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Discord shenaniganery led to some fun speculation about tbb season 3, and I just had to turn @stormyblue90 s goofy dialogue idea into a comic XD
Original post here
Drawing all the expressions was an absolute blast! I’ve been spamming the discord WIP channel with them for weeks
He wasn't under my tree this morning so had to make em instead 😔
Cowboy Gregor! 💛🤠
pt.one
Gregor on Daro pt. two
**ragu below the cut
WE KNEW IT. WE CAN REST NOW.
(practicing anatomy and eyebrows with this lovely, brave, squeaky, wisecracker)
Clones as Things I've Done At Work
So...I work at an interesting job. Here's things that have happened the past year at my job and which clone it relates to.
Hunter: Said something stupid not realizing it was an insult.
Crosshair: Glared at Someone for saying something stupid for twenty minutes.
Wrecker: Spilled Molasses down my shirt pouring it into mason jars to sell
Tech: Info dumped on a visitor because they asked a question
Echo: Sat in for twenty minutes on my bosses gossiping without them remembering I’m in the room
Omega: Hid under a table for a day because it was blocking my desk and we had to wait to put stuff up until the next day
Fives: Made faces at visitors asking stupid questions when they weren’t looking
Rex: Complained about the weird questions I’ve got no matter how much I enjoyed them.
Fox: Drank 4 energy drinks in one weekend because we had two paranormal investigations in a weekend, was working a database of every public media outlet in the state, and writing a paper for grad school during my breaks
Cody: Locking myself in the back room, refusing to work to take a 7 hour long final exam (boss approval beforehand)
Wolfe: Spinning in my chair attempting to understand the words on the document I’ve been reading for 3 hours straight, still on the first page.
Gregor: Yelled at the ghosts that haunt the historic home for bullying new employees.
Gregor in Tipping Point
Warning Spoilers from Bad Batch Season 2 Episode 14 - Tipping Point
Making Out - Gregor (Ficlet - Headcanon x Reader)
Author's note: This is part of a request received. I've really enjoyed trying to write for Regs and there will definitely be more to come!
Private Setting: Rex had come to ask for your help several rotations ago. Clones were being shot, tortured, hunted and they needed a medic. You were one such medic, familiar with clone physiology and an old friend to Rex. So, you couldn’t say no.
Rex opted not to tell you that Gregor was alive, he didn’t want you distracted whilst working. But one fateful day, the Bad Batch brought your secret love home.
“Medic!” Rex voice bellowed through the hall, and you whipped your head around the corner, still wiping the dirt from your hand. You felt your heart race at the prospect of more carnage.
That’s when you saw him, limping beside Echo. Gregor. The galaxy exploded in your heart, stars colliding and exploding out of your chest. You ran towards them, taking over from Echo. Gregor yelped a hello dear your way as you placed your arm carefully around his waist. His arm was loose around your neck as your walked him to the medical wing.
“Blown up, shot,” you sighed, “honestly Gregor, there are easier ways to get my attention that don’t involve bodily harm.” He squeaked out a giggle as his arm clung to you; a gentle squeeze on your shoulder seemed to confirm his joy at your playfulness. You placed him towards the bed and began your work.
As you finished cleaning and dressing his wound, you wiped off your hands and looked at his tired features. He looked thin, stretched and different.
“You’ve changed,” you eventually mumbled as you took a seat next to him on the bed. He’d been mumbling and chuckling to himself most of the time you worked on him. Something was just a little more off than you’d anticipated.
“You haven’t,” he retorted with a chuckle. He gently raised his hand to your cheek, brushing his hand over the subtle blush. “You’re as beautiful as the day I lost you.”
“You mean the day I lost you,” you leaned into his hand, “You’re the one who disappeared. I am right where you left me…I…I missed you.” He leaned in and brushed his lips against yours. Something he’d never done before. The softness of his lips brushed yours. Once. Twice. Three times; before he pulled you in for a deeper kiss. He giggled a little as you probed his mouth with his tongue, and you realised it must have been a side effect from the blast. Your hands made their way to his soft hair, and he simply kept one hand at the base of your neck. It was awkward and perfect and everything you dreamt about at night.
Your confidence took over and you gently pushed him down on the bed and straddled him. His hands went near his head, unsure of where to put them. So, you guided his hands to your thighs and leaned down and kissed him once more. You felt your soft exposed skin was being probed and stroked as your tongues danced around.
When you pulled away, he giggled out a cough and simply said, "now if I hadn't been shot, I wouldn't have come back to you." You sighed and cradled his cheek. "That is not the point, Gregor." You both whipped out a gentle laugh as he continued to stroke your thighs.
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Public: Rex had sent you with Gregor to 79’s to do some recognisance. But you mostly thought that you were sent because of Gregor’s slight instability.
You’d parked yourselves at the bar, legs gently facing one another as you sipped on your drinks. Idle chit chat was made as you searched for the target. The atmosphere was electric. Yet between you and Gregor, there was a calm presence around you.
Suddenly, you noticed the attention of the troopers ahead of you, TK troopers. That was definitely not good news. You needed to hide Gregor’s face, in case they happened to pay attention, even for a moment. If they recognised him, it would be game over for both of you.
Your fingers had been dancing across his since you’d sat down. The fluttering of your cold skin against his warm hands had set your body alight. You thought of a slightly unorthodox solution. You grabbed at his hand, forcing his attention back to you, and you leaned towards him. He mimicked the action instinctually. Placing your free hand on his cheek, you brushed your check against his. You felt him fall into your hand, simply enjoying the softness of your fingers on his tired skin.
“Kiss me,” you whispered into his ear, “trust me right now, and kiss me. Right now.” Now, Gregor certainly didn’t need an excuse to kiss you. Not these days. So, he tilted his head and pressed his lips to yours. Before closing your eyes, you watched the TK troopers move towards the door. You were now free to enjoy the kiss the way he was. With the passion he felt. The hand you’d placed on his cheek drifted into his hair as you deepened the kiss. Neither of you really cared for the opinions of the others around you.
“Hey, love,” grumbled a voice from behind you, “you can do better than a defective clone.” Suddenly Gregor’s lips ripped away from yours and the warmth in your chest began to dissipate.
“That’s Captain Defective to you,” he wheezed out, his face still close to yours but his eyes were focused on the trooper behind you, “insolent plebe.” The clones made a grumbling apology from behind and you felt the shadow over you lighten as they moved away.
“Plebe,” you giggled, placing a hand on his cheek, “really, Gregor?” He simply flickered his eyes back to you and let out a barking laugh.
