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Hey there everybody 😄🤗

This is an update post so first things first I'll be posting my stories and I'll give the list and schedule at the bottom but I just wanted to say I'm excited and nervous to get this going I've seen the good and bad sides of social media but I don't want fear of what might happen to stunt my desire to share my stories and my passion of creativity that being said here's the list of stories and my guidelines of what to expect from my stories

Guidelines 😎✨

1. I'm not a horror writer I don't write dark stories so if you're looking for that you're in the wrong place

2. I will have heavy chapters at times I will put warnings for said chapters they will mostly include depiction of injury, death, torture, and assault but only for said chapters I will inform you at the beginning in red letters

3. I will be writing for mature audiences so cubs under 18 skedaddle on out of here I will write passionate scenes nothing to out there most of the time it will be romantic passion but other times we'll need to turn up the heat 😏🤭

4. I MIGHT do request in the future but for now I'm not too interested in that but I'm down for discussing chapters moments that you enjoyed moments that had you in your feels moments you wanna throw hands with a character (or me 🤣 ) or questions about how I made my characters stuff like that 😉✌🏿

5. I will be posting chapters for various stories on Monday Wednesday and Friday I might do some short fics on those in between days but that's still kind of in the air without further Ado let's get to the characters I've made a list about some of these characters beforehand so go check that out if you're interested 😁

Monday posting

Tof one: AEO: LaW

Paring d-16 x d-6/ Megatron x Tempo

DC : My Hood

Pairing Jason Todd x Aunika Abara

Wednesday posting

Bg3 : Our Garden

Pairing: Halsin Silverbough x Ishadierra Runa

TBB: Home is where you are

Pairing: Wrecker x Sotha Naar

Friday posting

DA:I : The Day I saw a Dragon

Pairing Iron Bull x Aviana Adaar

ME: Andromeda: The War Within Me

Pairing: Jaal ama darav x Zahara ryder

So that's all folks at least for now I do have a special surprise though

Ta-da! It's Sotha and ishadierra

Side note Sotha does have different lekku and headdress but I worked with what I had 😄gosh I love them so pretty see y'all next week and happy New Year🥳

Boy I got my work cut out for me 😅 wish me luck

Farewell 🫡

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Vox Machina group hug very much needed, and of course Cass is there

Thank you CritRole for another great season

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The Demo squad looking fine as always I love these adrenaline junkies

these three would have loved each other

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'".. And I can't tell you how proud I'm gonna be, watching you out there, adressing the whole Inquisition... (Slow inhale.) With this big, ol love bite on your neck." "Only if we get to match, Kadan."

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Group: The Bad Batch

Album: Rebel Days

Genre: Rock

what genre would their album be tho? This pic, among with some other stuff is up on my Patreon in high res if you're interested ✨

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more🥺please arrguh why is this man so cuteee

October Prompts

Prompt List Prompt: Black Cat Wrecker x Reader 100 Word Drabble

It would have been tiny anyway, in his huge hand it barely was a piece of fluff. Purring, the kitten poked its tiny head up with its eyes wide open.  Wrecker stroked its head with a single finger.

“You don’t mind, do you sweetheart? I’ve always wanted one,”He asked when he arrived home in the middle of a thunderstorm, his hand tucked inside his coat. 

Could you deny him, when he did everything he could to make your life better?  Never. “Of course I don’t mind,” 

That is how you had a black cat just in time for Halloween.

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🥳🎂✨HAPPY BIRTHDAY🥳🎂✨

This is a shout out to a dear friend of mine she's currently working on a request for me and honestly she makes the process of creation and writing so much more fun she truly gets me and I enjoy bouncing our ideas off of one another she's truly amazing give it up for @itz-me-brett-duh ya'll help me in wishing her a happy birthday

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Looking forward to seeing this completed good work guys spread the Wrecker appreciation 🥳👍our big guy deserves it

We are looking for a TEAM to run and expand this event!

There are a couple people involved, but we will need more to have the dynamic and sucessful event Wrecker deserves!

Please DM or send an ask to the event page if you have interest in helping in any way!

We will need both big help and people who can do small things.

In addition we need the community to help promote this event.

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This is ART people appreciate it!

Also Wrecker baby I miss you😭🤧💖

𝐑𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐓𝐨 𝐌𝐞

Summary: You don't want Wrecker to leave for the day.

Genre: x reader fluff

Tags: gn!reader, tooth-rotting fluff, kissing, ficlet, no use of y/n

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: N/A (please let me know if I missed any!)

A/N: Translations for Mando'a are at the end! (please forgive if they are not accurate- I did my best...)

Other: dividers by @moosgraphics & @bunnysrph (tysm!)

Soft morning sunlight gently pulls you from the unconscious oblivion of sleep, tugging at your eyelids to open. You refuse the warm, beckoning call. Opening your eyes means returning to reality— to ripping apart a wonderful thing.

‘Wrecker.’ 

Your first thought of the day. Still weighted with slumber, your arm stretches its heavy way, reaching toward the other side of the bed. It finds its warm, solid mark. Eyes still shut against the world, you relax your arm, draping it across his massive frame and pulling yourself closer into him. You nuzzle against his back, trying to fall back into sleep. The sun’s warmth is nothing compared to his strong, muscled shoulders. His masculine musk is so sweet, his body so comforting. You want to continue to lay with him like this for hours on end, simply existing together in the world of the half-asleep.

After a moment of pure morning bliss, Wrecker sighs lightly, twisting between the sheets to face you. He is blocking the sun from your eyes with his wide build. “Mesh’la,” he whispers, breath gently brushing against your cheeks and scooping your hand in his.

“Mm?” You reply, barely audible.

“It’s mornin’,” he says quietly, his deep voice dripping with dreams from the night before. 

You finally open your eyes in the shade he’s  providing. Wrecker’s face is but inches from yours, his tender brown eyes are looking at you with all the gentle love and admiration the galaxy has to offer.

“Already?” You ask, pouting.

“Already,” he confirms, bringing his palm up from under the blankets to cup the side of your face. His large thumb sweeps softly against your cheek. “Rise ’n’ shine, cyar’ika.”

“You can’t stay just this once?” You ask, already knowing the answer.

 Wrecker leans to close the gap between you, slightly tilting your head down, and plants a gentle kiss on your forehead. “You know I can’t,” he says against your forehead. 

He gives you another kiss, lingering a second longer. His fingers and lips leave an aching want beneath them. He pulls away and lets his hand go back up to your face. You look at him pleadingly, your hands finding their way to rest on his scarred, firm chest. Wrecker was never one to refuse your silent asks of affection. He leans forward and turns his head to slot his lips perfectly into yours. You close your eyes and let him take the lead. He may be a giant in stature, but he is always gentle with you. You close your eyes and feel his arms pull you closer to him. You want to wrap your arms and legs around him to keep him here, with you, but you are nowhere close to being able to hold him down. He barely gives you a moment to revel in his kisses before he pulls away and flings the covers off his body, exposing you to the sudden chill. You groan and lean back into the pillows, telling yourself it really is time to get ready for the day. You know he gets so much joy out of his work, but sometimes you wish he would just lay with you for a whole morning. The rest of the Batchers are fully capable of completing a mission without him.

Wrecker is already standing at the open, metal closet, pulling out his standardized blacks that all clones wear under their armor. You watch as he steps into the stretchy material. His muscles flex, tight, against his skin as he yanks them up his body. You can’t help but admire his physique. The sun is reflecting perfectly off his tan skin. He catches your gaze in the mirror and smiles confidently.

“What are you lookin’ at?”

“Just you, darling,” you reply.

“Are you ever gonna crawl out of that bed of ours?”

“I was thinking about it,” you say, stretching your arms into the air, desperately reaching for the motivation to get up. “But the view from here is just too good to give up yet.”

Somehow, his smile widens even further at your flirty words. Was that a hint of blush growing across his cheeks? You prop yourself up against your arm, chin resting in your hand, elbow pressing into the mattress, to watch as Wrecker finishes assembling his uniform. As he makes the final adjustments to his shin guards, you sweep your legs over the side of the bed and pad over to him. He pulls you into him, wrapping his strong arms around the small of your back. You give a small yelp as he raises you up to be face to face. Wrecker’s hugs give you the ultimate sense of comfort and stability. Even separated by the plastoid armor, he somehow manages to warm you right up.

“Good morning, cyar’ika,” he says, beaming.

“Good morning, my love.”

Wrecker presses his lips against yours and you melt into him. You are both so in tune with each other that this romantic dance needs no practiced choreography. It is as natural and as easy as breathing. Careful so as not to break the connection of bliss, Wrecker gently places you back on the floor, keeping his arms wrapped around your back. You feel him start to pull away so you bring both hands up to his face, not wanting him to leave just yet. He obliges and kisses you deeper. You know this is his goodbye for the day. You finally release him from the soft hold, knowing it’s harder on him when he leaves for the day. Wrecker breathes you in and rests his forehead against yours. Wrecker gives you one last, quick kiss before finally letting go and walks out of the bedroom to finish getting ready. 

You pull on a fresh set of clothes and move out to the common area, waiting for him on the sofa. This was the hardest part of the day, watching him leave your shared dwelling to take on whatever mission Hunter has in store for the Batchers, but it makes him so happy and you would never ask him to resign his duties only for you. You want him to feel fulfilled in every aspect of life, but you would be lying to him and yourself if your heart didn’t break every time he walks out the door. 

You hear the water shut off and you sink deeper into the cushions. He finds you curled up and offers his hand to you to pull you back to your feet for the last goodbye.

“Are you absolutely, positively sure you have to go today?” You ask as you stand. 

“Sorry, mesh’la,” he says, giving you a pitiful look. “Plus, Tech and Echo have been working on this new bomb, and I can’t wait to try it out.”

“You’ll have to let me know how it goes, my love.”

Wrecker, suddenly overcome with affection for you, envelops you in another hug, tighter than before. He wants to make sure it stays with you all day.

“Mesh’la,” he whispers into your ear. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Wrecker. Cuyir morut'yc ner kar’ta.”

“Always am.” He smiles lovingly, impressed by your Mando’a. “I’ll be back before you even know I’m gone, cyar’ika.”

You slump back into the sofa, watching as Wrecker heads to the door. He gives you one last longing look before walking out the door. The love of your life is gone, and you are alone. But one thing will always remain true. Wrecker will always return home to you.

Cuyir morut'yc ner kar’ta: be safe, my heart

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Another week, another poll. Please elaborate in the replies! It's all about building headcanons for our big guy!

With the understanding we are talking places that have all four seasons (we do not here where I live)

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Im obsessed with this Wrecker werewolf was something I didn't know I needed 🥰😁

Batcher No.4

Living in the woods by himself this scary looking hermit is actually a sweetheart. You need help cutting down a tree or build something? He's your man (if you can get past the faintest smell of wet dog).

@pinahallowsevecloneparty

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This is amazing thank you for taking my request my gosh I can't stop smiling 😆 I love this I can't wait for more ✨💖

His Harmony, Her Hope❤️🐢

(Side note: Raph x OC. This is a request from the lovely @rinksu-no-joo , they had the original concept and idea in mind so I thought I ought to credit them. This is a prologue, so she goes from a kid to 18+ here. Feedback is always welcome!)

She started out in a lab. She wasn’t the only one. There were others. All different types of animals. All labeled by number, hers being 063. She never knew their treatment was unfair. But it was.

They all were brainwashed into thinking of it as a privilege. But really they were all test subjects. She was a science experiment and that’s how she was treated.

They were put in cages, given food and water, and the bare minimum for survival. They were expected to behave, if they didn’t they would be taken by the men with masks.

They were given “treatments”. Pills and injections weekly, sometimes daily. The injections hurt. It felt as if every cell in her body was being morphed and disfigured. Sharp ringing pains pulsed throughout her body. The effects lasting for hours, but sometimes days.

063 was scared of the men with masks. She saw how the taken ones came back. They were was an empty nothingness in their eyes. So, she decided to keep her head down and not cause trouble.

However her neighbor, 299, was not so careful. She was mischievous and often tried to encourage 063 to talk or play games. 063 eventually opened up. The pair became friends.

But slowly 299 became sick. Very sick. Her once cheery laugh, became small tired smiles followed painful wheezing.

Doctor Stockman told the men with masks that she wasn’t responding to her treatments very well. What was actually happening was her natural biology was weakening with the advanced mutagen. The two could not coexist.

Then one day the men with mask came. 299 was too weak to even sit up, so they had to carry her away. They never came back. She never came back. Her cage lie as empty as the whole in 063’s broken heart.

As 063 grew up, the men with masks would praise her. They would make disgusting remarks about her body. Yes, she was beautiful. With big lilac eyes that shined like amethysts, and her beautiful white and black marbled skin, with the body and height of a mutated salamander but the curves of a woman. But that still didn’t make their special attention okay.

With only a few mutant experiments remaining, their treatments were stopped. And she was moved. Their new living area was bigger but not exactly nicer. But to her it was luxurious.

Their training began. The men with masks trained her and the others in capoeira. A style of fighting that seemed to mimic almost dance like movements between opponents.

Everyday they trained. If they didn’t preform well they would be punished. If they weren’t up on time they would be punished. If they didn’t take things to the utmost seriousness, they would be punished.

They were taught who to serve, and who to take from. They were taught how to use their natural animal abilities to fight. That meant she had to relearn her invisibility and poison secretion tactics. You see, in the lab she would get punished for them, but here it was rewarded.

But none of it was worse than the day they had to fight each other. She didn’t want to hurt anyone else. She didn’t understand how hurt was considered good, it didn’t feel good on either side. Nevertheless, she did what she needed to survive.

Finally, the day came. Master Shredder wanted to meet his new weapons. He was told they would be sure to destroy anything in the way of their mission. But would they? Would she?

What if a small part of 063 hadn’t been brainwashed? A small part of her that would and could change?…she just needed to find the right guidance…and that day was coming very soon…

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No brb gotta check dis out

Okay, but imagine:

The Bad Batch and their partners go viral on BookTok because the men pull off all of the book boyfriend roles so well.

Wrecker perfectly does the two hands on the top of the door frame lean, either in a tank showing off his built arms, or a button-down shirt that pulls on his large arms, half the buttons undone showing off his muscular chest. He'd also be 1000% on top of the throwing you over his shoulder and walking away with you.

Hunter would use the hilt of his dagger to tilt your chin up. He'd also be the master of the sleeve roll up and darkening eyes...

Crosshair, unf, where do I start? "You're mine" in his voice, ugh, I'm melting... He'd be able to do the chin tilt, the doorway lean, the 'good girl' perfectly without batting an eye or breaking character... Help .

Echo, king of reading the user manual, reads all of your spicy books and knows exactly what you want, reciting quotes perfectly to you. Also, brushing your hair behind your ear, dragging his thumb along your lower lip...

Tech would build you the most realistic cosplays of your book couples / boyfriends. Also, mechanic tech covered in grease, coveralls tied at the waist, info-dumping on you about the vehicle he's working on?

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Say it louder this whole post had me feeling the same way I absolutely adore him

Listen, idk if this is silly or not, but seeing pictures or gifs of him is literally so calming to me?

Like yeah, I'll get obsessed with other clones, but like... When I'm having a really bad day, or I'm really stressed out, I always without fail come back to Wrecker.

I'm not sure what it is about him. Maybe it's because he's easy to read, or that he's always kind, or just that I know he's physically very imposing and would be able to protect me (or just give really good cuddles).

But anyways, he's my favorite. Y'all knew that already, but I felt a need to reiterate. Thinking about him always makes me feel so safe.

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Artist I call upon thee please make doorway leaning Wrecker real and my life is yours!

Okay, but imagine:

The Bad Batch and their partners go viral on BookTok because the men pull off all of the book boyfriend roles so well.

Wrecker perfectly does the two hands on the top of the door frame lean, either in a tank showing off his built arms, or a button-down shirt that pulls on his large arms, half the buttons undone showing off his muscular chest. He'd also be 1000% on top of the throwing you over his shoulder and walking away with you.

Hunter would use the hilt of his dagger to tilt your chin up. He'd also be the master of the sleeve roll up and darkening eyes...

Crosshair, unf, where do I start? "You're mine" in his voice, ugh, I'm melting... He'd be able to do the chin tilt, the doorway lean, the 'good girl' perfectly without batting an eye or breaking character... Help .

Echo, king of reading the user manual, reads all of your spicy books and knows exactly what you want, reciting quotes perfectly to you. Also, brushing your hair behind your ear, dragging his thumb along your lower lip...

Tech would build you the most realistic cosplays of your book couples / boyfriends. Also, mechanic tech covered in grease, coveralls tied at the waist, info-dumping on you about the vehicle he's working on?

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I had another thought

Your oc x Character and the song that you feel represents the ship I'll drop a few

Wrecker x Sotha Naar = you and me by james tw/ feels like home

Halsin Silverbough x Ishadierra Runa = love will find a way/there is life+reprise

Morph x Symphony = She by james tw /kids again

Jason Todd x Aunika=perfectly imperfect by djd/without you by my darkest days

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SAUSAGE | MBTI MEME

Ok so first off this is NOT MINE!

Second it did inspire a thought this but with the bad batch if you have any other things similar you go ahead and repost to share it I just thought it'd be funny