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questforgalas · 1 year ago

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Thank you for coming back

Notes: So once again, @zaana's incredible art lived rent free in my head until I put it down on paper. So here's a delightful AU where Crosshair doesn't get sent to Tantiss because guess who gets to him first? Chose to do a rescue from Barton IV because Cross is in his imperial armor in the art, and I thought "Hey, let's maybe give him a break and not make him go through torture before he's rescued?" Neat idea, right? Let's tell Jen and Brad

WC: 3K (lol this was going to be a drabble)

Characters: The Bad Batch (all of them!)

Tags: Wrecker POV (he deserves all the Crosshair reunion energy), angst at the end (Crosshair is going through it ok), hurt/comfort, giant family group hug, Crosshair and Wrecker cry, Hunter is emotional, canon typical violence, implied mistreatment by the Empire (did I mention Crosshair is going through it?), family reunion, all the family fluff I could fit into 3k words

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The sound of blaster fire was becoming permanent in Wrecker’s ears. Hunkered down behind a duracrete barrier, he kept his DC-17 trained on the Imps attempting to advance on his position, blaster bolts streaming past his head.

“Seriously, who trained these guys to shoot,” he thought to himself, needing to only dodge a few bolts from the barrage while his targets fell with each pull of his trigger.

The landing platform at the depot on Barton IV was looking more like a true battlefield and less like a remote outpost with every passing minute. Two T-4 shuttles lay in smoking ruins - the first thanks to Hunter’s skill on the Marauder’s rear gun and the second thanks to an excellent detonator throw by Wrecker - and stormtrooper bodies lay scattered across the duracrete ground. So far, Wrecker and Hunter were executing their part of the plan perfectly, but when it came to creating distractions, there wasn’t much guess work as to Wrecker’s success rate.

The Batch’s intel told them that the depot, located on a desolate, frozen planet that rivaled Hoth’s icy temperatures, normally operated as a blip on the Empire’s priority list. In fact, blip might have been giving it too much credit. The small clone trooper squad that was assigned to protection detail put in requests for equipment, supplies, and reinforcements throughout their year of service, and every request fell on deaf imperial ears. Gathered from the information Tech found during his hacking, Commander Mayday of the squad put in a request for reinforcements 40 rotations ago, citing that only five members of his squad remained alive at the time the request went in, but Tech couldn’t find any log of a response anywhere in the records. Complete silence from the Empire.

Until 4 rotations ago. The call went out for a platoon of stormtroopers to ready for deployment to Barton IV with orders to transport cargo of high importance to the Empire from the depot to the military base on Coruscant. Prior to the platoon’s arrival, a small squad of clone troopers was sent to scout and ready the depot for the cargo transfer. The squad consisted of two standard troopers and one specialized. One prickly, stubborn, unyielding specialized trooper who Wrecker couldn’t wait to see again.

When Tech caught chatter that a clone trooper shot a commanding imperial officer in broad daylight in front of an imperial depot, he initially intended to send the intel directly to Captain Rex, informing him of another defecting clone who would be in need of assistance, but after he scanned the information log, he didn’t register his datapad falling from his hands, thudding on the floor, only able to to focus on activating the comm on his vambrace, urging Hunter to get to the Marauder as quickly as possible. Because there in front of him, written across the Marauder’s main computer, was CT-9904: Defector. Charged with the murder of Lieutenant Nolan. In custody on Barton IV. Scheduled for armed transfer in two rotations.

The discussion was short - Hunter the only one remaining cautious until Tech confirmed the lack of security at the depot, even with the stormtrooper platoon coming in - and the Batch set their course to Barton IV less than two hours after the message was intercepted. The plan was easy, one the Batch could nearly execute in their sleep, even with their newer blonde addition. Create a distraction to draw the majority of security out into the open which Hunter and Wrecker would engage while Omega provided cover from the Marauder. Meanwhile, Tech and Echo skirt along the edge of the chaos, slip into the depot undetected, locate Crosshair’s location, and extract him while neutralizing any remaining threats if necessary.

Plans 5, 4, and 21. The Batch specialty.

“Wrecker, incoming! Northwest!” Hunter’s smokey voice called over the commotion.

The far gate of the depot opened, ten stormtroopers running out to join the fight. “Yeah, I see ‘em, Sarge,” Wrecker confirmed. “They look excited to see us.”

Hunter took cover behind his barrier, and turned his head in Wrecker’s direction.

“How about you give our hosts a warm greeting?” Hunter suggested, cocking his head to the side. Wrecker could feel the smug smirk under that helmet.

“Gladly,” Wrecker responded gleefully.

Reaching into the pack on his back, he grabbed two thermal detonators, clicked them live, and chucked. They arced into the air, curving in opposite directions, landing right in the middle of the oncoming troopers, and Wrecker watched as all ten stormtroopers disappeared into a beautiful burst of orange, red, and black.

“Direct hit,” Wrecker yelled, pumping his DC-17 in triumph.

Across the way, Hunter gave a quick thumbs up and popped his head above his barrier. Wrecker did the same, confirming that the landing platform was clear of imps for the moment, but they knew more troopers would arrive soon. They’d only taken out about 30 of them so far.

“Agh, where are they,” Hunter wondered, helmet trained on the door they expected to see their brothers emerge from.

“Give ‘em a few more minutes, Sarge. I doubt the Empire just left Crosshair in a set of binders on a crate.”

“They’re dumb enough to,” Hunter said. A soft chuckle came through his modulator, “Wonder how long he’d humor them until he took them all out with his hands still bound.”

“Knowing Crosshair? They wouldn’t even get the binders on him,” Wrecker laughed.

Hunter went quiet, helmet still pointed at the door. Then his shoulders fell like he was bowing to a weight Wrecker couldn’t see. “We’ll have to be patient. He’s…” Hunter paused. “He’s probably not the Crosshair we remember. There are going to be some … invisible wounds.”

Wrecker released his own shuttered breath. He looked down at the ground for a moment, and then looked back up to find Hunter looking back at him. “Doesn’t matter how long it takes. We’ll help patch those up too.”

Hunter remained still for a breath and then nodded.

The silence was interrupted by a chime on Hunter’s comm. “What’ve you got, Omega?” he asked as he activated the connection.

“I’m picking up multiple heat signatures heading our way. Looks like our little break is over,” Omega’s voice chirped over the comm.

“Copy that,” Hunter responded.

Wrecker brought his own comm up to his mouth. “What’s your count, kid?” he asked playfully.

“I’m at 4,” Omega answered, a smug tone floating through.

“Only 4? You’re falling behind. I’m at 18,” Wrecker said.

“I don’t think the thermal detonators should count,” Hunter interjected.

“What?! Did you see how perfectly those landed? Probably my best yet! Not even Tech could pull that off.”

“It’s hardly fair when I’m all the way back here on the Marauder!” Omega argued.

“Excuses excuses, kid,” Wrecker teased. Their debate came to a quick halt when the remaining hangar doors of the depot opened, revealing the last wave of the platoon. “Alright, break time’s over. Shoot good, kid.”

The platform became engulfed in battle once again. Blaster bolts peppered the air. Thermal detonators flew. Line after line of stormtroopers tried to take the advantage on the two ground soldiers and their coverage, but Hunter, Wrecker, and Omega held them back with ease. Wrecker heard General Skywalker speaking to Hunter about something called meditation once - a staple Jedi practice of centering one’s mind and connecting with the force through quiet sitting - and while Wrecker wasn’t sure this would meet the Jedi standard, he imagined this was the closest to meditation he would ever come. Surrounded by the sounds of battle. Adrenaline pumping in his veins. He’d hit a point of focus that drowned everything else out, his mission the only thought in his mind. And he was dam good at it, too.

His DC-17 sang, and he let out a jovial laugh as he took down another line of troopers. As he focused on the enemies in front of him, the squad’s comm channel chimed in his helmet, and the only thing in the galaxy that could divert his attention from the battle in front of him called through the speakers.

“Hunter. Wrecker. We’ve got him. We’re approaching the exit. What’s the status of the platform?” Echo’s voice came through.

For a second, Wrecker and Hunter turned towards each other, both chests rising rapidly with fast breaths not caused by the battle in front of them, and Wrecker knew if he could see Hunter’s eyes, they’d reflect the same bottomless relief he was feeling.

Wrecker forced himself back to the present and provided cover fire while Hunter responded.

“You’re clear to exit. A few imps left but nothing we can’t handle. Wrecker and I will provide cover fire while you cross the platform. Go directly to the Marauder,” Hunter ordered.

Wrecker’s breath caught in his throat when a low, raspy voice could be heard in the background. “No, we thought we’d take a hike in the mountains.”

A hitched breath came through, and in his peripheral, Wrecker noticed Hunter lean his helmet back against the duracrete barrier, shoulders shaking.

“I never thought I’d miss his attitude,” Omega piped in.

That broke the tension building in Wrecker’s head, and a laugh barreled out from his chest. Brain clear and ready to act again, he focused on the remaining stormtroopers trying to hold their ground.

“Omega, get the engines running. We’re getting off this hunk of ice as soon as we’re all onboard,” Hunter finished relaying the orders.

“One more thing,” Tech’s voice came through this time. “I did the scan. The inhibitor chip has indeed been removed, but only after the encounter on Bracca. Crosshair did remove it voluntarily unbeknownst to the Empire.”

“Tech kind of refused to leave the holding cells until he was able to confirm it all. Hacked records and everything here on the depot. That’s what took us so long,” Echo supplied.

“Thank the Maker for Tech, and his stubborn need for knowledge,” Hunter mumbled. He went back on the comm, “Glad to hear it. Now get out here.”

Hunter turned to Wrecker. “Let’s take out as many as we can before they get here. Once they emerge, you lay down cover fire, and I’ll take overwatch.”

“Copy that,” Wrecker replied, and they went to work.

Time that had been passing at light speed slowed to the flow of Mustafar lava. Only ten stormtroopers remained posted across the platform, and Wrecker was determined to clear as many as he could before his brothers emerged.

Another minute passed. Another. Then another. Time was taunting him.

A whoosh floated over the blasterfire. The blasted door to the depot finally opened, and there in the doorway were three bent over figures - two supporting the weight of the third in between them - hobbling onto the landing deck. Wrecker allowed himself one glance hoping it would calm his running mind. Echo took most of the middle figure’s weight, flesh arm wrapped around their waist and scomp arm securing the arm wrapped across Echo’s back dangling over his shoulder, while Tech kept one arm around the figure’s waist and kept his blaster at the ready in the other.

As Wrecker glanced at them, it wasn’t the figure’s distinct all black armor - the armor of the imperial special forces - that identified him to Wrecker. No, it was the tattoo around their right eye. The tattoo Wrecker sat and watched as Tech gave it to them when they were still just cadets. The tattoo that represented their pride in their skill. The tattoo that told everyone exactly which batch he belonged to, front and center for all to see. The crosshair.

Flanking from behind, Tech easily took down three stormtroopers before they made their way down the stairs. The remaining seven stormtroopers barked out orders to fall back, trying to regroup due to the new arrivals, and Wrecker used their confusion to his advantage, taking out another three in one go. Realizing they were outnumbered and outmatched, the remaining four stormtroopers fell back to the hangar, shooting wildly at any target they could see.

Slower than Wrecker would like, his three brothers made their way to his and Hunter’s position across the platform. As soon as they crossed the threshold of their barriers, Hunter stood from his coverage, falling in step to provide cover directly at their backs.

“Alright, Wrecker. Let’s keep these guys pinned as we head to the ship,” Hunter said.

Jumping into position, Wrecker kept a steady pace back to the Marauder without breaking his fire on the remaining stormtroopers. Hunter hit one more as they walked, and Wrecker had his finger on the trigger to take down another when a streak of pink flew over his head and directly into the helmet of his target.

He glanced over his shoulder.

“Final count: 12,” Omega beamed down at him from the top of the ramp into the Marauder.

“Aha! Nice shot, kid! Now let’s get out of here,” Wrecker said, barreling up the ramp into the ship.

The ramp closed up as the ship made its way into the air, and the energy within immediately went still. Tech sat in the cockpit, taking over the controls from Omega once on board, but Hunter, Wrecker, Echo, Omega, and Crosshair remained in the hold.

Crosshair sat in the chair in front of the computer, slumped over, one hand on the armrest propping him while an elbow rested on a knee like that was all the energy he could muster. He was breathing heavy, chest rising and falling as if he’d just finished a training sprint back on Kamino. Wrecker quickly gave his body a once over. Crosshair had always been lithe, by far the smallest body mass of the Bad Batch, but there had been muscle underneath those long limbs that gave any regular clone trooper a run for his money. Now, Wrecker clocked only bones showing underneath the exposed areas his armor didn’t cover, and his cheekbones were sharp above the hollowness of his cheeks. Purple blotched under his eyes, and it was impossible not to notice the deep scar that covered the right side on the back of his head. The scar he received when he took the full heat of a Venator ion engine.

The same engine he tried to trap his brothers in.

“Thank you…for coming for me. I…I wouldn’t have blamed you if you didn’t,” Crosshair drawled, head bent down. Whether he was unable to lift it from lack of strength or not being able to face the current scene, Wrecker wasn’t sure. His own heart was thudding in his chest, threatening to burst out. He called on every ounce of discipline and self-restraint he learned in his years as a soldier and remained rooted in place, holding his breath. The rest of the Batch stood as still as statues, four sets of eyes on their silver-haired brother.

“You can drop me off at the closest port. You can pick. Doesn’t matter to me,” Crosshair said to the floor. Still, no one else spoke. He raised his head, glancing at each of them. His gaze settled on Hunter. “I…I’d understand if that’s what you want to do. It’s what you should do.”

The five of them felt the Marauder lurch into hyperspace, but still, Echo, Omega, Hunter, and Wrecker didn’t budge. Footsteps approached from the cockpit, and soon, Tech joined them, choosing to sit in the chair across from Crosshair. The silence grew, and Wrecked noticed the crease between the sniper’s eyebrows deepen while his eyes darted around the group.

“Well, aren’t any of you going to say something?” Crosshair asked, frustration creeping into his voice. He glanced around one more time, and finally stood up from the chair, a growl coming from his throat, back hunched like he was ready to pounce, and his gaze locked on Hunter, a finger pointed at the sergeant. “Listen, I didn’t ask you to come get me. I was ready to die on that platform after I shot the lieutenant, and I was ready to die in whatever maker-forsaken place they were going to send me. You hear me? I didn’t ask for this.” He gestured around the room, around the Batch.

“So don’t make me a burden you don’t want. Drop me anywhere. Leave me. It’s what I deserve - oof!”

Wrecker couldn’t take it anymore, and as he watched Crosshair teeter on the precipice of self-destruction, he took two strides towards his brother, and engulfed him in his arms.

Crosshair stiffened, his arms frozen mid-gesture to the side. Wrecker stood there, arms firmly wrapped around Crosshair’s back and shoulders, head dipping to rest on top of Crosshair’s head, and he waited. Eventually, Crosshair’s arms fell to his sides, but his body remained stiff like he wasn’t actually registering what was happening. Then, after a few breaths, his arms slowly rose, one wrapping under Wrecker’s arm and the other circling over his shoulder.

“Why did you come for me?” Wrecker heard muffled into his chestplate.

“We don’t leave our own behind,” Wrecker answered simply.

Wrecker felt the shaking first, then he heard the soft sobs. Tightening his arms, he held his once-lost brother as if challenging the galaxy to try and separate them again. When he felt Crosshair crumble into his chest, he released the grip he’d been holding on his own emotions, and the tears flowed freely. Tears of sorrow for what Crosshair endured. Tears of rage at the Empire. Tears of sweet relief at his family being whole again.

Wrecker felt a pair of arms sneak between his waist and Crosshair’s chest, and when he looked up, he saw Hunter wrapped around Crosshair’s back, arms crushing the sniper into the sergeant’s chest. “We’ve got you, Cross,” Hunter murmured.

One-by-one, Tech, Echo, and Omega joined in, the last squeezing herself into the middle, wrapping her arms around Crosshair’s leg, and even when the sobs quieted, they remained that way. There was a lot to talk about. A long road of trust to regain. They were about to navigate rough terrain. And the past will resurface, in old wounds, physical and not. But none of that mattered right now. In the middle of their home, a family reunited. Unsure what the future would bring them, but ready to face it all together.

#tay writes the bad batch #tay writes #divider by samspenandsword #the bad batch #star wars #hunter #wrecker #crosshair #tech #omega #echo #tbb wrecker #tbb hunter #tbb omega #tbb echo #tbb tech #tbb crosshair

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stars-n-spice · 3 months ago

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kriffin hell-

*planning a fic* Yeah, I think I'll just write one chapter, that should be good enough. I'll just have multiple scenes with different songs, but I'll make it short. Just a little quick one shot, that's all. I just need to get this out of my system after hearing this song and thinking it was fitting for Crosshair and Tay.

*several weeks later*

Fuck. <- Fic is now 4 chapters. Has 16 related songs. Went and listened to a BUNCH of Spanish songs to see which fit the fic. Made a playlist. Organized it. Made a playlist cover, dividers, and headers for posts. Is now fucking 20K words in and I still have to write two more scenes.

In other words,, please please please check out Canciones Para Crosshair - in which Crosshair gets constantly serenaded by his boyfriend:

I spent WAY too much fucking time on this and need to feel validated on all that time I wasted 🫠

Oh and,, here's the playlist!

Thank you thank you! 🩵💫

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questforgalas · 2 years ago

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Not me crying in the corner over this rec 😭😭🥰 thank you for sharing!!

Not a request but a recommendation. I just read the most heartbreaking writing I've ever read: a HC about how Echo found out about the 501st and the Temple. It's from @questforgalas and of course sharing is caring so here's the link

https://at.tumblr.com/questforgalas/march-on-the-temple-pt-1/3di8ax2zq8qp

I'm SOBBING in silence because I'm at work

Thank you so much for sharing this! Gonna read it as soon as I can!

#star wars #the bad batch #tay writes

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levi-venn · 8 months ago

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Master List

Mirror Squad

Characters: Headshot, Striker, Circuit, Crunch, and Void

Summary: Original Story Concept of the CX Clones in the Bad Batch Series Finale.

Characters & Personality Profiles Seen Here Mirror Squad Physical Descriptions Memento's Backstory / AU where he doesn't die. Broken Mirrors: Circuit & Tech (cadet) CX-1 story - Pick of the Litter (Hemlock & Cody)

Cross and Crow

(Crosshair, Tech, Omega, and Egg the Crow) Summary: Crosshair tries to give up on hope, but the persistent crow that visits his cell won't allow this.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 (Final) | Bonus (Tech & TAY-0) Available also on AO3

The First Toothpick

(Cad Bane, Crosshair (cadet), Jango Fett, Tech (cadet), Hunter (cadet), Wrecker (cadet)) Summary: Cad Bane teaches Crosshair how to be a sniper. The kid picks up some other habits as a result.

Chapters: Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5 | Ch 6 | Ch7 | Ch8 | Ch9 | Available on AO3 here

Accolades

(Hunter, Crosshair, Wrecker, Echo, Omega, Cody) Summary: Hunter turns official accolades into something more meaningful for his brothers.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three Available on AO3 here

Error: Detective Not Found (A Cake Pop Noir)

If you enjoy my writing, please check out my original Novel - Buy it on Amazon or check out Ellyhazel.com

Summary: A queer meet-cute between an android baker and the human agent protecting him from a serial killer.

#the bad batch #bad batch crosshair #tbb crosshair #tbb tech #bad batch tech #tbb #star wars the clone wars #cad bane #crosshair #egg the crow #jango fett #tcw cad bane #tcw jango fett #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker

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spicedrobot · 1 year ago

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writing pattern game

Rules: Share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able and see if there are any patterns! (from most recent to least recent, starting from the top)

tagged by @aevallare 💖 This was such a fun one, thanks!

Divine Retribution (BG3, Withers/Raphael)

Raphael prepared for the next strike, determined not to make a sound.

Sustenance (BG3, Gale/Astarion + Tav)

Gale stirred the porridge bubbling over a low fire.

Side Effects Include (BG3, Omeluum/Blurg)

Tav returned to the myconid colony more quickly than Omeluum had anticipated.

Just a Fool's Hope (Star Wars, Obimaul)

There was blood in Obi-Wan’s mouth.

Encore (Outer Wilds, The Prisoner/Hatchling)

In a dark forest clearing that did and did not exist, there was a fire.

A Point on the Path (Star Wars, Obimaul)

As the twin suns descended the hazy, cloudless sky, another pair—far from twins but equally fated—landed on the planet’s surface.

Down Time (Star Wars, Jango Fett/Cad Bane)

Cad Bane stirred from sleep with the urgency of a well-kept tooka.

Whispers, Winces & Wishes (Star Wars, The Bad Batch gen)

Experimental Unit 99 is different.

Deviations on a Theme (Star Wars, Tech/TAY-0)

Safa Toma’s night cycle was more than halfway expired when Tay-0’s photoreceptors flickered online, bright in the dim of the garage.

Reunion (Overwatch, Ramyatta)

Zenyatta’s path leads to an icy, wind-carved landscape.

Patterns: I guess I tend to start with a short sentence? LOL

tagging @withercrown @a-aristippus @bluedaddysgirl @ashcroft-writes @frogunderarock @kevystel @loveoaths @weirdlet @lacertae-dreamscape AND ANYONE ELSE!! PLEASE TAG ME!!

#en talks #long post #ask game #tag game

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morethansky · 2 years ago

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thanks to @littlesoka7567 for the tag!

PART ONE

are you named after anyone: some random professor my dad found in a textbook??

when was the last time you cried: when i saw the first gif of Tech falling, and then when i was editing my mourning fic

do you have kids: no

do you use sarcasm a lot: what do you think

what's the first thing you notice about people: i’m extremely face blind, so literally anything else. usually hair or clothes

what's your eye colour: brown (like Tech... i’m doing fine)

scary movies or happy endings: happy endings, or even better, sad, ambiguous endings, when they’re written well

any special talents: analyzing fiction, memorizing numbers, cooking and understanding cooking theory, writing men crying and grieving, doing entirely too much research for fic

where were you born: chill out, opsec

what are your hobbies: writing, reading, drawing, cooking, drinking

have any pets: no

what sports do you play/have played: i have the athletic ability of a rock

how tall are you: not

favourite subject in school: history, sociology, media studies

dream job: to not have to work and not be beholden to anyone

PART TWO

first ship: ever? Tai/Sora from Digimon Adventure

three ships: currently consuming my soul are Crosshair/Hunter and Tech/Wrecker, and i’ve been reading a lot of Thrawn/Eli again

last (current) song: Eucalyptus by the National

last movie: The Banshees of Inisherin

currently reading: TGCF, vol. 5

currently watching: in the middle of rewatching Clone Wars and Rebels, and trying to get through Succession. i was rewatching Bad Batch before, but i had to stop after the finale because it was too much

currently consuming: lemon icebox pie

currently craving: boba

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hadeschan · 1 year ago

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item # K20E45

RARE Rian Sema Pra Buddha Leela Sivali, Ngan Chalong Yee Sìp Haa Buddha Sattawat, Lang Yant U, Lae Pra Khata Yay Thamma, Nua Alpaka. A mint nickel alloy amulet in a shape of an inverted Temple Boundary Marking Stone Tablet with figure of a Walking Buddha, and bas-reliefs of Unalome and Yay Thamma Sermon in Thai Texts in the back. Made by Royal Thai Government, a fundraiser Batch for a construction of The World’s Largest Walking Buddha Statue, a Phra Si Sakkaya Thotsaphonlayan Prathan Phutthamonthon Suthat at Phutthamonthon, a Buddhist park in Salaya, Phutthamonthon, Nakhon Pathom province, Thailand, and to commemorate the 25th Century Anniversary of Buddhism. The Consecration/Blessing Ceremony was held at the temple of Wat Suthat Thepwararam, Bangkok for a non-stop 3 days and 3 nights started on Sao Ha Day (Feb 12, BE 2500) attending by 108 Guru Monks including Luang Phor Lee of Wat Asokaram, Luang Phu Toh of Wat Pradu Chimphli, Phor Than Klai of Wat Suan Khan, Luang Phor Tay Kongthong of Wat Sam-ngam, Luang Phor Ngern of Wat Don Yai Hom, Luang Phor Tan, Wat Thammasain, Luang Phor Rung, Wat Tha Krabue, Luang Phu Seng of Wat Kalayanamit….

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“The Walking Buddha shows action, guided by good practice, concentration and wisdom, is the basis for all goodness. The Walking Buddha is leading owner by walking tirelessly toward the new age of life, where you live happily with a bright face and act with selflessness. The Walking Buddha displays the gesture of dispelling fear (Abhaya Mudra), or giving instruction (Vitarka Mudra), Walking Buddha would bring good luck in all that comes your way in the future.”

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BEST FOR: The Walking Buddha brings success in career and in life ahead, and it helps achieve victory over all difficulties. Buddha would walk with you through pain and suffering. Wealth Fetching, Maha Larp (it brings Lucky Wealth), Klawklad Plodpai (it brings safety, and pushes you away from all danger), Kongkraphan (it makes you invulnerable to all weapon attack), Maha-ut (it stops gun from shooting at you), Metta Maha Niyom (it helps bring loving, caring, and kindness, and compassion from people all around you to you), and Kaa Kaai Dee (it helps tempt your customers to buy whatever you are selling, and it helps attract new customers and then keep them coming back. Ponggan Poot-pee pee-saat Kunsai Mondam Sa-niat jan-rai Sat Meepit (it helps ward off evil spirit, demon, bad ghost, bad omen, bad spell, curse, accursedness, black magic, misfortune, doom, and poisonous animals). And this amulet helps protect you from manipulators, backstabbers, and toxic people.

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The inverted Temple Boundary Marking Stone Tablet

An amulet in a shape of a temple boundary marking stone tablet is believed that this type of amulet has the power to create invisible shields, barriers and shield-like objects that protect the wearer against everything with variation of Absolute Defense. And the Inverted Temple Boundary Marking Stone Tablet one is believed to reverse bad luck and bring auspicious energy.

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Yant U or Yant Unalome

Yant U or Yant Unalome, unalome cabalistic writing represents the path to enlightenment in the Buddhist culture. The spirals are meant to symbolize the twists and turns in life, and the straight lines the moment one reaches enlightenment or peace and harmony. The dots at the end of the symbol represent death, or the moment we fade to nothing.

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Pra Khata Yay Thamma

Pra Khata Yay Thamma, the sermon in Pali, the heart of Buddhism which presents causes of sufferings and the way out of sufferings guided by Buddha.

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THE MAKING OF THE THAILAND’S 25TH BUDDHIST CENTURY CELEBRATION BATCH OF AMULETS.

This Batch of amulets was made to commemorate the 25th Century of Buddhism in BE 2500 (CE 1957) or Pra Kreuang Chalong Yee Sìp Haa Buddha Sattawat, in Thai. The Royal Thai Police Commander General. Pao Sriyanonda was Master of the Ceremonies.

The Consecration/Blessing Ceremony on the Batch of BE 2500 amulets was held at the temple of Wat Suthat Thepwararam, Bangkok for a non-stop 3 days and 3 nights started on Sao Ha Day (Feb 12, BE 2500), attended by 108 Guru Monks namely:-

1)Prakru A-komsoonton, Wat Suthat Thepwararam, Bangkok

2)Prakru Soontonsamadhiwat, Wat Suthat Thepwararam, Bangkok

3)Pra Yanapirat, Wat Suthat Thepwararam, Bangkok

4)Prakru Piboonbannawat, Wat Suthat Thepwararam, Bangkok

5)Prakru Soontonseanlajarn, Wat Suthat Thepwararam, Bangkok

6)Prakru Pisansorrakit, Wat Suthat Thepwararam, Bangkok

7)Pra Maha Suan, Wat Suthat Thepwararam, Bangkok

8)Pra Amnuay, Wat Suthat Thepwararam, Bangkok

9)Pra Palat Suphod, Wat Suthat Thepwararam, Bangkok

10)Prakru Visitvihangarn, Wat Suthat Thepwararam, Bangkok

11)Pra Suthamteerakhun (Luang Phor Wong), Wat Saket, Bangkok

12)Pra Archan Sa, Wat Ratchanaddaram, Bangkok

13)Pra Palat Pang, Wat Mahathat, Bangkok

14)Pra Visutthisomphothi, Wat Phra Chetuphon, Bangkok

15)Pra Vorawetkunachan, Wat Phra Chetuphon, Bangkok

16)Prakru Thapanakitprasat, Wat Phra Chetuphon, Bangkok

17)Pra Indrarasamachan, Wat Phra Chetuphon, Bangkok

18)Prakru Vinaiton-feuang, Wat Samphanthawong, Bangkok

19)Prakru Pakk, Wat Bungthonglang, Bangkok

20)Prakru Ganlayanovisut (Luang Phor Geun), Wat Borom Sathon (Wat Don), Bangkok

21)Pra Archan Mee, Wat Suan Phlu, Bangkok

22)Pra Archan Muan, Wat Na Wong (Wat Rong Heep), Bangkok

23)Pra Luang Vijit, Wat Saphan Sung, Bangkok

24)Pra Archan Hoon, Wat Nuan Chan (Wat Bang Kuat), Bangkok

25)Pra Rachamolee, Wat Rakang, Bangkok

26)Luang Vichitchasoton, Wat Santi Thammaram, Bangkok

27)Prakru Sophon-ganlaya-nuwat (Luang Phu Seng), Wat Kalayanamit, Bangkok

28)Prakru Pawwanapirat (Luang Phor Phon), Wat Nang, Bangkok

29)Prakru Tivagorn (Luang Phu Gleep), Wat Taling Chan, Bangkok

30)Prakru Pairoj Wutthikhun (Luang Phor Toon), Wat Pho Nimit, Bangkok

31)Prakru Yannasit, Wat Ratchasittharam (Wat Plub), Bangkok

32)Pra Archan Ma, Wat Ratchasittharam (Wat Plub), Bangkok

33)Pra Archan Huan, Wat Pikul, Bangkok

34)Pra Maha Teerawat, Wat Paknam Phasi Charoen, Bangkok

35)Pra Archan Jaai, Wat Paknam Phasi Charoen, Bangkok

36)Pra Archan Inn, Wat Paknam Phasi Charoen, Bangkok

37)Prakru Kijjapirom, Wat Arun Ratwararam, Bangkok

38)Prakru Vinaisangvon, Wat Prayun Wongsawat, Bangkok

39)Pra Sukkhum Thammachan, Wat Hong Rattanaram, Bangkok

40)Prakru Phrommavinit, Wat Hong Rattanaram, Bangkok

41)Pra Archan Inn, Wat Suwan, Bangkok

42)Prakru Viriyakit (Luang Phu Toh), Wat Pradu Chimphli, Bangkok

43)Pra Preecha Nontamunee, Wat Molee, Bangkok

44)Prakru Palat Chaeng (Luang Phor Chaeng), Wat Si Rattanaram (Wat Bang Phang), Nonthaburi

45)Pra Palat Young (Luang Phor Young), Wat Bang Chak, Nonthaburi

46)Pra Archan Somjit, Wat Pa Ka Riang, Ratchaburi

47)Luang Phor Tan, Wat Thammasain (Wat Kaew Fah), Ratchaburi

48)Prakru Bin, Wat Kaew, Ratchaburi

49)Pra Inn Kemachan, Wat Chong Lom, Ratchaburi

50)Luang Phor Ngern, Wat Don Yai Hom, Nakhon Pathom

51)Prakru Sangglavichai, Wat Pra Prathom Chedi, Nakhon Pathom

52)Pra Archan Samniengm Wat Wayruvanarm, Nakhon Pathom

53)Luang Phor Tay Kongthong, Wat Sam-ngam, Nakhon Pathom

54)Pra Archan Plaek, Wat Sra Bua, Pathumthani

55)Prakru Palat Tung, Wat Taim Tawaai, Pathumthani

56)Prakru Bovon Thammakit, Wat Bodh, Pathumthani

57)Prakru Sophon Samachan, Wat Nong Bua, Kanchanaburi

58)Prakru Visutthirangsi, Wat Nua, Kanchanaburi

59)Pra Mucharin Molee, Wat Mutcharin, Pattani

60)Prakru Rod, Wat Pradoo, Nakhon Si Thammarat

61)Phor Than Klai, Wat Suan Khan, Nakhon Si Thammarat

62)Luang Phor Lee, Wat Asokaram, Samut Pakan

63)Pra Archan Buth, Wat Mai Bang Pla Kot, Samut Pakan

64)Pra Archan Sawang, Wat Klang Suan, Samut Pakan

65)Prakru Sirisorrakhun, Wat Tai Hat, Samut Songkhram

66)Prakru Samut Soonton, Wat Puang Malai, Samut Songkhram

67)Prakru Sutthi Sara-wutthachan, Wat Sadet, Samut Songkhram

68)Pra Archan Auang, Wat Bang Kana Thong, Samut Songkhram

69)Luang Phor Rung, Wat Tha Krabue, Samut Sakhon

70)Luang Phu Thong, Wat Don Gai Dee, Samut Sakhon

71)Luang Phor Tinn, Wat Pa Lelai, Suphan Buri

72)Pra Archan Tam, Wat Pra Loy, Suphan Buri

73)Luang Phor Kreun, Wat Sang Kho, Suphan Buri

74)Luang Phor Príng, Wat Vorachan, Suphan Buri

75) Luang Phor Eiang, Wat U-thong, Suphan Buri

76)Pra Vorapot, Wat Aranyikaram, Chonburi

77)Prakru Thammawutthikun. Wat Samet, Chonburi

78)Luang Phor Laai, Wat Ratbamrung, Chonburi

79)Luang Phor Boonmee, Wat Pho Samphan, Chonburi

80)Pra Phrom Nakarachan, Wat Chaeng Phrom Nakhon, Sing Buri

81)Luang Phor Pare, Wat Pikul Thong, Sing Buri

82)Pra Chainatmunee, Wat Borommathat, Chainat

83)Luang Phor Hom, Wat Chak Mak, Rayong

84)Pra Archan Meuang, Wat Ta Pare, Lampang

85)Prakru Uthai Thammathani, Wat Tao U-thong, Prachin Buri

86)Luang Phor Seng, Wat Si Prachantakam, Prachin Buri

87)Prakru Soonton Thammaprakat, Wat Pho Pak Plee, Nakhon Nayok

88)Kruba Wang, Wat Ban Denn, Tak

89)Prakru Sawan Viriyakit, Wat Sawankanivas, Phrae

90)Prakru Chan, Wat Klong Ranong, Nakhon Sawan

91)Luang Phor Aan, Wat Pra Yat, Phra Nakhon Si Ayutthaya

92)Pra Archan Jaem, Wat Wang Dang Nua, Phra Nakhon Si Ayutthaya

93)Prakru Lek, Wat Bang Nomko, Phra Nakhon Si Ayutthaya

94)Pra Archan Mee, Wat Indraram, Phra Nakhon Si Ayutthaya

95)Pra Archan Waan, Wat Dok Mai, Phra Nakhon Si Ayutthaya

96)Luang Phor Naai, Wat Ban Jang, Phra Nakhon Si Ayutthaya

97)Luang Phor Nor, Wat Klang Ta Rua, Phra Nakhon Si Ayutthaya

98)Luang Phor Jong, Wat Natang-nok, Phra Nakhon Si Ayutthaya

99)Pra Athigan Jor, Wat Pradoo Lokkachet, Phra Nakhon Si Ayutthaya

100)Luang Phu Si, Wat Sakae, Phra Nakhon Si Ayutthaya

101)Luang Phor Chit, Wat Maha That, Phra Nakhon Si Ayutthaya

102)Luang Phor Thongsuk, Wat Tanod Luang, Phetchaburi

103)Prakru Piboon Seanlachan, Wat Pho Gru, Phetchaburi

104)Luang Phor Top, Wat Sawang Arun (Wat Chon Dan), Phetchabun

105)Pra Sawan Nayok, Wat Sawankharam, Sukhothai

106)Pra Boran Watthachan, Wat Ratchathani, Sukhothai

107)Luang Phor Pi, Wat Lan Hoi, Sukhotahi

108)Luang Phor Thongdee, Wat Sadej, Samut Songkhram

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lunarninja613 · 1 year ago

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Thank you for the tag!

My favourite Bad Batch character is Crosshair.

I think it's because before I got Tumblr and I was just using Google to look at posts, I saw people posting stuff about Crosshair and the Season 1 finale, and I thought that it was really interesting. I also eventually started viewing him as a father figure because ✨️daddy issues✨️

I have no idea if I relate to anyone in the Bad Batch.🤷‍♀️

Because I just don't know.

Some of my favourite minor characters would be Mayday and TAY-0.

Because Mayday is pretty cool, and he also hates Lieutenant Nolan. And TAY-0 is hilarious!

A Bad Batch centric piece that I'm proud of is one of the fanfictions that I am currently writing called Aliit be Shuk’la Runise. It's a crossover between Star Wars The Bad Batch, Harry Potter, and Arcane League of Legends. And I have an OC.

I'm really proud of it because it was floating around in my brain for a while, and I finally decided to write it down to share. I also like it because the title is Mando'a for "Family of Broken Souls," and the story is all about found family and healing together. Also, chaos and violence!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47030803/chapters/118483591

A Bad Batch centric piece of art that I really like is all of @zaana, @alligatorpie1945, @shyranno, @cloneenthusiast, @cnv99, @ladykagewaki, @echojedis, @papanowo, and @paperback-rascal art.

I just really, really love their art and their styles and everything! And I refuse to pick just one!😤

A Bad Batch centric fanfiction that brings me joy is "introductions" by @kaydear. I just love it so much, and the way that they wrote Lama Su and Nala Se always has me screaming death threats at my laptop screen.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35750065/chapters/89145700

A Bad Batch headcanon that I see as canon would be that Crosshair is bisexual. We ✨️bi buddies✨️

Colours that I think would suit Crosshair’s armour would probably be black. I don't know, I haven't thought about this before but I probably should.

What I want to see in Season 3 is what everyone else wants to see. For everyone to be happy and alive! I also want them to take Emerie with them.

@afuckinnerfpuncher @phantom-of-the-501st @violetjedisylveon @rainydaydream-gal18, come join!🙃

Fellow Zealots of The Bad Batch, Unite!

Please share your answers to these questions and pass them on to some of your Bad Batch-loving buds!

Your favorite member of TBB is:

Because:

You identify the most with:

Because:

Your favorite minor character from the show:

Because:

A TBB-centric piece or post of yours that you are most proud of:

Because:

Link so that we can appreciate it:

A TBB-centric piece of art that slaps so hard you enjoy (and why):

Link:

A TBB-centric fanfic that gives you life you enjoy (and why):

Link:

A TBB headcanon or trope that is 100% canon to you:

Color(s) you think would suit if Crosshair gets "Mercenary" armor:

One thing you NEED to see happen in Season 3:

@wwheeljack @wrenkenstein @floundrickthewayfarer @raevulsix @enigmatist17 @slenderboo @echojedis @nika6q @zaana @wiseowl18 @toastyrobos @eclec-tech @jigget @destril @niobiumao3

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mrfandomwars · 3 years ago

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Do you ever feel this urges of writing something that goes COMPLETELY against what fanon/fandom considers canon, stuff like:

Cody isn't in a batch with the other commanders, and he only knows them because of the joint squad training

Cody has always been named Cody, never Kote, and actually hates when people assume that his name is a 'nickname' over the fact of people not being able to pronounce Kote ([KOH-day, KOH-tay])

Cody didn't know Rex from before the war, they only met and hit off because Rex was assigned to Anakin and Cody had to work with Rex because of the amount of times Obi-Wan and Anakin work together

If Cody met Obi-Wan in any other situation, they would have had a simply neutral friendly relation, even if later on, much later on they became good friends

Cody doesn't harass Obi-Wan to wear armour

Rex doesn't think it's weird that Anakin eats bugs, he has no problem eating them, like any member of the 501st, AHSOKA is the one who has a problem with it and at it was only because the planet they were in had a few poisonous bugs that looked like all the others and she didn't want to die in one of her first missions

Following the last dot, Rex actually knows some bug recipes to make them tastier, part he learned from experience and the other from vode and Anakin himself

Tup isn't actually a baby, the only reason he was holding into the handle like that is that the last few times he flew on the same LAAT/I as the pilot he fell and he isn't taking any changes

Tup is older than Rex, but hasn't taken any other rank because he doesn't think he can lead people

Also, when on missions he sticks to being professional (i.e ranks), but sometimes, in some situations, he can slip and call people by their name/call them brother/sister/sibling/etc

Dogma and Tup didn't know each other before the 501st

Tup is actually a good fighter, just doesn't want to be a ARC Trooper

He is a simple man, making his way across the galaxy

Jesse and Kix wouldn't have been friends had they been in different battalions

Most clones don't want to learn mando'a, as they most don't like the trainers - yes, I know there might be evidence of otherwise but honestly 1) I am using the higher canon (that is, the cartoon) as a baseline 2) not every clone must have known mando'a (or even know a lot of words, maybe just basic words)/not every clone may have wanted to learn the mando'a, especially if they had bad trainers, which we know it's a possibility of existing

also I think it would be interesting to tackle that point of view

Anakin doesn't actually yeet Rex that often, just that Rex had been thrown in the battle right before the Bad Batch arc in tcw

Rex hair is bleached, but Crys has natural blond hair, just he dyes it often and that's why It's Like That

Obi-Wan actually goes to the medics often, and Anakin too (except on high stress situations), Ahsoka was the only one who didn't go to the medics and that was only during the first two or so missions because she 'should be a better fighter' but she outgrew that very quickly.

etc., send me the other things please

#mr talks #mr ideas #clone wars #the clone wars #star wars #other characters #ignore me #not

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midtownsparker · 6 years ago

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fortune’s fool; p.p.- 5

peter parker x reader

A/N: moving to my main from @midtownsparker

requested: nope

Words: 900+

Warnings: none

summary: Two Empire State University students fated to meet

let me know if you’d like to be added to my tag list!

requests are open!

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | masterlist

5. Correspondence

28 y/o Peter, 26 y/o reader

8 May

Dear Peter,

Thank you for that very… vivid description of Thor’s morning routine. (We all could kind of tell he was a bit full of himself anyway, but pep talks in the mirror? Come on!) All is well here in the city. MJ and Ned have coerced me into volunteering at the rec center every Sunday despite my heavy workload, but I’ve found myself really enjoying it. This last semester is kicking my ass, but I’m powering through it with the help of my professors. I visited May last week. She said you broke your arm fighting off bad guys. I wish you’d have told me.

Until next time,

Y/N

14 May

Dear Smarty Pants,

Yeah, I did break my arm a couple of weeks ago, but it healed right up in a matter of days. (Perks of being a super freak, right?) I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to worry you, but if it happens again, I’ll be sure to give you all the gruesome details! I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself at the rec. Ned and MJ are lucky to be able to see you every week. In interesting news, Tony and I are working on developing a prototype for an updated web fluid. If all goes well, it’ll be stronger while simultaneously using less materials. There’s talk of him bringing Princess Shuri from Wakanda back in to take a look at it, too. Remember how she fixed up my suit a couple of years ago? So far, there have been more explosions than breakthroughs, so any help is welcomed.

Hope to see you soon,

Peter

(P.S. I caught Thor singing Firework by Katy Perry into his hairbrush the other day. I’ll send a vid if you want!)

21 May

Peter,

Please, for the love of GOD, send me that video of Thor!!! And actually, we may as well switch to email entirely at this point. I’m getting sort of tired of waiting by the mailbox every week. Anyway, I hope the tests are going well. What version of web fluid would this batch be? 12.5? 13? You’re updating them too fast for me to keep up! Now that school is coming to an end, I’ve found myself in search for a job or internship somewhere. How terrifying is that?! Soon I’ll be out in the real world doing…. adult things….. I miss having you here with me.

Write back soon (or email!!!!),

Y/N

(P.S. I never would’ve pegged Thor for a Katy Perry guy! I would’ve guessed Taylor Swift. Hmmmmm…)

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Subject: hey friend!

Smarty Pants,

Look at us entering the 21st century!! This would be web fluid version 14 already, can you believe it?!? It feels like only yesterday I was working on version 3.01. Anyway, if you really need a job, just ask Tony! I’m sure he good make good use of your talents up here. If not though, I’ve got a connection at Oscorp that I can get in touch with for you, so just say the word and I’ll give him a call. By the way, May told me she dropped by and found that you adopted a puppy (!!!). I wanna know all about it! And I miss you, too, of course. Let me know when and I’ll be back whenever you need me.

Love you tons,

Peter

(P.S. I think Thor was humming Shake it Off the other day when I was grabbing lunch. Closet Swiftie?? I think so. Let me know your take)

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Subject: hey friend!

Pete,

Thanks for the tips! I think I’ll see if I can get an interview at Oscorp. I’m not very sure how I feel about moving upstate to work for Tony Stark (sorry!), but if nothing works out here, I’ll give you a call. And yes, I did adopt a puppy!!! He’s a little mutt named Kipper!! He’s got mile-long ears and paws that are way too big for his little body. He was hit by a car when he was a newborn, but luckily he only lost one of his legs, which (obviously) just makes me love him even more. I hope you can come see him while he’s still little!

With love,

Y/N

(P.S. Thor is most definitely a closet Swiftie! Why do you think his hair looks like that?? You should definitely test our theory out next time you see him)

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Subject: He’s a swiftie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SP (I shortened it!! How do you like it??),

I couldn’t leave this to the post-script because it’s too exciting, but I played Hey Stephen (arguably one of Tay’s less popular songs, but my personal fav) in the kitchen with Thor the other day and guess who TOTALLY SANG ALONG!! I don’t even think he noticed he was doing it, because he grabbed a bottle of water and left without even acknowledging me!!! But now I know his secret!!! MUAHAHAHHAHA!!! Anyway, I gave Mr. Osborne at Oscorp a call He said he’d be reaching out to you soon if he hasn’t already, so be on the lookout for that. Kipper sounds absolutely adorable!! That’s sad about his leg, but I’m sure it gives him much more personality.

Missing you daily,

Peter

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Subject: i miss you.

come home.

#my writing #tom holland #tom holland fic #tom holland fanfic #tom holland imagine #tom holland oneshot #tom holland x reader #tom holland fluff #tom holland smut #tom holland angst #peter parker #peter parker fic #peter parker imagine #peter parker fanfic #peter parker oneshot #peter parker x reader #peter parker fluff #peter parker smut #peter parker angst

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questforgalas · 2 years ago

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The Bad Batch and Rex Reuniting with Their Jedi Partner After Order 66

I go absolutely insane for Jedi x Clone relationships, and thinking about a Jedi reuniting with their clone after Order 66 gives me the ultimate rollercoaster of emotions so here ya go (wow it feels good to get the writing juices going again)

G/N reader. I made myself cry with all of these, you're welcome

You were a Jedi shadow who occasionally accompanied the Bad Batch on missions. You were with them on Kaller when Order 66 happened but you got away with Caleb. Once Caleb is safely away from the Empire, you make your next move to get any information you can, and the only contact you trust at the moment is located on Ord Mantell. Cid offers you asylum and a place to lay low while you figure our your next move

One day while you're trying your best to reverse the many health code violations in Cid's bar, you feel a presence in the force that hits you like a punch in the chest as 4 clones in black and red armor enter the parlor

Hunter calling your name as you leapt over the river haunted you since Kaller

Seeing him standing in front of your made you unable to breathe

He sensed you the moment he walked in, whether it was your scent or your heartbeat you weren't sure, but he turned his head to you slower than you've ever seen him move before

The small blonde girl next to him noticed him stare, and she followed his eyesight, spotting you across the bar. "Is that a friend?" she asked

He didn't answer, just took a step forward like in a trance, but stopped immediately when he saw your hand instinctively hover where you hid your lightsaber

Slowly he raised his hands like placating a cornered animal, "They didn't activate, sweetheart. You're safe with us. You're safe with me."

You sensed it in the force, the truth in his words

He resumed his slow walk to you, the Batch holding their breath behind him

When he was an arms length away, you jumped into his arms, wrapping yourself around him and nuzzling your face into his neck. You felt him squeeze his arms around your waist, finding the crook of your neck, taking all of you in

No tears were shed. Just relief - slow, long breaths you've held since Kaller leaving you both

You stayed that way, wrapped in each other's arms, nuzzling as close as you can get

"Alright, you four, follow me. Clearly, these two need a minute," you hear Cid say from the safety of Hunter's shoulder

Four pairs of feet shuffle past you, a soft pat on your shoulder gives a warm, brief greeting, Echo most likely, before you're both left basking in each other's warmth

"I've got you, sweetheart. We'll figure this out together," he whispers in your ear. You snuggle closer in response

Wrecker wasted no time shoving through the group as soon as he saw you standing on the other side of the bar, eyes wide with shock

"Maker, what're you do..."

He immediately halts when he sees your hand reach for your hip

Of course, the last time you saw him was Kaller, he should've known you'd be suspicious

"It's ok meshla, ours didn't activate. Our chips are defective. Tell them Tech, tell them they're defective." You watch as he looks back at Tech with pleading eyes, body practically vibrating with his need to hold you

Without moving your hand, you move your eyes to Tech's who gives you an affirming nod "He's telling the truth. Our inhibitor chips failed to activate, and we are currently deserters of the Empire"

You didn't hear that last part though as you rushed to Wrecker who met with you equal enthusiasm halfway across the parlor

You were only crushed into his chest for a second or two before he was peppering your face with kisses

You felt yourself freely laugh for the first time since Kaller, playfully shoving him back so you could take in his face

He cupped your cheeks with his big hands, bringing your eyes to meet his

"Maker, I thought I'd never see you again, meshla. I'm so glad you're home"

Home. He was home, and you had no plans to leave ever again

He didn't notice you at first, too caught up in trying to figure out who Cid is

He continued on with his brothers, convinced this was the place for the Jedi contact

While he continued bantering with Hunter and Wrecker, you caught the eyes of Tech which widened when he saw you, but he remained quiet for Echo to discover for himself. His reassuring nod though told you all you needed to feel safe

You waited for the group to stop arguing, but when you saw things hadn't changed and no end was in sight, you couldn't help but laugh

Your laugh, as brief as it was, stopped him short

His back was to you, frozen, and he didn't turn around at first

The rest of his brothers turned in your direction, and Hunter's eyes darted between the two of you, warm smile on his face

What you didn't see was Echo close his eyes, telling his mind to stop playing these cruel tricks on him like it had been since Kaller - hearing your laugh, your soft singing on the marauder while they traveled around

When he finally turned around towards the source of the sound, he dropped his helmet

You gradually make your way to him as he remained frozen on the spot

The rest of the Batch shuffle to make room so you can get to him

As you get closer, your smile slowly grows with each step, tears welling

His eyes never leave yours, remaining wide and unblinking as if you're a mirage that's going to disappear

Finally, you're a hands length away from him, and you slowly raise your hand to rest on his cheek

As soon as skin meets skin, he releases the breath he'd been holding, and leans into the touch, closing his eyes and relishing in it

You let out a happy sob at the sight, your Echo back with you

Faster than hyperspeed, he snakes his arms around you, crushing you into his chest

His hand holds you in place while his scomp rubs soothingly up and down your back

You're full crying now, burying your face in his neck, thanking the Maker for not making you lose him a second time

"Shhh meshla, I've got you. I'm here. I'll always be right here. I'm not losing you again"

You can thank his observation skills and need to take in every detail of a new environment in order to study it for him spotting you right away

You were a bright spot compared to the many health code violations hiding within the bar

You waited on the other side, making your own observations, ready to reach for your lightsaber if needed

"No need for that, darling. Our inhibitor chips did not activate. They appear to be defective, possibly due to our mutations, and we were able to escape the Empire. Hence, why we are here"

You ease at the information, walking to meet Tech in the middle of the parlor

When you're close enough, you see something gleaming in his eyes. Happiness? Pride?

"You don't seem surprised to see me" you say to him, reaching for his hand

"Statistically, once you made your escape from Hunter on Kaller, and knowing your capabilities, I knew it was improbable that you would fall victim to Order 66. Although, finding you in a less than reputable bar in the Outer Rim is certainly a surprise"

Oh Tech, your Tech. So matter of fact and to the point

His explanation makes you laugh and shake your head

Not able to wait any longer, you grab him and pull him towards you

He softly smiles down at you as he cups your chin, bringing your lips to his

"What's the probability of us being separated again?" you ask him without pulling apart

"Very low. 0% in fact" he says before softly kissing you again

You reunited with the boys on Ord Mantell and stuck around with them as they figured out the new galaxy. Once you all sprang Crosshair free of the Empire, you removed his chip, and you stayed by his side the whole time as you waited for him to wake up

Every form of meditation in the galaxy could not calm your nerves

Crosshair's chip was removed 2 days ago and he'd been unconscious ever since

You never left his bedside, only eating and drinking when Echo or Omega brought you food and water

You'd laid your head down to rest some time ago when you felt his hand stir, yours laying on top of it

You shot up, holding yourself still as you watched him wake - groaning as his eyes adjusted and he took in the room

Slowly, they made their way to you, and you both froze

Every cell in your body wanted to throw your arms around him, but you gave him time to take in his new reality

"Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes"

The laugh that came out turned into a sob as you squeezed his hand

You're patient, spending the next few hours working through his guilt, helping him voice his insecurities, his doubts, his self-hatred, ready to combat each negative notion that dares make itself known

Hours later, you're both sitting in his med bed, leaning against the wall with your head on his shoulder

He has his arm around you, rubbing circles along your arm

After months of explosive run ins and uncertain truths, you bask in the quiet between you both

Whenever the tears escape, he quietly wipes them away, shushing them with soft kisses in your hair

In the night, a quiet confession

"I fought it. Every time I raised my rifle or pistol at you, I fought it. I could feel myself hesitating, yelling at myself in my own head"

You squeeze him tighter to you, nothing to say but letting him know that no matter what he reveals, you only want him closer

He brings you into his lap, legs curled over his, tucking you into his neck

"Thank you for never giving up. Thank you for fighting for me, even when I wouldn't fight for myself"

He places a gentle kiss in your hair before he tucks you further into him, resting his head on yours, letting the peaceful night settle around you both

You were a Jedi shadow in love with a certain captain and who occasionally accompanied the Bad Batch on missions. You were with them on Kaller when Order 66 happened but you got away with Caleb. Once Caleb is safely away from the Empire, you make your next move to get as far away from the Empire as possible

the blaster hole in his pauldron makes me so emotional ok anyway

it would take awhile, weeks even months before the reunion would happen with both of you trying to lay low as long as possible

Rex had the advantage of the Empire thinking him dead, you weren't so lucky

You only used the force once after the events, after you found yourself safely heading towards the outer rim, to reach out and search for Rex's signature

Once you felt it and felt it hadn't changed, unlike the other clones you knew, you immediately cut yourself off from the force going into hiding

It broke your heart cutting yourself off from him, but you knew it wasn't safe for him to be near you - and you still had a lot of questions

Later, settled on a backwater planet far from the Empire's reach and with the galaxy continuing on, you risk a short connection with the force with one thing in mind

You feel him, faintly, but he's still there and he's still your Rex

Months later, one day when you check on him, his signature is the strongest it's been since the war

You're too curious and too lonely, you hold onto it, knowing what you're risking, but follow it through the forest and to the clearing a few kliks from where you've established home

A small, abandoned farm greets you. A ship waits not far from the homestead, and two figures stand just by the porch. He shares the face with millions and is all the way across the clearing, but you'd recognize him anywhere

He's with another clone, and softly you reach out with the force to check their signatures - both unchanged, both not filled with hate and confusion like so many of the other soldiers after the war

It only took two steps into the clearing before you saw him stiffen and whip his head in your direction.

Of course he could sense you without you even opening yourself up to him.

You keep walking. He doesn't take his eyes off of you

Suddenly, like his brain needed a minute to catch up, he breaks into a sprint to you, the clone left behind laughing as he watches the stoic captain appear to finally lose it

You don't see him approach you since tears blocked your vision as soon as you saw him start running

Half attempts to wipe the waterfalls from your cheeks are halted when your feet leave the ground and you're crushed into a hard chest, arms wrapping around you tighter than a force choke

Pulling back, you're both crying and laughing, not fully believing this is actually happening

You try to wipe the tears from his cheeks, he pushes the hair that's fallen in your face away

Words are being whispered, whatever can be kissed is kissed

Eventually, you both manage a deep breath, and Rex brings his forehead to yours

For the first time since the war ended, you feel a calm in the force you never thought possible again

#tay writes #star wars #the bad batch #order 66 #hunter #wrecker #echo #tech #crosshair #the bad batch hunter #the bad batch echo #the bad batch tech #the bad batch wrecker #the bad batch crosshair #captain rex #the bad batch headcanons #captain rex headcanons #clones x Jedi!reader #jedi!reader

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dystopicjumpsuit · 1 year ago

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So many great recs so far! There's actually a fantastic community of clone girlies (gn) on Tumblr, but we do tend to keep to our little corner of the fandom. I wanted to share the Matchmaking AU masterlist because it's a treasure trove of fluff (mostly SFW; any mature content is noted), and because so many of the writers who have contributed have other AMAZING fics outside that AU.

For Cody specifically, I want to shout out @wings-and-beskar (he is, after all, the love of her life). @imarvelatthestars has an incredible series about the homeless clone veteran from the Kenobi series (started before Disney revealed his name, so he'll always be Tai in my heart). @enigmaticexplorer writes gorgeous, complex, introspective and HOT fics about a variety of characters, and they're all equally wonderful. Also, in case you're open to Bad Batch fics, @523rdrebel has a lovely, thoughtful longfic in progress that pairs Crosshair with a delightful OFC.

I'm grateful for the tags from others, too! Y'all are too kind. My own work mostly focuses on lesser-known clones and ranges from one-shots, to short multichapters, to a complete longfic about Kix after he wakes up from stasis. I write a mix of SFW and spicy fics, and I always tag mature content. I also have just begun to share a new longfic that focuses on Echo's adventures with Rex while he's separated from the Batch.

I also heartily second all the recs other people have shared already; there are some wildly talented writers in this fandom!

I have come to realise that there not enough star wars clone fics to read on Tumblr and I don't mean the bad batch ;-; I wanna see more of content on Cody, fox and other troopers T-T heck I even love ocs but can't find any. So I figured why not start writing my own fics ✨✨. In the mean time can you guys please recommend me your fav fics 🙂🙂✨

(also pls recommend your fav star wars fics)

#fic rec #tcw fanfic

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stars-n-spice · 2 months ago

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Welcome Back!

To yet another Silly Squad Saturday! Aka my attempt to post something Silly Squad (Bad Batch x Baddies Batch) related - be it headcanons, one-shots/fics, or art - every Saturday! Because Silly Squad Saturday has a nice ring to it and it eases into OC Sunday pretty nicely :)

That and I want to try and motivate myself to do more with these guys because I post about like,, 10% of the collective lore I have about them while the rest of the 90% stays up in my brain.

This week we've got: A Sharpshooters WIP!

I had an idea for a comic but thought it would be easier to write a one-shot for it instead. Rookie mistake. Oh well!

Anywho, enjoy the either first half or first chapter of a fic surrounding the idea that literally everyone on Pabu is protective of Crosshair (from his siblings, to their partners, to the islanders themselves) so when he introduces Tay to them all, they all get on his ass to make sure he doesn't hurt Crosshair in any way.

Tay’kaa Marr had faced some formidable foes in his past as a former gladiator turned mercenary for the Black Sun and later the Empire, so he was no stranger to going up against danger. He was a man who loved a challenge and never backed down when one was presented to him–ever relentless in his pursuit of victory.

However, years of hardship, experience, and running the risk couldn’t prepare him for the challenge that lied in front of him and the foes he now had to deal with. Nothing he’d ever faced before came even remotely close to what he had to deal with now:

Meeting Crosshair’s family.

“Relax, dumbass, you’ll be fine,” Crosshair claimed, watching his boyfriend pace back and forth in the cargo hold of the Gozanti-class shuttle Tay totally didn’t steal from Black Sun and was now using as his own ship and temporary living quarters while being on Pabu. It was refurbished and a lot cozier than it was before and it was a place Crosshair found himself visiting whenever he needed some space and comfort away from it all.

The two were currently getting ready to go and make their rounds around Pabu to formally meet Crosshair’s family, both of them finally having the courage to do so now that Tay was here on Pabu with Crosshair and had no plans of going anywhere any time soon. It was a huge step for both of them and Crosshair would be lying if he said he wasn’t terrified, yet the fact that his usually confident, suave, people-person boyfriend was seemingly so nervous about the whole ordeal had eased Crosshair’s nerves to the point of amusement.

“Psh, of course I can handle it,” Tay responded with a scoff, looking over his shoulder and shooting Crosshair a small, playful glare.

“I’ve made it easy for you. You’re just meeting them one at a time. I didn’t want to overwhelm you all at once…” he informed in a low drawl, absentmindedly rubbing his thumb over the textured parts on his new prosthetic hand that Omega had painted some doodles on the other day.

“Surely you can handle that,” Crosshair smirked, his tone teasing as he watched Tay momentarily pause and consider his words. Boom. Hook, line and sinker. The man couldn’t resist a challenge and Crosshair knew this well.

“I’m just…nervous on your behalf-” He claimed, an awkward chuckle slipping past his lips as he turned around and slowly made his way over to where Crosshair was lounging on some rations crates like a damn loth cat.

“My behalf?” Crosshair repeated, raising an eyebrow as he slowly sat up and folded his arms across his chest.

“So you admit you’re nervous then?”

“On your behalf-” Tay reiterated, stopping right in front of Crosshair as he attempted to flash his ‘this-is-me-trying-to-get-away-with-this’ smile, which obviously didn’t work as Crosshair had long since been unaffected by said smile.

Crosshair clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes in response, biting back a small grin because any bit of amusement would either A) Feed Tay’s ego and make him think he could still use his charm on Crosshair or B) make the poor bastard even more nervous about the whole ordeal and that last thing Crosshair wanted was either thing.

Yes, he was nervous too, but Crosshair preferred to just rip off the bandage now and get it over with despite knowing his boyfriend was the type to avoid and ignore any sort of feelings that didn’t make him feel good.

“Oh, right. On my behalf,” Crosshair echoed sarcastically as he shook his head, “How very touching…So thoughtful…” He smirked a bit and reached out to Tay’s lower lethorns, wrapping his hands around them and giving them a tug so Tay stumbled forward with a small gasp of surprise.

Before he could fall over, Tay caught himself against the crate, his hands on either side of Crosshair’s thighs and pinning him in place while Crosshair kept his hands around the lethorns. It took Tay a moment or two to register what had happened, his brain slowly processing it as he blinked in confusion before he shook his head and let out a small huff at the sarcasm in Crosshair’s voice, though he knew the man was only teasing him.

“I’m serious, Cross-” he grumbled, watching as Crosshair’s gaze was fixated on the silver clasps on his lethorns as he fiddled with them.

“You sure you want to do this? I mean…are you…ready to do this?” he asked, his tone suddenly serious enough for Crosshair to pause and consider his words as he slowly looked up to meet his boyfriend’s eyes.

He could tell Tay was nervous about the whole ordeal, after all appearances and reputation meant a lot to the man, but there was something more than that. Something that made Crosshair think that Tay really was nervous on Crosshair’s behalf and was just triple checking that he was comfortable enough with the idea of introducing Tay to his family. After all, it was a known fact that Crosshair wasn’t exactly an open book–not to Tay and not to his siblings either (though he was trying to get better at that)–so to bring them together seemed almost unrealistic to Crosshair when he really thought about it.

Crosshair had been sarcastic earlier, but he couldn’t deny that his boyfriend was actually incredibly sweet and thoughtful. Of course, the dense idiot wasn’t always like that, it was something Tay had learned to be over the time period since their first meeting, but it meant the world to Crosshair that Tay cared. That he really cared.

He felt a flutter in his chest and he scoffed it off in response, his gaze falling down to the space between them as he tried to will the heat that was creeping onto his cheeks to sink back into his–what was supposed to be–cold heart.

“Dumbass…” Crosshair muttered with a small click of his tongue before he forced himself to look up at Tay. “You think I wouldn’t have gone along with this if I wasn’t ready?” Crosshair questioned, his tone playful yet slightly insulting as he tugged at Tay’s lethorns.

“Well, I mean-” Tay fumbled, scrunching his face a little at the feeling of Crosshair pulling at his lethorns before his hands came up to wrap around Crosshair’s wrists, the cold feel of Crosshair’s prosthetic no longer catching him off guard, to tug his hands off of him.

“Don’t mean anything-” Crosshair grumbled, shooting Tay a small glare as the Chagrian pried his hands off of him, “-just meet them.”

With a huff, he pushed his hands forward and wrapped them around Tay’s lethorns again in an act of rebellion. Tay let out a small sigh, allowing it to happen, though he kept his hands around Crosshair’s wrists as his thumbs absentmindedly rubbed against Crosshair’s one pulse.

“Stop overthinking it…” Crosshair advised, giving Tay’s lethorns yet another tug to pull him closer.

“I like you better when you don’t think..” he teased with a small smirk, making Tay roll his eyes and let out a huff of amusement at the playful jab.

“Hmm…yeah, because my reckless behavior is so charming,” Tay all but purred sarcastically as he leaned closer down to Crosshair enough to press a chaste kiss against his lips.

“S’ not my fault I don’t think much…” Tay claimed in a low murmur against Crosshair’s lips, “Got hit in the head one too many times…”

“So quit thinking about this,” Crosshair urged with a small snort, returning the kiss for a second or two before he pulled away and grinned up at Tay.

“Besides…they want to meet you,” he informed, letting go of Tay’s lethorns finally only to give the Chagrian a playful shove. It caught Tay off guard, enough to make him stumble back and give Crosshair enough room to get up onto his feet.

“And I’m sure you’d rather not stay cooped up here on the ship all the time,” Crosshair added, motioning around the cargo bay as he started down the ramp and onto the sand. “Hiding like some kind of hermit,” he teased, looking over his shoulder at Tay with a smirk.

Tay rolled his eyes fondly, taking in the bits of the shuttle he’d been calling home for quite some time now. While it was starting to be familiar and was cozy enough for Tay, it still had hints of his past with Black Sun lingering in and around the hull like a ghost. It was home, yes, but some days and some nights, it hurt like hell to be in there–trapped with painful memories and bouts of regret and guilt.

Besides, the beaches and ocean of Pabu were calling to him. In their gentle waves that kissed the sand and sheer, clear blue water; they echoed the call of Champala–a home Tay never had the pleasure of growing up in despite its waters running through his veins.

Maybe Pabu could be that new home…He just had to take the first steps towards it.

“Yeah, yeah…” Tay muttered, shaking his head as a small smile slowly formed across his features while he watched Crosshair walk down the ramp.

“You just want to show me off,” Tay half-joked, feeling some of his usual confidence return as he took Crosshair’s advice and decided not to think about it; his feet moving before his brain could talk him out of it.

Hearing the confidence return to Tay’s voice and the footsteps falling behind him, Crosshair couldn’t help but grin despite Tay’s teasing remark. It seemed like it was finally happening and there was no turning back for either of them.

“In your dreams, lover boy,” Crosshair responded, calling over his shoulder towards Tay as he watched the man hurry down the ramp to join him.

“C’mon, I’ve always wanted to be a trophy boyfriend-” Tay quipped as he caught up with Crosshair and gave him a playful nudge.

“Y’know, go back to the good ol’ days…” he joked, poking light at his past as a former champion gladiator; as if they weren’t some of the most physically and mentally traumatizing years of his life. But that was just like Tay to make a joke out of something like that and Crosshair couldn’t help but roll his eyes and shoot Tay a look.

“Forget about it,” Crosshair retorted, shaking his head as he huffed and put his hand in Tay’s own. “You’re not a damn trophy, you’re my boyfriend. Now hurry up, I don’t want to keep my siblings waiting-”

Tay had little chance to protest or react in any way for that matter as Crosshair began to drag him along down the shore and over to the docks, though Tay wasn’t really looking to complain. Crosshair’s declaration had his heart fluttering and his chest filling with warmth as the two of them started towards the beginning of something new.

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galaxystony · 7 years ago

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fortune’s fool: peter parker V

peter parker x reader

A/N: I PROMISE THIS PART AND THE NEXT WERE SUPPOSED TO BE ONE CHAPTER BUT.... IT WAS LONG AF SO HERE IS THIS TO TIDE YOU OVER THX & GOD BLESS! Alsooooo so so sorry it’s been a whole ass year lmao i’m tryING my best!!! i hope i can have part 6 out within the week thanks for bearing with me!!

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Words: 900+

Warnings: none

summary: Two Empire State University students fated to meet

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5. Correspondence

28 y/o Peter, 26 y/o reader

8 May

Dear Peter,

Until next time,

Y/N

14 May

Dear Smarty Pants,

Hope to see you soon,

Peter

(P.S. I caught Thor singing Firework by Katy Perry into his hairbrush the other day. I’ll send a vid if you want!)

21 May

Peter,

Write back soon (or email!!!!),

Y/N

(P.S. I never would’ve pegged Thor for a Katy Perry guy! I would’ve guessed Taylor Swift. Hmmmmm…)

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Subject: hey friend!

Smarty Pants,

Love you tons,

Peter

(P.S. I think Thor was humming Shake it Off the other day when I was grabbing lunch. Closet Swiftie?? I think so. Let me know your take)

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To: [email protected]

Subject: hey friend!

Pete,

With love,

Y/N

(P.S. Thor is most definitely a closet Swiftie! Why do you think his hair looks like that?? You should definitely test our theory out next time you see him)

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To: [email protected]

Subject: He’s a swiftie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SP (I shortened it!! How do you like it??),

Missing you daily,

Peter

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To: [email protected]

Subject: i miss you.

come home.

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11toe11-blog · 4 years ago

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oNce again on that sTreet

I suppose I am at a point where, i need to sit down and draw this out of me. Clean the well.

Shuba asked me yesterday. Why dont i write. I do. Almost every other day. About something or the other. As observations. Contemplations. Very rarely once in a while meanders into poetry and almost never creative fiction.

I am...afraid of fiction.

There i said it.

I suppose then its corollary goes that I am afriad of reality. Maybe.

But let me start with fiction and try and lean into the obvious and apparent fear of fiction. As i write i notice a weight, a clenching in the middle of my chest. And rolling up to my throat.

But lets persist this one time.

I am making it a point to note the very obvious physical sensations as i write.

So yes, fear of fiction.

Yesterday Rajiv shared a talk between Marina Abramovic and Alejandro I ( I forget the surname but the same guy who made birdman). Talkin about Virtual Reality as the next frontier of creative exploration after film, he mentioned about how the human brain makes no distinction between reality and fiction. Obviously more so in case of VR, but garden variety novels and comic strips and books and stories and theatre and film and all of that fall into that space where the brain makes no distinction between what is my reality lived and expereinced and, even if briefly the story of another. From experience i know, some of us are better than others at extricating ourselves from the story we entered to continue walking in the present, many of us carry the seeds and suggestions of te story, and many many of us remain in the story.

That makes stories very powerful and dangerous.

That makes story tellers very powerful and dangerous.

Layers and layers of stories wrapped around. Layers and layers of memories. Layers and layers of connections. Gateways of infinite possibilities on one had. And very own, home spun energy leeching coccoon on the other.

My brain particularly has had difficulties distinguishing stories and reality. Ive grown up with stories. Like most kids. Like most kids who loved loved listening and reading to stories and were surrounded by generous adults who lavished attention as stories of adventures great and small, stories read or retold or instantly woven.

By the time i started on film, I could watch a movie. And sit then later sit and play the whole thing back and watch it in my mind. My own personal Netflix. I could run it when ever i was alone - in the loo, before i slept, when i woke up, yada.

After my sexual encounter with an older cousin at the age of 8 years, these films began to have distinct sexual content too. I could replace characters. Mix up relationships. Easily enter relams of taboo. So while outwardly i was struggling with the shame and social anxities and adaptation, my inner world and ofcourse my body demanded the thrill of the grind. That heightended feeling when one could rub ones vagina against something. A swollen penis covered by denim, a leg, a thigh, another vagina, pillow.

Well, given a young girl in kerala, i am sure you can imagine the confusion of the middle class family facing their own share of social and emtional hardships. The school that preffers children like a batch of uniformed cupcakes. Encountering this strange child who seemed wild and untamable. Plenty of trashings and socail embarassments and isolations.

Ofcourse not to mention, adventures. And misadventures.

I suppose since my mind could go anywhere, into any restricted area, physical restrictions made no sense. I remember dreaming up a story of the romance between two of my young teachers, both married to different people. Can you beleive the thrashing i got when i started telling these stories and it finally reached my teacher.

Or of imaging the sex lives of the young Brahmin couple with a child and parents living with them. I imagined them waking up after everyone had gone to bed and first the guy would make his way to the bathroom aoutside and then the wife would follow him. And there they would have steamy sex, have a quiet shower together and sneak back into the house.

I was happily making porn even before internet.

Well. I suppose so was the rest of the state, i suppose. The older i grew, i dont think i accepted it because i probably had drawn a veil of self-propriety, most of the people around me too were living out imgained sexual fantasies. That was hard to accept.

Like knowing that my father had affairs of sorts, or walking into him holding the handsof the servant girl in the darkest corner of the house and him suddenly making a scene about her having not done some work and her giggling. Or my mother hinting constantly at my fathers transgressions and waywardness, possibly to allay her own pressures and guilt of pleasures.

Knowing that my mother lied to me about her relationship with her best friend...what was simple and liberal suddenly turned murky. And murkier when she had a strange toxic sexual relationship with the substaff in her office. Depiste the sick sadomachotistic territory it went through and put all of us through, the class-lessness also mattered to me too i suppose. And years of silence and protecting honor and holding the family together and all those things

A simultaneous tightening and release of the chest.

Why did i meander into this dark alley? Because stories are full of dark alleys. The mind is full of dark alleys. How to shine some light could be what stories are about.

BUt then, in the hands of some, its possible to turn off the lights too with stories.

In my adult identity, i am surrounded by storytellers. Not passively as a book full of shelves or a netflix account. But the creators - film makes, illustrators, theatre makers, movers, singers, spiritual seekers, dream makers. At briefly before - journalitsts, PR gus, activists, hope makers. And before that colleges/ schools - naarative makers.

So yea, I am surrounded by storytellers. I chose this, obviously. I chose in my life path to be surrounded by storytellers. Yet i want nothing to do with them .

As much as a part of me years to play and spin with them. Another part of me is terrified of them.

The tricksters.

Who can make one buy into anything. Any idea. Lose ones self in a moment.

Offer ones mind on a platter. Mind and energy.

I doubt their intentions.

What do they want my attention for?

What are they going to do with all this attention they are getting? All this fuel they draw out of people and surroundings, what are they offering it to? Whose altar do they worship?

Obviously i havent never articulated these out aloud.

I would be without friends. Well over time i have ver very few anyways. So thats hardly the problem. I suppose the reasin i have never articulated this out aloud is probably beacuse, the three fingers point at me. I suspect corruption, because i have seen corruption within me.

The creating and dismantling of identities, hunting for attention, people becoming pawns, ambition, self obsession, narcissism, vacume. Addiction to the drama.

A vehicle, for the archtypes to do their dance. Chewed and spat out and regenerated and chewed and spat out and gathering sharrered pieces of life only to be chewed again. Reminds me of the moringa. BUt clearly the moringa is not complaining. I am.

Some part of me has had enough. With the circus. The puppet life.

Another part of is there, waiting in the wings on my toes to be swept in.

While i was always curious about the mind, i suppose it was never with this focus, this drive to tame it. And somewhere even in that i know i am still dancing, even if it appears like a non-dance. Kalari, Vipassna, Tai Chi, Tantra, Ramana. Even art therapy.

All of it is for self knowledge. And ofcourse the practises are taking one there, otherwise how else would this note have been possible. Though in my attitude, i am at war. There is a war for awareness and attention. I am at war with my mind. Even as i write it, i know how futile it is - same dog pulling at opposite ends of the same bone. How? Dog will go hungry. Period.

Meaningless.

I suppose the idea is to trust ones self. And self will take care of the mind. So in effect, even trust the mind because one has already trusted ones self. But my mind has gotten me into so much trouble, made friends with the craziest of archetypes that i am afriad. Yes, i am afriad of it. That it will get me into trouble again. I wont be able to distinguish and centre. And another archtype will possess and ride me. And my mind, will let it.

And all over again, i will lose my sense of self.

Pain. Confusion. Loss of dignity. Loss of stability. All of that i associate with that. And i am just resurfacing after one recent round. Brinks of insanity.

I suppose that is why i practise and hold on to the forms that have come to me. Kalari, Vipassana, Tai Chi. Thy have travelled through time. Stood the tests of the mind to anhilate them. And with them, Ill hopefully be able to fashion a key. To keep me safe.

Lightening of chest

There i said it. And i see that i am clinging. All this, to be safe. And if it is clinging to safety, it is the ego. Which wants to be safe. The mind wants to be safe from itself. Hirlarious!

Like puppet theatre. One hand plays red riding hood and the other hand plays the big bad wolf.

Distracting me from the puppeteer.

Why?

If i see the puppeter ill want to be the puppeteer?

Deep breath

I know i have a blindspot. Somewhere. And my attention moves from being the red riding hood or the wolf or the chase. Maybe if i was able to spot the blind spot, ill get to be the puppeter.

The puppeteer who either a good guy or a bad guy, being puppetered in a meta play. In a meta play. Loop.

Theatre of Earth.

It endless. And no way out.

Yes, way. Buddha way.

But that doesnt seem to be my question now.

It seems to be, how do i get to play the playwright in one of the plays, at whever level. What is there to lose. Its all only a play.

Playwright. Setting the frame for the magic. Or witch craft as someone in the comment section of the Marina- Alejandro talk said. Fiddling with the Tao. Not letting nature be. Not letting it be, but manipulating it. Power play.

The fundamantal question posed by monotheistic practises to the tantric/multi - must the mindscape be meddled with?

BUt then, unless we are in a continuus state of observation - are we continously always meddling with the mindscape one way or the other? Setting intention , desiring outcomes. God on No God. Arent we taking part in changing the play, upstaging the director, the playwright one way or the other.

Isnt every upstaging also written into the meta play?

What is one to do?

To do or not to do?

Even non doing actively is still doing - reminds ramana.

In flow, even doing feels like non doing - from expereince.

In earlier attempts to create full length work. Infact in earlier writings big or small, iremember most of it being largely dark, and not wanting to share / put out there the very dark ones.

My first play, petticoats still sits in paper after many rewritings.Because i couldnt bring myself to put much dark ness out there. Because in the process of rewiting it, i felt i had given into something very dark and powerful, and expereinced wanting to manipulate - lash out at the audience. Expereinced being manipulated - my own life giving way at the seams and lines got blurred.

Powerful forces, i have now come to understand.

Similar experience with the art therpay project too.

And now a word to get a sense of it - archetypes.

But hey! I survived. I am writing this am i not. So what am i scared of? The pain and agony and confusion. Losing balance. Giving into the dark egoistic mind.

Somewhere the mind gents hijacked - i stop being the story teller / reseacher and becomes a character - self obsessed and seeking power. One of the default slip intos.

So what am i saying?

So basically, i am/you are saying, i/you want to open this door. But i know this dragon awaits behind it. I have lost it, been mauled by it multiple times. And i am shit scared of opening that door and being mauled.

Is there a way for me to tame the dragon?

Or should i just walk away from the door and forget all about the dragon. There is a very good chance that it might reappear else where. Atleast in this case, it is a known devil.

My sisters instagram post just read “ My friend is an artist. And he likes my company. Do i need more validation?”

A muse, channeler of inspiration. One has been that. But that didnt suffice. I want to be “one of them”, clearly. Yet, i want nothing to do with them clearly.

Do i weild a tool, a weapon or not.

If i weild it, i can choose not to use it.

If i dont weild it?

I suppose there is so much ego still left in me, that i dont want to play second fiddle. I want my own sunshine.

Or ……..

Lets look at it another way

is it an exercise is self discovery self knowlege? Then the entire approach is observational - comprehend and understand and question the self - rather than say and state.

An enquirey. v/s An expression

All enquireys are expressions

All expressions need not be enquireys

What is the fundamental question - Abhishek had asked. In my first playwrighting process.

I thought, at that time, that it had to be an intelligent question

Today after a decade of life, i understand that to be - What is the question i am/you are/ one is seeking to find an answer to? What are you grappling with? Articulate it into a question the best you can and explore it the medium of writing aplay. Use your imagination - to move characters- change them, puppeterr - but remember the essence - it is not for you to gain power. Play god, no and then let it go into your head. And be devoured by your own demon. No. Thats happened enough now. So we now know what not to do. And what this is not.

Now the essence is to - very clearly, scientifically - explore humbly. Approach your gift of imagination - humbly. Opening the door gently. Entering softly - EVERY TIME. With great respect.

And work / play there with the questions.

And quietly and humbly leave. Taking no more. Demanding no more that thevery process of observation and meaning making.

Reminds me of sandplay.

In the 6 pages and 2 hours, i feel a certain reassurance. I feel like i have asked, without really knowing how to ask. And have been answered to. Quietly.

Keep the frame wide. And work fiercely to be regular. But with gentleness. And deep honesty.

Go on and write.

You can make meaning in many ways for yourself. Writing is one of your earliest tools. Use it to make friends with the dragon behind the door.

You have a very solid physical practise to ground yourself, to navigate the storms. The body practice and the garden. Trust that.

Between the two, the earthing of the physical discipline and access to the mindscapes, you will start finding meaning.

That itself is the purpose. To find meaning.

Remember to enter mindscape, imagination only after knocking on its door. And to close the door behind you as you leave.

It is the great seas. You know that already. Offer her respects. She will test you to see if you have come/become greeedy. Remind her and yourself that youve come for meaning. ANd truth.

Meaning is truth after all. Layers stacked up, coinciding for a perfect opening. Insight.

Where is love in all this? I wondered

What is not love? Pat comes the answer.

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Passing the Time

Notes: a quick little diddy I wrote inspired by this art created by @zaana that I couldn't get out of my head and I also need pre-order 66 moments with the Batch like I need air. Just Crosshair and Hunter being soft bros and reminiscing

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Staring up at the night sky, Crosshair counts 7 different constellations laying within his vision. The midnight air still carried the day’s humidity, causing a thin layer of sweat to coat his skin underneath his armor even as he relaxes against the boulder he settled against at the beginning of his watch shift. A breeze rustles the palm fronds hanging above them, softly grazing his face, and in the distance, waves are heard softly rolling onto the beach on the other side of the grove.

Hard to believe just hours ago they were knee deep in Separatist territory doing what they do best. Especially what Wrecker does best with explosives.

Checking his vambrace’s chrono, they aren’t due to leave for Kamino for another 5 hours. Finally returning home after nearly 5 months of missions. Giving a content hum, he crosses his legs in front of him, leaning further into the boulder and settling in for the remainder of the night. The only noise disturbing the soft jungle symphony coming from the GNK droid keeping him company.

A thud from behind catches his attention, causing him to glance over his shoulder back at the Marauder. The gate was left open, letting the soft interior light spill onto the jungle floor and illuminate the figure walking towards him. Turning back to the jungle, Crosshair reaches into his belt taking out a toothpick to place between his lips as he waits for his sergeant to join him.

“Can’t sleep?” he asks when Hunter settles in next to him, using the GNK as an improvised chair.

“Can’t shut it down tonight,” Hunter replies. Crosshair gives a hum, understanding. As they grew older, the nights Hunter couldn’t shut his senses down became more rare, but occasionally, after a string of tiring missions, they could prove too much for his exhausted mind.

“Echo and Wrecker out?”

“Like lights.”

“Tech?”

“Doing something to the Marauder. As always.”

Crosshair huffs a sigh. “He’s going to work himself to death.”

“When did you become a mother hen?” Hunter jokes, playfully jabbing an elbow into the sniper’s arm. That earns him a grumble that loses its bite when Crosshair can’t help the smile tugging on his lips.

“Simply keeping the efficiency of the squad in mind,” Crosshair counters.

“Uh huh. Don’t worry, Cross. Your secret’s safe with me. Can’t let anyone think you’re not a prickly asshole,” Hunter teases.

The sniper rolls his eyes and flicks the toothpick to the other side of his mouth as he looks back up to the sky, letting the comfortable silence between him and Hunter settle around them. Mind on the brother likely buried in wires, he smiles up at the stars as his thoughts bring up memories previously forgotten.

“Remember when we were younglings,” Crosshair starts, “and he was determined to build his own battle droid? Wanted it to go on missions with us.”

Hunter groans, “Convinced Wrecker to break into the training lab with him to scrap and carry parts back to our barracks. Was set on having it ready for our next simulator. Stayed awake for days to finish it. He was so tired, he accidentally mis-wired the activation so it came alive in the barracks. Started firing everywhere.”

“A bolt went right by my head! Hit my favorite target card!” Crosshair exclaims as he pushes himself off of the boulder, turning his body towards Hunter.

“I’ve never seen Wrecker move so quickly when he flipped the table and took cover,” Hunter continues. “I had to tackle Tech down since he was still in a stupor, just staring at the droid wildly firing. It finally ran out of juice after a minute, but the damage to the barracks…”

“Can’t believe Nala Se’s check up was scheduled for that day. Remember the look on her face when she opened the door?” Crosshair says with a laugh.

“Still not as good as Lama Su’s when I had to explain to him what happened after being called to his office,” Hunter snickers. “Only the second time that week too. Pretty sure that was a record for us.”

“What was the most?”

“In one week? Nine. Became more frequent after Echo joined. Who knew an ARC would be such a troublemaker,” Hunter chuckled.

“He’s not so bad. For a reg.”

Hunter flicked his gaze up to Crosshair and smiled at the fondness he found in his eyes. No one was more protective of their squad than the ARC, and no one was more protective of the ARC than their sniper.

Turns out, Echo has as much patience for bullies as he does for Separatists, and the Batch learned quickly that something as small as a snide look sent their way resulted in it being punched off the reg’s face by a scomp. Naturally, Echo’s fierce loyalty and no hesitation to knock down regs earned him a high spot in Crosshair’s regard.

“Pretty sure he gets it from that Fives he’s always talking about,” Crosshair says.

“Can’t really picture Rex having a bunch of rowdy ARCs,” Hunter mutters.

“I think Skywalker required all of his attention. Let the others get away with it,” Crosshair chuckles.

Hunter matches his chuckle with his own. “Remember when…”

Surrounded by the quiet of the jungle, the brothers swap stories until the dark hours of night soften with the first rays of the sun crawling up to the horizon. The quiet is interrupted by Wrecker’s laugh inside the ship, and the sergeant and the sniper join their squad as they prepare to return home.

#tay writes #divider by samspenandsword #star wars #the bad batch #hunter #crosshair #echo #tech #the bad batch tech #the bad batch echo #the bad batch crosshair #the bad batch hunter #pre order 66 bad batch #soft bros

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