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alligatorpie1945 · 20 hours
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Working on something big. So in the meantime enjoy a redraw of one of my old pieces. What’s more fun than sad children 😂
I need more practice with expressions, so I might even make more expression sheets.
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trapezequeen · 3 days
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Hunter Being Omega’s Dad -> Plan 99 (1/4)
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dragon-pups · 17 hours
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ANOTHER
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darth-memes · 2 days
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STAR WARS TALES OF THE EMPIRE COMES OUT IN 13 DAYS!!!
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bronzebraids-art · 6 hours
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You’re telling me A SHRIMP FRIED THIS RICE??
Enjoy this fun little comic full of Wrecker vibes. I left the 3rd pic very badly sketched cause it looked funnier that way😂
Also Crosshair just want to eat some food in peace, but you know these guys
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therealcalrissian · 2 days
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deep down beneath a soldier’s armor, there lives an ipad kid
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sashketter · 2 days
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Romantic touch with the Bad Batch
Hunter: He’s gentle with his hands. He squeezes your fingertips, hooks his pinky around yours, plays with your fingers at your sides when he thinks no one will notice. If you’re sitting next to him, he’ll swing his arm behind you and lightly trace his fingernails up and down your back. When you’re around others, he’ll press his side to yours for assurance, his arm, hip, or thigh heating yours. His enhanced senses means he doesn’t need much to satisfy him, but he enjoys playing with your senses. For him, small points of contact carry a lot of weight.
Tech: He doesn’t think to touch you when it’s not necessary. He’ll hold your hand to pull you up off the floor, use his body to push yours over a wall, even manhandle you to move you out of harm’s way, but nothing tender or what he’d consider extraneous. Instead, he welcomes any and all touches from you. Your hand rests on his back or shoulder while you pore over the datapad in his hands and he leans into you. You hug him and he rubs your back. You hold his hand and he squeezes it. He wants you to initiate.
Wrecker: He’s aware of his strength and takes his time learning how much you can handle. He starts with light jabs of his finger, calibrated not to drive a hole through you. He punches your shoulder lightly after a good joke. Eventually, he slings his arm over your shoulders and puts its weight on you. But then, after one particularly bad mission, you comfort him with a hug while he’s sitting, his head tucked under your chin and his arms wrapped almost twice around your torso, and from then on, you’re regularly treated to his all-encompassing bear hugs. He wraps his arms tight around your body and picks you up off your feet, your arms either crushed against his chest or on top of his shoulders where you can cradle his head. You feel like his new Lula.
Crosshair: He’s not one for hugs, but he’s constantly leaning one of his arms on you. On your head when you’re sitting or kneeling, over your shoulders when you’re standing, and eventually, in your lap as you weave your fingers between his; it helps him calm the tremors. Like Hunter, he focuses much of his attention through his hands. He’ll brush the backs of his fingers on your arm or squeeze your hand whenever you pass him. His grip lingers on your waist, his palm heating your side. At some point, he taps a knuckle under your chin, and you marvel at his playfulness.
Echo: He’s the most demonstrative of the bunch and uses any opportunity to touch you. His hand is glued on your shoulder, at your elbow, on the middle of your back, around your waist, everywhere. He seems to use your proximity to ground himself. He loves when you’re both standing and he can snake his arm around your back and rest his hand just below your waist, pulling you flush next to him, his palm inching down to cup the swell of your hips and his thumb rubbing smooth lines. Eventually, he holds your hand.
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anoray · 3 days
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Big Brother
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Little Sister
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dreamoflosingsleep · 3 days
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I love how Dee Bradley Baker is in everything Star Wars coming up
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Look at these lil guys 🥺
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topazblitz · 18 hours
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Wrecker
The Calvary has arrived!!
Procreate
See the other Bad Batch members in this series:
Echo
Hunter
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clonebrainrot · 21 hours
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So I have been thinking of what line that’s said in the next episode is some people’s favorite of the series. Beating out stuff like the Tech Omega talk or the “when have we ever followed orders” I am pretty convinced it will be an Omega line. But I think it needs to be something more than Omega just calling hunter dad or some variation of that. I still think that’s coming, but I don’t think that will be next episode. I have a feeling it will be something more on the badass side.
But that’s just the thing I can’t actually image what the line could be and that’s what makes it fun. So what do you think the line could be and more importantly who is Omega saying it to?
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vithe-potato · 2 days
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Better?
Wrecker x reader
Warnings:  Reader described as having thighs large enough to chafe, nothing else it’s just fluff.
Summary: You and Wrecker decide to take a walk around the Market, and he comes up with a solution to the annoying chafing of your thighs.
Word Count: 937
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You had been tugging down the inside of your skort every chance you got. 
Long story short, the ship had more damage than usual from the latest missions, and you needed a safe place to fix it up. You and the batch found a peaceful little planet ⸺not yet tainted by the effects of the empire⸺ to touch down on. With less hustle and bussle of previous planets markets and no missions to go on today, you and your lovely boyfriend (with whom you get no alone time) decided to walk around the town's market.
Birds were chirping in mossy-green trees, and the sun was beating down on your face. So naturally when getting ready for the date, you decided to wear something cute and summery compared to your usual modified clone armor.
You immediately regretted the decision. The brand new skort Wrecker and Omega had gotten you as a birthday gift was constantly riding up into uncomfortable positions. The confidence you had gained earlier from all the compliments you had received, was slowly draining.
"Meshla, look how cute these are!" Wrecker enthusiastically called you over to a little shop with little animals that looked more like balls of fluff scratching at the window of their enclosure. He kneeled  down close to the window to take a better look at the cute creatures.
You smiled at him, trying to ignore the painful burning on your inner thighs with every step you took toward him. 'Beauty is pain' you kept repeating in your head. "They are adorable! Do you think Hunter would kill us if we brought one home?" I took his hand in mine and chuckled at the thought of Hunter's angry face the moment we would show up with one of these guys.
Wrecker's nose scrunched up and his lips formed a pout in disappointment, "Yeah, probably." He sighed, lifting from his feet, keeping hold of your hand as he started dragging you to the next sight. You winced slightly, wishing that you had at least shoved some Vaseline in your purse just in case.
The dirt kicked up from under his feet as he abruptly stopped. Confused, you looked up at him, an eyebrow arched slightly as a que for him to explain. "Are you okay?" He asked, concerned.
"Yeah," you brought up your hand to block the sun from your face, you had to look up so far to see his handsome face, "Why?"
"I didn't pull on ya too hard, did I?" You shook your head and your face relaxed as you now understood his concern. "Your arms not hurt or anythin'?" He asked gently.
You sighed, and gently smiling up at him you placed a hand softly on the arm of the hand you were holding. "No, Wreck, I'm okay."
"What's got'cha wincing like that then?" you paused, the heat now too much as it rose to your face.
"Oh it's nothing." you tried to wave it off and keep walking, but his hand was still wrapped around you, and there was no way you could force him to move his feet, no matter how bad you wanted to.
"It's not nothing if it puts my cyare in pain." He said stubbornly. You have to bite your lip to keep from smiling at the cute pout on his lips, and the name he had given you falling from them.
You step toward him to lean your intertwined hands on his chest. Now, craning your head upwards to see him. You lowered your voice quite a bit and gently said, "It's my thighs, Wreck." You can see now that you have just made him confused. You purse your lips together, trying to figure out how to continue. “My thighs chafe-” You cleared your throat, you didn’t want him to take it like you didn’t like the skirt, so you decide not to mention it. “They just burn a bit, it’s ok though, lets just keep walking, I don’t want to go home yet.”
Wrecker smiles as he hears you refer to the Marauder as home, but his pout returns when he remembers the problem. “Ah that’s it huh? That’s not a problem at all Mesh’la!” He then brings his large hands to your waist and suddenly you feel weightless and a million butterflies are in your stomach as he lifts you into his arms, carrying you bridal style. You ⸺suddenly self conscious⸺ look to all of the townspeople passing by giving you weird looks. 
Your face must have shown your concern because your abnormally strong boyfriend looks down at you, now his eyebrow is raised. You gave into his questioning gaze “As much as I love this, Wreck, I think it would be better for me to just keep walking.” His eyes moved to where you had been looking before, understanding came over his features. 
He smiled gently at you, “Well how ‘bout this ‘en.” He maneuvers you like you weighed nothing, pulling your arms up to rest around his neck and easily shifts you to his back. You feel his rough hands supporting the bottoms of your thighs while you cling to his back. Giggling into the crook of his neck, you feel like a kid again. Wrecker smiles proudly, he will do whatever it takes to make you happy, especially if it includes showing off his strength to you. “Better?” He asks, looking over his shoulder to plant a kiss to your blushing cheek.
“Better.” And with that, he set off to inspect the next booth. The two of you didn’t return ‘home’ until the sun had just passed the horizon. 
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It's springtime and my thighs chafe, so I thought I would write a little about it. I hope this was relatable! It was completely self-indulgent lol. I haven't written in so long, it really felt good to finally finish something.
Master List : Requests are open!!
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trapezequeen · 2 days
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Hunter Being Omega’s Dad -> Plan 99 (2/4)
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dragon-pups · 17 hours
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More for the collection!
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badbatcher-99 · 1 day
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I’m really gunna be like fives when the bad batch ends 😭
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I may finally know peace 🕊️
Cause I love the bad batch so much to the extent that it’s affecting my lifestyle. I feel so restless waiting for the next episodes!! Pouring all this pent up energy into my art helps out but I work 8 hours a day 5 days a week and on top of my other responsibilities it’s hard to ever find time to pick up the pencil (I know I’m not alone in this 😣) The only solution is to throw on music and burry myself in my job since that makes time fly but I can’t help but reach for my phone every 30 min to an hour to see the latest bad batch tea 🫖 I. Need. Help.
Aka I should really lock my phone during the day
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therealcalrissian · 16 hours
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reminder that when omega introduced herself wrecker’s first words to her were:
“WhAT’s tHAt??”
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