Star Wars side blog // main: @disaster-by-chance // fulcrum trio my loves // rebels is the best piece of star wars media argue with a wall // clone and droid enthusiast // wrecker whore // icon + header by me :)
Welcome to @disaster-by-chance's Star Wars side blog aka the place where I dump all my shit about Star Wars and mainly just post about fuck ass ocs.
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⚠️ I will occasionally post nsfw things (will be tagged as #nsfw and #max-night posting) but will probably only do so super late at night, but just a word of warning for minors! ⚠️
I know I have 'spice' in the user, but I mean spice in a culture way, not a smut way. We like our clones and ocs with some culture and color over here.
That all being said, here is all my stuff in one place! Thanks for visiting :D
✩ LINKS:
Link to my Caard!
Link to my Strawpage!
✩ A03:
Occasionally I write! Not as much as I would like to, but when I can and have the motivation, you can find my fics here!
✩ ART FIGHT:
A link to my art fight profile!
✩ DISCORD:
Add me on discord! disasterbychance
✩ MASTERLISTS:
A collection of my different masterlists.
Divider Masterlist
The Baddies Batch Masterlist
The Silly Squad Masterlist
Khea Nultez (OC) Masterlist
✩ MY TAGS:
A collection of tags I have to help you find things better :)
#max’s musings - me talking/rambling/venting about star wars related things
#max’s masterpieces (or also #my art/#my fics) - for my art and/or fics
#max box - for inbox answers/replies
#max-night posting - for late night posts (most likely will be nsfw)
#queue were the chosen one - for queue posts
#tbb on the go/tbb trip pics - travel pics of my bad batch legos in places I’ve visited
#nsfw - pretty self-explanatory
#baddies batch - squad of TBB significant others
#silly squad - The Bad Batch x The Baddies batch
#guardians - ship between Hunter & Jung (OC)
#scompscope - ship between Echo & Viram (OC)
#starburst - ship between Wrecker & Khea (OC)
#sharpshooters - ship between Crosshair & Tay (OC)
This was my first like actual LEGO set. I got it after having a mental breakdown at an airport when dropping my parents off for their anniversary. My Tía felt bad about my distress and bought it for me when we stopped at Target. Since then, the Batch LEGOS have been with me to Korea (twice) and Japan.
I only own that one Bad Batch comic mainly because Wrecker was front and center on the cover :P
My little Wrecker car <3 and some figurines that I got at a Disney store. I like using them as references sometimes when drawing.
My Black Series Wrecker and Crosshair (and an additional Wrecker figurine I got on sale at the Disney store). The Wrecker Black Series figurine has been on several camping trips and both he and Tech went to Korea.
Tech was a Christmas gift from my younger brother and I'm working on getting Crosshair someday. But as you can see, I have no room for him lol.
And then of course, the Funko Pops. Yes I keep them out of the boxes, sue me. I found like the set of them helmet-less for sale on Amazon like a handful of years back. I went back and forth debating whether or not to get them, but I'm glad I did. Even if they're white as fuck.
Of course, I had to have another Wrecker one and the twins are also my favorites so I got extras of them too. That and I just really like their armor designs the best.
I've almost purchased Hunter and Echo's S1 armor Funkos too but I 1) wanted their S2 versions more so I was waiting for Funko to release them but they never came and 2) I just ran out of room :/
Didn't think I'd find Omega because I had never seen hers avaliable anywhere, but we were in NorCal and at some random Target and they had a bunch of her. I remember grabbing her and going "Oh thank fuck she isn't white!" Out loud with a white woman like a foot away from me in the aisle 😬.
Also, this collection is not to account for keychain, stickers, clothing, pins, bags, pillows and pillowcases I have of them.
And yet Rebels remains my favorite Star Wars media lol.
Oh and here is more of Billy.
Technically 'Billy' is his middle name. His first name is Pinche.
Another One Shot for the "Max had this one specific scene idea but doesn't possess the skills or time to make a comic about it so he's writing a one shot instead" collection! Finally writing something after like two months lol
WC: 4.9k
Summary:
Crosshair confronts Tay about his recklessness and refusal to read reports and briefings after another mission puts him in the med bay. What was supposed to be a professional confrontation turns personal and things get a bit complicated.
There was a lot about being on his own that Crosshair would never admit that he hated, because it would mean that the one choice he felt he made on his own–in his predetermined life–was the wrong one.
It would've meant that Hunter was right and that Crosshair had thrown away his chance to fix things between them out of pure spite–dooming himself to a death without the brothers he'd been brought into galaxy with by his side. If he'd been wrong, it would've meant that the freedom of choice was an illusion, or it was just a luxury men like him didn't get. It would mean the Empire was just the Republic–with new symbols and colors–and that Crosshair was stuck where he'd started out before, only this time, he had to face everything alone.
Regardless, as the days kept trudging on like boots in the mud, things he had to deal with now began to pile up on Crosshair.
The silence was one, the loneliness that came with it, another. Before, only a handful had truly known him and understood him, but now he had no one. No one to confide in. No one to talk to. No one to turn to. No one to watch his back. No one to protect and rely on.
He had a squad, yes–one that he was in charge of–but they weren't his brothers. Not even the Regs could compare to what he'd lost–what he'd given up, more accurately–but even then, more and more of said "brothers" were slowly slipping away; going AWOL or simply being decommissioned and let go. Wherever they ended up, Crosshair didn't know–it wasn't his problem, really. He had bigger things to worry about.
New things he hadn't had to deal with before.
That's how Crosshair found himself standing outside of one of the med-bay doors, staring at the durasteel in front of him. It wasn't the larger med-bay where most of the soldiers got treated, it was something of a private med-room, complete with a medical droid that still had the faint insignia of the Republic still painted on its metal underneath deliberate scratches to cover recent history.
Crosshair had been in the room a few times before, but this was another case in which he was on the outside of the room instead of inside. A case that was slowly becoming more and more frequent because Crosshair was trying to be an effective leader.
Because an unexpected side effect of being on his own and a squad Commander meant that now he was in charge of reports, briefings, and debriefings. All the technicalities and formalities that his older brothers usually dealt with; Hunter reporting to superiors, Echo writing up reports, Tech summarizing them–all of that was now on him. He–Crosshair–who never wrote up a report in all his thirteen years of tortured existence and who disassociated during every squad briefing and debriefing–was now supposed to put his detail oriented skills to use for his superiors.
He had responsibilities now, and Crosshair had never wanted Hunter back in his life more than when he was dealing with reports and incompetent squad members. He didn't want to say he now understood what Hunter had to deal with on a daily basis–being the oldest and squad leader (because at least they were competent soldiers)–but he was sure things came close to it. Especially when his squad members didn't take the time to look over the briefings and reports Crosshair spent agonizing hours writing up.
However, there was one squad member in particular that irked Crosshair the most. One who was far more capable than the other members (the most competent of the bunch, Crosshair hated to admit) but for everything the Chagrian was good for, he was an idiot. Crosshair almost felt disappointment over it–knowing the one thing he could rely on was for Tay'kaa Marr to ignore the reports–endangering his stupid self and the rest of them in the process.
So, after their last mission, one where had Tay read the briefings or paid attention during them he would've known the escape route and not taken a blaster bolt to the shoulder going out the wrong exit, Crosshair finally decided to say something. As soon as he got the information for their next mission and was informed that they'd be taking Tay with them, Crosshair didn't waste a second to go and see the Chagrian to confront him before Tay could disappear like he always did between missions.
Crosshair simply refused to lose the one constant in his life.
Before he could second guess anything, the door in front of him slid open and out staggered the medical droid, paying Crosshair no mind in its leave. It left Tay in that small private room, after getting, what Crosshair could assume was the bare minimum of treatment for his injury; partly because the Empire notoriously wasn't keen on wasting resources on aliens like Tay, and partly because Crosshair knew Tay would downplay everything so he could be back on his feet as soon as possible.
As expected, Tay was already up and yanking out the IV tubes, shirtless with a stained red bacta patch on his right shoulder and that strange necklace he always wore. Even if the Empire gave a damn about giving him proper treatment, Crosshair knew Tay wouldn't take it. He was stubborn and restless like that, and all the scars embossed in that cobalt skin told Crosshair that Tay was all too familiar with physical pain.
He knew the type. The 'tough guy' act. To act untouchable and unbreakable. To just power through the pain. That was the type of men they were.
But, even then, it gets to a point…
Crosshair cornered Tay before he could even leave the room. Armor still on, a rifle in his hand, and a datapad tucked underneath his other arm, Crosshair blocked Tay's one exit as he entered as soon as the medical droid left it.
"Marr."
Crosshair put the barrel of his rifle against Tay's chest, pushing with enough force to get the Chagrian to sit back down on the bed.
Crosshair's sudden presence and the Firepuncher against him had caught Tay off guard, causing him to stumble a bit as his body went tense and his knees hit the back of the bed–making him fall on his ass with a surprised grunt. Had it been anyone else, Tay would've immediately gone on the defensive, but upon hearing Crosshair's voice and getting a look at him, Tay held back on decking him out for the sudden intrusion.
Blinking in slight confusion, Tay stared up at Crosshair, hands on the edge of the med-bay bunk before a small smirk broke out on his blue features. He leaned back to get a better look at Crosshair standing in front of him, his legs spread slightly while he took a deep breath before letting it out slowly–causing Crosshair's rifle to shift just slightly against the heave of his chest.
"Commander," Tay greeted, "Didn't know I got visitation hours here."
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