#crosshair? of course

[magicandmundane]

Ngl, I had pretty much EVERYONE BUT Emerie on my “who’s having an identity crisis??” bingo card

[misstoodles-doodles]

Clone Force 99 Hijinks 💥

>Sometimes you need a transport to get to safety. Sometimes you are the transport.

Closeups:

This was fun ❤️ XD

[crashlanding-skywalker]

Crosshair: I hate being touched. The only physical contact I would tolerate is punching someone in the face.

Hunter: Echo is literally hugging you right now.

Crosshair: This is completely different.

[zaana]

Upgrading from the bow

[thememerman]

ladies and germs I present to you: The Bad Batch -

Tech: only vaguely interested in the actual physical reality of the problem and is probably calculating the best way to balance weight distribution

Hunter: is carrying literally the entire problem and trying not to fall over while doing it. he’s FINE and he’s going to make SURE everybody KNOWS that he is HANDLING IT

Echo: is actively trying to physically help with the problem but Hunter didn’t really give him a chance to so he’s kinda here for moral support

Crosshair: says he doesn’t care about the problem says he couldn’t care LESS about the problem and yet. he’s still here. too invested to actually commit to the claims of not caring about the problem

Wrecker: is only here for a good time and is actively CAUSING the problem

[isurrendertoclones]

Now I’m just thinking about Tech (as a coping mechanism, with no real expectation that he’ll ever be able to show it to Crosshair) making like a “highlight reel” of everything that happened while Crosshair was gone because Tech records everything 🥲

[freesia-writes]

Behind the Scenes of a Writer's Mind

I noticed something tonight that I thought might be helpful to share. You [hopefully] often hear fanfic writers urging interaction and support. It may seem selfish or prideful at first glance, but there's a lot more to it. Have a seat. 😉

The best metaphor I've heard is someone who loves cooking for others. Yes, they do it because they like it, but there's a deep gratification in sharing that work and talent with others and getting to hear how much it was loved and enjoyed. Same with writing.

I asked my favorite author @dystopicjumpsuit about her works -- which had the most emotional impact, which was the tastiest smut, which is her best piece, etc -- and was delighted to hear her answers because there were elements that I hadn't known or noticed, and it made me so excited to read them again (and a few for the first time, haha). It gave a new appreciation, a neat back story, and a richer experience to the fics. (READ THE ASK/ANSWER HERE)

She turned the ask back on me, and while I hadn't expected that, I was surprised at the process as I tried to answer. I had taken a good half a year off from writing after finishing the Hunter longfic. I had poured my heart and soul into it, and when it was done posting, it was kinda... empty. Life also was fairly crazy, so this side of me kinda went away for a while. I still wanted to write. I missed being here. But there was just no inspiration or motivation, and you can't force that.

But something neat happened when DJ gave me the chance to consider my own work. I reread some oldies. I smiled at things I'd forgotten about. The questions forced me to look at the good parts, my favorite parts, the best parts that I'm most proud of.

As a writer, it's easy to forget that. You get used to writing, you get used to your style and approach and voice, and sometimes it just gets to a point of "why bother"? ESPECIALLY if there's no feedback from readers. But it was awesome to be reminded of how my writing brings me joy, and that it's a particular area of gifting but also something that's honed and developed and refined over the years.

Considering the beautiful elements of what I've been able to create breathed fresh life into me. It brought confidence where there had been indifference. It reminded me of the fun of writing and the unpredictable nature of how it all goes down. It rekindled some of that joy of bringing delight to others with my time and effort. It rejuvenated the creative part of me that loves the process as well as the product.

So WRITERS -- if you're in a pit, perhaps read some of your own stuff. Enjoy it. Read works by other authors you love and ask them about it -- it'll likely remind you of some experiences of your own. But also, if the motivation isn't there, don't sweat it. Enjoy what you can and, if the fickle mistress of inspiration returns, bang that thang til fics fall out. (I'll see myself out, thank you.)

And READERS -- you enjoy what we create, yeah? Do you know that you'd likely enjoy it wayyy more if you had a lil behind-the-scenes knowledge? It truly enriches the experience all around, AND it's so encouraging to authors to be able to share not only the finished product but some of the joy of the process. So don't be afraid -- drop some asks, leave questions in reblogs, engage!!

If you've read this far (without skipping, you weasels), please consider this a free ticket for a fic request. ;) Drop one in my inbox and we shall see if the gods smile upon my mushy brain and clumsy fingers. But also, thank you for reading, and I hope that both writers and readers are encouraged to enjoy this space more fully!

FREESIA OUT 😘

[stars-n-spice]

"Can You Feel The Love Tonight"

but it's TechPhee and it's Crosshair and Wrecker sneaking around and watching them, being pouty about their brother being "stolen" from them.

[here-comes-the-moose]

Crosshair would definitely use Omega to ask for things, like going to McDonald’s for dinner, getting a treat, or eating ice cream before dinner.

[laughhardrunfastbekindsblog]

Photo Op

Summary: The Bad Batch takes a family photo. (That's it. That's the story.) Rating: G (Word Count: 1056)

Read on Ao3

Notes: This takes place a little after season 3, but pre-epilogue. Tech's alive, of course, and this time he has been back home with his family for a while (I'm going against my own headcanons here and having them reunited earlier than I usually imagine, because fanfiction!). Echo has just come back to visit Pabu for the first time since Tantiss. I'm loosely basing this story off my own experiences with family photos 😂

                Omega burst through the front door of the cabin with a wide grin. “Echo’s here!” she announced excitedly as the ARC trooper followed her into the house.

                Hunter might have retired, but he couldn’t help but fall back into some of his sergeant habits as he stood up from his chair. “Alright, everyone,” he commanded, “into the living room for pictures.”

By the time he finished his announcement, Tech had already started setting up his datapad in the large-view cam configuration; but the others were somewhat slower to respond. Wrecker was pulling the bread out of the oven, Omega was talking non-stop with Echo filling him in on what had happened on Pabu since he’d been away, and Crosshair was nowhere to be seen.

                “Let’s go,” Hunter urged them, prompting Omega to stop chatting and guide Echo into the living room. “We all agreed to this…”

                “We did NOT all agree to this,” Crosshair said, moseying out of his room and across the living room.

                “Hey,” Hunter protested, “this is the first full squad photo…”

                “Family photo,” Tech interjected, glancing at Omega.

                “… Okay, family photo we’ve taken in a while. We’re long overdue.”

                Wrecker, having ensured all the food was ready to go, finally came into the living room and plopped down on the couch. “Can we hurry this up? I’m getting hungry.”

                Omega looked at her brothers with mild curiosity. “I’ve always wondered: why is it the rule that group pictures have to get done before dinner?”

                Tech, finalizing his preparations, was the one who answered. “Crosshair in particular hates taking pictures, so doing this before we eat is the most powerful incentive we have to convince Crosshair to cooperate, especially since it motivates Wrecker, too.”

                Echo, patiently waiting for the equipment to get set up, snorted. “It’s the ONLY incentive we have,” he corrected, before calling out, “Crosshair, get out of the kitchen. You know the rules. Let's get this over with.”

                Crosshair, scowling as Wrecker got up from the couch and dragged him away from the food on the stove, complained, “I might be more cooperative if Hunter didn’t make us sit there while he takes a hundred photos and goes through every single one to make sure they’re perfect.”

                Hunter, heading into the backyard to get Batcher, objected over his shoulder, “I don’t do that!”

                “Yes, you do,” everyone called after him with one accord.

                “It takes forever!” Crosshair continued.

                Tech gave him a flat look. “Yes, well, don’t scowl for the first fifty photos and it might go faster.”

                Crosshair instantly stretched his lips into a toothy smile that more closely approximated a grimace, making Omega giggle. “Perfect, Crosshair,” she joked, “stay just like that.”

                “Don’t stay just like that,” Echo interceded. “Anyone who looks at the photo will have nightmares.”

                “Good,” Crosshair nodded.

                “Aw, come on, Crosshair, don’t make this worse,” Wrecker pleaded. “I’m starving!”

                Crosshair faltered for a moment, but then doubled down.

                “The soup’s going to get cold,” Tech, eyes still glued to the datapad, observed dryly.

                Crosshair immediately fixed his face.

                Everyone except Tech was lined up on the couch and ready to go by the time Hunter came back in with Batcher. Tech directed the two of them into place and took one last look at the positioning and alignment before nodding and taking his own place at the end of the couch.

                “Ready, everyone, smile!”

                Ten minutes later, everyone was holding their breath as Hunter silently studied the most recent batch of photos. The other pictures hadn’t passed muster for various reasons: Omega was blinking, Omega’s eyes were open too wide, Wrecker was looking away, Tech was rolling his eyes while Crosshair’s mouth was open (he was complaining about the repeated flashes blinding him), Batcher was drooling, Hunter couldn’t be seen because Batcher moved her head, Crosshair needed to smile more, Crosshair needed to stop smiling, Echo needed to sit up straighter, Hunter adjusted his position at the wrong moment…

                “This is good,” Wrecker now whispered hopefully. “When he’s quiet this long, it’s a good thing.”

                “Well, Hunter? Are we done?” Omega asked.

                Hunter hummed noncommittally. “Hmmm… Everyone’s good here…”

                “Yessss!!!!”

                “… except, well… Batcher’s eyes are kind of closed…”

                “That does it, we’re done,” Crosshair announced, launching himself over the back of the couch and making his way toward the kitchen.

                “Crosshair!” Hunter protested, but Tech cut him off while Wrecker discreetly slid off the couch to follow his brother, with Omega following suit.

                “It’s okay, Hunter,” Tech said. “I can use one of the other stills of Batcher and slice it into this one.”

                “Have you been able to do that all this time?” Echo asked with no small amount of exasperation, obviously thinking back to his other experiences taking group pictures with Clone Force 99, especially during the Clone Wars.

                Tech shrugged. “I never mentioned it because Hunter has never liked the idea, not even back on Kamino when we were cadets.”

                “Altering photos is cheating,” Hunter said flatly. “Photos are meant to capture the moment.”

                “Problem is, you don’t like any of the moments we capture,” Echo retorted.

                “Precisely,” Tech agreed, ignoring Hunter’s glower. “In this case, Hunter, for the sake of familial harmony and reducing the chances of Crosshair going on a rampage, alterations will have to be acceptable. It’s that, or displaying a photo with Batcher’s eyes closed.”

                “I think we should use the one where Wrecker is laughing at Crosshair complaining, Hunter is shushing both of them, Echo is facepalming, and Tech is the only one still looking at the cam,” Omega interjected brightly, coming over to join the conversation with a full plate of food.

                “The same one where Batcher jumped up on you?” Echo asked.

                “Uh huh.”

                “That one is a very accurate depiction of our usual dynamics,” Tech observed.

                Hunter sighed heavily and shook his head in defeat, before eyeing Omega’s plate. “Did you leave any food for us?”

                “I did, but you’d better hurry because Wrecker might not.”

                “Crosshair! Stop hogging all the soup!” Wrecker’s voice sounded from the kitchen.

                “Or Crosshair,” she added.

                Hunter sighed yet again before joining Tech in heading toward the kitchen. As Echo made to follow, Omega grabbed his hand. “Welcome back, Echo,” she smiled at him. “I’m glad we got more pictures together.”

                Echo couldn’t help but grin. “Me too, kid.”

[phantom-of-the-501st]

Thoughts on TBB 3x13: Into the Breach

SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT

Oh you know how excited I got during this one

Tantiss in the sun??? That's unusual

MOUSE DROID!

The kids are all so sad. This is heartbreaking 😭

This moment seems like a prime time to contact Echo just saying

*gasp* SHIP! PLEASE TELL ME THAT'S WHO I THINK IT IS

AAAAAAAAAHHHHH HE'S BACK!!!

Hunter and Echo's little handshake always makes me soft 🥰

"That hydro snake" glad to have you and your snark back, Echo

THE QUIRKED EYEBROW 😭 I missed him so much 🫶

Hahahahahaha Wrecker and Crosshair's joint "YES"

"Well you've been demoted" Echo is not putting up with Rampart's bs and I love him for that

I really miss Hunter's scarf this season. I wish he kept it 🥲

Also petition for Echo to get a Kama again!

Oooooh she sneaky

Not sure what she's going to do with one small stick but I trust her

THEY STRIPPED THE ARMOUR WTF

I mean it kinda looks like how it used to tbf but I got used to the paint 🥺

Hahahahaha I love that they didn't change the clothing underneath. They stripped the colour off their armour to be stealthy and yet are still walking around with brightly-coloured underclothing

Ugh the fact that Crosshair looks the closest to an Imperial like this makes me upset 😭

"I've missed this" Of course you have you smug bastard

"I don't think so" Echo really does not give a shit about Rampart and I don't blame him

Real subtle Hunter

"Err Captaining" WRECKER I FUCKING LOVE YOU

Thinking back to how Echo used to be the rule follower and would try and stop his batchmates from stepping out of line and now he's pushing around an ex-Vice Admiral while breaking into an imperial base to go and break Omega out of a highly-secure imperial lab. He's grown so much 🥺🫶

Noooooo I don't like that. Echo having to sneak onto a heavily guarded ship by himself stresses me out

"Wonderful. We're all going to die" Look, I may hate this man, but some of his line deliveries crack me up

You'd think the wall tiles in a top secret imperial lab would be more secure than that but okay

I'm not sure how Echo managed that slide roll thing off the top of the container but damn it was smooth af 🤩

HE WENT UP THE FUCKING DROID CHUTE 😭 THIS MAN I SWEAR TO GOD

Like that would be such a Fives plan and Echo has just embraced that chaos

Wrecker casually strolling off the ship with an imperial slung over his shoulder (while wearing his hat) 🤣

THIS EPISODE IS NOT GOOD FOR MY HEART RATE

THAT LANDING WAS TOO CLOSE FOR MY LIKING

New episode and I fucking loved this one! Still feel like we have a lot to wrap up in the last two episodes but there was a good balance of humour, action and tension

ALSO ECHO FINALLY CAME BACK!!! I missed him so much 🥺

[robotsandramblings]

one thing i really love about the TBB happy ending finale is the notion that Omega and Lyana get to grow up together on Pabu and become lifelong best friends (probably something close to sisters).

Omega finally stays in one place and can make friends there, knowing she won't be leaving them anytime soon. she has someone her own age at her side, because sometimes there are things and feelings that you just can't or don't want to discuss with adult family members. she has that permanent best friend she can go to for comfort, advice, venting, and just general support and love. Omega and Lyana get to grow up and grow older and experience life's ups and downs together. Omega deserves that friendship and that bond and i'm so happy for her 🥹

[disastertriowriting]

*when the Squad drops food* Crosshair: Eh, oh well. Omega: FIVE-SECOND RULE! Hunter: ****! Echo: *just gets more food* Tech: *drops to his knees and mourns the food* Wrecker: *licks the food off the ground*

[cuddles-with-dragons]

Echo: Who's in charge here?

Crosshair: Usually whoever yells the loudest.

Echo: ...Wrecker?

Crosshair: Me.

Crosshair: *unholy demon screech*

Random dude halfway across the galaxy: what the FUCK was that

[icwasher]

I've recently decided to take my Star Wars modern AU and give it a plot and as I've been thinking about it I wrote a short scene that takes place somewhat close to the beginning middle-ish. Unfortunately, I do not want to spoil the story so this scene is without context, but I'll post it here anyways for anyone who wants to read it.

There were no lectures in the Fett car that night. Only silence, though it was sometimes interrupted by the crunching of rocks on the asphalt road against the car’s tires. Omega huddled in the back seat, trying to ignore the glare Crosshair was giving her from the rearview mirror. Out of all her brothers, he was the angriest, which was not really very surprising. Crosshair tended to be like that. His anger was like ice—cold, hard, and long-lasting. Omega knew it could be months before he stopped being mad. She could even be done with her sentence—three months of grounding plus an extra month of chores—before Crosshair even began to stop being angry. Sometimes she wished he wasn’t like that. But it was just a testament to his loyalty—loyalty that kept him with Omega and her brothers instead of letting him roam off around the world like Omega knew he wanted to.  She hoped someday he would get to travel. He had told her once, in the strictest confidence, that he wanted to visit every country. So far, he had only been to three. Omega had been curious after he shared that with her, and she had snuck out his passport while he had been sleeping. Two stamps. One to Afghanistan, and the other to Costa Rica. The former had been to visit a recovering Echo. The latter had been for his never-spoken-of time working for the Empire. Omega usually liked Crosshair’s loyalty. But not now. Now it would mean holding onto his anger. There wouldn’t be any late-night movies or conversations between them for a while. Omega curled her legs up to her chest and hugged her knees. It would be fine. She’d get through this.

[basket-of-loquats]

My take on post canon cross design!! Nobody ask me if I’m okay about the finale because I’m Not 👍 this is my coping mechanism