thoughts

suffer from my thoughts with me

[undiegnosedadhd]

Do uou think Echo got so sassy after the citadel because the only human enteraxtion he had in his chamber was memories. If he played over the memories of Ani and Snips, or Fives getting roaster by Domino Squad, or anythingike that? I also know that the batch have played a major part in Echo's personality, so that could be why too.

[undiegnosedadhd]

"I am in Misery" Crisshair, Echo

"CPR" Tech, Hunter, gonk

"Reeces puffs" wrecker, omega

[undiegnosedadhd]

So we know that since hunter has heightened senses, it's easy for him to become overwhelmed. Does he get tattoos to help get himself grounded? Cuse there is a lot of fanart that has a half skeleton on his whole body.

[undiegnosedadhd]

Tech would love today's date.

02/22/2022 on a Tuesday

[undiegnosedadhd]

Huffelpuffs would be good postal service deliverers.

[undiegnosedadhd]

Hunter can tell when you're ovulating.

[undiegnosedadhd]

Bucky was an antagonist, not a villain.

[undiegnosedadhd]

Bucky was an antagonist, not a villain.

[marzipanandminutiae]

scars in fiction: I got this trying to save my lover from an assassin- but tragically, I was too late. now I carry the mark of my failure with me always, and I can never forget~

scars in real life: so I was trying to open macaroni sauce with a paring knife

[tied-up-teacup]

Tell me how you got your scars in the tags

[queen0fchaos]

din djarin is b r o a d and very hot. rb if you agree

[vitrified-vitriol-deactivated20]

Every reblog removes one HP from the queen

[undiegnosedadhd]

"What flavor is your cat?"

"Pissy brown"

[charnelhouse]

I am begging for you to let them fuck me in a scare maze

A/N: Venom/Eddie Brock x F!Reader. rough sex. throat touching. cum licking. semi-public sex. venom being a baby.

“I will eat your liver, you ugly little beast,” Venom hisses as he wraps his claws into the squirming teenager's shirt.

“Venom!” you chastise - pressing your palm to the swell of his upper arm. “Put him down.”

“He attacked you!”

“It’s a haunted maze and he didn’t touch me,” you snap as you take both of your hands and try to wrench his huge wrist to the side. You offer the teenager an apologetic smile. “Sorry - sorry - he’s a bit protective.”

Venom releases him with a grunt. The boy crumples to the floor, moaning and shaking and then promptly running back behind the curtain.

“We’re gonna get kicked out,” you groan as you step deeper into the maze, tugging Venom along with you.

“I do not understand why you would choose to be scared on purpose.”

“It’s exciting. It’s like an adrenaline rush.”

“Doesn’t seem very exciting,”he growls just as a clown with macabre white and red makeup and blood-slick teeth bursts out of the side of the wall.

Venom shrieks and swats at the head which goes bouncing off. Your stomach drops - hands flying to your mouth as you mutter: “Oh Venom - what’d you do…”

But you realize there isn’t any spurting blood or bone fragments. Just stuffing. A dummy.

Thank Fuck.

Venom quickly slips back into Eddie. It’s always smooth - like water rushing over stone. Everything is distorted momentarily before Eddie’s face crystalizes through the black, oily texture of Venom.

“Was Venom too scared?” you tease - letting Eddie tug you against his side as you stroll down another abandoned hallway. Lights sizzle and flash. There’s some background noise - screams and howls and creaking floorboards. It’s all very fun.

Eddie pinches your ass. “He didn’t like that. He said he’s just taking a break.”

There are more dummies. More doors that open up to reveal blood-damp demons and white-faced brides with carving knives and mascara soaking their cheeks.

“You wanna makeout?” Eddie asks. “We’d fit right in.”

The whole park had been filled with hormonal teenagers kissing and dry humping and not giving a fuck. The air was aching with the scents of deep autumn: bubbling cider, buttery popcorn, funnel cakes and the earthy insides of pumpkin. The wind snapped and sent leaves crunching beneath your boots. It felt good. It felt normal to have gorgeous Eddie Brock in a sweatshirt toss his arm around you and guide you through the rides and the mazes and buy you too many sweets.

It was like...an actual date.

You tilt your chin up as you study his face. He’s unbearably good looking: the soft fall of his dark hair, the pillowy lips, the pond water eyes that have a tendency to appear sleepy.

“Yeah,” you grin. “Let’s find somewhere private.”

***

It’s totally dangerous. It’s totally possible that you’ll both get caught, but who could care. You’d spend a night in jail for public indecency if it meant Eddie Brock could finger fuck you within an inch of your life in a haunted maze.

There was no one else around and the park was at closing time. It was practically two am and you were so tired you almost felt drunk. Your inhibitions had dissipated with each scrape of Eddie’s teeth across your skin.

“Fuck,” he rasps as he presses his thumb beneath your jaw - the pulse of your heart ringing through your veins. He sucks at your throat - mumbling between kisses: “You taste so fucking good.”

He’s probing and teasing and then there’s Venom slipping out of him - the tendrils unbutton your jeans and travel down the front of your panties. He runs the tip of a tentacle through your folds - flicking the crest of your sex as he hums beneath Eddie.

“Tender,” Venom practically sings. “Tender and wet and ours.”

He pushes down and then inside you - spearing your cunt and making you choke against Eddie’s tongue.

The lights glow red. The dummies and baby dolls and fake corpses all watching as Eddie and Venom pull you apart with such precision. They know exactly what to do - how to make you cum in seconds. Eddie tears himself away from your mouth and he looks hungry - his lids heavy and his pupils blown out and his lips glistening with spit. He grips your hips before twisting you around, shoving your front hard against the wall. Your cheek is wet with whatever the wall is painted in. There’s the smell of plastic and corn syrup and you buck up against Eddie when he grinds into your ass. He’s got one hand clasped around your throat - fingers digging into your jaw and the soft yielding flesh of your face. He plants the heel of his other hand against your clit and rubs in time with each diligent thrust of Venom’s tentacle that is taking you from behind.

Your thighs tremble with it. There’s a knot of pleasure in your core slowly tightening up - threatening to burst and blow and you moan - all desperate and weepy.

“Hear that,” Venom or Eddie or both of them together whisper into your ear. Venom speeds up his pace - the piece of him inside you begins to swell and thicken - stretching you impossibly open as your body sucks him deeper. “Look how wet your pussy is - dripping - how well you take us, little one. All tight and ready and frantic for us - wants us to take her in a dirty maze where everyone could see.”

You whimper - fingertips scrambling at the walls - cunt clenching as your pleasure starts to rise higher - flooding your belly, then your chest and then climbing all the way up your throat. If you screamed now - it would surely spill across the floor - wave after wave of it.

You feel more tendrils - more tiny sucking mouths across your tits. They rise beneath the cotton shirt - yank at your bra until they settle over your nipples and latch. Eddie’s touch has not left your clit - his tongue hot against your shoulder before he sucks marks into the nape of your neck. He rutting himself against you - the bulge of his cock nudging your ass, but he doesn’t use it. He doesn’t shove himself in there with Venom. He just plays your cunt with his fingers and your skin with his mouth and oh - an orgasm sneaks up on you and makes your walls flutter around Venom’s thrusting tentacle.

“That’s our girl,” Eddie rumbles because you’re sure he felt how tight and hot you got just then. Venom and him share the same body - Eddie feels what Venom feels and so on and so forth and you reach behind you to grab at him - to graze his cock and he inhales sharply: “We don’t have time, baby.”

“Yes we do,” you say - hoarse and wrecked. You turn around swiftly, Venom falling out of you and you nearly clench again at the sight of that black tentacle glistening beneath the sizzling apple-red lights with your cum. You rip your jeans down as Eddie unzips himself and then he’s inside you before you blink.

He lifts you in his arms - burying you into the wall. Your cunt is still tender and pulsing from your last orgasm - still gaping from Venom’s thickness. Eddie fills you to the brim. It’s all fucking worth it, too. You see his expression go slack when his cock breaches you - his mouth parting before you capture it with your own.

“Go hard,” you urge as your tongue strokes his.

He doesn’t respond, but rather makes a deep, animalistic snarl from somewhere in the center of his chest. He fixes his grip beneath your thighs, drawing his cock all the way back - head nearly popping out of you before slamming forward. It stings in a way - hurts because you’re still raw and shaky, but then it blooms into true pleasure. It breaks you open and makes you cry out with each snap of his hips. You can feel Venom squirming inside him - feel him invigorating and guiding Eddie - swelling hot beneath his skin and then you feel something nip at your clit before fully sucking it and you convulse. You entirely fall apart with the surprise of your own climax shuddering through your body. Eddie isn’t far behind - spurred on by the sound of your soaked cunt taking him to the hilt over and over again - the muddled noise of his balls smacking against your flesh. It’s dirty. It’s feral and wrong, but it works. It’s you and Eddie and Venom turning an innocent date night at a Halloween festival into a filthy fuck in a maze.

Eddie sinks his teeth into your shoulder when he cums.

“Fuck,” he heaves. “Fuck fuck Christ fuck.”

“Yeah,” you murmur - hoarse. “Ditto.”

You can feel Eddie’s seed already dripping - sliding out of you as he sets you on your feet.

“Shit,” you pant - still trying to find your head and your equilibrium because your heart has left your rib cage. “It’s - fuck - I need something to wipe it.”

Eddie offers you his shirt, which is adorable, before suddenly turning back into His symbiote. Eddie’s lopsided - fucked out grin just sputters away to enormous - hulking Venom. You watch his pink-red tongue unfurl from his jaws before he gently pins you to the wall.

“Let me,” he coos.

His tongue drags over your thighs - licking away the stickiness of Eddie. The salt of him and you. Venom hums in contentment. But he also doesn’t stop and that tongue slithers higher before he pushes it inside you - making you squeak. Your knees nearly buckle, but he holds you up with his gigantic claws - his tongue careful and soft as it wiggles deep.

“We - we need to go, Venom,” you stammer - your gut spasming at the sensation of him thoroughly licking you out - fucking you deep with his tongue.

“No,” he says. “We will go after I’ve had my fill of you.”

[dexters-bluemilkshakes]

so something just occurred to me

do

do you ever think that like

the Bad Batch made 99 sorta an honorary member?

maybe 99 helped the Batch through any feelings of not belonging when they were younger and confused as to why the regs were so mean to them

maybe he ate with them because they understood each other and he was the only person besides omega to want to sit with them

and even though he couldn’t go out into the field he was an equally important part of the team, and when they came back The Batch would tell him about the mission and 99 would be the closest thing any of them had to a father who would say “good job boys, i’m so proud of you”

99 would sneak them candy and sweets and extra rations.

they had their inside jokes with him like they how they had them with each other, and Hunter would sarcastically rag on 99 for staying on Kamino while they did all the work.

“ugh boys, 99 is so rude. I was carrying a bunch of crates and he didn’t even BOTHER to help.” Hunter would say with a splitting grin.

Wrecker would, while laughing, say to 99, “thanks for all your help on the mission”

99 would say “my pleasure boys” with a smile that matched the one that you could alway see shining in his eyes.

when they told 99 that their clone force was named after him, he started to cry because even though he was nothing more than a one man clean-up crew, the Bad Batch were celebrated for their mutations instead of punished.

maybe Omega gave wrecker Lula, or maybe 99 did when the clones were still too young to go out into the field, because he knew Wrecker gets overwhelmed easily, and 99 wouldn’t be there forever to comfort him when things get hard.

Crosshair was always more closed of and silent than the rest of the batch, but 99 could make him laugh so hard his sides hurt, and he was closer to 99 than anyone else in the batch. 99 found him some spare parts to modify the scopes on his guns, but 99 would wink and say that he knows Crosshair doesn’t need it.

99 would bring Tech datapads loaded with information on whatever obscure subject Tech was researching at the time. maybe he would research some of the stuff Tech was interested in so that he could have a conversation withTech, rather than Tech just rambling at his brothers.

like how he did with Hevy, maybe he would help the bad batch find their names.

99 would curse the aging technology more than anyone else because his boys always grew up and away so fast.

That is, until he meets a blonde-haired little girl who ages normally and though he only had a short time with her, and though the Kaminoans didn’t want them hanging out together, he would tell Omega all about her big brothers, and help her find her talents and passions, just like he did with them.

When the Batch heard of his death: Crosshair didn’t speak for days, and Wrecker would hold onto Lula and cried during the night. Hunter would take the job of telling the boys how proud of them he was, and everyone pretended not to hear the crack in his voice the first few months after 99s death. Tech would stare at the last datapad 99 gave to him, not reading, because when he finishes it, he feels there will be nothing left of 99 to hold onto during the cold nights.

They, and some other clones that 99 was close to, had a small funeral service for him, and thats what brought the Batch closer to heir other brothers, if only a few

when Echo came aboard they all told stories about 99 and how much he meant to everyone, and Echo told everyone how he saved Kamino over and over and over again

when Tipoca City was destroyed, they all cried out under their helmets for the one place that was ever truly home.

not because they were raised there, surrounded by white, sterile walls.

but because 99 there, who made the harsh, cold environment that was Kamino just a little warmer.

[crossilco]

Reasons why the Bad Batch can't handle money:

[ under the cut ]

Hunter:

✨He sold his own brother to slavery, what more can I say-✨

Crosshair:

✨This man exchanged all of his money into toothpicks, antidepressant and kawaii cat costumes✨

Wrecker:

✨He turned the family bank account into negative for an addiction to popcorn...✨

Tech:

✨I've never seen anyone negotiating as badly as Tech✨

Echo:

✨Just spends all his credits for alcohol because he tries to forget his past, future and presence✨

[undiegnosedadhd]

So my brain does this thing, where if I hang out with a person or watch a movie, my inner voice will sound like that person.

So Eddie Brock narrated this post.

[undiegnosedadhd]

Hunter would be the oldest because his siblings are all taller than him.