grazing at his codpiece.  She knows well enough to wait for his permission to begin removing it for him.  

She knows what she wants.

Of all the remaining men on Norsik, this devout Pagan comes to surrender herself to an Off-Worlder.  Crosshair takes great consideration if he should indulge this woman.  This planet has rules that these people must follow or else his crew may be banished from the planet with the Norse participant being written off as a sacrifice to atone for their sins.  He must decipher if this woman is setting him up; thus, banning himself and his crew from this system that they helped liberate or if she really is just in need for a good thrashing.  He confirms that it is the latter as she removes her wrist comm and throwing her harness with holsters containing blasters and knives.  She is completely bare of any sort of possible recorders or weapons.  

Crosshair releases a chuckle as a hand comes up to brush a lock of hair behind her ear and swiftly takes her chin into his hand.  “Want to be used in any particular order?”  He purrs whilst stepping forward to press her back against a storage crate to box her in.  He makes it clear that he wants to absorb all her focus.  A knee rises between her legs to nudge at her core which she instinctively begins to grind upon.  

“I do not like a-t-m…”  She says shyly, batting her eyes up at him.  

“I wouldn’t do that to you…Peaches.”  Crosshair knows full well that Ottehok despises this nickname.  Anyone who mocks her with it ends up shot or wounded in some form or another by her hand.  It is always thrilling to witness her exact justice upon those who slight her or her comrades.  But in this instance, she bites her bottom lip and her fingers curl into the front of his chest plate to signal for undressing as her walls drip hot nectar at his voice using that name.  He drops his knee while their deft hands work away at their armor straps stripping to their under clothes.  “So begulling…”  He admires her body with a step backward to take in her full frame.  Ottehok stands at 6’1, slender build with divine muscle tone true to her Zebrak genetics.  She is quite the attractive creature through and through.  The Trandoshan heritage is identifiable with her eyes, voice, and tattoos which just add to her allure.  

Ottehok is the most unique being Crosshair has ever had the pleasure to work alongside.  

Crosshair aims to make her steady eyes roll into the back of her skull.  Maybe he can make her croak within the hull for all to hear.  Make them all hear how she likes to be used by an Off-Worlder; implying that this fornication is a testament to any men that hear their sex that Norsemen do not suffice to satisfy her.  The filthy things Ottehok craves from a man with the resolve to do it too her…  

Crosshair grabs a few condoms from a pack strapped to his armor and sets them atop a crate.  He leans back against a tall storage box with his arms folded across his chest, eyes fixated on Ottehok.  The lights are dim within the hull, he watches her from the surrounding darkness just outside the rim of light as she remains under a faint glow.  The shadows accentuate her womanly curves and brighten her peach-colored skin.  

“Strip.  Show me that pretty little peach of yours.”  He speaks with a smug smirk.  Ottehok gives him a show with bedroom eyes and a soft pouty look.  All being fueled by the ache between her legs.  She stands before him naked, taking it upon herself to follow his request to show him everything.  She hops onto a crate behind her and opens her legs, licking her fingers with her split tongue to spread her neatly tucked folds.  Crosshair is beyond pleased with the view.  

He inspects Ottehok further, he has been aware of her split tongue the first time she removed her helm to speak the night she had to explain the situation at the Ranges.  But now he can see everything.  Her nipples and navel are pierced, tattoos cover much of her body from her toes to her fingers reaching up to her neck.  Norslyr text etched into left side of her scalp that reads, ‘Take No Prisoners’ when her hair is arranged in fierce battle braids.  Her breasts are void of any ink; her solar plexus has an extremely detailed dagger pointed up towards her neck.  That is a very intense part of any anatomy to receive a blow let alone hours of ink.  His sights fall to the vivid red orange color of her pussy, the delicate skin there matches the color of her nipples and lips.  

Delicious.

Ottehok is built to endure the harshest of elements that Norsik has to offer.  Crosshair wants to see if she can withstand an element from the Void.  

Crosshair licks his lips and steps forward to place his skilled hands on her warm body.  They share a deep kiss before he breaks away and kneels to take in the sight of her peach.  His hands cup her breasts to tease her nipples as he dives in with his tongue to taste her decadent nectar.  She is touch starved, reacting to everything he does wherever his touch wanders.  The shivers he delivers through her body feel much like she was a virgin once more.  His tongue dips inside and then back to her clit spelling his name in Arubesh eliciting the lewdest of noises a woman can make.  Ottehok falls backward while gripping at his hands and hair.  He adds a finger and pumps it a few times before adding a second as her peach floods with juice mixed with his saliva.  

“Pabbi!”  She whines as her back arches off the crate and her legs begin to tense.  He rises to look her over, watching her orgasm erupt through her body as he keeps the pace with his fingers to thoroughly work her through it.  Her feet find purchase on the edge of the crate with her eyes glued shut as the comets stream across her vision.  His pace quickens and he angles his precise fingers to rub that special little spot inside her which forces her peach to overflow with sweet nectar onto the floor.  Crosshair removes his fingers and shoves them in her mouth as she tries to catch her breath.  

“What did you say?”  He asks near her ear then bites her neck.  She winces but gives her response through the action.

“Pabbi…daddy…”  Tears leave the corners of her eyes as he looks down upon her and removes his fingers from her mouth.  He licks away the streaks with a pleasant hum.

“Mm, I like that.  Call me pabbi or sir from now on, understand Peaches?”  Her body tremors at the pet name, from now on Crosshair is the only one allowed to call her that.  She nods and sits up to meet his lips again but he stops her with a hand to her shoulder.  “And… you need to ask for my permission to cum.”  Her lust filled gaze diminishes and she cups his jaw with knit brows.  

“I will play the name game, swallow your fluids, take your punishments.  But I will never ask for permission for my own orgasms.  Sir.”  This is the most she has ever really spoken to Crosshair in Arubesh, she is improving.  

“So, you are not going to comply?”  His eyes narrow with a sharp edge but Ottehok sneers and pushes him back for her own space.  She hops off the crate and nearly topples over as her legs are still shaking from her orgasm.  She bites her cheek to force herself to stand up as to not appear weak in front of him any longer.  Crosshair’s cock is a painful throbbing rod that is clearly visible to both people.  But now she has apparently received enough of a release to tap out, leaving him out to dry.  Crosshair is flooded with dangerous emotions, things he shouldn’t be feeling or thinking of.  

“You have no jurisdiction over me Voider.  This is my terra, my body.  We can continue but as I submit to you, I expect for you to make me cum.  As much as I want, as much as you can make me, and I do the same for you.”  Her trigger finger jabs into his chest with every point she makes, wearing a scowl that equally rivals his own.  “The hunt for orgasm is what keeps me submissive, Wingman.”  She finishes and crosses her arms with a face of determination he recognizes from her 116,400 hours of footage while in the Ranges when fighting Afkom.  Ottehok views Crosshair as a predator invading her hovel; a man pushing a set boundary.  Too not be snuffed he must respect her grounds.  

Crosshair sighs and his lip twitches for a second as if he had a toothpick between his lips.  “Very well.”  He acknowledges her terms and steps forward and places his hands on her shoulders.  He peers down at her with a softened gaze fixated on her stern look.  He wants to melt that look away and replace it with the face she had earlier when she was unraveling on his fingers.  “I will make you erupt with pleasure my sweet peach.  I just like to hear you beg for it…”  He admits lowly and kisses her forehead.  Her arms drop to his waist band pulling him flush against her as they embrace for this moment between them.  

“I can beg, sir.  I promise you; I will beg…”  Her sultry tone is silenced with a deep kiss and his cock is freed against her stomach.  She pulls up the hem of his undershirt and he removes it while her hands run down his body as she drops to her knees to pull his bottoms down to strip him naked with her.  

A hand strokes his shaft while the other cups his balls.  Her mouth laps at the bead of precum at the tip and her split tongue runs over his frenulum in a widely new sensation that forces a shallow groan to leave his chest.  Both hands fist her hair and has her mouth all to himself now.  She can take most of him in her throat, a hand comes to rest on his hip to push against it when he tries to get the last few inches inside her mouth.  Her eyes are wide with tears in the corner which is an erotic sight to Crosshair.  The sloppy gagging noises she makes fill the hull.  He continues to fuck her throat by just having his hands bob her head, if he were to start thrusting his hips, he’d most likely cum too soon.  

“Suck me harder…”  he coos brushing hair from her eyes so she can clearly look at him from below.  Messy noises come from her as she gags, bile comes up to coat his cock and down the front of her body and onto the floor.  He pulls her off with a click of his tongue and she coughs for air.  “You just love making messes, don’t you?”.  He says taking a fistful of hair to pull her up to her feet and guiding her back to the crate she was on earlier.  

“Always…p-pabbi…I’m sorry…”  She wipes her mouth with the back of a hand as he lifts her onto the crate to spread her legs.  She is soaking wet all the way down her legs, just a complete mess that this Clone Commander must clean up after they are done here.  Crosshair grabs a condom and rolls it on, he quickly glazes his cock in her nectar placing the head at her opening.  Before he plunges inside he anchors her down with a firm grip to her neck.  She replies with a devious smile and a pleading glint.  He smiles and gently pushes inside her in a fluid motion that has Ottehok moaning like a whore.  

Her toes curl, her eyes darken and squeeze tight, she nearly screams when he pulls back and thrusts back in a few times to penetrate her more deeply.  She is unbelievably tight, very closely to the feeling when she was a virgin and being…used…by members of Irrek Hall when she was young.  The very blistering pain of those memories that she has buried for so long come welling up and she starts to cry.  It is unnerving to Crosshair; he releases her throat and almost pulls out when she grasps his shoulder to stop him.

“No!  No please!  Please pabbi- Crosshair!  Don’t stop…”  While sobbing.  “I need this…”  

“Gah fine!  Just take it like this then!”  He berates impatiently and flips her onto her stomach to pound her from behind.  “But if it becomes too much you better say something or I will just keep going, understood?”  Ottehok nods her head wiping her nose with her hand as he bares down inside her mercilessly.  His hips snapping into her ass to make up for the loss of her warmth for those few seconds.  He grunts into her ear, her back arching whilst continuing to cry.  This feeling much better than all the past times, his girth stretching her open, length piercing her deeply, slapping her ass with an exciting ferocity that makes her cunt twitch around him.  Crosshair bends forward and hooks an arm around her neck to choke her in a new fashion.  His mouth nips at her ear, his grunts filling her canal as his cock fills her pussy like no Norseman has ever done before.  His hand comes to cover her mouth with his precise fingers covering her nose as he flexes his arm around her neck to near suffocation.  

One of her hands comes to his that is cupped to her face and the other slams the top of the crate to signal for air.  His fingers lift off from her nose and mouth, but his palm still presses to her cheek.  When he feels she’s caught enough air his fingers return to smother her again.  His fingers dive into her mouth to slicken them up for his next approach.  He pulls off her back releasing her from his grip and looks down at her round little ass.  His trigger finger pokes into her anus.  Her head pops up from the crate and she props her upper body up on her forearms and the back of her head is met with his left hand which forces her forehead to the crate.  Then he slides the rest of his long slender finger into her ass.  Her walls clench around his cock, triggering another eruption of nectar to spill from her splitting peach.  

“Such a dirty girl…”  He growls as she comes undone.  Her legs close together and with a disapproving click of his tongue Crosshair forces her legs apart with his feet and quickens his movements in her ass.  He drips a clear strand of saliva from his mouth to coat her anus to keep it lubricated for easier pleasure.  He fucks her again through another orgasm, Ottehok sobs and whines underneath Crosshair.  Her arms reach out to grasp the edge of the crate to anchor herself down as her stomach keeps rubbing against the rough surface of the crate in an uncomfortable manner.  Crosshair adds his middle finger to her ass as she begins to quiver around his cock, he needs to relax her.  He pulls himself out of her entirely, his arms wrap around her hips to lift her off the crate and lay her on the floor.  He rolls her onto her side, he comes to her back to take her from behind.  She purses her lips wanting a kiss which he obliges, then nudges her ass with the head of his cock.  Her hand grips his thigh as she takes him in, he nips at her ear and buries his face in her hair while slowly pushing his way into her tight cavity.  His hands roam her body to grasp her nipples and gently roll the nubs to stimulate her.  Ottehok feels like her body is burning, she is no longer crying now.  Crosshair has fucked the memories out of her mind for good.  Using every part of her like this, it is what she needed to forget the past.  She knows that she has control over her body, her own pleasure, how she needs it to be.  Her skills and what she has done for herself have afforded her the respect necessary to get what she wants, who is going to refuse an Executioner?  

No one.

Crosshair pushes in slowly; he makes it halfway in before she winces, nails dig into his thigh eliciting a slap to her face to ease the digging.  He quickly cups her throat to choke her and pulls back and thrusts back in trying to get deeper before a choked croak ripples through the column of her neck.  Her hips jerk away but he follows her movement to remain inside her and he ends up rolling on top of her to pin her down.  

“Too much!  Ah too much pabbi!”  She gasps out.  

“Then hold still and let me find a balance for us both!”  He shouts over her cries.

Crosshair rolls off her and back on to their sides.  His hands grasp her hips to keep her in place and his tongue trails up her neck.  He lightly bounces his cock inside her ass with half the length in.  It is warm with much more pressure around his cock than her pussy.  It is much easier to slide in and out of her pussy than her ass, but it feels great nonetheless.  “H-how does this feel Peaches?  Is this good?”  He asks trying not to sound like a little boy about to burst for the first time.  He’s never had the opportunity to try anal, he’s played with ass before but never got to penetrate it with his cock.  

Ottehok releases a beautiful sound from her chest as his cock splits her ass in two.  It begins to feel so pleasurable that he can start moving deeper inside as she relaxes with this gentler pace.  Quick and shallow, equivalent to rabbits.  Crosshair sees a smile spread across her face with a pink hue glowing on her cheeks.  She looks delighted.  

“I’m going to cum again, sir…”  She moans as a hand comes down to play with her clit.  He swats her hand away to take over for her, rubbing tight fast circles on her clit as she bucks forward from the quick stimulation.  

“Mm ahhh!  Slowly please pabbi!  Slowly…”  She ends her sentence with a shush while guiding his fingers to the rate of speed that she wants.  Her ass relaxes and she can take his entire cock now with ease.  Her moans grow in volume as she experiences yet another explosive orgasm from her ass this time.  

“Are you cumming?”  

“Ja!”

“From your ass?”  His voice a smooth husky tone.  

“Ja ja!  From your cock sir!  Alfodr!”

“Oh Peaches…”  His final words before she lets out an arousing croak while her ass contracts around his sheathed mass.  Her eyes roll into the back of her cranium as her core gushes with emanation.  He works her through it again followed by pulling out of her as she lays there seeing comets burning through atmospheres.  He rolls the condom off and sticks himself back into her ass with a few more pumps sending devastating aftershocks through her writhing body.  He bites her shoulder with a grip around her throat making her release choked gasps as his cock twitches, spewing hot molten cum inside of her.  

Ottehok reaches back over her shoulder to caress the heaving man behind her.  Arms gripping around her like a vice.  Cock softening inside her ass.  His eyes open to look at her, his arms lessen their grip, and she moves to separate from him.  They pick themselves off the ground to sit on an elongated crate on the floor.  Ottehok feels comfortable enough to lean against Crosshair’s shoulder, to reciprocate the closeness he rests his chin on her head.  Naturally they both scan the area around them to see if anyone had snuck in to watch them.  

Crosshair’s post nut clarity kicks in and he moves to stand first which he does with ease after only cumming once.  Ottehok remains seated, panting by herself as Crosshair begins to redress in his blacks and gathering her under clothes to bring to her on the crate.  

“We should shower.”  He says first to break the silence.  

“You can.  I must start my trek back to the Ranges.”  She says pulling her clothes back on.  

“You can’t be serious.”  He stops all movement to gawk at her ridiculous statement.  

“Ja.”  She nods and moves to pick at pieces of her armor.  

“You are going to start your trek…a fourteen-rotation journey back to the Ranges like this?  A complete filthy wreck.”  He folds his arms looking down at her from above.  

She looks up at him with a cocked brow,

” Ja.  This is my penance for taking an extra day for myself.  I should have left yesterday immediately after Phara was put down.”  She breaks eye contact to strap her plates on with more focus.  Crosshair just stares, baffled by her resolve and the sudden realization that she just used him to punish herself for selfishness, if it can even be called that.  From her decade in the Ranges, to the March to Cleanse Thovid and the March back to Bjornheim, then the Liberation of Bjornheim…just to take twenty-four hours for herself to rest, eat, and be fucked before trekking back to that Helscape.  

Kriffing Norse.

For the Crosshair girlies, have a playlist 🤭

Crosshair 🖤❤️😈🔫🚬

(There's no toothpick emoji so I had to substitute 🥲)

I like the evolution of their relationship. In the beginning, Crosshair somehow didn't give a damn about this hound. In the fourth episode, little has changed. It even seemed to me that he tolerated her for Omega's sake, and in the end planned to leave her (but then again, Omega knows how to convince). And now he treats her pretty well. He strokes her, scratches her, does not chase her away or drive her away from himself. I suspect he was in favor of leaving Batcher. I think they will be a good team by the final. A killer duo, considering it's supposed to be Omega's pet.

He's shy.

I never thought that I would see this tsunderka shy.

why did they make him pose like That™️ 😭

Exactly. In other words, this scene is steeped in symbolism and small details. This... really cool.

I love the attention to detail. Two islands of light. Crosshair on one, the others on the other. They perfectly displayed the huge gap that was created in the first season by Cross. Now he needs to regain the trust of his brothers after almost a year of living apart. From now on, the arc of Crosshair's correction begins in the eyes of the rest of the squad, his rehabilitation begins now and it is not known how soon he will be able to become a full-fledged part of this family again. When they trust him again and accept him as their own.

Omega will most likely help him with this. She was generally a ray of light, a supportive sister who you want to protect. She's the only one who believed in Cross, who trusts him even after all this time. Now that her brother has stopped listening to his demons and has begun his redemption, she must help him become Clone 99 again.

I sincerely hope that his story will not end with his death, otherwise we have already lost one.

I love the attention to detail. Two islands of light. Crosshair on one, the others on the other. They perfectly displayed the huge gap that was created in the first season by Cross. Now he needs to regain the trust of his brothers after almost a year of living apart. From now on, the arc of Crosshair's correction begins in the eyes of the rest of the squad, his rehabilitation begins now and it is not known how soon he will be able to become a full-fledged part of this family again. When they trust him again and accept him as their own.

Omega will most likely help him with this. She was generally a ray of light, a supportive sister who you want to protect. She's the only one who believed in Cross, who trusts him even after all this time. Now that her brother has stopped listening to his demons and has begun his redemption, she must help him become Clone 99 again.

I sincerely hope that his story will not end with his death, otherwise we have already lost one.

The Bad Batch if they auditioned for school musicals!!

(only making this bc i auditioned for a musical earlier today and i was so nervous)

Hunter: Auditions for the main male lead, flips his hair about eighty times whilst auditioning, only ever sings one verse of the song but always gets told it was more than enough and he did great, got the main male lead once, other than that, mostly background characters, because the performing arts teachers really like him.

Wrecker: Comforts the younger years who are auditioning for the first time and are nervous, usually goes for backstage crew to help out, but is happy to play any extras, always gives his opinion to his brothers when they’re auditioning.

Tech: Knows every single song and researches every character in advance, but applies for stage lights. Somehow gets talked into playing an understudy for one of the lead roles and absolutely smashing it (little hc of that he meets Phee through this, as she’s playing the love interest for the character that he is an undestudy for.)

Crosshair: Auditions for chorus, gets chorus, Hunter and Echo have tried to convince him to go for lead roles because, in their words, “why not”, but he always refused and did chorus, and was really good friends with one of the male drama teachers who said Crosshair was “eccentric”

Echo: Auditions for chorus, gets main cast, he actually has an amazing singing voice, and rehearses his song all the time, is really sweet to everyone else on the cast as a whole, but everyone loves him (who wouldn’t?)

Omega: auditions for main cast in her first or second year, but usually one of the younger characters, so she gets it, her brothers all come to see her in the musical

little bonus :)

Fives: Doesn’t audition, but goes to every single show to support his brothers and absolutely loves it, all of it, and sometimes even helps them audition by running lines with them.

Ok so I may have gone a little ham on the Chibi clones. I am really happy with how they all came out though. if you wanna see my 502st little guys Its my previous post. This was a ton of fun and was a lot less stressful that working on a full illustration so that's cool :) anyways enjoy my little guys. 

Hey guys! First official post- no pressure, right?

This little thing has been hanging about in my brain for a while now so I finally took the leap and wrote it after a loooong case of writer’s block.

I just love Echo & Fives so much because there’s so many levels to their relationship y’know??

But anyways, if you’re up for it, I’d love for you to read it! (No promises that it’s actually good tho haha)

crosshair & posts that match him🕺

goodmorning to the finest men in star wars🗣️‼️‼️

these spot the difference games just keep getting harder

i hope nobody has done this yet😭

“i’m helping him, he’ll be okay” “it wasn’t enough”

when I say I could write a ten page essay on the heartbreaking themes in this episode, i’m being completely serious.

crosshair refused to let mayday d!3, but it happened in front of his eyes anyway.

the way his voice sounds when he’s begging them to save him will literally make me sob for days.

*me grabbing crosshair by his shoulders and yelling in his face* YOU BETTER NOT D!3 IN THE FINAL EPISODE DO YOU UNDERSTAND

goodmorning to the face card that NEVER declines 🗣️

BESTIES I WILL SEE YOU IRL IN 2027!!!😆😆😆

Look at this Poster!!

Moments I want to highlight 🔽

OBI-WAN’S HAND ON CODY!!! CODYWAN😭🙌❤️

Hunter’s smile🥹🥰 (Watch out behind you👀)

Omega and Wrecker!!🥹🥹 PADAME AND ANAKIN🥹

TECH😂😂🙌 He always be yapping and being an IPad kid😂🙌

Echo’s little wave!🥹 Ahsoka front and center Queen!

CROSSHAIR😂🥰 He is literally one of the few not looking at the camera😂 He is not beating the grumpy allegations at all

Some honorable mentions are Rex, Mayday (so close to Crosshair🥺) and Hozwer🥰

Happy New Year!🖤❤️

This is my first post! I’m hoping to be more active on here in the New Year! I can’t wait to be a part of this awesome community!

In celebration I thought I’d show off my clones. I introduce to you:

The Clone New Year’s Eve Party!🎉✨

Close ups below👀⏬

For starters we have the Drunk Dominos getting a photo taken

Then we have the Battle for the ‘last slice of cake’

And finally we have the ✨Gossip Circle✨

The question is….

Which group would you join?👀😏😁

Comment and let me know!!

Caught in the crosshairs

LOVE AGAINST THE ODDS

Pairing: TECH X F READER 18+

AN: THIS IS A SHORT STORY OF TECH AND THE BAD BATCH LIVING IN MODERN UNIVERSE. IT IS A SLOWBURN FAKE DATING STORY FOR FUN. NOT PROOFREAD. ALSO, THERE WILL BE SMUT IN FUTURE CHAPTERS.

CHAPTER 6

Waking up to the sunlight beaming through your curtains hitting directly on your face. Soft groans coming from you as you slowly stretch your arms out. As you were in hope you would be able to sleep in instead of being woken from the light. Your cat decides to jump on your lap in hopes you lay back down. Surprised as your cat was not meowing at you for food this early. As you were petting your cat, you notice a message from Tech. Not shocked that he would be awake this early. He was probably awake this early doing work like always.

“Good Morning. Do you wish to accompany me on a leisurely tour of the aquatic exhibits at our local aquarium? We can discuss more about our contract.”

You could feel your heart racing reading his message. Tech was inviting you to the aquarium. The local aquarium was such a genuine nice place to go. It was not too crowded, but it did have its peak times. All that mattered was you were going to the aquarium to see beautiful aquatic fish. What made it even more better you were going with him. You quickly reply to his message.

“That sounds great to me.” Hitting send you quickly get up to get ready. Your cat following right behind you as you rush to the bathroom .

Once you finished getting ready. You pour some food and water for your cat. Smiling at how your cat quickly eats. Phone buzzing in your hand as you already knew Tech would be outside waiting fr you. Saying bye to your cat you grab your jacket and head outside.

Tech looks up from his phone as he sees you walking down to his car. He hurries to open the car door for you.

“Aren’t you such a gentlemen”

A sly smile appears on his face as he closes the car door and walks over to the drivers seat. Tech explains to you the plans he has once you both get to the aquarium. Not a single word was coming from you as you were a bit distracted. Watching him drive was attractive. His knuckles gripping the steering wheel as his soft brown eyes were focused on the road. Staring at techs tan lips moving slowly as your eyes are glued to his lips. Wondering how his soft tan lips would feel pushed upon yours. Your hand touches your plump lips. He looks over at you wondering why weren’t responding to him.

“Is everything alright?” Tech ask he looks over at you then back on the road.

His words making you come back to reality. Every time you got lost it was as if you were in cloud nine. Just being near him brought this warm comfort and you weren’t sure why.

“Oh yes uhh. I just got distracted for a minute.” You say in hopes he didnt see you staring at him. Tech side eyes you then focuses back on the road.

“Very well then.Did you hear everything I said?”

Your eyes widen as you weren’t really listening to what he said.

“Uhhhh yeah of course I heard everything.” You casually try to lie putting a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“Okay then. Im assuming you heard the part where we both will participate in feeding the sharks?” Tech says with a little smirk as he staring at the road.

“Wait what? Feeding sharks?” A bit worried if he was being serious.

Tech laughs quietly under his breath. Feeling a bit amused as he knew you weren’t listening. “Yes, we will be feeding sharks together.”

You hear his laugh under his breath. Rolling your eyes as you knew he was joking. “Fine, if we really are feeding sharks together then you owe me a plushie for my bravery.”

Tech smiles, amused by your request. “Hm, very well then. I will make sure to provide you with the desired plushie as promised.”

“We’re not actually feeding the sharks right?”

Tech pulls into the parking lot. He chuckles softly amused by your reaction. “Do not worry, we will be safely observing the sharks from a far distance.”

You nod your head as you grab your phone putting it do not disturb. “So, what was actually running through your mind?” Tech ask as he makes sure he’s parked correctly.

“Oh just thought of something from work. same old thoughts.” You say quickly in hopes he buys this. As he’s finished parking he nods his head understanding. Letting out a soft sigh as he didnt ask no more questions.

Grabbing your purse as you both walk over to the aquarium. Tech goes to the booth to buy tickets. Taking a look around noticing there was a line waiting for others to get inside. Tech puts his hand on your back as he guides you both to skip the line. His soft hand placed on your back made you feel a bit eased from the crowd.

“I purchased these tickets in advance to expedite our entry into the aquarium. I just had to inform the worker. These tickets will gives us exclusive access to certain exhibits.”

“Wow Im excited to see. It’s been a while since I came here.” A bit impressed at tech going out of his way to get exclusive access for the both of you. Techs hand still on your back as you both head over to the exhibits.

The aquarium is a large, open building with high domed ceiling.Soft blue lights illuminated in the area where you both. The soft blue lighting making it feel as if you’re in the ocean. A large exhibit of colorful fish swim in circles. The air is cool and smells lightly of the ocean salt. You look at tech who is reading information that is located on the side of the tank.

“I am a scanning information about these species. The fish are primarily considered a schooling species. They tend to travel in large groups, both for protection and to optimize feeding efficient. They primarily feed in small algae and plankton. The bright colors of these fish are an adaptation that serves to camouflage them within their natural habitat amongst corals and rocks.”

You chuckle a bit at his info dumping. That was bonus about being in a fake relationship with him.It was exciting having the company of someone who values on learning.Tech notices he still has his hand on your back. Debating to take his hand off, but leaves as it is.

“That’s good to know. I didnt know they ate plankton.” Tech smiles as he knew you were listening. Both of you continue walking admiring different fish in the exhibits. A fish catches your eye in one of the exhibits. It was a long fish that was hidden under the sand.It was flat and a brownish color.

“What kind of fish is this Tech?” You say looking up at him. Tech reads the information provided on the plaque. “These fish are known as flounders. They are known for their ability to camouflage themselves. Notice their body is typically brown or grey color that resembles the ocean floor, while the underside is pure white. These species feed on small fish and crustaceans.” He looks at you as he explains.

You nod your head listening to him explain. A little kid runs and bumps into you. Which makes you push into techs arms a bit more. His hand on your back tightens around your waist making sure you don’t fall. Your hand on his chest as you both make eye contact. The parents apologize to you as they run chasing their kid. You chuckle a bit moving a bit away from him. Tech eyes go back on the exhibit in front of him and drops his hand from your back. Your attention going on the fish swimming. Your smile drops as you miss his touch on your back.

“Are you alright? He asks, a hint of worry in his voice. His expression is calm.

“Im alright Tech. Now let’s go see the jellyfish.” You say, grabbing his hand to walk over to the jellyfish exhibit. A faint smile, he intertwines his fingers with yours as you proceed to the jellyfish exhibit. Once arrived, beating the crowd as its just you both standing in front of the tank. The mesmerizing Black Sea nettle jellyfish. The translucent, bell shaped body hangs delicately below a mass of tentacles, which billow out like translucent curtains when they move. The color of the jellyfish has a distinctive purplish bell to it.Tech gazes intently at the jellyfish, observing their graceful movements. His brown eyes lighten up as he’s memorized.

“Jellyfish are one of my favorite sea creatures. Especially as beautiful as these.” Your eyes not leaving the tank as the jellyfish move around. Two hands intertwined the soft vibrant blue lighting in the darken room. His soft warm vibrant hand in touch with your hand. Creating two main warmth feelings in the chest. Your heart beats faster,but at a rate where you can feel the butterflies.

“They are fascinating creatures.” Tech speaks softly as his attention turns to you. A sly smile appears as he sees your eyes glued on the tank. His gaze on you as he feels a soft warm feeling in his chest. Turning your head towards him to see him staring at you.

“Did you know Black Sea nettle jellyfish stings are not nearly as painful as other jellyfish stings.” Your voice is soft with a little crack at the end. Tech looks at you impressed.

“That’s correct. I am impressed.” He pushes his glasses back. His hand not letting go as he enjoys the comfort of your hand. A sly smile as you admire the two purple fish swimming in circles in front of you both.

“We should get going to the main exhibition and discuss further about meeting my family.” Tech grabs your hand and walks with you to the main event

I will be updating my tech fanfiction soon again!

I miss tech bad batch.

Happy Tech Tuesday! Here’s another post I made because I miss him.

Made this for Tech Tuesday.

Missing the bad batch extra today

LOVE AGAINST THE ODDS

Pairing: TECH X F READER 18+

AN: THIS IS A SHORT STORY OF TECH AND THE BAD BATCH LIVING IN MODERN UNIVERSE. IT IS A SLOWBURN FAKE DATING STORY FOR FUN. IF ANY MISTAKES LT ME KNOW. ALSO, THERE WILL BE SMUT IN FUTURE CHAPTERS.

Chapter 1 https://www.tumblr.com/starwarsbean/739003883691687936/love-against-the-odds-pairing-tech-x-f-reader

Chapter 2 https://www.tumblr.com/starwarsbean/739030100791771136/love-against-the-odds-warnings-fake-dating

Chapter 3 https://www.tumblr.com/starwarsbean/739360841497018368/love-against-the-odds-pairing-tech-x-f-reader

Chapter 4 https://www.tumblr.com/starwarsbean/739636758934863872/love-against-the-odds-pairing-tech-x-f-reader

Chapter 5 https://www.tumblr.com/starwarsbean/751668121138561024/love-against-the-odds-pairing-tech-x-f