#Jesse is my favorite reg

[leenathegreengirl]

Jesse back in his 501st days, trying to charm a special someone with a photo!

(It took Fives and Hardcase 40 takes to get a "good one" 😂)

Hardcase: Smile more!

Fives: No smile less, women like the smolder

Hardcase: Don't listen to him, she's a sweet girl

Fives: Wait, your eyes were closed try again…

Jesse: Can we hurry up?? I don't want anyone else walking in!

Fives: Then stop talking, Di'kut!

(A very special thank you to my buddy @legacygirlingreen for providing the concept and writing!💚💕)

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[leenathegreengirl]

(And this is why I love those 501st boys 😇)

[leenathegreengirl]

HARDCASE LIVES!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh sweet, sensible Tech…. 😂

(Ya girl would love to hear everyone’s crazy theories about how our boy ‘Case survived!)

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(Also, a VERY special thank you to @mythical-illustrator for inspiring this drawing of Hardcase with THIS beautiful post!)

(And as always thank you to my friend and creative partner @legacygirlingreen for all that she does!!)

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[misguidedasgardian]

Wildcats (Part XVII)

XVII. Home

MASTERLIST

Summary: Your “tried”, and in doing so, you had come oblivious to the danger from within 

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Zombie apocalypse AU, living dead, zombies, guts, blood, guns, injures, mentions of domestic violence, a fist fight, imprisonment, talks about slitting throats, kissing, longing, angst, fluff, might miss some important warnings, but you know what this is about

+18, MINORS DNI

Notes: ALRIGHTTTT!!! these dorks are finally… “a punta de caramelo” JAJAJA ready to party, I think, enough build up… Alright…the timing in this chapter might be a little flimsy, but what’s important are those dorks so… let’s do this! 

You waved Daryl and Aaron goodbye as they went through the gates and out of Alexandria, you wanted to be optimistic, but still, you still felt a bit sad that Daryl had left you here, you didn’t even trip once! Has it been so bad for him? you had such a good time. It had been a lovely  day. But still, he had been right about the run the day before, so, if he said it, he must have a reason. 

The dead had been buried, and even though your family had taken a big hit, you needed to keep going, this is what the new world looked like, you mourn your dead by keeping living, and that is how you needed to proceed.

Real or not you had a mission now that Rick had put on you, search for an alternative, a plan B, some houses to go to if Alexandria goes poorly. 

Your meetings with Reg about “development” had been canceled indefinitely, of course, he was mourning his son, so now that Daryl was gone you had to keep your hands busy.

You had become comfortable in the days you had been here, and today, you were determined, you went to see a person that was going to help you get the skills that you needed to become stronger to approach the new mission. 

“Espinoza”, you called with a wide smile on your face, she was already smiling when she turned, you found her by the trucks that needed fixing. 

“... I just realized I don’t know your last name”, she said with a frown

“Well, it’s very native, ANYWAYS”, you said with a wide smile, “I wanted to ask you something…” 

“Tell me”, she said

“Well… I can’t think of anyone better to help me improve my upper body strength”, you said softly, “I’m fairly good with guns, and my ax, but the other day back in Atlanta I could barely keep out a walker who fell on top of me, and neither the second one when he fell in top of the other…”

“Say less”, she said with a big smile, “I need to practice some new skills as well”

“You’ll help me? I want to be able to fight too, people, you know? fists”

“It’ll be fun”, she said with a soft smile.

You bit the dust like twenty times in the morning, until Carol managed to scrap you off the floor and into the house for a quick lunch, and then you spend the whole afternoon helping Rosita fix cars. Or at least those who didn’t have computers, those where your favorites to try and  fix. 

“So this, can be easily fix with a simple wielding, don’t let the shape fool you”, she said as you held up the broken hood of the car for her

“I always though radiators where a pain in the ass”, you said

“They are, they are easy to break, but easy to fix”, she said with a soft smile

“Great, you know what I was thinking? to install a good thick bumper in front of that truck… so we can run over walkers more easily”

“You know? i was thinking the same thing, but I’m worried about the weight, we would need to make sure to weld it good to the…”, the sounds of what must have been a window breaking interrupted you, followed by the sounds of screams and yelling. You both started running towards the commotion just in time to see Rick punching Jesse’s husband into the road.

“STOP IT PLEASE!”, screamed Jesse, trying to separate them as her husband was the one choking Rick into the grounds, but he pushed her away, making her fall. You ran towards her and helped her up and away from the fighting men.

“Dad! stop!”, Rick had the upper hand now and now it was Carl being pushed. Who was grabbed by Rosita.

“RICK!”, you called angrily, but he didn’t hear you, but he did hear Deanna as she came angrily.

“STOP IT RIGHT NOW!”, you hugged onto Jesse softly, as she grabbed onto you. She was crying, and in distress, you didn’t understand what’s going on, but you could take a pretty good guess.

“Hey, hey, everything will be fine”, you said softly, she barely nodded, “we are here for you, you’re gonna be fine”, you echoed

“You touch them again and I will kill you”, Rick threatened Pete, that’s his name. Jesse whimpered behind you 

“Damn it, Rick! I said stop!”, demanded Deanna, only then Rick stopped pounding into that sorry bastard

“Or what? You gonna kick me out?”, he asked, there they were, those crazy eyes again. It was odd, Rick was wearing the constable uniform, his beard was trimmed and his hair combed back, but, his eyes, it was the same as that night, with the claimers. You didn’t even notice he had pulled out a gun until everybody gasped and stood back, at least, the Alexandrians did. You were so used to it by now it scared you. 

“Put that gun down, Rick”, said Deanna, her hands in the air trying to calm him down.

A million thoughts ran through your mind, where did he get the gun? why?

“You still don't get it. None of you do!”, he said, waving the gun aimlessly, “We know what needs to be done and we do it. We're the ones who live. You, you just sit and plan and hesitate. You pretend like you know when you don't. You wish things weren't what they are. Well, you want to live? You want this place to stay standing? Your way of doing things is done. Things don't get better because you… you want them to. Starting right now, we have to live in the real world. We have to control who lives here”, his speech told you this was coming for a while, it made you tremble in your spot, you looked over at Rosita as she was as impressed as you, telling you she didn't know anything either.

“That's never been more clear to me than it is right now”, sentenced Deanna, uf, you better rush that search for a home, soon.

“Me? Me? You…”, he chuckled in a way that it was so dark it made you tremble, “You mean me? Your way is gonna destroy this place”, he said, his face was bloodied, so were his knuckles, “It's gonna get people killed! It's already gotten people killed! And I'm not gonna stand by…”, you didn’t even see her coming, Michonne had clocked him so hard in the back of the head that Rick collapsed into the ground.

An awkward silence befell all of those who were watching, Abraham came out of nowhere as you could only look at Rick, as your dreams collapsed around you.

“Please, place him in the basement of the apartments”, said Deanna gently, “until he can cool down, take the gun…”, she started giving directions while you could only follow Abraham and Michonne who had grabbed Rick and were taking him to the place directed by Deanna, also, Rosita and Carl followed you.

As you walked, you catched a glimpse of all those scared faces staring at you, at your group, like you were the worst criminals they had seen.

It was done, here it was, the crash, the collapse. 

They were never gonna let you all stay, or worse, they were going to make you spell Rick 

And if he was expelled, you were going to go with him.

Abraham left him in a small room, and Rosita brought things to patch him up, as she did while he was still unconscious.

Glenn came running

“Maggie will calm Deanna down”, he said softly, you looked at him with a frown.

“Does anybody know what is going on?”, you asked angrily, looking around the room, but nobody said anything

“This took me by surprise as well”, said Michonne 

“What happened with that guy?”, Carol appeared in that second, looking angrily at everybody. “If all of us are here, it's going to look like we are cahooting”, you said

“Nobody saw me coming”, she said, “Pete had been abusing Jesse, and the children, I told Rick yesterday”, there was an awful silence.

“And where did he get the gun?”, you asked her, she shook her head

“I don’t know”

“...Nobody was doing anything?”, asked Glenn, “About Jesse and Pete?”

“No, he is a doctor”, Carol said, with a dark tone in her voice. You sighed, rubbing your face. Eventually, you all went away, leaving only Carl and Michonne with Rick.

Rick had taken his role seriously, he had beat up a guy who was beating his wife, and probably the children, the bastard deserved it, the tricky part was now…

The fucking gun.

You passed by the house where the armory was, and now, two Alexandrians stood by the door, one of them was Tobin, one of their toughest guys.

Well… shit. 

You needed to think, so, you went to keep an eye on Tara, the calming environment of the infirmary was just what you needed right now. The night already falling over Alexandria. 

. . .

He was so thankful he didn’t bring you along this time. 

First, Aaron and him found a woman all torn out, tied to a tree, and an unknown man dismembered on the ground next to it. It was a horrific sight and even though you had probably seen worse, this was best.

They had to spend the night out there, in the car. They preferred it so, because they had advanced a lot, and at night, they had seen the man with the red poncho, and had better chances of finding him if he lit a fire again. 

But the next day, they keep following the trail, and they had found something that look promising

But now? He was going to die, most likely.

He took a long drag of the cigarette he found, as he watched those ugly, decomposing faces, scratching the glass, trying to get to them. 

It had been an obvious setup, (now that he thought about it), and now he was trapped in a car with Aaron, surrounded by walkers, and to get matters worse, an unknown group of deranged maniacs were coming his way, most likely, those who had been carving people, and their foreheads with a W

He was going to be the one to try to fight it off, as he looked at Aaron from the corner of his eye, Aaron was a good person, he had taken them to Alexandria, he had a husband, a home, he was a decent man, he deserved to be the one to live, Daryl was here to protect him.

But as he took another drag, he thought about his family.

Rick, Carol, Carl, baby Judith…

He thought of you.

Of your face, of your smile, of your arms around him yesterday when he took you for a ride, about the excitement he felt when he heard your voice whispering in his ear, about yours cent wrapped around him, he thought about how badly he wanted to be around you, with you… he thought about how much he wanted to kiss you, to hold you, and now… with how things were looking…

He was never going to get to.

He was proven to be right, in not taking you here, if you would have been here, things maybe could be worse, you could have been attacked, bitten or worse.

It was better this way.

Now he was never gonna know what it would be like, to be with you, to hold you in his arms, to kiss you. He liked you, and he just had come to realize it. 

He looked down

“I’ll go, I’ll distract them while you make a run f’it”, he mumbled, “just let me finish my smoke first”

Maybe he could make it. He promised you he was going to come back to you, he promised, perhaps with one arm less, but he was gonna make it, he had to. He had to tell you. 

Would you still want him with only one arm? hell, did you want him at all?

He had to find out. 

He felt silly, thinking those things in a time like this, what did you do to him? 

“No”, said Aaron, looking at him decisively, “this was nobody’s fault, we’ll do it together”, he nodded, Aaron wanted to get home as bad as he did, and they were gonna do it together.

And then, one of the walker’s heads was crushed by what looked like a wooden stick. 

. . .

The very next morning, you woke up a bit startled, with everything that happened with Rick, you had forgotten about the archer. You ran downstairs, only to find Maggie making breakfast

“Hey, good morning”, she smiled at you softly

“Good morning”, you whispered, “Is Daryl back?”, she looked at you with a glint in her eye

“He didn’t”, she said, “but he and Aaron reported they were going to stay out there one night, so don’t you worry”, she said softly.

“Alright”, you said, but the fact that they gave notice, didn’t soothe your nerves.

“He is going to be fine”, she said softly, “but we need to focus on keeping the place they are going to return to”, she said, and you nodded

“I’ll go see Rick”, you whispered

“I will go and talk to Deanna”, she said, and exited the house.

You walked quickly, you needed to figure this out and the only one who could answer all your questions was Rick. 

entered the room where Rick was, with Glenn, Carol, and Abraham, you needed answers, you needed to know what was going on. SOme of them acknowledge you, not all of them, but Abraham closed the door behind you

“Where’d you get the gun?”, asked Michonne

“You took it, right? From the armory? That was stupid. Why did you do it?”, grilled Carol, Rick’s face said it all, so you looked at the gray haired woman with suspicion, she was in on it, you realized as you looked back at Rick wide-eyed. 

“Just in case”, said Rick, not taking his eyes off of Carol, but then he looked at you, and he seemed surprised to see your angry face. 

“Deanna's planning to have a meeting tonight. For anyone who wants to…”, started Glenn

“To kick Rick out?”, asked Abraham, you didn’t say a thing you just looked around.

“To try”, said Carol

“We don't know that”, you said, finally 

“Maggie's with Deanna right now. She's gonna find out what it is”, assured Glenn

“At the meeting, you say you were worried about someone being abused and no one was doing anything about it. You say you took a gun just to be sure that Jessie was safe from a man who wound up attacking you. You say you'll do whatever you want them to. Just tell them a story that they want to hear. It's what I've been doing since I got here”, said Carol, and you chuckled, you knew she was lying front the second she stepped through those gates. 

“Why?”, asked Glenn

“Because these people are children and children like stories”, she said

“What happens after all the nice words and they still try to kick him out? They're guarding the armory now”, muttered Glenn, as you thought he was the one who was taking the same side as you, the concerned side 

“We still have knives. That's all we'll need against them”, said Carol

“Well, tonight at the meeting, if it looks like it's going bad, I whistle. Carol grabs Deanna, I take Spencer, you grab Reg, Glenn and Abraham cover us, watch the crowd”, muttered Rick, and then his eyes landed on you.

“This is “trying” for you Rick?”, you asked him angrily

“We can talk to them”, said Michonne, “there is no need…”

“Yeah, we will. If we can't get through, we take the three of them and say we'll slit their throats”, said Rick as it would have been easy, “we did try, (y/n)” he said gently, “we tried, but this people don’t understand how things are now”

“Like at Terminus?”, asked Glenn, “where’re gonna slit their throats like they’re cattle?”

“No, we just tell 'em. They give us the armory and it's over”, said RIck, like he had everything figured out

“Did you want this?”, you asked him, “just making us try our best just in case so you didn’t feel bad about this?”, Abraham placed his hand on your shoulder and then you noticed how riled up you had become, taking a step forward, your voice rising. Anger taking a hold on you.

“No”, said Rick, looking straight at you, “I hit my limit. I-- I screwed up. And here we are”, he said, “I want you to stay here, that mission will have to wait, now, if you'll excuse me, I'm just gonna sleep some more”, he said, dismissing the lot of you. 

How could you become so short sighted? 

As you were trying your ebay and play house, your family was collapsing around you, Rick had crazy eyes, Carol was scheming right along with him, you had lost Noah, and Tara was in the hospital… Sasha was turning into a sniper, she spent all the time in the watchtower, and people had become actually scared of the lot of you, because of your aggressiveness. This was bananas, as Maggie, Abraham and Tyresse had actually reached a position of power in the matters of days.

But that part relieved you, actually, you wanted your people in power, because they knew what they were doing, not because they were gonna threaten to cut people’s throats out. 

This was a whole mess

Were they going to expel Rick? were you going to go with him?.

You found a map of the state of Virginia, you opened it in the dining room table, and you began planning.

You could take a good guess where you were, and then there was Washington… you wanted to go to Washington, if they do expel you from here, that was your safer bet, to find a building and spend a couple of days there until you found something more permanent. 

The map was pretty detailed, and you noticed groups of buildings near you. 

“Is that a factory?”, you whispered, looking at the squared looking buildings in the map, that had been taken by a satellite a couple of years back. you certainly didn’t want to go there. DC was still the safest bet, especially if they evacuated most of the people.

But Rick won’t go

Rick wanted to stay here no matter what, he wanted to take the place. 

And even if you weren’t comfortable with that, you were not going to fight it, to fight him, or Michonne or Glenn, or Abraham 

Maggie and Glenn were building Rick’s defense, so you had to stay put, and try to stay calm.

It will not come to this, it will not come to that, to slitting people’s throats.

But if it did… Did that make you the bad guys? certainly not better than those psychos from Terminus.  

You thought again about Daryl, about what he might think about all of this, was he in on it? It was weird that Rick was planning something and not including him. Was he in on it? You really hoped he wasn’t. 

You watched the sunset through the windows, you didn’t even know where the whole day went, you had spent hours and hours over that freaking map, walking around the house, thinking about scenarios and possibilities, and freaking out. 

Was Daryl going to spend the entire night out again? Was that alright? On top of everything else, you felt so nervous, he was gone… What was going to happen when he came back? Was he going to go onto the plan of threatening them? You had seen what he could do, he was quick with his crossbow and he was fiercely loyal to Rick.

Whatever it was, you needed to stand by your family, even though you didn’t agree to the plan, you had to see it through and see to it that nobody was going to get hurt. 

You needed to go to the thing, what were they calling it? you didn’t remember. But you didn’t move a muscle, not a single one, you were afraid of what is going to become. They were not going to kick him out, the group was not going to allow it, instead they were going to take the place.

The decision had been made.

You were not consulted on it, and yet, you were expected to support it.

But you needed to go, and prevent the hostile takeover, you could, you only needed to be truthful. You were on your way out, when you heard the rumble of a motorcycle outside. You smiled at the thought of the archer. So you got out of the house in a hurry. 

“Hey you’re home!”, you said happily when you saw him cross the porch to the house. You were so relieved, not only because you were worried for him, but because of everything that happened with Rick… But he didn’t even mind anything else. He came straight for you, he seemed driven, pushed by invisible motivations.

He encased your face with one of his hands, everything was so fast you barely had time to react, and he leaned in, and trapped your lips with his in a chaste kiss

You smiled into the kiss, grabbing his shirt.

This was happening, this was really happening and you wanted to make it last as much as you could, his hand traveled to the back of your head, to hold you steady.

All your thoughts and worries went away as easily as that. Everything was going to be alright, and he felt heavenly. He felt the same, kissing your lips was the best thing he had felt in a long while. He separated from you, even though he didn’t want to, you didn’t want to. But still, he needed to see your reaction. 

“M’sorry”, he whispered against your lips, “I wanted to do that:”

“Took you long enough Dixon”, you said against his, and this time, you grabbed onto his shirt and you pulled him towards you, you kissed him again. This time, it was more intense, you actually heard him whimper against your lips, as you both took a deep breath into each other. Grabbing each other more tightly. You didn’t know how you were ever gonna stop it. 

But of course a gunshot rang through the air, making you split up like the other was on fire. 

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[questforgalas]

Favorite sibling moments that made me fall in love with The Bad Batch during their TCW Arc - "The Bad Batch"

Just their entire intro scene

Crosshair's subtle smiles as Hunter introduces them and brags about their abilities

Crosshair's not subtle smile as Hunter brags about him 😭

Tech's excited smile as he listens to Hunter

Hunter's entire tone as he introduces his brothers

Hunter's fond smile as he watches Wrecker butt in about the Yalbec

Tech bursting in on the middle of Hunter scolding Wrecker to dump his Yalbec facts causing Hunter to tiredly shake his head

The tired "I'm so sorry he does this all the time you get used to it" eye Hunter throws at the regs followed immediately by another fond smile

Tech sizing up Jesse as he talks back to Crosshair

Hunter keeping Jesse back, defending his brother while simultaneously being like "i know he's a dick, but he's our dick so just leave it"

Crosshair snarkily bragging about Wrecker to the regs and his smug proud smile the whole time

The casual stances the Batch all take as Wrecker gets Cody out, complete confidence in their brother to move an entire gunship to get the commander out

"That blast gave away our position" "Huh, thought getting shot down gave away our position" Sibling 101: sass each other even in the face of a battalion of droids marching on you

"Hey Crosshair, look! This little clanker likes you" as Wrecker shoves a droid head in Crosshair's face

Crosshair's "Grow up, Wrecker" (literally what siblings haven't said this to each other at some point????? I still say this to my siblings and we're all 30-40+)

Tech's eye roll watching the exchange, and then Wrecker turning around and annoying him with the droid head just for Tech to throw the glare of glares at him

Crosshair and Wrecker chatting at the camp and Wrecker laughing at whatever Crosshair said

Tech's very pointed and very quick defense to Hunter's senses when Jesse and Kix are picking fun. The look he throws at them saying "talk more about my brother I dare you"

Wrecker absolutely loving Crosshair instigating a fight with a freaking captain (seriously, his face is so smug behind Crosshair like Wrecker, your brother is sassing a commanding officer, calm it down)

Wrecker jumping in as Jesse moves toward Crosshair

Crosshair wrestling Kix for no reason other than to let Wrecker continue being a menace to Jesse

Tech's attempt at trying to intervene - I've been there Tech

"Boom! You take too long"

Wrecker mocking Tech's "delicate operation" to Rex

The entirety of how in synch they are in combat

[leenathegreengirl]

But Jesse, Croissant is a big sweetie once you get to know him! ����

I never thought it would be possible to hate a clone trooper but Croissant or whatever the fuck his name is pisses me off. Fuck his stupid bowl cut, goofy clown, toothpick chewing prick ass.

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hiii agon sorry it took me a minute to get tot his it’s been A Day

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hmmm i’ve been developing dorcas lore recently and i just have to say she is very insecure. she masks it for sure! but she has always been taught that her worth comes from her beauty. so she’s obsessed with making herself beautiful in a way she doesn’t believe herself to be.

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james makes reg stand across the room and throw goldfish in his mouth. it’s like a competition with himself to see how far apart they can get without the goldfish falling on the floor

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this fic inspired by the jess/nick first kiss is soooo good i’m in love with it. and this fic will always be one of my favorite bartylus fics. it’s toxic so beware.

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[dreamswithghosts]

Walking on New Legs - Part 2

Part 1

Summary: After setting Echo up with all new prosthetics, Dante runs into some trouble while being overworked with the injured from the frontlines of Anaxes. Some of the trouble isn't purely his job.

Author's Notes: I couldn't help it. I made a part 2 of my introduction to Dante. Dante is my OC who originally was a Reader who got very, very specific. My mind thought process was pretty much 'I want to do a prosthetics specialist reader insert', 'but wait I want him to be a trans male since the clones are in a masculine environment', 'Wait how did he become a trans prosthetics specialist in the clone wars?', 'Oh, this isn't reader insert anymore'. Also, if you want to be added to my tag list, just let me know by commenting or sending me a message!

Warnings: This is still a medical setting, there is a mention of an IV, mention of vomiting, crude language, besides that it's actually mostly fluff, there is some heavy pinning from Crosshair

Word Count: 4k

AO3: Link

Dante spent a decent amount of time finishing up his intense report from working on Echo. Dante wanted to be super thorough since it was the first time he worked with Echo. Crosshair stayed silent the entire time, the only noise Dante could hear from him was the sound of the soft tapping of his fingers on Dante’s tablet. 

He had just submitted the report and moved to get himself some water when his communicator sounded off. Dante didn’t hesitate to answer, “This is Dante.”

“Dante! I heard you were here! So glad to hear from you!” Dante heard a trooper’s voice respond over the communicator. Only two certain ARC Troopers ever responded like that to Dante. Jesse and Fives. With Fives being gone, Dante knew it was Jesse on the other side of the communicator. 

“Hey, Jesse. What can I do for you?” Dante chuckled lightly, amused by Jesse’s excitement. 

“Oh, it’s Echo.” Jesse responded almost sheepishly, as if he forgot the reason he called Dante in the first place, “He’s not doing too great. Something about his stomach. If you could come by the barracks that would be great.” 

“Yeah. I’ll be over there in a few.” Dante hummed lightly in response and ended the transmission. Dante glanced over his shoulder at Crosshair who seemed to have put the tablet down, sharp eyes locked on him. 

“You want to join me if you promise to behave yourself?” Dante invited, with a quizzical look on his face. 

Crosshair hopped off of the counter, standing at his full height. With the other clones, Dante was obviously shorter than the others, standing at a full height of 5”6’ whereas the clones all stood at an easy 6”. Crosshair was much taller than the ‘regs’, they liked to call them. He didn’t say a word but lightly nodded and then gestured for Dante to lead the way. 

“Are you going to be nice?” Dante pushed again, wanting to get vocal confirmation from the clone who loved to follow him around like a lost tooka. 

“Yes,” Crosshair grumbled out, pulling a toothpick from his belt, and rolling the wood between his teeth. 

Satisfied, Dante led Crosshair out of the med bay and towards the barracks. Dante went straight to the 501st barracks, knowing that was where Echo would have probably wanted to go first. Plus, it was Jesse who called for a medic anyways. Entering the barracks, Dante watched as most of the troopers, especially the ones that looked younger, all gave him and Crosshair second glances. The pair were not people these clones saw on the daily. 

Jesse spotted Dante first, waving him down. It was easy to spot the ARC Trooper, minus the special gear, Jesse always sported a massive Republic cog on the top of his head and around the top right side of his face. 

“There’s my favorite medic!” Jesse smiled, gesturing for Dante to follow him. Dante watched Jesse’s eyes narrow in some at Crosshair, who was hovering not too far behind Dante’s shoulders, but he did not comment on it. 

“Careful now. If Kix hears that, he would probably have your ass.” Dante spared Jesse a small smile, when he wasn’t working he would be glad to sit down with the old trooper and spend some time with him, but duty calls. Jesse looked offended for a moment, his hand going to his armored chest right over his heart, making Dante chuckle lightly at his silliness. 

“Where is Echo?” Dante asked, changing up the topic. 

“In the fresher, he’s been dry heaving for a good minute now,” Jesse explained, leading Dante to the fresher. Dante opened the door and was greeted by Echo, sitting on the floor next to a toilet looking a bit worse for wear. He wasn’t as bad as when he first was at the table with Dante, but he was worse than when he left. 

Dante kneeled in front of him, “Hey trooper, how are you feeling?”

“I’ve been worse,” Echo grumbled a little, his eyes barely open as he rested the back of his head against the fresher wall. 

Dante set down his mobile medkit next to him on the fresher floor, “Is it alright if I take a look and do a scan?”

Echo’s eyes opened, looking at Dante. The expression on his face showed that he had not expected Dante to ask for permission. He slowly closed his eyes and gave him a small nod, “Yeah.”

Dante reached up lightly pressing a thermometer to Echo’s forehead to get his body temperature. It was still a bit lower than what should be a trooper’s average temperature. He made a small hum, reaching into his pack to scan his body. 

“Did you eat anything?” Dante asked lightly, watching as the numbers and data showed up on his scanner.

“Yes. Whatever they were serving for dinner.” Echo informed.

“Your stomach is not used to food after being in the cryo chamber for so long.” Dante hummed to himself and then glanced over his shoulder towards Crosshair, who was leaning on the doorframe watching from afar. “Crosshair, can you go get one of my special drinks from the med bay?” 

Crosshair nodded and moved out of the doorframe, disappearing from view. Dante turned back to Echo getting a med shot, “This should help with the pain, and hopefully settle your stomach some.”

Echo nodded, wincing when Dante administered the medication to him on his neck. At the moment, it was the two of them alone on the floor of the fresher. Jesse seemed to have disappeared as well. 

“Sorry, for disturbing you from your work and making you come out here.” Echo apologized and Dante quickly moved to hush him. 

“You didn’t disturb me from anything.” Dante assured him, “I am here for you guys to make sure you are healthy and ready to go back to the fight as soon as possible.” 

Echo seemed a little better after Dante’s words but not fully, and Dante was not satisfied enough with his reaction. He reached out, lightly laying his hand on Echo’s shoulder, “Hey, you are meant to be here and be alive. Don’t ever think that you are not. If it's the Force willing it or something else, you are here breathing for a reason. I know you are meant for bigger things, if you weren’t then you wouldn’t be here. I’m going to pick you back up on your feet and watch you do amazing things, because I know that is what you’re going to do. Okay?”

Echo made a small sigh and smiled, giving Dante a small smile. That seemed to settle him. Just in time for Crosshair to return, holding a pouch in his hands. Dante waved him over and took the pouch from him, opening up the spout for Echo. 

“This is my personal smoothie concoction. This should fill you and also help settle your stomach. Drink this slowly over time, not all at once.” Dante instructed as he handed the liquid pouch over to Echo. 

He took the pouch hesitantly eyeing it. He put the spout on his lips taking a hesitant sip. Tasting the smoothie-like concoction that Dante had given him, he blinked in surprise at the taste, “Meilooruns?”

“Yes, plus a bunch of other beneficial things. It’s like rations, but tastes a lot better.” Dante chuckled lightly amused by Echo’s reaction. Dante gathered up his things, putting them all back in his bag. He stopped for a second and then reached for Echo’s com, “Here. Here's my com number. If you have any problems, don’t hesitate to contact me.”

Echo nodded thanking Dante. He started to pull himself back to his feet with Dante’s help. He continued to sip on the pouch that Dante had given him. Once Dante deemed Echo good to be on his own again and able to return to the other clones in the barracks, Dante left him to his own devices. 

After a moment, Dante felt a light pull on his elbow and he glanced over at Crosshair, who made a small nod telling Dante to follow him and Dante didn’t hesitate. Crosshair led the two of them a little off course from Dante’s path back to the med bay. 

“Stay.” He finally said once he stopped the two of them in front of the Marauder that was parked up with the rest of the ships. Dante was surprised at first and then glanced down at his communicator, letting the medic know that it was currently late. It was almost lights out time for the clones that were stationed here behind the frontlines. Dante knew that the rest of the Bad Batch was probably already on the ship getting ready to hunker down for the night shift. 

Dante also knew that there was an underlying request with Crosshair with that simple word. The look on his face read, ‘Please stay with me.’

He felt like he was at a small crossroads. Dante knew he shouldn’t follow Crosshair onto the ship, even though it will probably be something completely innocent. Dante had always had this problem when it came to the members of the Bad Batch. He adored every single member of the small, special ops squad immensely, almost to the point where if he had to choose one of them, he couldn’t. He honestly feared that he would get too attached to them too quickly if he let himself do so. They all were in the middle of the Clone Wars, and there was never any assurance that any of them would make it out of this war alive. Yes, the Bad Batch has had a 100% success rate so far, and Dante spent most of his time in the medical bays treating wounded soldiers. 

It was honestly just a risk Dante didn’t want to take at this moment in time. Plus, it probably will not be healthy for the entire party if Dante did eventually settle for one of them. Though that option seemed to not be something Dante wanted to consider. He liked them all individually way too much. 

So for now, Dante wants to bite the bullet, and not encourage the actions of the clones of Clone Force 99. Even though, deep down, he would be more than happy to let them. It just wasn’t the time or the place. It probably will never be.

“Crosshair, I ca-” Dante was cut off by his communicator beeping. Watching Chosshair’s frown, Dante gave him a weak smile and answered his communicator. 

“Dante. We just received a new wave of injured soldiers from the frontlines. It’s all hands on deck.” It was Kix, Dante could always recognize his voice when he was starting to get overwhelmed. 

“Copy.” Dante replied instantly, “I’m on my way.”

Dante ended the feed, his eyes never leaving the almost sad look on Crosshair’s face. He reached up, putting his hand on Crosshair’s shoulder, his fingers able to dip past the plastoid armor and touch the warmth of his blacks underneath. His touch was close to his pulse point. This was a motion that almost all clones have done to each other in reassurance. 

“Duty calls. Make sure you guys come by to say goodbye before you take off on another mission.” Dante smiled at him and Crosshair slowly softened to the gesture. He gave Dante a nod and then moved away. 

This was probably for the best. One can’t get too attached during a war anyways. 

Dante turned and left Crosshair at the Marauder so he could rest with his brothers, who were probably already sleeping onboard. He made his way back to the Medbay at a record pace. Stepping through the door, Dante was greeted with the chaos of many, many injured clones. This was going to be a long night.

And a long night it was. There was no moment for a pause for Dante, nor the rest of the medics on duty at the time. It had been a hot mess. Amid everything, Dante had managed to soil his upper armor and blacks with who knows what kind of bodily fluids. He had to resort to borrowing one of Kix’s workout tank tops while finishing up treating the rest of the injured. 

Unlike most of the men he worked around, a lot of them wouldn’t care or think about working shirtless, but Dante had a habit that he couldn’t break since he was a child. Plus, Dante had some scars on his chest that were from another internal battle that did not involve the Clone Wars. He wasn’t one to flaunt them around either. 

When all his work was done, Dante found himself ready to collapse from exhaustion. He was still on duty, but everything he was doing was paused for a bit. It probably wouldn’t hurt if he took a quick power nap while he waited for the next patient that needed him. 

Dante found himself in the original room where he had first treated Echo. It was the first bed he found that was empty and Dante didn’t hesitate to hop up on the bed and rest his head on the pillow. He was still wearing his armor on his hips and legs, but that barely registered in his tired mind. He was out like a light the second his head hit the pillow. 

“Hey, scoot over. There are no other free beds.” Dante stirred a little at the sound of Kix’s voice. He made a small grumble but moved to one side of the small medical bed. There was a soft sound of plastoid armor lightly tapping against each other as Kix slid up beside him. Dante shifted, getting himself more comfortable, and then was fast asleep in seconds with his cheek resting against Kix’s armored shoulder. 

The two bone-tired medics were fast asleep for maybe half an hour before they were disturbed once again. 

“What happened to your rule on not sleeping with people you work with?” Captain Rex’s voice woke Dante from his slumber. Dante made a grumble, quickly rubbing his eyes with his hands. 

“Very funny Captain,” Dante grumbled, which earned a chuckle from Rex. He looked over at the entryway where the ole faithful Captain stood with Echo standing just behind him. Dante was quick to spot Echo’s pale eyes darting down to his bare arms. Oh yeah. He barely remembers his tattoos. One of them was on his right forearm solidifying his story of being an inmate who was serving a sentence in the Republic Central Judiciary Detention Center - RCJDC for short - for the rest of his life. Tattooed on his skin was the symbol of the prison and his inmate number right underneath it. His left bicep also had a ring of roses and thorns wrapped around in a line. That one had more of an intense meaning to it than the tattoo all inmates get when they were sentenced there for life. 

“What can I do for you?” Dante asked, pulling himself up from the bed. Kix stirred a little, it was obvious he was awake, but if he wasn’t going to be addressed, he was going to try to go back to sleep. 

“I need Echo for a mission.” Rex started to explain Echo’s idea of slipping past enemy lines and sabotaging the Separatists for a Republic victory. Hopefully, a victory would solidify their full control of this planet. While Rex was explaining everything, Dante kept looking over Rex’s shoulders at Echo. Even though Dante had only known this clone for a short time, Dante could tell that Echo would try to go on this mission with or without Dante’s approval. 

“Echo.” Dante addressed the former ARC Trooper once Rex was done talking, “How has your stomach been since last night?”

Echo paused for a second, “It’s been fine since you last saw me.” 

That was a lie. 

Dante had been around clones long enough to learn that clones were terrible liars, especially to people they either respected or had a higher ranking. Echo was probably lying so he could go on the mission. It seemed to be his idea. 

“Very well.” Dante said after a moment, not breaking eye contact with him, “But only on one condition. You have to take Clone Force 99 with you.” 

Dante heard Kix groan in the bed behind Dante. He must have not had a favorable interaction with them. Including Rex, who grimaces for a split second. 

“May I ask why?” Rex asked Dante. 

“I am not confident that Echo is fully ready for combat.” Dante explained, keeping out the details of Echo’s condition since it was a need-to-know basis, “Since I know what the Bad Batch is capable of and they have a 100% success rate. I have the confidence that if something were to go wrong, they would be perfectly capable of handling it.” 

Dante watched Rex’s shoulders lower slightly but nodded, “Very well. I will let them and the General know.” 

Dante gave him a small smile and a nod, watching the two of them leave the room. Once Dante was sure that they had left and the coast was clear, he activated his com, typing in Tech’s com channel. 

“Hey, Tech. You guys are going to be on a mission with Echo and Rex soon. I’m going to send you my report on him in case things get out of hand. Best to share the basics with Hunter as well.” Dante explained as he moved over to the computer that still was logged into his files and started to transmit the files. 

“Yeah, if we don’t have to kill him for being a traitor.” Tech sounded skeptical. 

“What makes you think that?” Dante asked, watching the file blink as received. He could hear Tech’s datapad beeping on the audio channel. 

“Well, his mind was controlled by the Separatists for a while. We don’t know for sure if it still is.” Tech explained. In the background, Dante could hear Wrecker pipe up saying that he liked Echo. 

Dante made a snort of amusement, “I seriously doubt that he’s now a spy for the separatists. He honestly reminds me a lot of you guys. I think he would fit in well with you guys.”

“We will see.” Tech still sounded hesitant but after a quick confirmation that he got the file and a quick goodbye, he ended the transmission. 

Dante’s suspicion about Echo’s stomach was right. 

After the successful mission and Anaxis were free from Separatist control, Dante received a call about Echo’s condition. He had seemed fine at first, saying goodbye to Rex and officially joining the Bad Batch. But not too long after, they were calling Dante up to the Havoc Marauder. Dante was honestly not surprised. 

Stepping onto the modified attack shuttle, Dante was directed over to Echo who was laying in one of their bunks at the back of the ship. He had his hand on his stomach, his face scrunched up in pain. 

“How are we doing Echo?” Dante asked softly, setting his supplies down on the ground next to the bunk.

“I’ll admit, this is shit.” Echo groaned, “I uh... I might have ended up getting sick again a few hours after you visited the barracks. Since then I haven’t been capable of keeping any kind of food down.”

Dante nodded, reaching into his bag to set up a mobile IV for Echo, “I figured so. Thank you for being honest with me.”

If Echo wasn’t in such intense pain at the moment, he probably would have looked so much more surprised, “Wait. You figured so?”

“Yes. I knew you were lying when you and Rex approached me before the mission. It is precisely why I had required the Bad Batch to join you.” Dante explained softly, setting up a bag of fluids for Echo. He gently pushed Echo to sit up so he could get the IV in his arm. 

“Hey, Hunter,” Dante called after he had set Echo up with the fluids and medication through the IV, “We are going to Kamino. Echo is going to be needing surgery.” 

After hearing a small roger from the cockpit, Dante felt the ship come to life under him. Dante activated his com device on his vibrance, “Hey AZ. I’m going to Kamino, when you are done here on Anaxis, I am going to need you back. I’m going to need help with a stomach transplant.” 

Dante heard confirmation from the droid and ended the transmission. Dante glanced over at Echo who was looking at him with wide owl eyes, “Stomach transplant?”

“Yes, I’m going to replace your stomach with one that will work.” Dante nodded, motioning for Echo to lay back down and rest, “I had already ordered the Kaminoans to clone you a replacement one, figuring that this would happen. Don’t worry. You will probably feel better after than you are now once it’s all done.”

Echo still looked a bit nervous but nodded slowly accepting the situation. Dante got him situated to rest, letting the poor clone try to relax a bit during the travels. He even left Echo with his tablet so he could either read or play the simple games on it that the rest of the Bad Batch had installed onto it without Dante’s permission. 

It wasn’t long after that, that Dante found himself being cornered by Crosshair.

“How many hours of sleep have you gotten recently?” Crosshair demanded, he was already reaching to take off Dante’s armor that he had cleaned while they had been away on the mission. Dante paused, trying to think back on the last 48 to 72 hours he had been on Anaxis. The only real sleep he had gained was the power nap that lasted maybe an hour. After that, he’s been constantly working. 

Now that Dante had a second to think about it, his body was exhausted. His mind was almost just as exhausted. 

“Plenty.” Dante lied to the lanky clone, trying to act like he didn’t need to be chastised. Crosshair frowned, getting a wrinkle on his nose between his eyes. It was a look that screamed, ‘You are bullshitting me.’

Dante grumbled looking away from Crosshair’s sharp eyes, “Maybe like… an hour.”

Satisfied with Dante’s confession, Crosshair moved to take off Dante’s armor, leaving him in his blacks. Dante helped him, not wanting to feel completely helpless. Crosshair was then quick to pick up Dante, practically dropping him in the top bunk that Dante knew Crosshair liked to sleep in the most, considering the small C scratched into the wall near the pillow. Crosshair was quick to follow, getting between the wall and Dante’s body on the tight bunk. 

“Wait-” Dante started to protest but Crosshair quickly stopped him, pulling Dante close to him. 

“Sleep,” Crosshair grumbled, wrapping his arms tight around Dante’s torso. Dante let out a heavy sigh quickly giving up the fighting knowing that it was futile. Why does he have to have such a big soft spot for these clones? It was going to ruin him.

Dante let this happen for now, silently telling himself that this was the line and there was no crossing. He couldn’t, for the sake of everyone else. He could have a nap right here and then wake up on Kamino and go straight back to work. He could have this small moment to himself and store it away, only to bring it out on quiet nights alone. 

He found himself quick to relax, feeling comfortably warm with his face pressed into Crosshair’s chest. The sound of his breathing lulled him into a deep and comfortable sleep. Just this one time, he will let himself have this. Nothing more. 

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[cowboylikedean]

Have you ever felt disconnected from harry the way you did for 1989 Taylor ? If you haven't how did you get back your Taylor connection? I am going through a hard time listening to harry because of this era and how he acted. He seems so ............... to me when he used to be my favourite artist. Fine line was a therapy for me but not HsH. His some actions reg covid was also questionable. Not to mention holivia. It really reminded me of Tayvin. I feel so bad about it because I want to go back to liking him but I literally can't. I went through your 1989 disconnect so can you tell me how you got that intimacy with her again? I really want to enjoy this album before he releases his next and since you went thru something similar maybe you can help me

Oh anon!! the most I can help is to say I'm in a similar boat!

In early December I got this anon:

Hey i was going through your blog and i realised harry was ur fave between haylor. So when did it change? Are you still in harry fandom?

and it went unanswered because it was too big a question.

I always loved Harry most when he was on stage. I felt more connected to him and like loving him was such a given, and a shared given at that. actor!harry always made me uncomfortable and so dwd making me feel bad was like not a big deal to me. I didn’t expect holivia to be serious until they were, and like you, it reminded me of tayvin a lot. I think you’ve talked to @septembersghost and she and I have made that comparison quite a bit. 

As such, I’ve managed to feel close to him in his flourishing and flowering since the breakup. His humor in instagram in this last bit of the tour was enough for me to refollow him and it felt like the old days a bit!

I don’t know that I can ever forgive him for covid though. Like I said, Harry on stage is the Harry I feel the most connected to and it broke my heart harder than I could ever tell you that I wasn’t able to love him the way I wanted this tour. He was IN MY CITY and I didn’t go. I was working at the closest hotel to the arena until the weekend before the show and I took reservations for that night and I told my coworkers what a Harry show looks like (this was his first solo show in the city so having the heads up for what harries are like was helpful) and I listened to fan after fan call and try to make a reservation and they told me all about their favorite songs and what he meant to them and I just............. Was sad.

I don’t know, I don’t have answers for you anon.

Thinking about Harry’s House’s sometimes cringey lyrics as like an unedited intimacy also helps me. There are still some things I can’t do.. Cinema for instance is just the single worst thing Harry’s ever done musically and the “cocaine side boob choke her with a sea view” lyric makes me uncomfortable, but I get through that one for “jUst act NORMAL” but I can’t listen to Cinema… But most of the album feels really intimate to me in a way it didn’t at first. A lot of that reframing also came from Jess so honestly, she’s my best resource for you! 

All I can really tell you is… If you wanna commiserate, I’m here. 

[leenathegreengirl]

😂

Fives: kinda messed up and nasty how vampires drink blood, imo. like. pepsi costs a dollar seventy five

Hardcase: WHERE ARE YOU GETTING PEPSI FOR $1.75 ?!? THAT SHIT'S LIKE $2.30 MINIMUM

Fives: hospital

Kix: who the fuck is paying 2.30 for pepsi

Fives: not me i’m paying a dollar seventy five. at the hospital.

Ahsoka: i pay like $2.50 but i’m a jedi

Fives: i feel like we’re getting off topic

Jesse: blood is free?

Hardcase: so is pepsi if you steal it?

Tup: why.. why is Fives getting his pepsi from the hospital

Fives: because it’s only a dollar seventy five

Rex: why in god's name would a vampire drink pepsi

Kix: why would anyone drink pepsi?!

Jesse: #femboy

Fives: Huh?

Dogma: this is why i'm not a fan of the sexy vampire trope. 1) it’s overused and it supports the current status quote of typical vampire supremacy: worshipping rich folk. 2) vampires prey upon humans and therefore symbolize capitalists preying on the working class. 3) werewolves are much sexier imo.

Fives:

Rex: am i having a stroke?????

Ahsoka: you might want to go to the hospital then

Echo: i hear the pepsi is cheaper there

>> text is originally from this amazing thread

[izzythehutt]

the thought just flashed into my head about the parallels between Jesse and Jake Pinkman and Sirius and Regulus Black. I mean, it's very much a surface level parallel but still

Comparing Diane and Adam Pinkman to Wally and Orion feels really unfair to the Pinkmans tbh, but yeah now that you mention it, the sibling dynamic is pretty much identical (minus the much larger age gap.)

That scene where Diane comes into Jake's room and leaves the door open and Jesse is all pissed off about it and they have the exchange:

"What, you—you think that's okay? Like, "Oh, we can't let that scumbag warp the mind of our favorite son." "I'm the favorite? Yeah, right. You're practically all they ever talk about."

is uh........basically exactly how I write Reg and Sirius, at least.

[writingforfun0714]

Hi everyone,

Sorry it’s been so long, I’ve been having some writers block. I’ve been trying to work on the block by drawing some fanart that I’ll post on my main @mabrego0714

Here are my WIPs I’m working on IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER so comment/reblog if you have a preference:

—Arcane Sisters of Mine fic Chapter 5

—Bad Batch AU—Jedi OC

—Game of Thrones/Jungle Book crossover

—Clone Wars Clone One-Shots (Day in the Life Of series, Shinies, etc)

—Delta Squad Reader Insert fic

I actually started getting writers block around the midpoint of Ahsoka. I hadn’t really had high hopes but it really fell short for me. I won’t get into it in this post, but because of my dissatisfaction with the show, my faith in Disney Star Wars has fallen. While I did think Rebels was more ‘kid-oriented’ at first, I didn’t hate it and I even grew to love it as a young adult (iirc Rebels is Disney’s first SW content). The Sequel trilogy should’ve been a wake up call.

Then, Clone Wars Season 7 was announced. I thought the animation was beautiful (aside from the horrendous clone model), and the soundtrack/music is incredible. That being said, I have some major problems with the story(ies). I liked the ideas but not the execution.

The Bad Batch’s intro is a perfect example.

It’s clear that the group is quite different in CW S7 than in their own show (which I won’t get into rn since those that have seen my previous posts know I hate tbb). In TCW, they are introduced as a unique clone squad that all have enhanced senses. They are shown to be disobedient and disconnected from the other clones, which makes absolutely no sense. They appear different to the ‘regular’ clones who have a derogatory nickname of ‘regs’. Their mission is to save a ‘reg’ clone who we (the audience) thought was dead: ARC Trooper Echo.

We see Rex’s loyalty to his men through his faith that Echo is alive. Despite being clones, Rex KNOWS the sound of Echo’s voice because of how long he’s served with him. Because of their prejudices, The Batch is skeptical and Crosshair, the sniper, even taunts Rex about Echo’s death. Despite being in the wrong, Wrecker, CF99’s weapons expert and largest of the group, defends Crosshair and attacks Jesse for defending Rex. That clearly set up a good group character arc of learning that all clones are brothers, not just the ones closest to you. At the end of Echo’s story, we learn that CF99 offers him to join the squad and he accepts (despite the group looking down on Echo and judging him once rescuing him).

We don’t learn until TBB that what little progress, if any, towards having a good relationship with clones is gone.

Next we learn about where Ahsoka’s been since walking away from The Jedi Order. It’s assumed she’s been hiding on the lower levels of Coruscant surviving. Her story opens with her speeder bike dying and her falling onto a garage platform belonging to the Martez sisters. Lots of people dislike the Martez sisters story arc due to their attitudes and behaviors. While I don’t hate them like a lot in the fandom seem to, they aren’t my favorite characters and I thought there were a lot of better stories that could’ve been told with Ahsoka.

That brings me to Ahsoka’s character. I get that people change over time and she was obviously still hurt by the Jedi Order, specifically the Council, but I didn’t like how easily she partnered with Bo Katan in the finale and sided with her cause given Bo’s history. She easily dismissed her relationship with Anakin (and Rex to an extent) despite her recognizing everything he did for her. But other than that, I loved Ahsoka meeting/fighting Darth Maul and the O66 moment for her and Rex was so tragic.

I loved the clones but I thought one person would’ve made it next level good: Kix, the 501st medic. I know in Legends he was frozen in carbonite/hypersleep or something and was woken up by pirates about 50-60yrs later, making him the last clone since the others have accelerated aging (aside from Boba/Omega). But I would’ve loved to see Kix either with Ahsoka and her 501st half or at least mentioned about being with Anakin and his 501st half.

So while I generally enjoy CW S7, I definitely prefer making my own interpretation and looking at fan-made art/stories.

Because I enjoyed the animation and music of CW S7, I was excited to see another show that has the same animation about clones: The Bad Batch. This is definitely one of those shows that has great ideas but the execution actually hurts it. They are shown to have lighter skin than the rest of the darker ‘regular’ clones and they all think they are superior to the other clones but especially Crosshair. Again, I won’t get into it, but TBB is a dumpster fire of racism and horrible story telling.

I definitely prefer the live action shows, but even then it’s hit or miss. Like I said, OWK and Ahsoka fell short for me. However I love Andor, Mando and TBoBF.

Which finally brings me to the upcoming Star Wars content animated and live action. SPOILERS—YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!!

First, the Mandalorian movie. I’m more hesitant about this movie despite my love for the show but that’s mostly because of Ahsoka. I didn’t like how Ahsoka was handled and because it left on a cliff hanger, I’m sure it’ll tie into the Mandalorian movie with Thrawn probably taking the role of the villain. I don’t think I really have any expectations other than it’s not bad, though Felony will helm the project so I’m not holding my breath.

Second, the Rey Skywalker movie. I definitely think Disney knows how badly they messed up with the sequel trilogy and will try and redeem Rey’s character. I think it’s an interesting premise. She knows Luke, who had a failed Jedi school, and she chooses to do the same, knowing it could fail like Luke’s but chooses to do it anyway. I’d love for this movie to show a new villain instead of Palpatine/Sith. I could see more Dark Jedi or even Night Sister magic being the main conflict instead.

Next, the James Mangold Star Wars movie. Supposedly it’s set thousands of years in the past and will focus on the first Jedi. I think that’s an interesting topic and a great chance to form new ideas as well as bring in Legends/EU content. However, with the mixed reviews of Indiana Jones 5, I’m tempering my expectations accordingly.

I know Taika Waititi has a Star Wars movie coming out as well but idk anything about it other than he wants to have original characters (which I think is good).

I think Shawn Levy has a Star Wars movie coming but again, no details about it since he’s been busy with Stranger Things S5 and Deadpool 3.

I believe Rian Johnson also has a trilogy set in a new place the lore has never explored before but I don’t think this trilogy is coming any time soon.

I believe that’s it for movies so over all I’m hesitant, but that’s because I need more info.

Now for the shows. I’ll start with the new ones.

Lando will obviously focus on Lando Calrissian played by Donald Glover. There’s no info about any idea of when the series will take place but I kinda hope it’s like right before the sequel trilogy.

Skeleton Crew has a good concept of a Jedi in hiding finding 4 Jedi kids and as long as it doesn’t get too family friendly and the writing is good I’m sure I’ll enjoy it. I’ve always thought this was the story they should’ve told with the Jedi Younglings in TCW arc.

The Acolyte is about the growing dark-side powers in the final days of the High Republic era (~200yrs before TPM). It seems like a noir-detective style show (like AotC) with a Master/Padawan duo investigating a series of crimes. It seems pretty cool and I’m excited for it.

I’m hoping Mandalorian S4 will be better than S3. I really want Din to call Grogu his son. Not his kid, not his boy, but his SON. SAY IT.

Definitely looking forward to Andor S2 the most. I thought Andor was slow at first and a bit complicated due to how many characters are introduced, but I loved the story and the actors had the passion that made their roles believable.

I could not care less about The Bad Batch S3. No matter what happens, I definitely prefer fandom ideas/my own headcanons. I MIGHT binge watch the season once all eps are out but I will NOT be watching on episode release days.

That brings me to the planned animated Clone Rebellion show. I’m assuming it’ll be the same CW style set after TBB S3 and focus on Rex (and possibly Wolffe+Gregor) which leads me to believe we won’t get much in the way of the clone rebellion in TBB S3. If this show uses the same damn clone model I will cut out Disney Star Wars. I don’t mind making my own stories/AU’s/etc, but Disney in general is on thin ice as it is.

Thanks for letting me get all that out. This is basically why I haven’t been writing. I’ve been pretty disappointed with Disney as of late due to their horrible live action remakes, mid-level animated movies like Elemental, Strange World, Lightyear and mediocre SW content.

If you’ve made it through this whole post, thank you for your time and I promise I will post something soon.

-Maisy💙

[saggitary]

Clone Tattoo Headcanons

Yes so now I’m thinking about this and so I thought I’d stare my thoughts! (I also have mentioned a few of these in fics so I thought I’d just explain it here)

Universal 

All the clones have their CT or CC number on their wrist

I am pretty sure the Kaminoans can’t tell them apart or don’t care enough to do so but if they have their number right there on their wrist then they automatically know which clone is which

Many troopers chose to get a cover up over their number but others don’t

When a clone joins a battalion they get a band of their battalion’s color

Like the 501st has a blue band on their left bicep, the Coruscant guard has a rad band around their right forearm

The 104th had a maroon band around their tricep but after Malevolence the survivors got two gray bands on top and bottom of the maroon.

Jesse

obviously his big ass Republic cog tattoo

He 100% got that while absolutely shit faced drunk but the only one that knows this is Fives. Kix had wanted a night off and Echo was recovering from an injury so Fives and Jesse went out drinking together

Jesse absolutely will never admit that he was drunk when he got the tattoo and Fives will never tell anybody he was because then Jesse would tell everyone about the embarrassing Fives also got while he was also shit faced

Jesse definitely has a sleeve on his right arm that is starting to extend to his chest and shoulder

It consists of imagery from planets they’ve visited on campaigns and also contains tributes to his fallen brothers

He has a small blue tattoo mimicking Hardcase’s face tattoos in the sleeve, he has a handprint somewhere near his elbow, and he also has a small 5 hidden in there somewhere as well

Fives

obviously his 5 tattoo on his temple

He has a simplistic style Z-6 Rotary blaster on his tricep as a tribute to Hevy (Echo has the same design)

He and Echo got 99 tattooed on their back right side to honor 99

He has a detailed krayt dragon skull on his back

He has the words ‘call me captain’ on the inside of his left arm (definitely wasn’t drunk)

After the citadel Fives got a small handprint tattooed where Echo’s handprint had been on his own armor

The tattoo that he will never speak of is a replica of one of the 212ths ship nose art depicting Commander Cody in a twi’lek dancer pose, complete with the bare legs and over exaggerated proportions.

And its on his left ass cheek.

Jesse has a picture of this tattoo and will use it as blackmail

Echo

he also has the same Z-6 rotary blaster design but its on his right thigh

He has a detailed Rishi eel down his spine to honor Cutup

He has a matching 99 tattoo with fives 

After joining the 501st he got a skeleton handprint on his chest under where Rex’s handprint is on his armor

definitely has his favorite reg manual protocol tattooed somewhere, but its not the whole protocol, just the number (its order 69 because he things its absolutely hilarious and he was a little drunk)

He as the words “or call me sir” on the inside of his left arm (definitely wasn’t drunk)

after he is rescued from Skako minor he gets a 5 tattooed over his heart

On his left arm he gets 4 dominos, 1/0-5/0 but the 3rd domino is missing because that was his number in their squad

Under his 501st blue band he gets a new red and black band for his new squad

Hardcase

obviously his cool blue face and head tattoos, oh and those extend down his back and arm where the line turns into his 501st blue band

he has his favorite rotary blaster tattooed with a name banner and flowers around it on his right arm

The name is Jennifer because he names his blasters

he would probably get a quote he really likes on his forearm

Rex

he has a tribute to all his closest brothers down his right side

handprint for Echo, 5 for Fives, blue for Hardcase, lightning bolts for Kix, republic cog for Jesse, tear drop for Tup, V for Dogma, Wolffe pack symbol for Wolffe, red band for Fox, Bly’s yellow face markings, etc

he has a script tattoo on his side from an old mandalorian story that Jango told the cadets when they were young, Cody has the same script as Rex

he got the Fulcrum symbol after Malachor 

Let me know if you want to see anymore!

[summ6rbummer]

Hello mate, was wondering if I could perhaps get some Belch Huggins smut with an AFAB reader. He’s suffering from major neglect in this fandom and I’d really love to get some smutty stuff with him. Go wild!!

ooo i love this! i agree he does need more stuffs abt him. i'll try my best!edit - i apologize for the wait this is probably unedited :)

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IN THIS WORLD ITS JUST US

belch huggins x AFAB reader use of they/them pronouns

18+ - warnings - SMUTTT oral smut (f! receiving) , p in v sex , lowkey top belch , multiple orgasms, use of the word cunt , finger fucking , unprotected sex , praise , AFAB reader , drinking , cursing , smoking 

smut under the cut <3

-summary- y/n and reggie are at a party, where y/n drunkenly admits their feelings for belch. the next morning they wake up and find reggie sleeping on their couch. they both remember what happened last night and then smut happens.

enjoy <3 also im writing this in first person but also not cuz i live to confuse

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loud bass music flooded the house and hot, teen bodies moulded together, filling the rooms. alcohol ran through your veins and the vibrations of the music erupted through the floor and into your feet.

you laughed and swayed with the music, holding your red cup and clinking it with peoples you swayed around with. the smell of weed and sweaty hormones filled your nose. high school parties at their finest.

reggie was sat in the living room across the house, arms crossed over his broad chest. his brow was furrowed and heat filled his face and chest as he watched y/n dance and sway in the kitchen, a giant dopey smile plastered on their face.

the rest of the gang sat scattered around him. henry was sucking face with some chick, and Patrick was passed out next to victor, who was stoned out of his mind.

belch watched as excitement filled your face when the song switched. your favorite song, Jesse’s Girl by Rick Springfield played through the house. when you realized your song was playing, you turned in belch’s direction as a huge smile erupted across your face. you stumbled through the crowd, a teasing smile played on your lips as you sauntered over to belch. his face softened when you started walking over, heat rising to his cheeks.

‘h-hey!’ you drunkenly shouted over the music.

belch smiled and leaned down to your ear. ‘hi sunshine.’ he replied, his deep voice sending ripples through your body. you shivered and pulled away, swallowing thickly.

‘its our song reg!’ you shouted, grabbing his large hand in your smaller one. ’lets dance!’

belch chuckled as you pulled him away from the wall into the crowd. soon you were both enveloped by the bodies around you. belch watched as you swayed, mouthing the lyrics and dancing around him. slowly you stopped, coming back to meet his gaze again.

maybe it was the alcohol, but suddenly confidence was flowing through your veins. you reached up to hook your arms around his neck, and his hands came to rest on your waist, pulling your chest against his.

‘you know w-what reg?’ you chirped. ’what y/n?.’ belch asked.

‘i like you a whole bunchh, like ever s-since i moved here.’ you hiccuped. belch’s eyebrows raised he swallowed dryly.

‘like how? as a friend-‘ ‘shhhhh’ you muttered, pressing your finger to belch’s lips. slowly you pulled him down to your lips.

“like when we’re together, we’re the o-only people in the world. i reeally like you r-reg.’ you stuttered against his jaw. suddenly the air around you was sobering

reg was internally freaking out. while he had been waiting forever to hear that, but he knew how y/n could get when they were drunk. sappy and touchy. he was brought back out of his own head at the sound of y/n giggling at his scrunched up face. they took two wobbly steps towards him, and he was already rushing forward to catch them. they were now passed out in his arms. he sighed and picked them up, heading for the stairs. belch could care less about the rest of the gang, they weren’t going anywhere.

[so im just skipping to the next morning cuz i want smut sooner]

you woke up the next morning to soft sunlight streaming through parted curtains and a full brass section pounding in your head. you groaned and rolled away from the light, fumbling put of bed and shuffling out of your bedroom. moving into the kitchen, you leaned over the sink and splashed cold water onto your face. you wiped your face off and walked out of the kitchen into the family room yawning.

now anyone can probably imagine how you felt to see the very sobering sight that was belch huggins, asleep on your couch. you stepped back into the kitchen as fuzzy memories from last night falling into place in your head.

“like when its just us, were the o-only people in the world. i reeally like you r-reg.”

“i like you soo much , ever since i moved h-here.”

that is not how you wanted to tell him. anxious thoughts swarmed your head and your gut dropped. what if i ruined us? i cant lose him.

‘hey sunshine. you alright?’

reggie’s deep voice pulled you back down to earth and you snapped back to the couch to see reggie standing up with a worried expression on his face.

“huh?” you asked. he walked closer to you. ”are you okay?’ he asked as he stopped in front of you.

you looked up at him from under your lashes, feeling slightly embarrassed, remembering what happened last night.

‘yeah im alright reg.’ you glanced past him at the couch that had blankets bunched up on it. ’you slept here?’ you asked, a small smile growing on your face.

he blushed and ran a hand through his bedhead. ’yeah i didn’t really want to leave you.”

you could feel your face get red at his words and you glanced down at the floor, not able to meet his eyes. he smiled and gently grabbed your chin, pulling you up and forcing you to meet his eyes again.

“you remember dont you.’ he asked gently, eyes flicking to your lips and back to your eyes. your eyes widened at his question and you softly nodded.

you could feel your heartbeat in your ears while reggie stared at you, his stare magnetizing.

slowly you reached up to grab his face and swiftly pressed your lips onto his. he sighed into the kiss, snaking his other hand down to grab your waist and pulled you flush against him. the kiss felt like it lasted forever, until you pulled away to catch your breath.

reggie let his large hands rest on your hips, as your foreheads rested against eachother. once you caught your breath, you looked back to him, a giant smile erupting on your face. he smiled softly and brushed his nose against yours.

“i reeally like you too since you moved here.” he whispered, reminding you of last night before pressing his lips to your again. you melted in his hands, gripping his shirt in your fists and leaning into him. his hot breath fanned on your cheek as the kiss slowly got heated.

his tongue swiped across your bottom lip and you opened your mouth, granting him access. his tongue slipped into your mouth, entwining with yours. you whimpered when his fingertips dug into your flesh. he grunted and reached down to grab the backs of your thighs. he lifted you up off the floor and you wrapped your legs around his waist. he gripped your ass and walked out of the kitchen towards your room.

breaking the kiss, he dropped you and turned to close the door and then pressed you up against it. his arms blocked on either side of you as he moved to press sloppy kisses along your jaw. you let out a quiet moan when reggie sucked on the spot under your ear. he groaned in response and sucked on that spot more, most definitely leaving marks for you to find later. you moaned, running your hands through his short hair and tugging his head back up to meet your lips. he let a moan out into the kiss, fumbling to grope at your breasts and thighs. you whimpered again, reaching to tug at his shirt. he pulled away and slowly dropped you from the door, grabbing your waist and pushing you back to your bed. the back of your knees hit the mattress and you fell backwards, grabbing at the hem of your shirt and pulling it up over your head. reggie stood above you, eyes growing dark with lust at the sight of your bare chest. he crawled over you and attacked your tits, swirling his tongue around one of your nipples while his large hand kneaded the other. your back arched and you moaned at the contact. reggie groaned and released from your nipple with a pop, making you whimper at the loss of warmth. he chuckled and pressed kisses up your chest and neck to your lips again. you kissed while he moved to palm your breasts, groaning when he felt your nipples harden under his hands. you whined when you felt his knee press against your hot core. involuntarily your hips rocked against his thigh, soft moans spilling from your lips at the contact. belch chuckled and kissed back down your chest and stomach, stopping at the waistline of your shorts. he moved his thigh back and hooked his fingers on the hem of the shorts, tugging them down off your ankles and tossing them across the room. he stared down at your thinly clothed core and the wet spot seeping through your panties with a smug grin on his face.

‘you like me that much sunshine? i haven’t even touched you yet.’ he muttered, glancing up at your very red face. you spluttered out a response that you couldn’t hear, only focused on how close to your heat reggie was. he grabbed your thighs and pushed them open, and hooked his finger under your panties, pulling them off, leaving you naked under him. his stare on your naked core was shameful, and you pressed your legs together shyly. he growled and grabbed your knees, pushing your thighs open as far as they could go. staring down at your cunt again, he whispered

“shit sunshine you look so good.. bet you taste even better. ”

then he shoved his face in between your thighs.

you let out a loud moan at the feeling of his tongue pressing against your hole, and ground your hips against his face. reaching down you grabbed his short hair, tugging on the soft ends. ‘p-please reg.’ you whined. he groaned against you and dove his tongue into your opening. he moved his tongue up and down your slick, flicking at your clit and digging his fingers into your waist, holding you down against his face. your whining and moaning at the feeling of his tongue against your clit. he moved his hand up to your core and traced large circles around your clit, thrusting his tongue in and out of your dripping hole and pressing his thumb down on your cit. you were mewling and moaning, gripping your sheets. you could feel heat building in your abdomen, pins and needles spreading through your body. belch slid his fingers down your slick and pressed them against your hole, sliding two in your wetness. you moaned at the stretch, clenching around his thick fingers. he groaned into your core and continued pumping his fingers in and out of you, relishing at the blissed out expression on your face. tingles spread to your fingertips when he hit a spongy spot inside of you and you let out a very whiny,

‘shit reggie.. nngh. cumming! right there!’ 

he smiled and muscle memory kicked in and he curled his fingers, hitting that spot over and over again, making your toes curl and let out a squeal, hot white heat rushing over you. you clenched hard around his fingers, hot cum spurting out onto his hand and arm. you sighed, releasing the tight grip you had on you sheets, looking down at reggie. he wiped his face off and sucked your cum off his fingers, leaning up to kiss you again. tasting yourself in his mouth was a lot hotter than you thought it would be. you pulled back from the kiss and smiled up at him, raking your hands through his brown curls. he let out a pained groan when your knee brushed against his painfully hard cock. you giggled and did it again, pressing harder this time. reggie growled and grabbed your knee, leaning down to your ear.

‘if you want me you can have me sunshine.’ he muttered, rubbing his thumb over the skin of your knee where his hand rested. you quickly nodded, very excited by this side of him, looking down at the strained outline in his jeans. he chuckled and stood up, pulling off his shirt and tossing it with my shorts. i smiled and scooted back on the bed, anxiously biting your bottom lip. 

reggie unzipped his pants and shoved them down to his ankles. he almost moaned at the release of pressure against his aching cock. when he pulled it out your eye almost popped out of your head, and you could feel your heartbeat rising in your ears. it was thick, with a bright red tip that was leaking precum. you were honestly unsure how it would fit inside you, squeezing your legs together, feeling a new wave of slick wash over your thighs.he stared down at you with dark, unbridled lust in his eyes and crawled over you again, prying your knees open again. you moaned when you felt his tip swipe through your folds and press against your clit. he rubbed it up and down through your folds, mixing his precum over your slit, heavy breaths leaving his mouth. you whimpered and wrapped your legs around his waist, pressing his tip against your entrance, making him sigh as he slowly started pushing into you. you let out moans in unison, breathless at the feel of reggie stretching out your sensitive walls. when  he  finally bottomed out he let out a strangled groan feeling you squeeze around him just right. “shit sunshine.. you’re so t-tight.’ he rasped.

you gripped tight to his shoulders and whimpered at him

“reg.. please move. i need to feel you’

he outright moaned at that, shifting his weight over you more and leaned down to peck a gentle kiss to your lips. you smiled, that making the act so much more passionate. slowly he pulled back and pushed into you again, repeating it and making a steady pace thrusting his hips into yours. moans fell from your mouth and mixed with reggie’s as he pounded into you. he moaned at the way your gummy walls sucked him in further and further, like you were begging him to ruin your perfect cunt.

you yelped and dragged your nails down his back when you felt him speed up. he worked a steady pace, pants and groans leaving his lips as he gripped your thighs, fingernails digging into your soft skin. whimpers fell and your eyes fell closed at the stretching feeling, nails leaving thin red lines down his back. but your eyes flew back open when you felt him hit that same spongy spot inside of you. reggie grunted and grabbed your thigh, hoisting it over his shoulder and going back to hitting that spot over and over again, your moans sped up, and you felt the pins and needles rapidly spreading to your fingers and toes. you gripped the sheets as your back arched and your second orgasm of the day approached. it washed over you and a loud moan escaped your lips. reggie didn’t slow down, continuing to plow into that same spot, the pressure in your lower belly grew again, faster this time, and your muscles tensed hard, making you whine loudly in reggie’s ear.

‘shit babe im close, can you come one more time for me? can you do that sunshine?” he groaned back at you. you frantically nodded. he picked up his pace again, thrusting into you and holding your waist in place. you moaned as your body started to tingle, and your thighs were coated in a thick layer of sticky liquid as your legs started to shake. reggie’s thrusts started to get sloppy. he reached down between your bodies and rubbed tight circles on your clit with his free hand. you moaned as that pushed you over your edge, and your walls pulsed around his cock, throwing him into his orgasm. his hot cum filled your aching cunt and your cum mixed together, squirting out of your hole and onto the mattress. slowly he pulled out and collapsed onto the mattress next to you. you both laid there for a while, panting and sweating. you turned to look at him.

‘you didn’t pull out?’

he chuckled. ‘you’re on the pill sunshine.’ he replied. you nodded slowly, turning back to look at the ceiling.

‘so.. you like me too.. right?’ you asked. belch turned to look at you this time. ‘yes.. clearly.’ you laughed at that, rolling onto your side to face him. you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips and he pulled away, smiling.

‘i guess it’s just us in this world.’

[gateway-artist]

Echo sat at the table in the cantina with a Star cherry soda in front of him. He and the bad batch decided on a drink after a hard mission, but he wasn’t in the mood for anything alcoholic. The boys were thankful anyways, since that meant he’d be in the mood for stories. They weren’t sure about it at first. Stories of the Regs Echo used to work with, but they grew to enjoy them. “I remember Jesse! I lifted him off the ground like nothing!” Wrecker nearly shouted, and Echo snickered. “Yeah.. He probably deserved it quite frankly.”

Half the clones he mentioned they didn’t recall. They remembered Rex, Cody, Kix, Jesse, and a few others. Echo going on a slew of one of his closest brothers. Fives. He told stories about him. How they were part of the domino squad. How they both joined the 501st due to acts of courage, and both became Arc Troopers together even. Though, Wreckers favorite being when he and Fives went to 79s. Fives and Echo had to stay back and clean the whole cantina for the bar tender due to a fight that Fives started. It was something stupid too, and Echo was going around his third time telling the story. How Fives cracked a joke over the situation and a chair was thrown at him and struck Echo instead.

“Fives seems like a good Reg, where is he now?” Wrecker asked. Echos peppy attitude fell. His eyes moving from each member of Clone Force 99s, then to the table. “I’m not entirely sure, Wrecker.” He wasn’t. No one ever told him about Fives, and he never thought to ask before he joined the bad batch. “But, I’m sure Rex is keeping him in line.”

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Ahahahaha so I have been working on this for the past 2-3 weeks? And I am so proud of it. I got the idea talking to @wonderfilled-18 about the bad batch. It was originally just going to be the gang bantering about nothing, and then I was all. “What if Echo is telling a story about he and fives? Back when he was part of the 501st, and then one of the bad batchers ask about him? And tada, angst 😎 if they don’t have Echo at LEAST asking or having a flash back about fives in TBB I am throwing hands.

I had to take a couple breaks because I did cry while drawing the last photo 😭 When I get my Etsy set up I do plan on having prints of panel one and two of this mini comic on there without the dialogue! Likes and re-blogs are greatly appreciated! I have another project in mind, but feel free to suggest ideas!

[leenathegreengirl]

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I love your art so much I dont even have words to describe how much

Thank you so much! 🥺 I also don't have words to describe how happy that makes me, but I do have this drawing as a thank you!

Jesse definitely strikes me as a fingerguns kind of person.