#gregor bad batch

[theartgremlin]

.

.

.

Discord shenaniganery led to some fun speculation about tbb season 3, and I just had to turn @stormyblue90 s goofy dialogue idea into a comic XD

Original post here

Drawing all the expressions was an absolute blast! I’ve been spamming the discord WIP channel with them for weeks

[mrs2224]

Cowboy Gregor! 💛🤠

[starqueensthings]

pt.one

Gregor on Daro pt. two

**ragu below the cut

ragu: @anxiouspineapple99 @sinfulsalutations @starrylothcat @nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius @secondaryrealm @dystopicjumpsuit @freesia-writes @sev-on-kamino @littlemissmanga @523rdrebel @wings-and-beskar @drafthorsemath @jediknightjana @starstofillmydream @mooncommlink @multi-fan-dom-madness @wizardofrozz @trixie2023 @clonethirstingisreal @rabbitstu99 @lune-de-miel-au-paradis @mythical-illustrator @arctrooper69 @jedi-hawkins @calsdroid

@thisismyfunblog

[vivaislenska]

WE KNEW IT. WE CAN REST NOW.

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

[mermaid-of-the-woods]

Clones as Things I've Done At Work

So...I work at an interesting job. Here's things that have happened the past year at my job and which clone it relates to.

Hunter: Said something stupid not realizing it was an insult. 

Crosshair: Glared at Someone for saying something stupid for twenty minutes. 

Wrecker: Spilled Molasses down my shirt pouring it into mason jars to sell 

Tech: Info dumped on a visitor because they asked a question 

Echo: Sat in for twenty minutes on my bosses gossiping without them remembering I’m in the room 

Omega: Hid under a table for a day because it was blocking my desk and we had to wait to put stuff up until the next day 

Fives: Made faces at visitors asking stupid questions when they weren’t looking 

Rex: Complained about the weird questions I’ve got no matter how much I enjoyed them. 

Fox: Drank 4 energy drinks in one weekend because we had two paranormal investigations in a weekend, was working a database of every public media outlet in the state, and writing a paper for grad school during my breaks 

Cody: Locking myself in the back room, refusing to work to take a 7 hour long final exam (boss approval beforehand) 

Wolfe: Spinning in my chair attempting to understand the words on the document I’ve been reading for 3 hours straight, still on the first page. 

Gregor: Yelled at the ghosts that haunt the historic home for bullying new employees. 

[dreamswithghosts]

Gregor in Tipping Point

Warning Spoilers from Bad Batch Season 2 Episode 14 - Tipping Point

[techtalksfics]

Making Out - Gregor (Ficlet - Headcanon x Reader)

Author's note: This is part of a request received. I've really enjoyed trying to write for Regs and there will definitely be more to come!

Private Setting: Rex had come to ask for your help several rotations ago. Clones were being shot, tortured, hunted and they needed a medic. You were one such medic, familiar with clone physiology and an old friend to Rex. So, you couldn’t say no.

Rex opted not to tell you that Gregor was alive, he didn’t want you distracted whilst working. But one fateful day, the Bad Batch brought your secret love home.

“Medic!” Rex voice bellowed through the hall, and you whipped your head around the corner, still wiping the dirt from your hand. You felt your heart race at the prospect of more carnage.

That’s when you saw him, limping beside Echo. Gregor. The galaxy exploded in your heart, stars colliding and exploding out of your chest. You ran towards them, taking over from Echo. Gregor yelped a hello dear your way as you placed your arm carefully around his waist. His arm was loose around your neck as your walked him to the medical wing.

“Blown up, shot,” you sighed, “honestly Gregor, there are easier ways to get my attention that don’t involve bodily harm.” He squeaked out a giggle as his arm clung to you; a gentle squeeze on your shoulder seemed to confirm his joy at your playfulness. You placed him towards the bed and began your work.

As you finished cleaning and dressing his wound, you wiped off your hands and looked at his tired features. He looked thin, stretched and different.

“You’ve changed,” you eventually mumbled as you took a seat next to him on the bed. He’d been mumbling and chuckling to himself most of the time you worked on him. Something was just a little more off than you’d anticipated.

“You haven’t,” he retorted with a chuckle. He gently raised his hand to your cheek, brushing his hand over the subtle blush. “You’re as beautiful as the day I lost you.”

“You mean the day I lost you,” you leaned into his hand, “You’re the one who disappeared. I am right where you left me…I…I missed you.” He leaned in and brushed his lips against yours. Something he’d never done before. The softness of his lips brushed yours. Once. Twice. Three times; before he pulled you in for a deeper kiss. He giggled a little as you probed his mouth with his tongue, and you realised it must have been a side effect from the blast. Your hands made their way to his soft hair, and he simply kept one hand at the base of your neck. It was awkward and perfect and everything you dreamt about at night.

Your confidence took over and you gently pushed him down on the bed and straddled him. His hands went near his head, unsure of where to put them. So, you guided his hands to your thighs and leaned down and kissed him once more. You felt your soft exposed skin was being probed and stroked as your tongues danced around.

When you pulled away, he giggled out a cough and simply said, "now if I hadn't been shot, I wouldn't have come back to you." You sighed and cradled his cheek. "That is not the point, Gregor." You both whipped out a gentle laugh as he continued to stroke your thighs.

------------------------------

Public: Rex had sent you with Gregor to 79’s to do some recognisance. But you mostly thought that you were sent because of Gregor’s slight instability.

You’d parked yourselves at the bar, legs gently facing one another as you sipped on your drinks. Idle chit chat was made as you searched for the target. The atmosphere was electric. Yet between you and Gregor, there was a calm presence around you.

Suddenly, you noticed the attention of the troopers ahead of you, TK troopers. That was definitely not good news. You needed to hide Gregor’s face, in case they happened to pay attention, even for a moment. If they recognised him, it would be game over for both of you.

Your fingers had been dancing across his since you’d sat down. The fluttering of your cold skin against his warm hands had set your body alight. You thought of a slightly unorthodox solution. You grabbed at his hand, forcing his attention back to you, and you leaned towards him. He mimicked the action instinctually. Placing your free hand on his cheek, you brushed your check against his. You felt him fall into your hand, simply enjoying the softness of your fingers on his tired skin.

“Kiss me,” you whispered into his ear, “trust me right now, and kiss me. Right now.” Now, Gregor certainly didn’t need an excuse to kiss you. Not these days. So, he tilted his head and pressed his lips to yours. Before closing your eyes, you watched the TK troopers move towards the door. You were now free to enjoy the kiss the way he was. With the passion he felt. The hand you’d placed on his cheek drifted into his hair as you deepened the kiss. Neither of you really cared for the opinions of the others around you.

“Hey, love,” grumbled a voice from behind you, “you can do better than a defective clone.” Suddenly Gregor’s lips ripped away from yours and the warmth in your chest began to dissipate.

“That’s Captain Defective to you,” he wheezed out, his face still close to yours but his eyes were focused on the trooper behind you, “insolent plebe.” The clones made a grumbling apology from behind and you felt the shadow over you lighten as they moved away.

“Plebe,” you giggled, placing a hand on his cheek, “really, Gregor?” He simply flickered his eyes back to you and let out a barking laugh.

[freesia-writes]

I love your Gregor dates fics and not just because I requested them! So I have another idea since they're starting to get more comfortable with one another. They're on an island right? Maybe there needs to be a followup date where they go to the beach and go swimming/spend time in the water enjoying the weather?

Gregor Date #3!

Summer has arrived on the island with a sudden and oppressive wave of dry heat, and the inhabitants take to the waters to cool off. Gregor invites you to join him after work one day for a sunset swim, and promises to regale you with tales of bravery, all of which he will make up on the spot since he doesn't actually remember any of them. His giggle at the end of the offer seals the deal, and as you drop your work bag in your entryway, you feel a sense of excitement rising. Preparation is fairly quick, although you gripe over your swimsuit selection. They all seemed to look great when you bought them, but now as you try them on in front of the mirror, you find every single nitpicky flaw. Finally settling for a high-waisted two piece with a high neck halter top, you wrap a thin, flowy cover-up over it all and plop a big, floppy hat on your head. 

Gregor is knocking at the door, right on time, and you open it with a huge smile. Each date has left you feeling increasingly comfortable (and increasingly infatuated) with his expressive eyebrows, disarming giggles, and infectious joy for life. He's equipped with a backpack, wearing swim trunks and a tank top, and you're quick to notice his nicely-rounded shoulders and strong arms, remembering how he carried you so effortlessly. 

"Well hellooooo my lady!" he says in greeting, opening his arms for a hug. You've never felt so much of his bare skin, and it radiates heat as you nestle yourself against his chest, catching a delightful whiff of musky soap mixed with a slight bit of sweaty man stank. He releases you, stepping back to look you up and down, and for once you don't feel sheepish or under scrutiny. "You look like a fresh island breeze! Let's go!" he declares, offering you a gentlemanly arm. 

The walk down to the water is a smooth, winding path through the village, and the delicious smells wafting from all the restaurants and food carts makes your mouth water. One street vendor in particular has an eye-catching array of gyros, stuffed with thinly-shaved meat slices, tomatoes, cucumbers, and sauce, and both you and Gregor pull over to check them out. 

Five minutes later, you're on your way, hands full of a warm pita wrapped in blue and white checkered paper, continuing your conversation between bites. The beach stretches out before you; it's one of the more remote ones on the island but the heat has driven almost everyone to the ocean, so there are a handful of people scattered around it. The water is impossibly bright, a glowing blue-green, and you can see the bottom all the way out to sea. 

The sand is impossibly soft, and its pastel peach color makes it look even more inviting. Finding a snug little spot against a large piece of driftwood, Gregor drops the backpack, tucking his food wrapper in a side pocket, and brings out a large beach blanket, throwing it across the sand and tucking it underneath the wood. 

"Might want to cool off first, eh?" he asks, whipping off his tank top without waiting for an answer, and you're distracted by a sudden urge to touch his broad chest and nestle your fingers in the little tuft of hair in the middle. You shake your head to try to brush the thought aside, which he takes as a response to his question. "Oh, no? No worries!" he continues brightly.

"Oh, sorry!" you correct, "No! I was... thinking about something else. No, that sounds great! Just... gotta put some sunscreen on first," you assure him, slowly unwrapping your cover-up and trying not to look at your body with judgment. You've been working on loving yourself just as you are, focusing on all that your body does your you, viewing it through an appreciative eye that's unburdened by unrealistic societal expectations. But it's still a lifelong struggle. Gregor, however, is a delightful assistance in that realm. 

"Look at you!" he exclaims, unabashedly enraptured at the sight of you. His gaze doesn't feel unwelcome, though he doesn't let it linger too long. "Need some help with that?" he asks, without a trace of ulterior motives, as you fix your hair on top of your head, shake the sunscreen bottle, and pour some into your hands. 

"Oh, um... Thanks," you admit, handing him the bottle and turning your back to him. He gently spreads it across your shoulders and up the back of your neck, hands firm and yet incredibly gentle. You try not to shiver visibly at his touch, relishing the sensations. He continues down the outsides of your arms and puts an extra little blob across the middle of your back that pokes out from the high-waisted bottoms. You could swear you hear a self-conscious little giggle as he smooths it back and forth. 

"Your turn," you say, finishing rubbing it into your face, and one of his sharp eyebrows arches in playful delight. He stands before you, lifting his arms out to the sides, and closes his eyes, upturning his face toward the sun as though he is totally at your mercy. This is going quite well. You pour a decent amount onto your hands, rubbing them together before spreading it across his back. You're trying not to enjoy yourself too much as your hands slide down his ribs and across his muscular little waist, and when you rub the sunscreen up the outsides of his arms, his eyes meet yours in a way that makes your heart skip a beat, and you'd very much like to kiss him in that moment. 

"Well that was an unexpected perk! We might need to venture out into the sun more often," he chuckles, waggling his eyebrows suggestively and earning a blushing little chortle from you. "So shall we?" he asks, gently taking your hand in his, giving you a lovely little case of the tingles, and walks toward the water. The two of you wade in, savoring the warm yet refreshing water as it rises to your waists. There's a gentle sea breeze, just enough to brush your hair back from your face, and Gregor gives you another affectionate look. 

"So, you want to hear the tale of the commando droid ambush?" he says conspiratorially, arching an eyebrow with mock intensity. You laugh, wading in a little deeper, and nod. "Excellent!" he continues, "So there we were... on a mission on some planet... and we were charging into a cave... to find... something... or fight someone..." He giggles, swirling the water around him with his arms as a wave gently splashes against his chest. "It was dark, and it had become totally silent... except for the sound of our feet... when all of a sudden... ATTACK!"

The last word is yelled, for dramatic effect, and he leaps suddenly into the water behind you, casting a flurry of water droplets up your back and hair that startles you. His arms find you from behind and wrap you snugly as he rises to his feet, shooting back up out of the water with you in his grasp, holding you slightly up out of the water and turning in a little circle. You laugh at the absolute surprise and ridiculousness of it all, heart thrilling at his closeness and strength. 

"They were all around us! Every direction! We were outnumbered! But never you worry -- I was quick on my feet! Lightning fast, I whipped out not one, but five electromagnetic pulse grenades! I scattered them in every direction, and we dove for cover," his voice increases in volume, getting slightly more squeaky, and you're giggling uncontrollably now. "Then BOOM!"

With perhaps too much enthusiasm, he throws you in the air, and you land in the water with the most ungraceful kerplunk you could have imagined. Momentarily underwater, you burst to the surface, hat floating away, chunks of loose hair escaping your bun and framing your face in a straggled mess. The shock on your face gives him a clue that he may have gone too far, and his excitement is immediately mixed with contrition.

"Ohhhh I'm sorry!" he says with a nervous chuckle, "I got carried away!"

"It's okay," you laugh, pushing your hair out of your eyes and attempting to salvage any sort of put-together look. 

"Well, I guess I should be fair," Gregor squeaks, taking a deep breath and plunging himself under the next wave. He comes back up, slicked-back hair now flat and wet on his forehead, and you never realized you were such an overly-romantic sucker for glistening droplets of water on a strong, manly chest. He catches your gaze, running both hands over his head to push his hair back, and grows slightly serious. 

"Thank you for coming with me," he says, sincerity across his face. 

"Of course! I love our time together!" 

He giggles, a bit sheepishly, and draws closer, eyes darting to the side, and you feel his hand reach your waist, sending an electric shock through your body at the touch of his skin on yours under the water. His eyes come back to yours, a meek inquisitiveness about them, and you smile, taking a step toward him as the small waves rock the two of you back and forth. You put a hand on his forearm, and, feeling emboldened by the bliss on his face, reach the other one up to his chest, giving it a light caress before flattening your palm against it. His other arm wraps around your back, pulling you up against him, and the warmth and touch is intoxicating. 

He holds you close for a moment, gazing into your eyes with a joyful calm, and slowly leans in, causing your heart to pound in your chest. He touches his forehead to yours, tracing his nose gently across yours a time or two, then lifts his head and places an unfathomably tender kiss on your forehead. The gentle lulling motion of the waves, combined with his firm yet soft embrace, blend in with the lingering spark of his lips on your skin, and you suddenly realize why the women on the holo films do that swooning thing. 

He pulls away, slowly, eyes closed as if continuing to savor it, mouth curving into a huge smile. You let out a content sigh, and he opens those honey brown eyes, giving you one last squeeze before releasing you into the ocean. 

"Race you to the shore?" he invites, suddenly grinning with an ambitious spark in his eye, and you laugh, wading as quickly as you can, trundling through the water with arms waving back and forth for momentum and balance. He dives ahead like a dolphin, arms pointed in front of him, and pops up a few feet ahead. The two of you feel like kids again, cackling and pushing toward the sand with absolutely no attempt at graceful movement. He's got you by a few feet, and in a last-ditch effort, you grab an ankle that he foolishly let come too close. You didn't mean to, but your grasp throws him off balance, and he flops onto the sand on his side, letting out a little squawk of surprise.

"Ohhh my bad!" you exclaim worriedly, rushing to bend over him to see if he's alright. On closer inspection, however, he is laughing, and pulls you to the ground next to him. The sand is soft, but immediately sticks to every inch of your wet body, and you let fly a little curse word before you can hold it back. 

"What a mess!" Gregor giggles, rolling closer to brush your hair from your face. You're both lying on your sides, facing each other, with the waves barely tickling your toes. The setting sun beams the last of its warm golden rays, and you find yourself lost in his eyes again, eyes that can somehow be intense yet giddy, soulfully old yet childishly innocent. You sigh at his gentle caress, as the backs of his fingers linger on your cheek before resting on your arm. "I don't think I'm doing all of this right," he admits sheepishly. 

"I wouldn't have it any other way," you say quietly, and his blissful smile grows. 

[zima74824]

Gregor romance headcanon: I feel like when he first meets someone he likes he tends to get nervous and gets awkward at first but once he’s known you long enough and you’re dating him he’s a flirty cheesy goofy guy he will not hesitate to sweep you off your feet

[meandtheyeehaws]

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

[astral-veil]

Not all clones are technically the same . Some workout more than others. part 2

[starqueensthings]

pt.two

Gregor on Daro pt. one

*ragu below the cut

ragu: @anxiouspineapple99 @sinfulsalutations @starrylothcat @nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius @secondaryrealm @dystopicjumpsuit @freesia-writes @sev-on-kamino @littlemissmanga @523rdrebel @wings-and-beskar @drafthorsemath @jediknightjana @starstofillmydream @mooncommlink @multi-fan-dom-madness @wizardofrozz @trixie2023 @clonethirstingisreal @rabbitstu99 @lune-de-miel-au-paradis @mythical-illustrator @arctrooper69 @jedi-hawkins @calsdroid

@thisismyfunblog

[blitzink]

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

Star Wars The Clone Wars Poster Collection<3

[cloud-bees]

My episode pitches for Tales of the Clones:

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

- how Cody got his scar

- Wolffe losing his eye

- What happened to Cody after he went AWOL

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

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

- Jango meeting some of the first clones

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

- what Cody has been doing since he left the Empire

- how Cody and Rex met

- more of the 104th and Plo Koon

- how tf Gregor survived that explosion

- The Bad Batch as cadets

- Cody’s whereabouts after he defected

- Cut meeting Suu

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

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

- Echo finding out about Fives

- where is Cody

- Captain Howzer during the Clone Wars

- C O D Y.

[dreamswithghosts]

Echo in Tipping Point

Warning Spoilers from Bad Batch Season 2 Episode 14 - Tipping Point

[morethansky]

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