talizorahs | helo572

+HELO after time adrift among open stars, along tides of light and through shoals of dust, i will return to where i began.

[talizorahs]

the fourth thing about centaxday [star wars: the bad batch] [ao3]

written for my @badthingshappenbingo card

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summary:

“Oh no.” Wrecker’s voice drops down low, nearly to a whisper. “Aw, no, Hunter. What happened?” Hunter’s mouth twists ruefully. His gaze flicks down the hall, towards the front door, like he’s looking for the answer on the floorboards. “Laundry,” he says hoarsely, and then, like that’s not humiliating enough: “Batcher.” Or, Hunter just wanted to catch up on the kriffing laundry. This does not go according to plan. When does it ever?

prompt: arm in a sling word count: 5,741 pairing: none (gen)

notes: big bang is done so you know what that means! >:) this fic is dedicated to molly & dregs who listened to my hunter whump ramblings throughout the big bang period, while i could not work on my hunter whump ramblings to make them hunter whump flowers. now i must attend to my garden.

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‘Stoked to finally post this piece I did for my dear friend @talizorahs to go with their Clone Bang 2025 fic! It’s a Bad Batch Avatar the Last Airbender AU, and in true Helo fashion it’s fantastic!

You can read A False Herald here ! Please consider showing them all the love!

[talizorahs]

But then he feels it—a tremor in the quiet, so subtle he isn’t sure it’s real. It feels like a faint hum inside his bones. He lifts his head. Above, the stars are pulsing in unison. If he strains, he can almost hear it—a distant, ethereal chorus of voices that aren’t voices at all. The realisation sends a chill of awe through him. He gazes up at the sky, heart pounding. The soundless music swells and the stars grow brighter. Constellations twist and shift, points of light rearranging themselves. He blinks hard, but it’s real: the stars are moving, gathering into a new shape. He watches, breathless, as thousands of glowing pinpricks coalesce into luminous lines and curves high above. He can barely fathom its scale—spanning the sky like a living constellation. A soft white luminescence grows at the heart of the shape, intensifying until it outshines the surrounding stars. Hunter squints against the brilliance. The glow resolves into a vast, living form with sweeping curves like a giant manta ray made of light. Long tendrils unfurl from its body like flowing ribbons. It shines pure white, tinged with faint blue, and intricate patterns flicker across its surface, hinting at eyes or markings. Every edge shimmers, as if stars dance along its outline. ... In response, one of the shining hands reaches toward him with impossible grace. Hunter stands rigid as it approaches. He half-expects it to burn—this being is made of pure light—but when it touches his forehead, just between his brows, there is no pain. Instead, a warmth blooms at the point of contact. A warmth sinks into his skin, radiating through his skull, down his spine, into every nerve. It’s the warmth of sunlight after a long winter; the warmth of a hearth on a lonely night. He knows this feeling. He’s felt it before. On the wind, in the earth. When he touches Omega.

Art by @shyranno

From The False Herald, chapter 15. Written for @clonebang 2025

Or:

The Bad Batch re-imagined in an Avatar (bending) setting. Word count is 80k. Fic is completed and being posted throughout December 2025.

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The False Herald

Written by: @talizorahs

Proofread by: @theeasternempress

Created for @clonebang Team 16

Read Chapter 1: Prologue here!

Chapter 10: The Garrison

The air is thin here, but it hums faintly with chi—fractured, dissonant, like a melody missing its final note. It grates at the edges of Hunter’s senses. The cold of the evening seeps into him, but it’s not the reason he shivers. Every instinct tells him this place should be holy, that the mountain itself was once alive with spirit. But now, it feels hollowed—emptied by violence so vast that even the air seems reluctant to return.

Echo moves past him, boots crunching over the track. He stops at the edge of the path, staring up at the ruin. His face is unreadable in the fading light.

It’s been an absolute joy working on these 3 pieces with you both, @talizorahs and @theeasternempress ! I hope they look incredible paired with the story! 🎉🥳

I genuinely cannot thank you both so much for your patience with me during this time 🥹🫶 Please go and check out helo’s magnificent story! They’ve done a wonderful job and deserve all the Kudos they can get! 🫶🩵

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The False Herald

Written by: @talizorahs

Proofread by: @theeasternempress

Created for @clonebang Team 16

Read Chapter 1: Prologue Here!

Chapter 7: The Flight

But then he follows her gaze and sees them:

A flock of massive birds with wings that glint in the sunlight, feathers a shimmering mix of green and gold. They spiral through the sky with lazy grace, riding thermals that carry them higher and higher—much like the airship.

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The False Herald

Written by: @talizorahs

Proofread by: @theeasternempress

Created for @clonebang Team 16

Chapter 1: Prologue

In ages past the Avatar rose unbroken, cycle after cycle, nation after nation.
From water to earth, from earth to fire, balance was kept
though the Nations would falter.

In the days before our glory, the Avatar was Rwoh, 
Of stone and soil, yet even she could not shield the world from decay.

Then was Anakin born, the destined flame.
He who was raised from bondage, chosen by the Emperor’s wisdom
The truest son of the cycle
of Fire.

Yet envy stirs in barren hearts.
The Air Nomads, who cloaked themselves in secrecy, whispered rebellion.
They plotted war and in their secret halls they bent unlawfully—

Severing spirits
binding what should not be bound
daring to wield the forbidden arts.

When their treachery was revealed
the Emperor’s hand struck swift.
With righteous flame, the Nomads were struck down.

Upon Mustafar’s burning slope, the last heretic arose
And was struck down forever.

So the burden fell to Fire: to guard what is fragile,
to kindle what is fading,
to temper what is wild.

My life I give to my country.
With my hands I fight for Fire and Avatar and all before them.
With my mind I seek ways to better my nation.
And with my feet may our Empire’s march continue.

[talizorahs]

He takes a step toward the console, steeling himself— —and brandishes his sword at the new figure waiting for him there. They are leaning on the far wall, patiently waiting, like they were content to be noticed in Hunter’s own pre-flight preparations. A half-mask obscures the lower part of the person’s face, but there is no missing the narrow, calculating eyes under the brim of a Fire Nation hood—or the gleam of a long staff slung across their back. Hunter hadn’t noticed them at all—no sound, no hint of a presence until Hunter sauntered up to them at the hangar’s control booth. Whether they have been lying in wait the whole time or has just arrived on silent feet, Hunter doesn’t know.  This rattles him—more than anything else that has happened today. “Leaving?” The figure’s voice breaks the silence, shattering the hopeful quiet nestled inside the airship behind Hunter. The figure’s tone is masculine, coiled, almost like a snake. It matches the gait of his stride as he steps forward and out of the shadows.  Hunter, meanwhile, takes one step backwards, still with his sword pointed at their antagonist. “And without me?” the man goes on, like he is genuinely disappointed. He steps further into the ambient, electric light of the hangar, revealing more of himself. He wears the armour of the Fire Nation Army, but custom-fitted and modified—lighter for mobility, painted in shades of charcoal and black rather than the standard crimsons. But more concerning than anything else is the flicker of actual flame that dances around his right hand like a living glove. He has it held low at his side, and small tongues of fire curled between his fingers, ready to be unleashed. His eyes are a stormy dark grey. One of them is marred by a crossed scar over his right eye. Hunter’s eyes narrow as he makes eye contact. Yet he breathes his next word, heavy with equal parts relief and sorrow. “Crosshair.”

Art by goatbloodddd (Instagram)

From The False Herald, chapters 5 & 6. Written for @clonebang 2025.

Or:

The Bad Batch re-imagined in an Avatar (bending) setting. Word count is 80k. Fic is completed and being posted throughout December 2025.

[talizorahs]

the false herald [star wars: the bad batch AU] [ao3]

written for @clonebang

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Summary:

The Air Nomads are gone. An Avatar has fallen. An empire has risen. 28 years later, Hunter doesn't care about any of that. He just wants to save his brother. A story about fugitives, failure, and family. About what survives in the face of evil. About hope itself; as small as an ember, or vast as a sunrise, it always burns the same. -- Book I — Earth: Chapters 1-17 Written for 2025's Clone Bang (Big Bang)

Or:

The Bad Batch re-imagined in an Avatar (bending) setting. Word count is 80k. Fic is completed and being posted throughout December 2025.

Book 1 concepts done by the lovely @zaana

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A favourite Rex moment: any moment in which Rex is being flung around by Anakin, Obi-wan, Ahsoka, and company (usually by the force).

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[talizorahs]

found/tonight [star wars: the bad batch] [ao3]

written for my @badthingshappenbingo card

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summary:

Tech gets more than he bargained for during a local liberation excursion, under the spell of one Phee Genoa.

prompt: falling from a great height word count: 11,184 pairing: tech/phee, none (gen)

notes: i have never written techphee and this is a great first fic, what with all of the techphee and general bad batch thoughts floating around my head. book soon, queen? book, queen? book?

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[talizorahs]

escharotomy [star wars: the bad batch] [ao3]

written for my @badthingshappenbingo card

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summary:

escharotomy (noun) 1. a surgical procedure used to treat full-thickness (third-degree) burns. 2. something Crosshair never wants to see performed on his brother ever again. Or, Hunter is self-sacrificial when it comes to safety of his brothers, and Crosshair has had enough.

prompt: caught in an explosion word count: 18,801 pairing: none (gen)

notes: I REALLY MISS THE BAD BATCH RAHHHHHHHH but also welcome sanctuary era. this fic is novel-adjacent 💖

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[talizorahs]

Summer of Bad Batch 2025 - Bonus Prompts

@summer-of-bad-batch

Title: Post-Op Protocol Prompt: "It's too early for this" Word count: 11,375

Summary:

After the Clone Wars, after the fallout, after Tantiss. Recovery from a life hard lived is never going to be linear. It's also not helped by the discovery of another one of Hunter's enhancements slash defects - wisdom teeth.

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[talizorahs]

Summer of Bad Batch 2025 - Week 1

@summer-of-bad-batch

Title: I'm Not Made To Be Alone Prompt: "You're here. You're safe." Word count: 6,401

Art by @shyranno 🩷

Summary:

Crosshair’s boot slips on the wet durasteel beam. His stomach lurches. One moment he is balanced precariously; the next, his right foot skids off the beam entirely. Crosshair’s arms pinwheel, desperate to grab onto something – anything. But then– He falls.

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MEET THE TEAM: HELO572

Meet the fantastic Helo ( @talizorahs ) as our writing mod for FULCRUM! ✨

[talizorahs]

this is the load-bearing joint [star wars: the bad batch] [ao3]

written for my @badthingshappenbingo card

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summary:

Another day, another mission for Cid. Everyone is tired while trying to survive a changed galaxy, but that doesn't mean Echo doesn't notice that something is wrong. Not just with the galaxy, but with Hunter.

prompt: nerve damage word count: 8,875 pairing: none (gen)

notes: i miss the bad batch <3

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Good morning! We're coming at you today with previews from our mod team! Starting off we have the wonderful writing moderator, Helo572 !

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sometimes u just gotta hold hands