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She/Her 42 year olds.Just a place were I share my intereste about my favorite fandom (Star Wars, Transformers, Marvel, Mass Effect and many other). Beware of the silliness.  [English is not my mother tongue and I'm dyslexic, I apologise for my mistakes]       ...

[corneliaavenue-ao3]

Reblog to give prev the power to write their fanfiction

[gnar-slabdash]

Reblog to give prev the TIME to write their fanfiction

[cutebutalsostabby]

Reblog to give prev the hocus focus to write their fanfiction.

[septic-dr-schneep]

Reblog to give prev the energy to write their fanfiction

[imsopopfly]

Reblog to give prev the executive function to write their fanfiction

[snotbuggle]

This is from a headcanon I have for Hunter based on that scene from the book where he and Phee are walking around Pabu

I think that Hunter floats aimlessly in the water while basking in the weather to unwind. That he lays and feels all of the slight changes in the water’s current and temperature. That he lets the sea breeze dampen the skin above the water and then feels the change of winds on his misted face. That he listens to all the warbled sounds under the water of fish moving and boats crawling. That he smells the salty, fishy air. And that he just lets all of his senses do what they want as he drifts away, only moving if he needs to. I like to think he becomes so still that fish don’t realize he’s alive, and that he can just graze them as he wishes without their notice.

[copacabana-badbatch-au]

Introducing Wrecker!

Wrecker grew up in the Bronx with his three brothers, the son of New Zealand immigrants, a few streets over from his older cousins Echo and Fives. He was conscripted into the Army in 1942 at eighteen and was quickly pulled into the Office of Strategic Services by Captain Rex. Alongside his brothers, he became an integral part of the 99th OSS Operational Group — the Bad Batch. His specialty among them is explosives, finding new and creative uses for each bomb in the arsenal.

Not long after being drafted, he was caught in a bad accident. It left scarring across the left side of his body, cost him the sight in his left eye, and took most of the hearing in his left ear.

Of the four brothers, Wrecker is the loudest and the hardest to miss. He is quick to laugh, quick to act, and genuinely fond of just about everyone he meets. While in active duty, he wrote to his younger sister Omega as much as he could, sending letters stuffed with small trinkets found on missions and drawings he’d made for her.

After the war, he took a job at the Copacabana as a bouncer, a perfect position for his large stature, and one that continues to keep his family close.

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[kyraltre]

The clone underground didn't have a lot of beds to start with- when the clones from Tantiss came home, the bed situation got even worse. Sister always knew she had to share her private room with any other sister or sibling that comes home, she keep the other bed ready for them.

When Emerie came home with all the vode from Tantiss, the other bed in the room was left unused. Sister wouldn't have it any other way.

speedpaint under the cut // <ref>

I gave Sister the bands from her upper arm armor in a tattoo as a memory of the armor she used to wear. She also has lots of lil scuffs to her skin and a slight tan that Emerie doesn't due to her time out on the war front compared to Emerie's sheltered lab life. I also think about Sister's hair being looser now that she isn't shoving a helmet over it every 5 secongs.

I love them so much your honor.

[letshareapapou]

How fast Mayday adjusts to Tech

[whlshrk944]

Hunter: Tech, come on. What did I tell you this morning about data pads at the dinner table?

Tech, without looking up: You said the breakfast table.

Hunter: 

Hunter: …. it’s the same FUCKING table.

[robotsandramblings]

Tech, dryly: so no data pads at the fucking table then

Crosshair: i think they call that a bed

Hunter: i am going to kill both of you

[ffdemon]

Echo : Hey there! What did i says about killing at the table?

Wrecker : *around a mouthfull* That blood is nasty and you would not clean after ourself

[medius-prime]

Better to ask for forgiveness than permission?

(Have a silly little comic :])

[le-jardin-inculte]

The Bad Batch 1.10 Common Ground & The Bad Batch 2.06 Tribe

for all your suspicious Echo needs

Bonus:

[ohwhatagloomyshow]

do you remember why you followed prev

yes :)

no :)

Remaining time: 4 days 7 hours

[therainjumper]

OH YEAH!

It’s Wrecker Wednesday! What do you guys think?

[weirdphotographernerd]

Reblog if you’re a clone, you support clones, or if you’d throw chancellor Palpatine off a very tall building

[badbatchbitch]

So in the process of writing the next chapter of my fic I often do this thing where when I have the vague beats of a scene/chapter I put little reminders in all caps when the flow comes to me of how I want the chapter to unfold and… well…

I know it’s not exactly groundbreaking but I want you to know I’m sticking to form 😌

[ffdemon]

Live feed of CT-9904 first though the second he out of his growing pod.

[the-bi-space-ace]

for the character asks!! echo + amnesia? 👀

...bro.... immediately... immediately I had the angstiest idea and I need to take a breath bc OOOOOOOF

I think there will be a very brief period in both my 'Echo is Dead' fic (coming this fall) and my 'Fives Lives' fic (coming.... some time in 2027 oops lol where he will at least not immediately remember the people he loves because trauma ya know? so, not fully amnesia, but he does have little lapses in memory so it's worth a mention!

So, to my idea >:)

Amnesia (set in S3 of tbb)

When Rex heard the news that Echo had been injured on the last mission for the network, and that they brought him in unconscious he wasn't exactly sure what to expect. The only thing that kept his head on straight was that Cody had been with him and had, of course, gotten him out of there otherwise unscathed. Cody, who was sitting vigil by Echo's bedside when Rex got there. No sooner did Cody look up to say something stupid like 'I'm sorry' did Echo let out a noise, making both of them snap their heads towards him.

Rex snagged a seat on the opposite side of the cot, leaning forward. He gripped Echo's hand, warming the skin between his palms so something was familiar as he woke. Echo didn't like the med equipment at the best of times. Theirs was more rudimentary than he was used to, even after his time with the 99s.

Echo groaned, head lolling. He blinked then squeezed his eyes shut. Slowly, he fought against the no doubt raging headache to open his eyes. They fell on Rex's face first.

"Rex?" Echo sounded confused, head tilting and eyes squinted. Without meaning to Rex let out a sigh of relief. He shared a look with Cody who seemed similarly placated.

"I'm here," Rex said, squeezing Echo's hand more firmly. It drew his eyes downward, brow furrowing as he looked at it, then his own chest, eyes widening. They seemed to bounce between the ports on his chest, the blanket covering his lap, and Rex's face.

"What happened?" Echo asked, voice trembling. It was then that Rex felt Cody's concern waft towards them, watching as he leaned up to try and assuage whatever fear was bounding around the man's chest cavity.

"You were injured. Hit your head pretty bad, but we got you out of there. That's what matters now." Cody gave him a strong smile and Echo looked at him, though his eyes didn't uncloud the way they should have. Concern drifted between them and Rex squeezed his hand harder.

"That doesn't... I was just on the ship. Didn't we just get to-" He trailed off, eyes still searching Cody's face for an answer that the commander couldn't give, not when he didn't even know the question. Cody reached out to press his palm to the side of Echo's face and Rex felt a pang of guilt as Echo leaned his cheek into the warmth, seeking out the comfort they were giving. Something was wrong but he couldn't tell what was going on.

Without moving from the contact Echo looked over at Rex now, an agony resting there that he hadn't seen in so long. Something he hadn't seen since-

"The Citadel. I remember getting to the prison but nothing after. Why does everything hurt so bad? What-" Echo broke off again, this time to let his eyes travel past Rex's face and towards where his lap was covered by the blanket. His breath picked up and a sinking feeling bottomed out in Rex's gut. Echo's body shook, almost convulsed. The bed was creaking with the force of it.

"That mission was years ago, Echo," Rex tried to make his voice sound soothing but Echo's demeanor was really freaking him out. Even worse, it was scaring Cody, who couldn't take his eyes off of Echo's face.

"I don't remember," Echo gasped, his chest rising and falling rapidly, confused and watery eyes bolting between them. His body jolted and then his breaths turned into something like a raspy whine that sounded like he couldn't catch his breath. "What happened to me? Where's Fives?"

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[anstarwar]

Shaak is still alive out there being a BAMF. I don’t know if she has the highest death count in SW, but 5 is still a lot

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Double art post Monday!

[k8s--space]

domino twins tubies

[daidrm]

Crosshair's Morning Routine

I did it. I finally finished the collection after a whole year.

Bonus scene:

[letshareapapou]