#Gregor tbb

[melymigo]

We need Gregor's cookbook! With notes and everything in each recipe. Like, how did he come up with that recipe? Where did he learn it from? If it's an original one or if he just modified it. Notes of other clones, which are their favorites. If Gregor named one dish after someone, Illustrations of the dishes. Special recipes like a "birthday cake" that Hunter asked Gregor to do for Omega. People who make Star Wars zines, please do this, and I will give you all my credits. Pleaaaaase!!!!

[lirinck2]

"POV: they are confronted after doing a serious crime" alignment chart!!

The Bad Batch / Clone Wars edition

[coldbrewarts]

Seelos squad wallpapers 💙💛🩶

Fox & Thorn | Cody, Fives & Howzer

Thank you to @moonlightwarriorqueen and @sunshinesdaydream for helping me pick out some of the flowers by meaning!

[coffeeandbatboys]

CONSIDER

Gregor laying his head on your chest bc he likes to hear your heartbeat

that's all

[euphoriacafe]

Poll Time because I need help and can't decide for myself.

This is for this story prompt since no one decided to do it :(

[matookahitaki]

Was feeling emotional about mr. Gregor so i gave him a lil something

[starrylothcat]

Blorbo Bingo Ask uhm...........

Let's go with Gregor

Gregor my sweet Gregor…

He 100% has pretty privileges and I can totally see him flaunting it?!

I will be honest in saying I was neutral on him when I first watched TBB but I am slowly becoming a Gregor Girlie (gn). My thicccc boy!

[meilooruns-a-go-go]

👀

WE KNEW IT. WE CAN REST NOW.

(practicing anatomy and eyebrows with this lovely, brave, squeaky, wisecracker)

[meandtheyeehaws]

who is my favorite character. u are right it is echo

[blitzink]

a huge project i’ve been working on all semester!

Star Wars The Clone Wars Poster Collection<3

[lilaconion]

The Bomb-proof Idiot and his Worried Medic

Gregor x reader during the clone rebellion

You'd been a medic for the Republic during the war. Before the Empire. So, when the Empire replaced the Republic, you weren't sure how to feel. You saw your boys suddenly change and kill the General in cold blood. So many of them got killed during the first moments of the Empire and it didn't take long for clones to start rising up against the Empire. You managed to get two of your boys out and safe with other vode that had turned their backs on the Empire. You offered your services and they were very quickly accepted.

Echo and his squad at the time had saved Gregor, who was a total stranger to you. He was your patient despite his insistence that he was fine. Things slowly grew, he'd bring you caf and sit with you during meals. Eventually he'd set up little picnics for you to enjoy together in random corners shielded by storage crates or sheets. The first time he'd done it, you'd thanked him and kissed his cheek. The second time he'd kissed your forehead when you hugged him. The third time you finally kissed on the lips. After that things progressed quickly and it wasn't long before you shared a room with him. You tried to claim it was because of the limited space but it was painfully obvious how strong your bond had become. With everything happening, the moments of domesticity you shared were a shining beacon and a promise that when this was all over that you would get to have that.

You'd spent the last few nights as you'd spent many nights in that base. Laying in bed, alone, somewhere between asleep and awake. It was how every night that Gregor was on a mission went. You'd beg a minimum of three interpretations of the force to bring him back to you and double check the comms before going to sleep. Then every time you woke up through the night you'd go through the same routine, scared that it was some higher being waking you for his death. You knew if you said the word that he'd stop. If you told him to, he'd find another way to be useful while staying home. While staying with you.

Having survived being shot with live rounds and being blown up back on Abafar, nothing out on the field scared him. He knew he'd always make it, and even if he didn't, he was born to die. He'd been told by a GAR medic that the explosion had made him a little 'cross-wired' and made him unable to feel fear. He now knew that to be false. He only felt fear for how much you pushed yourself and how little you looked after yourself when he was away. Though, he had to keep going too. The sooner his vode were safe, the sooner their base would move off of Coruscant. The sooner he could keep you safe in the middle of nowhere and start working on giving you something at least resembling the life you deserved. So when times were hard, he reminded himself that the sooner it was over, the sooner he could give you that life.

It was 4am local time when the quiet base hummed to life. You woke up to the chirps of your comm-link. "Incoming ship. Medics and mechanics required in the hangar." It was a prerecorded standard message. With how badly the empire kept their prisoners, there was usually a pretty good chance of them needing immediate medical attention. Though, it was likely Gregor's ship and there was a chance he was injured. There was always a chance, no matter how much you tried to tell yourself that he was indestructible.

You shrugged on your scrubs and got out to the hangar. As it usually was when Gregor was coming in, you were one of the first in the hangar. Over the next 12 minutes, sleepy faces came in until the giant metal doors opened and a ship came in. As soon as the ship touched down, the clockwork routine started. Mechanics started checking for exterior damage and popping open an external port for the little astromech to run diagnostics. The guy in charge of comms was relaying information to the Senator's security team. You and the two other medics were waiting for the ship's ramp to come down to 'assess for organic damage'.

When you saw Gregor again, it was like the entire galaxy paused and you saw him for the first time. It was like that every time he was away. He looked amazing in his commando armour, which certainly didn't help curb your excitement to see him again. Like every time he came back, you basically twitched on the spot as he walked down the ramp. The three that had accompanied him seemed fine and there were three more that seemed fine. Yeah, the other medics could deal with them. You had more pressing matters to tend to, like finally getting some sleep.

He was looking at you as soon as the ramp came down and was smiling like an idiot. He always smiled like that when he got home to his girl. So today was like so many times before. He got off of the ship and scooped you up in his arms straight away. He laughed with the joy of holding you again until he felt you say against his armour covered chest, "Hello, love." That was when he did as was the norm and brought his hands to your hips. He felt your hands come to rest on his shoulders as one of your fingers traced the outline of his armour. He could see how tired you were, even if you tried to hide it. So he kissed you on your cheek. Then again a couple of centimetres away from the first kiss and then again and again until you were giggling beautifully in his arms.

"I missed you." He cooed down at you when he let up on the little kiss attack. It was merely a skirmish in comparison with the siege he would unleash when you'd both had rest. "I missed my pillow." You said and let your head flop into the plastoid. Honestly, it hurt a little but it was worth it for the dramatics. You deserved to be dramatic, seeing as his last time home was essentially a pit stop before being sent back out into danger. So there was possibly less than optimal levels of sleep attained in his 2 day pit stop.

This time, there would be no such bad decision making. You were both in need of sleep and a cuddle. Forever the gentleman, Gregor bent down a little and picked you up. "C'mere, mesh'la." He'd said as he grabbed you. You let out a little noise in surprise and interlocked your arms behind his head. Holding your back with one arm and the backs of your legs with the other, he smirked down at you with the same roguish charm he always did. "Let's get you to bed."

He stayed true to his word, getting you to bed and as soon as he was out of his armour you were reunited with the only pillow you wanted to sleep on for the rest of time. You were both quickly asleep and a drooling mess. As it should always be.

[cloud-bees]

My episode pitches for Tales of the Clones:

(Mr. Filoni pls feel free to steal all of these I require no credit only more clone footage pls my good sir)

- how Cody got his scar

- Wolffe losing his eye

- What happened to Cody after he went AWOL

- Kix’s story from looking into the chips to waking up 50 years later

- why Emerie was created and how she got to be working for Hemlock

- Jango meeting some of the first clones

- how Gregor, Rex, and Wolffe ended up going into retirement together

- what Cody has been doing since he left the Empire

- how Cody and Rex met

- more of the 104th and Plo Koon

- how tf Gregor survived that explosion

- The Bad Batch as cadets

- Cody’s whereabouts after he defected

- Cut meeting Suu

- Bad Batch raising Omega on Pabu when she’s a teenager

- a look into what Cody has been up to since we last saw him

- Echo finding out about Fives

- where is Cody

- Captain Howzer during the Clone Wars

- C O D Y.

[coldbrewarts]

Some Bois ❤️

[coffeeandbatboys]

Sundown

Pairing: Captain Gregor x Reader

Author notes: so let’s pretend that this is TBB era Gregor who has a house with his cyare somewhere but still works with Rex, hm? 😂

Warnings: near fight, Gregor makes reader feel like crap and then feels really bad. Poor baby can’t stay mad for long. He’s stressed. But he makes up for it.

Never let the sun go down on your anger.

Isn’t that what everyone says?

“Mesh’la did you by any chance get the waste out this morning?” Gregor asks from the kitchen. The realization hits you like a nice big slap in the face.

“Kriff! No I didn’t.” You say, mentally kicking yourself.

You hear a frustrated groan and feel terrible. The waste company had to have come hours ago when you were both out of the house.

“I’m sorry,” you say guiltily, already making your way towards him.

“I reminded you yesterday,” He sighs, and you can practically feel the stress and disappointment radiating from it. You know that he’s been having tougher missions with Rex and losing brothers never gets easier. Your mishap has probably only made it worse, you think.

You want to help him but he’s already headed for the door, back rigid as he grabs his jacket.

When the door shuts, you’re left alone with your guilt.

Hours later, you hear the front door open and close, gentle footfalls leading your way. When Gregor finally reaches the bedroom where you’ve planted yourself with a box of tissues and tear stained cheeks, his guilty expression changes into panic.

“Oh Mesh’la….kriff. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry!” He rambles, darting to your side and taking your hands, apologizing over and over as he kisses your knuckles.

You sniffle and he wraps you in a hug, chin hooking over your shoulder.

“I’m so sorry, Mesh’la.” He says again, kissing along your shoulder.

“I’m the one that messed up,” You croak. “Why are you apologizing?”

He shakes his head and places a soft kiss to your neck.

“It was just an accident. I’m sorry I got mad about it.”

Your sniffles subside and he pulls away to rest his forehead against yours.

“Rex needs me.” He says, sadness lacing his tone. “I have to leave in the morning.”

Your heart sinks. You thought he’d be here longer this time, but plans always change.

A sound akin to a cry comes from your throat and you hug him back. His mouth find yours and then he’s kissing you fervently.

“I love you.” He murmurs, lips trailing to your cheek.

You lean into his touch. “I love you too. I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head slightly, a kiss placed to the top of your shoulder. “Are we okay?”

“Yeah.” You whisper.

He smiles softly against your skin. He lets go a hoarse giggle—and oh are they ever music to your ears.

“Then let me make it up to you cyar’ika.”

[morethansky]

STAR WARS: THE BAD BATCH // Choices "As your brother, I'm asking you to do the right thing."

[snotbuggle]

Chef and Sous Chef in training