MissFrieden

Archivarian Idiot. I write stuff, and have a strange upload rhythm. Requests are open. I may talk and ask to much because I am that weird. Each typo is a special effect. Or caused by my slight deficiency in grammar.🇨🇭

[missfrieden]

Main Masterlist

Here can be found an over view of my writings, stories etc.

You can ask either here for all my works or on the others for a specific story.

The Bad Batch:

Tech:

Tech as a father (on going) long, like really long

Rabbits (Drabble, one shot)

Crosshair:

Prank (one shot)

Wrecker:

Snowflakes (one shot, xOC)

Au's:

Bad Batch ancient Egypt AU (started) takes long for a chapter due to research and making it work.

501st Battalion:

Hardcase:

Pebbling (one shot)

[missfrieden]

Hej guys, not sure if you still remember me. Or even wait for the next chapter.

But I need to be real for a bit.

Besides helping my dad recover from a surgery he had a few weeks ago, my mental health was also declining fast and rapidly till I couldn’t madk it. I simply didn’t have the energy to go on my laptop and edit a chapter.

Which may now take longer as I am locked up in the psych ward. So yeah that is this. I am okay and well, just exhausted. I will be posting again, but first I need to get my ducks in a healthy row again.

Thanks for the patience.

[lightspringrain]

Tech after his fall on Ediadu, floating in a bacta tank.

I've been added even MORE illustrations to my fanfic - Return From Darkness.

[missfrieden]

Still alive! And as it happens, life happens. And real life is on the front as always. A lot of helping my dad with his accident and preparing him to the operation that may come soon.

[missfrieden]

Tech as a father Chapter 83

I am still alive, barley just caught multiple viruses at once. Second round of antibiotics and now also a ear infection. To stubborn to be defeated. I am better. Just week two. Fever gone in the heat all good. Sorry!

Masterlist | AO3

Chapter 83: The unheard scream of pain

Amanda was sorting through some old scrolls. “Why weren’t they turned into holocrons long ago?” she mutters as she runs her fingers over the charred old flimsy. Thick and aged. This was her mission, turning them into holocrons, but then the Separatists payed some visits. Just as she gets a plate to start at piece this puzzle together, everything in and around her stops.

Her knees go weak, it feels painful to even breathe, let alone think clearly. Everything seems to scream, cry and be eerily quiet all at once. “What?” Amanda grabs with one hand the table and the other presses to her forehead. The Force… it is screaming in pain, sadness and… a warning. “What is going on?” Amanda mutters as she looks around through blurry vision. Is she hearing blaster shots? Are the Separatists back? Where are the clones? And then, one single scream, is all it takes for Amanda to snap back into focus. One painful scream, full of panic, fear and… confusion. Her legs get steady as she starts to run, reaching for her lightsabre.

As Amanda rushes to Alma's side, her world spirals into chaos and despair. The blaster shots ring out, but Amanda's focus is solely on her fallen padawan, her heart wrenching at the sight of Alma's wounded form. With a primal scream of anguish and rage, Amanda ignites her lightsabers, the brilliant blades casting a defiant glow in the darkness of the corridor. Time seems to blur as Amanda taps into the Force, her movements guided by instinct and desperation. She deflects blaster bolts with precision, each swing of her lightsabers a testament to her unwavering resolve to protect those she loves. In a haze of adrenaline and grief, Amanda scoops up Alma in her arms, her heart heavy with the weight of loss and sorrow.

She had to hook her lightsabres back to her belt. Her hands glowing where they touch Alma. She knows there is a small freighter, or cargo ship that brought materials. She just has to go there. For all the emotions crashing around her, she keeps her focus. Channelling the Force. She deflects the shots that would be a direct hit. It isn’t perfect, far from it. She feels the power of each hit more pronounced than normally. She will be bruised heavily, but she is also trying to heal her padawan. Which she is not even sure how badly injured she is, or where. She ignores the scream of the clones, the men she respects. Not sure what has gotten into them, she trusts them with her life, and yet they just tried to take Almas and hers as well.

With a final surge of strength, Amanda carries Alma to safety, commandeering a small cargo ship and fleeing the chaos and destruction that now consumes Callo. As the ship streaks through the darkness of space, Amanda clutches Alma to her chest, her mind reeling with the events that have unfolded. Alma's life hangs in the balance, and Amanda knows that their journey is far from over. But in the depths of her despair, a flicker of determination ignites within her. She will not rest until she has found a way to heal Alma's wounds, to bring her back from the brink of death and ensure that justice is served for the senseless tragedy that has befallen them. With the Force as her guide, Amanda sets course for a distant refuge, where she hopes to find solace, strength, and the means to wage a new battle against the forces of darkness that threaten to engulf the galaxy. But first she needs to tend properly to Alma.

As Amanda tends to Alma's wounds, her hands moving with a fluid grace born of years of Jedi training, tears mingle with the shimmering light of the Force that surrounds them. With each touch, each whispered word of encouragement, Amanda pours her own strength and vitality into Alma's broken form, willing her Padawan to cling to life. The air in the small cargo ship brims with the raw power of the Force as Amanda channels her healing abilities. With every heartbeat, with every breath, Amanda feels the weight of responsibility pressing down on her shoulders, a heavy burden that threatens to overwhelm her. But Amanda refuses to falter, refuses to give in to despair. She focuses all her energy, all her will, on Alma's fragile form, her mind a beacon of determination in the darkness of uncertainty. The ring on her finger glows with a radiant light, a symbol of love, a bond that transcends time and space. But she tries not to think about Tech, it would only distract her. Her focus remains on the pale, sickly, pink young girl before her.

As the moments stretch into eternity, Amanda pours every ounce of her being into the healing process, her own strength ebbing and flowing with each pulse of the Force. And as Alma's wounds begin to close, painfully slow, as the crimson stain on her chest dries into the act of betrayal, Amanda breathes a sigh of exhaustion, her heart heavy with the weight of what she has done. She is forced to take a break, she can’t go on without resting and healing her mind… if that is even possible.

But there is no time for rest, no time for reflection. With a gentle touch, Amanda cradles Alma in her arms, her eyes filled with a fierce determination to protect her Padawan at all costs. And as the ship hurtles through the void of hyperspace, Amanda whispers words of love and reassurance, her voice a soothing melody in the silence of space. While she gently moves Alma to the sleeping quarters. First getting Alma out of her robes and tunic. Surley there has to be a simple medkit to wrap bandages soaked in bacta around Alma. Maybe even some simpler fine clothes she can dress Alma in.

As Amanda knows that their journey is far from over, that the forces of darkness still lurk in the shadows, waiting for their chance to strike. But as long as she has Alma by her side, as long as they stand together as master and apprentice, there is hope. Hope for a brighter future, hope for a galaxy free from tyranny and oppression. And with that hope burning brightly in her heart, Amanda steels herself for the challenges that lie ahead, ready to face whatever may come with unwavering resolve and unyielding determination.

Chapter 84

Reblogs are very welcome and I am open for feedback, as english is not my first language, so maybe my sentences may be weird sometimes, or I write a word wrong even with google, or I use a wrong word for an item.

Tag: @spectacular-skywalker @clonethirstingisreal @sleepycreativewriter @moonwreckd @sskim-milkk @heidnspeak

[wenalena]

Happy summer, dearest ✨

[missfrieden]

Welp... love it

[eggdrawsthings]

A piece I did for @devinsisland's Aftermath Zine [gumroad] [instagram]

[jvanrynart]

Idk where this came from tbh just felt like sharing my Foxiyo angst with the world 🫡

(I may have sketched this whole thing out before realizing that *that part* with Vader and Fox takes place on a ship, not on the ground… forgive me)

((Also please ignore any weird crops. I blame Tumblr’s image compression habits))

[marymunchkiin]

damn i opened this app to laugh not to feel

[tattycoram]

*the bad batch group chat* Crosshair: Got arrested can someone bail me out? Wrecker: I'll be there soon *15 minutes later* Wrecker: Can someone come bail me and Crosshair out? Echo: Oh ffs Omega: I'm on my way Hunter: ABSOLUTELY NOT

[staycalmandhugaclone]

Make Mistakes!

I am a writer. I've written hundreds of stories; millions of words, even had a little something published here and there. With that in mind: I still make soooo many mistakes. I'm constantly pausing to double check spelling, look up synonyms, scowl at sentences that are probably too long (and then purposefully elect not to change them).

Just now, I had to pop onto Google because I couldn't remember the right word for "give a wide berth" (I initially wrote "birth"). I sometimes write "me" instead of "my" and accidentally turn my main character into a pirate for a few lines. Sometimes I'll reuse the same word five times in a paragraph and somehow not realize until weeks after I've posted it despite re-reading it a half dozen times first.

All this is to say: go make mistakes! And never feel like you need to forgive yourself for them because they don't need to be forgiven! Writing is fun! Drawing is fun! If you forget that somewhere along the way, I hope life grants you a moment to step back and remember what first inspired you to open a Word document or pick up a pencil or spend waaaayyyy too much money on a tablet, or, if you can't find that memory in yourself, I hope you find someone who can help you remember.

[missfrieden]

Tech as a father Chapter 82

Big thanks to all who still read despite my crappy upload rhythm. Also I am not the best at re-writing scenes. It makes me squeazy. So I hope you all can accept the little jumps, and more internal descreptions. Also a bit looping in the end, as I tried to write how the mind spins around in anxiety.

On the bright side, one more week till two weeks of vacation, so hopefully I post more then.

Chapter 82: Aftermath

As the tension lingers in the barracks, Crosshair's frustration fills the air like a heavy fog. His resentment towards Hunter simmers just beneath the surface, evident in the sharp glares he shoots in his direction.

Tech, meanwhile, sits with Orion nestled in his lap, his mind consumed by thoughts of Amanda. The weight of uncertainty presses down on him as he grapples with the grim reality that she may have fallen victim to Order 66. Despite his efforts to focus on the project in front of him, his thoughts keep drifting back to her, unable to shake the gnawing worry that gnaws at his insides. "Stay strong, little trooper," Tech murmurs to Orion, his voice strained with emotion as he tries to shield the infant from the turmoil swirling around them. He runs a gentle hand over Orion's back, seeking solace in the warmth of his son's presence.

Crosshair's simmering anger adds to the tension in the room, the palpable sense of unease weighing heavily on the squad. Despite the divide between them, Tech knows that they must find a way to come together and navigate the uncertain future that lies ahead. With determination burning in his eyes, Tech silently vows to protect Orion and his brothers, drawing strength from the bond they share. As they weather the storm of Order 66, he remains steadfast in his resolve to keep his loved ones safe, no matter the cost. Even if it means to not try and think about… her.

As they trudge wearily back from the mission they intentionally failed, tension hangs thick in the air, palpable and suffocating. Crosshair's accusatory words cut through the silence like a knife, his gaze cold and unyielding as he fixates on Tech. "Orion is the offspring of one of them," Crosshair declares his tone laced with venomous disdain. "And if he's anything like them, then he has betrayed us too."

Tech's jaw clenches, his grip on Orion tightening instinctively as he squares his shoulders, refusing to back down in the face of Crosshair's accusation. "Orion is just a baby, Crosshair," he retorts, his voice tinged with frustration and disbelief. "An innocent infant who has done nothing wrong. He has done nothing to you, or anyone else for that matter!"

Hunter watches the exchange with a mixture of concern and relief, grateful that they've had not the time to disclose Orion's Force sensitivity to the rest of the squad. He knows that revealing the truth now would only escalate the situation further, in hindsight it was good not to inform the others, and he silently hopes and knows Tech will stand firm in his resolve.

Crosshair's insistence grows more fervent, his eyes narrowing as he demands that Tech hand over Orion for inspection. “Let him be checked by the Kaminoans, there is nothing stopping me from marching down there and telling who the mother was!” But Tech refuses, his arms wrapped protectively around his son as he meets Crosshair's gaze with unwavering defiance. "No," Tech states firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Orion stays with me." Cradling Orion even closer to his chest.

Crosshair's lip curls into a sneer, Tech's refusal is confirmation of his suspicions. In his eyes, Orion's mere existence is enough to brand him as a traitor, a sentiment that sends a chill down the spine of the squad. As they continue their journey back to base, the rift between them deepens, fuelled by suspicion and mistrust. And in the heart of it all, Tech holds Orion close, determined to shield his son from the storm brewing within their ranks.

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As the heavy clang of the brig door reverberates through the cramped cell, Tech's heart sinks like a stone in his chest. He watches in silent agony as Gala Ta takes Orion from his arms, the tiny infant reaching out for his father with chubby fingers, unaware of the turmoil unfolding around him. Tech's mind races with a jumble of conflicting thoughts and emotions, his hands clenched into fists at his sides as he struggles to contain the overwhelming surge of fear and desperation threatening to consume him. They may be trapped behind bars, but his son is out there, vulnerable and alone, and every instinct within him screams to protect him at all costs.

As the squad huddles together, now with Omega but without Crosshair, plotting their escape and grappling with the gravity of their situation, Tech's focus remains singularly fixed on Orion. He listens with a mixture of apprehension and determination as they devise a plan to break free, knowing that their success hinges not only on their own survival but on rescuing his son from the clutches of their captors.

Every passing moment feels like an eternity, each second stretching out into an agonizing eternity as they wait for the opportune moment to make their move. Tech's thoughts are consumed by the image of Orion's innocent face, his heart aching with the need to hold him in his arms once more. His leg is bouncing as his mind tries to come up with a way to leave. But amidst the chaos and uncertainty, Tech finds a flicker of hope burning bright within him, a beacon of determination that drives him forward even in the face of insurmountable odds. He knows that they will find a way out, that they will reclaim their freedom and reunite with Orion, no matter the cost. And as they steel themselves for the inevitable confrontation ahead, Tech clings to the unwavering belief that no prison bars can contain the strength of a father's love for his son. Then he looks up. “I’ve got it! Why didn’t I think of that before?”

Chapter 83

Reblogs are very welcome and I am open for feedback, as english is not my first language, so maybe my sentences may be weird sometimes, or I write a word wrong even with google, or I use a wrong word for an item.

Tag: @spectacular-skywalker @clonethirstingisreal @sleepycreativewriter @moonwreckd @sskim-milkk @heidnspeak

[cabbagege]

From that moment he splits in two

One remained the same

While the other was more like a ruthless, cynical computer. It didn't even had a name. But it could see everything with the piercing clarity.

[freesia-writes]

🤯

[nahoney22]

Happy Star Wars Day ⭐️

[clonethirstingisreal]

Thanks to @the-bad-batch-baroness for my beautiful header!

What I Read in April 2025

This is a list of all I read and reblogged last month. Please read and reblog as many as you can. Give these folks some love! <3

What I Read Masterlist

Hunter

The Beat of Your Heart by @dangraccoon - Hunter x GN!Reader

Hunter Birthday Drabble by @masterjedilenawrites - Hunter x Requestor

Diner Dash by @returnofthepineapple - Hunter x Reader

Reignite My Fire by @ireadwithmyears - Hunter x Reader (my request)

Say Yes by @vodika-vibes - Hunter x Reader

Love Finds a Way by @starry-crossing-zone - Hunter x Reader

One of Those Days by @jedipoodoo - Hunter x Reader

Echo

A Second Chance by @the-rain-on-kamino - Echo x Reader

Saturday's Child - Ch. 4 by @feral-ferrule - Echo x OC

The Bad Batch

The Batch Family: the 4th Day of April by @masterjedilenawrites - The Bad Batch as kids with their OC Mom in a Modern AU

The Batch Family: The Costume by @masterjedilenawrites - The Bad Batch as kids with their OC Mom in a Modern AU

A Fundamental Part of Life by @yatzstar - The Batch are raising a Baby Omega (Tech is the main focus)

Tech as a Father - Ch. 81 by @missfrieden - Tech is raising a baby with the help of his brothers

You Give Them a Hug - The Bad Batch + Omega Edition by @padawan-snack-packer - TBB Headcanons

He Knew by @indigofyrebird - The Bad Batch - Angst (Tech is dead)

Me by @imabeautifulbutterfly - Wrecker x Author

The Vanishing Clone by @star-farer - The Batch raising a toddler Omega

Wolffe

Poets and Painters (Golden Dawn Part 2) by @frostycatblr-fandom-files - Wolffe x OC (this is the last part)

I Yearn and So I Fear - A Muse IV by @enigmaticexplorer - Wolffe x OC

I Yearn and So I Fear - Ch. XIX by @enigmaticexplorer - Wolffe x OC

The Friend Date - Bonus - "Perdita" by @legacygirlingreen - Wolffe x OC

I Yearn and So I Fear - Muse III by @enigmaticexplorer - Wolffe x OC

Cross Your Thoughtless Heart by @ireadwithmyears - Wolffe x OC

Did You Buy the Jogan Fruit? by @hellfiresky - Wolffe x Reader

Look After You by @starrylothcat - Wolffe x Reader

Misc. Clones

That Cursed Kaminoan Sex Ed by @hellfiresky - Delta Squad talking about sex, no pairing

Body Heat by @returnofthepineapple - Dogma x GN!Reader

Seething Shadows by @eclec-tech - a ficlet about the new clone, Trick, and Luco Bronc from the Zero Company video game (not released yet)

Misc. Star Wars

Fennec Shand Birthday Drabble by @masterjedilenawrites - Fennec Shand x Requestor

Ten Little Troopers by @substantial-exposure - Finn x OC

And Then There Were Nine by @substantial-exposure - Finn x OC

[robotsandramblings]

a quick FYI in case anyone else like me is an absolute AO3 amateur (on the reader side):

with the wave of authors who are locking fanfics for registered AO3 users only (due to AI scraping), if you want to sign up for AO3, you have to request an invite by email first, and once your invitation gets accepted, then you can set up an account! (99.9% sure it's free to do!)

when i submitted my invitation request the other day, it was a wait time of approximately 12 days. that could end up being shorter, but you might want to get that invitation done asap if you're eager to get back to reading on AO3!

[eclec-tech]

Reblogging to take care of that tiny bit of doubt...

Yes, it is 100% free!

It's so unusual that it makes you look twice. It's non-profit, has no ads, is run by volunteers, and gets the money it needs to operate from donations. Weird, right? 🤩

[missfrieden]

This

[raevulsix]

More Tech.

[misstoodles-doodles]

Bad Batch Sketch Page #2 — AU & Regs

The sketches that the first AU picture was supposed to be a part of. Some of these are hints of ideas and some are straight up impossible what-ifs 🥲. There were too many on this one.

Heavy-hitter trio! Hevy! It’s Hevy!!!

Domino Duo kicking butt and taking names.

Fives AU protective vibes & hints

Jesse & Kix Comfort/Angst

Cody rescue. Protected in Rex’s poncho ;-;

Hunter bringing two knives to a gun fight feat. Cody

Howzer and Mayday would talk. I know they would.

Plan 99 alternate. Reunion.

Original unedited page:

[staycalmandhugaclone]

This made me feel emotions

[missfrieden]

I was not ready for the Tech part 🥰