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Your playlists are literally what gets me through work most days

how…HOW are you SO GOOD AT PLAYLISTS??? WHAT ARE YOU PUTTING IN THESE??? I adore the meat droids playlist (especially for focus) but I just cracked open the Jasters Legacy playlist?? Oh my god???

SCREAMS CRIES I love the jasters legacy playlist THANK YOU SO MUCH

TMD playlist is my pet, i think its the one im most proud of, but Jasters Legacy [which is due a cover art update] and Fox's playlists are up there as my favourites too

Thank you so much!! I'm so glad you enjoy them theyre fun to make 🥺

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In the Heat of the Moment - Chpt.4

Summary: “Less than ten percent of domesticated species go into heats,” accord to Tech and his research, and (un)fortunately, you’re one of that 10 percent. What else are you meant to do? Trapped during a heat cycle with five men - five willing men who are happy to help relieve you, but not all have the confidence to say so.

Relationship: The Bad Batch x fem!Reader (she/her)

Tags: Heats, Mating, Sex pollen, Friends with benefits, Friends to lovers, Slow burn, Sex, Jealousy, Pining, Scents, slightly A/B/O, First time, Fingering, Dirty talk, Tags to be added.

Word count: 3k

[Chapter 1]  [Chapter 5 - not posted yet]

Keep reading

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Sorry for the worst product photography yet, but some new stickers are available on my Etsy store! Fox, Wolffe, Cody, Rex Skimmer, Beeps and Hare along with THE MEAT DROIDS logo in holo!

The link is in my pinned post, or in the notes of this post as a reblog!

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This tracks

Updated version!

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i did this little doodle of commander cad and then spent three hours writing out all of his lore, so please go read that if you’re interested!!

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I believe Echo would be a great cook, and would make some banging breakfast 🥞

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Well howdy do, I reckon cowboy Hunter’s pretty good with a lasso, don’t you?

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Part-time bartender, part-time doctor, all-time secret cowboy outlaw–it’s ya boi, Tech!! No hat variant + moustache variant included! <3

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I read somewhere once while looking up Mandalorian lore that instead of jewelry Mandos get tattoos because it's less of a risk in combat. Which has now led to:

True Mandalorians and Deathwatch get old school tap tattoos that decorate their scars and make those scars stand out more since they're badges of honor and deserve to be recognized. A lot of them also get marriage tattoos.

All of my Mandalorian OCs have them, but Teva esp has a tattoo behind both ears from their hearing implants being put in. Even as a kid receiving those implants they were very adamant about wanting to keep whatever scars came from them and to have those decorated.

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clone content on social media

clones making tiktoks in between campaigns.

clones pranking each other and recording shaky reactions as they struggle to muffle their laughter + when they run screaming down the corridor trying not to slip because Rex in a towel wasn’t happy to have pink hair dye snuck into his fancy shampoo that Ahsoka bought especially for him.

clones trying out baking challenges with the limited array of materials available in their mess halls.

clones spending hours practicing goofy dances and memorizing songs to lipsync while they dance in unison.

clones messing around in the hanger after a major dog fight to shake off the post-battle high.

clones cracking stupid jokes and pretending they are worth wheezing on the ground for.

clones chasing native fauna on-planet because pets are against regulation but imploring them to come close I have a treat in a dumb high baby voice is not.

clones inventing increasingly creative and dizzying trick shots out of random items in the barracks. 

clones smuggling in janad kai’tome and trying the one-chip challenge/some of them being absolute deities and others bawling their eyes out after one nibble.

clones holding “make me laugh, get .20 credits” signs in the mess and recording the attempts of various vode (plus one very awkward one of Anakin’s that goes viral because he is dumb and cringey).

clones making reaction videos with their squads.

clones being excited when people like their content.

clones ignoring the comments wondering why there are fewer of them in this post than the one before (where did those guys go? are they ever coming back? I miss Rook and Fender! Hope to see them again soon!).

clones ranting about how the shift to phase II armor made them change their paint design.

clones putting up polls for which thumbnail of nose art looks better.

clones interviewing each other about Republican politics and giving wildly off-kilter answers because most of them have no clue what the Republic government is like.

clones enacting skits of the Jedi or Sith and making fun of Seps. 

clones showing off their collections of droid parts that are very against regulation.

clones creating content with the unspoken agreement to never mention the war, never announce deployments, never speak names of dead vode, never detail what really goes on between updates, never acknowledge the countless feeds and series and blogs and stories that have abruptly stopped producing never to post again.

oblivious civilians being content to observe.

when they wonder, they’re never curious for long.

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Their heart rate was mostly back down to normal, body slowly cooling off even as they cling to him. His heart beat is steady and strong against their ear and they’re counting his breaths because what if they woke up? What if this was a lie? Another delusion conjured up from too many late nights in the lab trying to distract themselves from-

“Teva” he speaks softly, like he’s unsure if they've fallen asleep yet. That same gentle voice that’s kept them grounded time and time again. His hand holding one of theirs, carefully looking over the new scars and burn marks left by too many hours working.

“Mm?” not opening their eyes the engineer manages to find a blanket and succeeds to tug it over both of their bodys. He chuckles, helping best he could while still being clung to.

“What does this say?” faintly there’s a tap on the side of their hand, between the bottom joint of their thumb and where the hand meets wrist. Tev already knows which ink he was pointing to. He would have noticed it eventually.

One of the only words to adorn their body, clearly underlined by a rough jagged scar. It’s blue, bright clear blue to stand out against all the lines and dots of black across their skin and the sharpness of scars that they celebrate.

Bright blue so they wouldn’t forget the color of his armor.

“You didn’t have this one when I saw you last.” Again he’s so gentle with them, tracing worn fingers along the ink before bringing the hand up to press a kiss against their palm. Manda help them, whatever they’ve done to earn him back they’ll do it again and again as long as they get to keep him. “You told me you don’t do words generally either.”

Of course he would remember. Everything they told him got stashed away in that bright mind of his.

It took them a second, his lips trailing from their palm to the soft inside of their wrist becoming a distraction, but they didn't open their eyes to answer the question, unsure of how he would feel about the answer.

“Eyayah” there’s a draw to their mando’a. It’s not crisp and smooth like his is when he uses the bits and pieces he learned growing up in the GAR. You could take the kid out of Keldabe, never the Keldabe out of the kid-

“Don’t know that one” there’s a hum and he hasn’t stopped moving, trailing more kisses up to their forearm. There’s less major scars there, small bits of ones from not having protection while working. Again it takes a moment to form words.

“You should” he pauses and finally they open their eyes, dark green meeting honey brown as he tilts his head. “It’s your name after all. Means Echo.” the way his eyes widen makes them look away, scrambling for words heart caught in their throat. “When Rex sent word about what happened, that you were dead, I was working on our ship. Lost focus completely and slashed my hand open. Blood everywhere. Kir was pissed because I didn’t say anything at first and I was under the console. I guess I passed out because he didn’t realize-”

They forget how quick he can move if he wants.The kiss isn’t reckless, it's firm and sweet and tastes like home. He holds on like if he lets go they’ll run away or disappear. Tev melts into it, like they always do, holding on just as strongly. There’s a smile on the mandalorians lips as they finally part, resting their foreheads together in a quiet moment of peace.

“You didn’t tell me…?” he’s searching Tevs face, speaking so softly like he was afraid they would get spooked and bolt. He’s right to think that, they’re still wondering if they should.

“dunno, figured there was a chance you’d think i was crazy for it” it’s honest. For all the things they are, they never lie. “I didn’t get to tell you so much before I lost you…”

There he is again. Kissing along their jaw up to their ear, soft and steady, making their words hazy and thought difficult.

“Tell me what?” it’s a whisper, hope laces into the words but space for them to back out if needed, they know he would let them. That if they weren’t ready he would let them just change the subject and move on but-

“That I love you, that I trust you with my life, and that everytime we had to part ways it was like getting my heart ripped out of my chest..” the words trail off. Air choking in their lungs and everything feeling like just a bit too much and not enough all at once. It still hurt.

Even with him here now it hurt thinking about the news.

Tev doesn't notice the tears until he’s pulled back, carefully wiping away tears with his remaining hand and pressing kisses to the warm skin of their face.

“Cyare” he’s so gentle with them, letting them cling close and ride out their tears. It takes a bit of time but he doesn't let go, just whispers about how strong they were, how sorry he was and that he wouldn’t let it happen again. They know that’s a lie. There’s no way for him to guarantee that at all, but it was pretty to hear. “I love you too, so very much, I’m right here. You have me right here and when the war is over, when all this is done, I promise I won't leave you again.”

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Over here with my Mandalorian OC like:

"Hey Boss?"

Teva blinked looking up from their desk, scattered with schematics and notes, a questionable amount of energy drinks within reach and lunch that still hadn't been touched despite being there for over an hour now.

In the doorway of their office stood one of the production team, overalls messy with dirt and grime, gloves in hand as he fidgeted with them.

It was odd to get a visit directly instead of being requested to come down to the facility floor.

"Yeah? What's up? Something break again?" They looked back to their data pad motioning for him to step in. He took a shaky breath before doing so, a motion not unnoticed by the mirialan on the couch.

"Uh no, everythings great, we're actually ahead of production currently which uh..which is part of why the team and I were wondering if we could maybe…knock off early? We have a thing we wanna go to-"

"We can't just close-" the woman on the couch protested before being interrupted by Tevas hand raising twords her and requesting a pause. Slowly the Mandalorian looked up, unhelmeted eyes locking with the production team members'.

"What's the thing? That y'all wanna go to?" This seemed to catch him off guard but the answer was genuine all the same even if he was sheepish about it.

"Well uh, doctor, there's this band. The Meat Droids-" Teva interrupted a bemused smile on their face as they leaned back in their chair.

"I know of them, keep going." again the words caught him off guard but he continued

"We found out they're playing a show tonight and we just wanted to make sure we had time to go ya know? And I get-"

"Yes." He looked shocked, eyes wide in confusion at the suddenness of their answer. At the same time he and the mirialan responded, her heels clicking on the tile floor as she sat up from her seat.

"What?"

"Teva you can't just-"

"On one condition." Once again they didn't hesitate to interrupt and they both paused to let the doctor speak a grin steadily growing on their face. "Send me the time and place. This is a team building event after all. Tell the crew to log their hours accordingly. MandalMotors is covering the tab."

There was a pause, like he wasn't sure if the engineer was serious before he matched their grin.

"Yes! I'll do that right away! Thank you so much!" He rushed out the door and they chuckled hearing his boots running down the hall.

"Teva." To anyone else she would have sounded disappointed, but after all these years the Mando knew it was amusement coloring her voice.

"What? Buir said I should do more team building stuff, this seemed like a perfect opportunity." Seeing the judgment in the others eyes they laughed and added "ok ok, also I want to go too. So, gather me up the paperwork so I can get it done and then we can knock off early too?"

"Of course Doctor, whatever you say."

@keldabekush

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MY HEART

Let’s talk about Hunter’s bandana.

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words cannot describe how much i love @pinkiemme’s tcw tarot deck i mean look !!!!

these pics dont do the cards justice at all, i seriously can’t pick a favourite they’re all breathtaking <333 thank you so much

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still can’t get over him…

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Renegade of Punk by Wulfgaardian Via Flickr: Cyberpunk 2077