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gil-estel · 7 months ago
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the bad batch/rebels crossovers continue
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melymigo · 5 months ago
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💖💖💖💖💖
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swartists4palestine · 8 months ago
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Thank you @voxicle for your donation 🇵🇸
Art by the wonderful @ofteasandherbs
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orionfrommars · 9 months ago
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I was a little lazy and didn’t really finish it, so the lighting is 100% correct… but I made an angry Batcher !! >:D
[Please do not steal, trace, repost, or do anything with my work.]
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99aceace · 6 months ago
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Batcher insists she's not the one who destroyed lula but she's not a great liar.
Summer of bad batch. Week 5: "You're a bad liar"
@summer-of-bad-batch
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fanfoolishness · 8 months ago
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Patching Up
After the events of The Return, Crosshair realizes Batcher's in need of patching up. It turns out she's not the only one.
Spoilers for 3x05 The Return and 2x12 The Outpost, Crosshair, Batcher, and Hunter, angst and family feels. <3 2770 words. Illustrated!
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It was well before sunrise when the Remora arrived back to Pabu.  Crosshair shook off the nap he’d settled into and got to his feet for landing, tucking his helmet beneath his arm.  On the bunk across the way, Omega and Batcher lay snoring, curled up together.  He smiled faintly at the sight.  
“Come on, kid,��� Wrecker said softly, scooping Omega into his arms.  She yawned, wrapping her arms around his neck, but still kept her eyes firmly squeezed shut.  “Let’s get you to bed.”  
Crosshair watched them go.  He had the sense that this was something that had happened many times before; Omega small and sleepy, Wrecker there to carry her to bed.  It had looked like such a familiar action for them both.  Something in him panged at the thought.
There was a small boof noise beside him.  He glanced down in time to see Batcher nudge his hand with her muzzle, wagging her tiny tail as she eased into a vast stretch.  He patted her nose obligingly.  It was the least he could do.
He passed Hunter and Echo, deep in conversation still in the cockpit, and made his way back out into the predawn air beneath the glinting stars and swinging moon.  He took a deep breath of the fresh ocean breeze.  He was still getting used to it, the taste and smell of the clean sea air so different from Tantiss’ stale recycled scent.  His hand flinched, and he jammed his hand against his leg, willing it to still.
He clicked under his tongue for Batcher, but she didn’t attend.  He turned around.  She was sitting on the ground several feet away in an awkward pose, chewing aggressively at one of her front paws.  He clicked his tongue again, and she came this time, clearly limping.  
“What have you gotten into?” Crosshair asked, concerned.  She sat down beside him, then immediately turned to lick at her other front paw.  “Uh-uh,” he said firmly, and she stopped to give him a guilty look.
He sighed under his breath, then made up his mind.  “Stay here.”  He headed back into the ship, interrupting Echo and Hunter and their poring over the data retrieved from the datapad.  “I need a medpac.  I think the hound is wounded.  Nothing serious, but I can check her over.”
Echo nodded.  “Of course.  Back near the bunks, third crate.”
“AZI might be able to take a look at her, too,” said Hunter.  “You could ask him --”
“The medpac will do,” said Crosshair shortly.  I’m sure AZI could look at your hand for you…  No.  He didn’t need the droid for this.  
Crosshair followed Echo’s instructions, collecting a kit with basic supplies.  He left out the diagnostic scanner -- he doubted it had been calibrated to lurca hounds -- but took the bandage materials, hyposprays and splints, wondering if he would need to make a human wrist splint work for the hound’s blocky leg.  
He headed back outside… and the damn hound was gone.
Of course.  Try to help the creature, and it had taken off.  He scanned the mesa for movement beneath the stars and the solar lamps, eyes flicking across the landscape, but came up short; only a few moon-yos scampered across the ground, their dark shadows clear in the dim light.  He put his helmet on, toggling on thermal vision.  Ah.  A chunky heat signature was nudging open the gate at the little house they’d been taking meals at.  She was nothing if not predictable.  
He caught up with her in a few minutes, closing the gate quietly behind him.  Batcher was laying down, curled up defensively, chewing at her feet again with an appalling licking sound.  He set down his helmet on the table and slowly approached.
“Stop that,” said Crosshair evenly.  “You’ll only make it worse.”  He knelt beside her with the medical supplies and she hunkered into herself, giving him a wary expression.  He gave her a skeptical look, then averted his gaze until she relaxed again.  “Don’t bite me.”
She licked his face instead, and he scrubbed off the saliva vigorously with his gloved hand.  “No.”  She sat there panting, looking perfectly pleased with herself.  He reached for the closest paw, tugging it out from beneath her.  She tensed, but let him turn her paw over.  
Even in the starlight and lamplight, it was easy to see the issue; while her paws didn’t seem to be swollen and nothing felt broken, her pads were scraped raw, swollen and dotted with specks of beading blood.  Carefully he checked them all.  The front left was the worst, with a thick slice of skin hanging torn from the edge of the pad, but all were affected in some way.  The sight pained him.
“The ice,” he murmured.  “You weren’t made for it.”  She whined, laying down and pulling her paw away from him.  Of course a beast meant to survive the jungles around Tantiss wouldn’t have the protection against the cold needed for Barton IV.
He and Mayday hadn’t, either.
The bitter wind shearing his exposed face, fingers locked and frozen around the Firepuncher, desperately dragging Mayday closer to keep him warm --
Crosshair shook the memory off and took a packet of numbing gel out of the medpac, rubbing it cautiously on the paw with the lacerated pad.  She tolerated it surprisingly well.  He wasn’t sure how she’d take the next step, though.
He pulled out the sterilization spray canister and affixed it to the hypospray, but hesitated before using it.  He knew from experience in the field that it stung like a wyyyschokk’s bite, even if it was effective.  He had reluctantly accepted that Batcher liked him -- he couldn’t fathom why -- but he was skeptical of her ability to not bite him while using it.
He sighed.  Omega talked to the hound constantly, and she did seem to understand much of what Omega said to her.  Perhaps it was worth a try.  Might distract the beast, anyway.
“Hold still.  This’ll sting, but it helps.”  Batcher let him take her paw in his hands, but jerked it away as the mist settled onto the torn surface of the pad.  Crosshair rolled his eyes.  “What did I just say?  The wounds need cleaning.  I know it stings, but it’s temporary.”  He tried to take her paw again, and she let him do it, though her beady eyes stared warily at him.  
“There,” he said, spraying the paw.  This time she let him hold it under the full duration of the spray, though she anxiously licked his face several times.  He blinked, but kept going until he had treated all four paws, the saliva drying sticky on his face.  “Good.”  She wagged her tail.
He reached for the bandages, but frowned.  They were all pre-cut, in shapes that wouldn’t fit the irregularities of Batcher’s huge paws.  He rummaged around in the medpac, coming out with a sealant spray instead.
“We should have checked your feet after the mission,” Crosshair muttered to the hound, taking up one of her back paws and applying a thin layer of sealant.  She trembled but let him do it.  
He thought of the time Hunter had hidden a poisonous bite on some backwater world in the midst of one of their first field missions, and had nearly passed out in a field of battle droids before Tech had been able to render emergency first aid.  They’d yelled at him for ten minutes solid after the battle, furious and scared both.  His mouth quirked to one side at the memory, the squabbling, the relief.  
“Feeling better?”
She looked up at him, whimpering.  
“Not yet?  Hm.”  He reached for her next paw, shaking his head.  “That ice…  It’s brutal.”
She woofed softly, almost in agreement, as he worked on her foot.  “At least it wasn’t a blizzard,” he said.  He went very still except for his hand, which trembled against her paw.  “Mayday never had a chance.”
Batcher rumbled, rolling away from him onto her back, scratching herself on the patio floor.  She rolled back up to her side and sniffed the air, looking alert and attentive, before nudging his arm with the great crest on her head.  
“He saved my life, you know.”  He finished with the second back paw, moving to the less severely affected front paw.  The words dripped out of him, slow and difficult to speak but just as difficult to stop, now that he’d started.  “I stepped on a pressure mine.  I’d have been killed.  He could have gone on without me.”  He paused.  It was suddenly hard to breathe, despite the clean ocean air surrounding them.  He scanned the sky above him, making out the lightening of the coming dawn. 
What unit were you with?  A simple question.  One he’d heard regs ask each other a thousand times.  It was the first time one had ever asked him.
It doesn’t matter.  (Except it did.  It always had.)
Humor me.  I could use the distraction.  
Clone Force 99.  He’d been frozen, not with the cold, not even with the threat of certain death.  Answering the question had been somehow more difficult than standing perfectly still.
What happened to them?  
They’re… gone.  It had felt like a lie even as he said it.  Were they gone?
Was he?
Crosshair shivered, coming back to himself.  “It never occurred to him to leave a man behind.  Even though I told him I’d leave him in a heartbeat.”  He reached out, scratching Batcher on the spot on her neck she liked.  She leaned into it, tail wagging furiously.  Short spiky blue-gray hair clung to his glove, poking uncomfortably in spots through the fabric, but he only scratched harder.  
He finished the third paw.  “Almost done.  Worst for last.”  She wiggled away, panting, but he fixed her with a sharp look.  “Give it.”  He took the last paw, the one with the deep tear, and hoped the numbing gel had done its work.  He pulled out a vial of tissue glue.  Batcher sniffed it and growled.  “It’s this or a bandage.  Trust me, you’ll prefer this.”  
He carefully daubed the glue at the edges of the torn pad, hoping it would take.  She’d be less irritated if the torn pad could cover the wound, and there was a chance it could reattach and heal more quickly that way.  He wished they’d found it earlier; the edges of the pad were extra dry, and he wasn’t sure if they were still vital or not.  
Well, he’d have to keep checking it.  This would do for now.
Batcher sat quietly, only fidgeting a little.  Around them, the sky continued lightening, hints of color -- gold and orange -- starting up on the horizon.  Birds began to stir.  Focused on the wound, Crosshair found himself talking again.
“We were trapped in an avalanche,” he murmured.  “Mayday shoved me out of the way… saved me again.  I tried to save him.”  
He’d tried.  Oh, how he’d tried.  For a moment the gentle cool air of Pabu was a raging blizzard, the gold-edged sky a flare of blue-white mist.  The chill sank into his bones, and he shivered again, trying to hold her paw steady.  Even now he could only half-remember the terrible journey back to the outpost, the day and night of vicious, unending cold, Mayday heavy and wounded against him.  His breath came too fast, his chest searing.
“I couldn’t,” he whispered.  “I didn’t.”  He hung his head, dropping the hound’s patched-up paw, and rested his hand on her shoulder.
His neck prickled.  It’s about knowing when you’ve got eyes on you.  His shoulders slumped, and without turning around, he raised his voice.  “How long have you been there?”
Hunter’s voice, expected, familiar.  Of course.  “... a few minutes.”
“Still spying on me?” Crosshair asked, but without any real venom.  He didn’t have it in him, not after the fight with the ice wyrm, not after their talk earlier.  He heard the gate open behind him, and Hunter’s quiet footsteps approached closer until his brother sat down beside him.
“Not intentionally,” said Hunter, shrugging.  “Echo will be heading out soon.  Figured I’d come back here to get some sleep.”  He nodded to the hound, stretching out his hand.  “Everything all right?”  Batcher sniffed his hand, then licked it enthusiastically.  Hunter scratched her chin.
“The hound should be fine,” Crosshair said.  “Hurt her paws on the ice.”
“Omega will be glad you fixed her up,” Hunter said.  “You and Tech were always handiest with the medpacs.”
Crosshair sniffed.  “Except Tech actually knew what he was doing.”  They both fell quiet.  Tech always knew what he was doing.  Until --
He only knew the barest details of what happened.  He still wasn’t sure he would ever be able to ask for more, not when every mention of his brother still made his gut clench.  The birdsong swelled around them as the sky blushed gold, and he and Hunter sat with the silence, with the missing space.  
The quiet stretched, weighing on both of them.  Crosshair knew he could say nothing.  Could pretend Hunter hadn’t snuck up on him, could assume he hadn’t heard a thing about what he’d muttered to the hound, could get up and go inside and grab some sleep.  But he had to know.  
“What did you hear?” Crosshair asked quietly, looking down at his hands, at the tremor starting.  He slid his right hand behind him, where Hunter couldn’t see.
Hunter looked away.  He hadn’t seen.  Had he?  “Back at the outpost, I saw you with those helmets.  I wondered.  This Mayday… was he one of them?”
“Commander Mayday,” Crosshair said automatically.  It was important to say it.
“You lost him.”  It wasn’t a question.  Crosshair braced for it, the look of judgment, the disapproval.  But Hunter turned his gaze back to him, his dark eyes merely thoughtful. 
“It didn’t have to be that way.”  It was too painful to explain the cruelty of it all to Hunter, the guarded crates, the men’s patched armor, their loyalty discarded like another broken piece of equipment, the hiss of “clone.”  He didn’t try.  He just reached out and petted Batcher again, his hand shaking against her fur.  He hoped Hunter wouldn’t notice.  “He was a good soldier.  I tried to --”  He let out a long breath, ducking his head.  “I did everything I could.  The lieutenant could have helped him.  But he wasn’t worth the resources.”  Hatred burned the back of his throat with the word.
Hunter nodded, reaching up to clasp his shoulder.  Crosshair closed his eyes, the weight of his brother’s hand on his shoulder both utterly alien, and yet as natural as breathing.  He leaned into it, and Hunter’s hand was steady, solid, trusting.
For a moment, it felt like the old days.
He looked back at Hunter, and his brother’s face softened, a flicker of sadness shifting through his eyes like a passing shadow.  “I know this isn’t easy.  Talking’s not --”
“My strong suit?” Crosshair cracked, managing a short huff of a laugh.  “Mhm.”  It had come easier than he’d thought it would, though.  Something in his chest seemed to have loosened, like he could breathe more freely.
Hunter chuckled.  “Right.  Not always mine, either.  But hey.  We managed not to kill each other out there.”  
“True.”
He dropped his hand from Crosshair’s shoulder, reaching out and petting Batcher, who had curled up and falling asleep.  She kicked her foot contentedly as he scratched.  His voice was rough.  “I wish things had been different.  For Commander Mayday.  For all of us.”
Crosshair nodded slowly.  There were too many things to count -- Tantiss, Tech, Barton IV.  Further back, Desix, Kamino, Bracca, Kaller.  He could take none of it back.  
The only path remaining was forward.  
Crosshair clambered to his feet, reaching down and giving Hunter a hand.  Hunter took it without a beat, letting himself be helped up.  
“Come on,” Crosshair said, squinting into the dawn.  “It’s late.”
“Early.”
“Whatever.”
Hunter laughed.  “All right then.  Coming?” he asked the hound.  Batcher rolled up to her feet, frisking around them, no sign now of a limp.  “Looks like you did good work.”
Crosshair watched her prance, painless and happy.  “Just doing my part,” he said.  She nuzzled his hand, then bounded toward the building, sitting patiently by the door.  He crossed the yard to join her, passing Hunter.
“Crosshair?”
“Yes?”  
“It’s good to have you back.”
“Uh-huh,” he said, but more warmly than usual.  The door opened for him, and Crosshair stepped inside, a half-smile tugging at his face.  
It was good to be back.
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stars-n-spice · 2 months ago
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Calling all the Monsters
Happy Halloween from the Silly Spooky Squad!
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Wanted to do a little something with them and make some matching icons because it would be cute! Thought about making them random classic Halloween monsters and then figured it'd be more fun to relate their monsters to each other one way or another :D
So who's what under the cut!
Hunter as a classic Werewolf & Jung as a Korean Gumiho (nine-tailed fox)!
I see people normally draw Hunter as a werewolf and I think it's pretty fitting since he's so scrungy and he tracks stuff like a dog.
So for Jung I thought to do another canine monster and went with a Gumiho, or the Korean version of the nine-tailed fox so they could be canine buddies!
Echo as Frankenstein's Creature and Viram as a Mad Scientist!
A cyborg would be fitting for Echo, but I wanted some classic Halloween creatures, so Frankenstein was a fitting match; besides, I've seen art of him as Frankenstein's creature usually, so I went with it.
So of course Viram had to be Victor/a mad scientist to accompany him and it's somewhat fitting since Viram is a doctor (though she's never actually do any malpractice)
Wrecker as a Scarecrow and Khea as a Harpy!
Because Khea's clan symbol is a bird, I decided that I should make her a harpy since birds play a big role as a sort of symbol/motif for her.
In turn I made Wrecker a scarecrow since ravens and scarecrows go hand in hand and I based his scarecrow look off his outfit from being on Cut's farm because I thought it was fitting and it's such a cute outfit!
Tech as a Ghost Explorer and Phee as a Siren!
Ok, got a little creative with this one because I didn't want to make Phee a straight-up pirate since she already is one, so instead I decided to make her a siren.
Then I wasn't sure what to make Tech because he'd be a fitting mad scientist but I already had one and that didn't relate to Phee's siren so instead I settled on a ghost, but specifically an old explorer ghost who lost his life at sea and now spends his days around Phee!
Crosshair as a Vampire Priest and Tay as a Demon!
Crosshair is just a straight-up classic vampire, and that's a classic Halloween monster, so of course I was going to make him a vampire–but specifically a priest vampire so it lined up with Tay's monster.
Decided to make Tay a demon because he's a cheeky little shit and because demons/devils have horns like Chagrians.
Omega as a Witch and Batcher as a Zombie Dog!
Last but not least, I had to make at least someone a witch so I settled with Omega because I thought it would be fitting.
Then I didn't have any zombies or mummies so I thought to make Batcher an undead-dog revived by Omega via some dark magic or other so that the two could relate to each other!
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indistinctchatt3r · 10 months ago
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Omega making the most out of her imprisonment (feeding chicken nuggets to the hounds) is something that can be so special to a person (me)
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vivaislenska · 8 months ago
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Nothing just stamp collectin’
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dangraccoon · 2 months ago
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I Feel Cold
Week 1 ~ "I feel cold" ~
Word Count: 615 Content: sibling bickering, pre-epilogue, adult (early 20s) Omega, older (40s) CF99, Tech survives, but is partially paralyzed, Omega is a good sister, Crosshair is a brat, panic attack, nightmares
@clone-wars-winter-challenge
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Omega could hear her brothers bickering as she entered the house. She slipped her muddy boots off at the door and hung her soaked yellow jacket up as Batcher excitedly greeted her.
“I didn’t say I don’t think it could work,” Hunter grumbled, feet propped up on the living room table as he reclined in his chair. “I’m saying that it would be tricky.”
“Obviously, it was your tone that implied doubt of Tech’s brilliant plans,” Omega smirked, slightly mimicking Tech’s voice–much to his chagrin–as she leaned over the back of Hunter’s chair to peck a light kiss to his cheek.
Tech scowled, pulling his datapad from the side pocket of his repulsorlift chair. “The plan would be somewhat easy to execute; if Echo–”
Hunter sat up suddenly. All three of them suddenly focused on the stairs.
“It’s Crosshair,” he said. He grunted softly as he started to lift out of his seat.
“I’ll go,” Omega offered, waving him off. Hunter nodded with a grateful smile.
She squeezed Tech’s shoulder as she passed, his shaking hand tapping her’s lightly.
Omega took the stairs two at a time–a habit she’d picked up from Lyana–and dropped her bag at the door to her room. She poked her head into the door across from her’s, affectionately rolling her eyes as she was met with Wrecker’s snoring.
She tiptoed down the hall, skillfully evading each spot she knew would creak and groan. She came to Crosshair’s door, and pushed it open, cringing slightly as it whined on its hinges.
It didn’t wake her youngest brother, however, as he continued tossing fitfully in his bed.
She sat on the side of his bed, gently pressing her palm to his shoulder.
“Cross?” she whispered. No change. “Crosshair, you’re having a nightmare.”
She gently shook his shoulder and he gasped as he woke, sitting bolt upright, his breathing rapid and shallow.
“It’s alright,” she soothed, hands providing steady pressure on either shoulder. “It’s just me.”
“M-Mega?” he finally whispered, eyes finding her in the dark.
“I’m right here,” she answered, pushing warmth and comfort into the soft words as much as she could. “It was just a nightmare.”
Crosshair’s breathing didn’t slow. “I-I can’t–” he coughed harshly, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.
“Easy, easy,” she said, holding his flesh hand in hers and rubbing small circles between his shoulder blades with the other. “Can you tell me three things you can see?”
Crosshair blinked in the darkness, nodding towards each item. “Cu-curtain. Lamp-p. pr-prost–hand.”
“Good,” she smiled. “Three you can hear?” 
His breathing finally began to slow as he strained to listen. “Wrecker,” he scoffed, making her chuckle. “Rain ou-outside. Can hear Hun’er an-and Tech.”
She nodded, finally feeling the tension starting to slip from him. “Feel?”
“I-I feel your h-hand. Feel the rug, under my feet. I feel…cold.”
She smiled. “Well, that’s what happens when you leave your windows open during the rainy season,” she playfully nudged his shoulder as she got up to close them. 
“Didn’t used to be a problem,” he griped, wrapping his comforter around his shoulders. “Getting too old.”
“Oh, hush,” Omega laughed, placing her hands on her hips. “You’re still my little brother.”
Crosshair scoffed. “You’re still just a kid.”
“Woah!” she protested as she plopped back down onto his bed. “I graduated to ‘teenie’ five years ago!”
Crosshair shook his head. “That was a mistake; it’s gotten to your head.”
“Alright,” she grumbled, but her lips were still pulled in a wide smile. “Time for bed, grandpa.”
Crosshair dramatically clutched his chest as he let her push him onto his back. “You wound me, darling sister.”
“I would never, dearest brother.”
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eclec-tech · 10 months ago
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My own leaky canine just reminded me in his own way that there is now a dog traveling with Clone Force 99—a big one that I'm conservatively putting at about 200 kilos—who could at any point during a hyperspace journey perform her own stealth maneuver and make everyone on board want to jump into the nearest escape pod.
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aphmcu-mha · 8 months ago
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You know the Dad: I don’t want a cat family: *gets a cat* Dad and the cat: *a picture of a dad and a cat vibing together* meme? That’s Crosshair and Batcher. He’s totally a dog person
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melymigo · 8 months ago
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I'm going to miss him so much 😭💔
Dee is always the light and hope among those cryptic tweets. I love him.
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rainydaysandcloudyskies · 8 months ago
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THEMMMMMM
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And that's a wrap! What a great finale! BAD BATCH FOREVER!!!
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storminormins · 8 months ago
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Happy final Bad Batch Eve, it's been an honor boyos
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shakall · 10 months ago
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brothers (and Batcher)
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