#i love wrecker

[assassinhomecreedstuck]

I LOVE THE CLONES

[mandos-mind-trick]

Fuck marry kill

Rex

Hunter

Wrecker

Nooooo okay

Fuck: Hunter. He'd be so sweet but he obviously is gonna want kids and that's a big no for me so it would only work as something casual.

Marry: Rex. He's so dedicated and caring and we're both a little traumatized and he's used to taking control and deep down I really want someone who will take care of me sometimes so I feel like we'd get along well enough.

Kill: Wrecker. Please don't be mad at me I love this sweet bean but he's so big and loud and I am the jumpiest person I know he would constantly be scaring me unintentionally and that just doesn't sound like a good time.

[mroddmod]

one of the very few to show the batch kindness back on kamino

[eso-terrors]

my official apology for that sad hunter art, his siblings love him ok

[shyranno]

And that's a wrap! What a great finale! BAD BATCH FOREVER!!!

[toastyrobos]

Tech never died. What are you talking about? He’s living on Pabu with his brothers, helping to raise Omega as it should be

[zaana]

i'll miss the old armor but i had to draw the new look

[foxwithadarkside]

@techwrecker I don't know what exactly you wanted, but I did this. When you said about Milo and Tech, that's just the first image that popped into my mind. Atlantis x tbb: 1 2 3 4

[spectra-bear]

expression practice with an ooc scene

[the-good-shittt]

This is so cute and fluffy and cute and sweet and cute and heartfelt and cute!!!!!!!!

Did I mention this was cute!!!!

I found this so adorable and Wreckers so soft and sweet as he always is!!! Omg I’m having so many feelings right now!!!!!!! 🥰🥰🥰

This was soo good!!!!! 🧡

Hello! I loved your Card Bane soulmate story and was wondering if you could do a soulmate one with Wrecker. I have a feeling he would be so cute with a soulmate!

The Light in the Night (Soulmate AU)

Wrecker x GN!Reader

word count: 2.3k

AU in which you meet your soulmate in your dreams when the closer they are, the clearer you see.

warnings: slightly insecure reader who has a lot of self doubt, brief crying reader but mainly fluff, gender neutral reader, no use of y/n, somewhat mutual pining, soulmate au.

Thanks for the request , enjoy 😊

Masterlist

You were exhausted, having just come back from another grueling day at work on the planet of Ord Mantell. Despite the long hours and low pay, the only thing you looked forward to was sleep, even though you never dreamed.

That is, until tonight.

As you drifted off, a faint glimmer of light appeared in your mind, breaking the darkness that usually filled your dreams.

"Hello?" you called out, half-convinced that you were imagining things. But the light didn't fade, an array of mist surrounded you and as your eyes adjusted to the new source of illumination, you realise that there was a figure standing in front of you. Although, not exact. They were blurry, practically a silhouette.

Your heart begins to race, even in your deep slumber. You recall many stories about people seeing things in their sleep, usually people, and it all linked to… no… surely you do not have a soulmate?

You called out again, louder but to no avail. You even find yourself reaching out through the mist but the blaring sound of your alarm roused you from your confusing dream.

You jolted upright in bed, gasping for air as beads of sweat formed on your forehead. Letting out a groan, you slammed your hand over the blaring alarm, finally silencing its incessant noise that roused you from that peculiar dream..

“What was that?” you murmured to yourself, peering through the darkness of your lonely flat and rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

For what felt like hours, you sat upright, replaying the minimal dream over and over in your head. It was a fluke, right? These things didn't happen to people like you. You tried to shake off the memory as you made your way to work, passing by a busy food stall that sold an array of different foods.

As the day wore on, your colleague noticed a shift in your mood. Your typically upbeat self was now down in the dumps. “What's wrong?” they asked, pulling up a chair next to you during lunch break.

You knew your friend had experience with this sort of thing; they had already met their soulmate. But you didn't want to admit outright that you may have found yours. Maybe it was just your imagination. Maybe you had eaten something that sent you on a wild dream. Besides, you had always dismissed the notion that soulmates existed.

“It's just...” you trailed off, nervously twirling your spoon in your cup of tea. “Can you tell me how you met your partner again?”

Your friend raised an eyebrow, a small smirk flitting across their lips. “It started when I was sleeping and out of nowhere some mist appeared.”

Your skin prickled with goosebumps, the memory all too familiar. “And then what?”

“Every night, the image of them got clearer and clearer until I saw exactly what they looked like. That means they're close by,” they replied nonchalantly, gauging your reaction. “Why do you ask? Did you have a dream like that?”

You drummed your fingers against your cup, sighing as you nodded. “Just one.”

“Eeeee!” your friend squealed, patting you on the back. “That's exciting, isn't it?”

Your countenance betrayed a mixture of emotions, with excitement far from the forefront. Instead, nervousness and confusion seemed to be the primary emotions flooding your psyche. What if you never meet them? What if, one night, you fall asleep only to be met with the darkness once more because they had gone? You were prone to underselling yourself regardless of the situation, so why would this be any different? You had tried dating in the past to no avail due to a lack of suitors. What made this situation any more promising?

“I don’t feel well, I need to go,” you announced to your colleague, rising abruptly from your seat and shedding your apron before placing it on the crates. You ignored their curious expression as you made your way out, an uneasy feeling settling in your stomach. “You okay to shut up shop?”

Your colleague merely gave you a sad smile and nodded. “Get some rest. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Despite your friend's words, sleep eluded you. You occupied yourself with watching old holomovies and other activities that could keep you awake, determined not to give in to the seductive call of slumber. Disappointment had no place in your life, so why start now? But no matter how hard you tried, your eyes grew heavier until you found yourself succumbing to the dream world once more.

You were alone but not lonely. Speaking aloud, as you often did both in reality and in sleep, you caught a glimpse of a silhouette. This time, however, it was clearer. He was tall, very tall, and remarkably muscular, donning dark armor whose design you could not discern. Could he have been a soldier? You could feel the thrill of excitement running through you, but then you began to wonder about his allegiances, if he had any at all. It was very typical of you to see faults in everything.

Then you woke up.

So, you repeated the day ahead. Get up, go to work, and return home. But this time, you went straight to bed, eager to dream of him again. If the dream was clearer last time, what was to say it wouldn't be even better this time around?

Your vision was sharper. You could see him, really see him. And he was a sight to behold.

Tall, muscular, and with an infectious laugh you could not hear but one that made you long to hear it. He was definitely handsome, with tanned skin and some scarring, but he appeared lovely nonetheless. It was almost too good to be true.

You soon realized that if you could see him, he was probably dreaming of you as well. You grew paranoid, wondering if he felt the same way about your appearance. But before you could overthink it any further, you awoke to the sound of your alarm.

From that day on, you went to bed eagerly, content to dream of him. Your colleague noticed a change in your demeanor, teasing you about the object of your dreams and asking what he looked like. But it felt too personal to share. Only you could see him, and you weren't sure if you were ready to share him with anyone else yet.

Because you could see him, you hoped that he was on the same planet as you. So during your lunch breaks, you set out in search of a glimpse of the man of your dreams. But you weren't sure what you would do if you actually found him.

Unsurprisingly, your search for him in waking life proved fruitless, so you resigned yourself to the magic of your dreams to conjure his image. But this particular night held a different outcome. With an eager smile on your lips, you wrapped yourself tightly in your blanket and shut your eyes, hoping to coax sleep into coming sooner. When it finally arrived, your heart seized. He was gone, leaving you alone in a void of darkness.

You woke up in the middle of the night feeling deflated and despondent. Where had he gone?

The next day at work, your colleague noticed the worried expression etched on your face and slid you a cup of caf before asking what was wrong.

“He wasn’t there in my dream last night,” you mumbled, realizing how silly and pathetic it sounded to miss someone you had never met.

“Don’t worry,” your friend reassured, “he may have just gone off-world for a bit.”

But you knew the truth. You only saw him when he was close by. “So, you don’t think it’s because he’s no longer my soulmate?” you asked, hoping for a different answer.

Your friend looked down at their own drink and shrugged a little shyly. “I don’t know. It isn’t exactly unheard of someone losing their soulmate in their sleep.”

Pang. Your heart may have just shattered into a million pieces. “Oh,” you whispered sadly, once-hopeful anticipation replaced with aching sorrow.

Despite your friend's reassuring words, which failed to settle within you, you returned to work and anxiously awaited the end of the day. Maybe, just maybe, he would be there tonight.

But he wasn’t. Nor was he there the next night, or the next, or the one after that.

As weeks passed, the memory of the tall, strong man faded into the distance. Each night, your dreams remained empty and dark, void of his presence. Though you tried to convince yourself that it didn't bother you, the truth was that the thought of never seeing him again weighed heavily on your heart.

You tried to maintain your composure, telling yourself that it was all just a silly fantasy. But when a rude comment from a customer pushed you over the edge, all the emotions you had been suppressing came flooding to the surface.

Tears streamed down your face as you fled the shop, the weight of the past few weeks feeling heavier than ever before. You collapsed against a wall in a secluded sector, feeling completely lost and alone.

With your head buried in your knees, you release deep and trembling breaths in a futile attempt to quell the storm of emotions brewing inside you. Suddenly, the sound of someone clearing their throat draws your attention, and you lift your gaze to find a young girl standing before you, a box of mantel mix clasped under her arm. Her soft voice breaks the silence, “Hey, are you alright?” Her head tilts to the side, her blonde hair falling across her face.

You sniffle and hastily wipe away your tears, before nodding in response. “Yeah, I’m fine. Thank you.” Your gaze wanders, and you can’t help but feel a twinge of protectiveness as you realize she is alone. “You shouldn’t be out here by yourself. It’s not safe.”

“Then neither should you,” she counters playfully, causing you to let out a soft chuckle.

“You got me there,” you reply, still sniffling but feeling the weight of your emotions lift slightly.

“I’m here with my brothers anyway,” she offers, grabbing a handful of mantel mix and then extending the box towards you, which you decline politely.

“Ah, that’s good then,” you murmur, leaning your head back to gaze at the sky above, oblivious to the fact that the girl is studying you intently.

“You seem familiar,” she says slowly, her voice laced with a hint of uncertainty as she struggles to recall where she might have seen you before. You glance back at her and shrug.

“If you’ve ever been to the small market to the left of the district, you may have seen me there,” you suggest, but she shakes her head.

She lifts her arm, tapping into her comm device. “Wrecker, can you come to where I am for a second?”

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “One of your brothers?”

She nods. “I feel like he knows you, but I can’t quite remember why.”

You waited anxiously, feeling your heart pounding in your chest, until a deep, resounding voice called out from the distance. “Hey Omega, you alright?”

Your head whipped around to locate the source of the sound, and your eyes locked onto a towering figure striding confidently in your direction. His imposing physique was unforgettable. It was him, the man from your dreams, the one you knew deep down was your soulmate. As he approached, he focused his gaze on the girl, but when his eyes met yours, he had to do a double take.

“It’s you!” he exclaimed in disbelief, his eyes widening in awe, but he couldn't help but smile, a broad and infectious grin spreading across his face.

You gaze up at him, utterly stunned, completely speechless, and nod your head in response, awestruck. He lowers himself to your level, and his smile is replaced by a frown when he notices your tear-stained cheeks. "Hey now, why the tears? Has someone upset or hurt you?" He asks tenderly, his enormous hand coming towards your face as he wipes away a tear with gentleness.

"N-no," you stammer, finally finding your voice. "It's just," you pause, hesitant about revealing that you were crying because you missed seeing him in your dreams, but his next words put your mind at ease.

"You missed me?" He asks, hopeful, a shy expression on his rugged face. "Because I missed you a lot when I left this planet."

So he did leave! Your heart pounds rapidly, a wave of emotions engulfing you. "I missed you too," you say, letting out a short laugh. It feels strange to miss someone you've never met, but thankfully, he feels the same.

"Come with me. I want you to meet my sister and brothers," he invites, extending his hand to you. His hands are massive, and yours seem tiny as he lifts you off the ground as if you weigh nothing.

Omega is beaming, giddy, and already running towards the others, leaving you alone with him.

"So, soulmates, huh?" He asks with a bashful gaze, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I suppose so," you reply sheepishly, quickly introducing yourself. "And you're Wrecker?"

"That's me!" He exclaims, looking down at you with tenderness. "Maker, you're stunning."

You blush, turning away, but his hand under your chin turns you back to face him. "Don't be shy with me," he whispers. For a big man, his whispers are almost silent.

"Okay," you breathe shakily, taking a chance by glancing briefly at his lips. He smirks instantly at the gesture.

"Do you want me to kiss you?" He asks curiously, not hiding the fact that he also wants to kiss the person who has been in his dreams for a long time.

You blush brightly, stammering over your words, and in the midst of it all, he hears you say yes. He silences you with a soft kiss, savoring the moment until you both part. "I'm incredibly lucky to have you as my soulmate," he breathes softly, wrapping his arms around you and holding you closer.

You never want to leave his embrace.

You also wondered why Omega seemed to recognise you but you can’t help but get the feeling that you had been the topic of conversation for however long he had seen you. And clearly, it worked out for the best.

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[luxris]

it’s hard to summarise just what this show means to me. it’s brought me endless joy and inspiration, as well as introduced me to some of my closest friends. it will forever hold a very, very special place in my heart.

thank you, bad batch 🖤

[keferon]

Kup, lovingly: Yea so these are my children. Those are spark twins that can feel each other’s pain, that one has a bullet inside his head and writes fanfics, then we have this blood thirsty maniac painted baby-pink. Back there you can see the ex Decepticon playing Go with ex biggest celebrity racer on Cybertron, in the next room we have our suicidal microscope performing a surgery on himself. Oh and this one isn’t even a Cybertronian, he was made in a lab or something. And this one is human, be nice to her. And Whirl is..FUCK where’s Whirl?? Yeah okay, just so we clear, if you hurt any of them I will break your spine

[i-dont-know-how-this-site-works]

Hunter, Crosshair, Echo and Rampart: risking their lives trying to get the coordinates to Tantiss from a heavily protected imperial facility

Wrecker: *plays candy crush on his phone*

[eso-terrors]

Welcome home 🌟

[shyranno]

Stop lying, Crosshair. We know how you really feel about Ventress

[sketchupnfries]

Some quick end day warm down sketches of some of the Bad Batch boys and Omega. That Crosshair capri sun comic has been living rent free in my head for a few days now