Tumgik
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
I'm gonna miss them é_è
2K notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media
adding echo, tech and omega!
here's the first three (x)
4K notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media
If you ever need us, we'll be there.
2K notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media
He's a Disney prince ♕
1K notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media
Starcrossed Lovers: Alpha!Chris Redfield x Omega!Fem!Reader (NSFW)
Tumblr media
Dear CapCom,
It's me. Ya boy. I just wanna let you know that if you could possibly make this man real and mine, I will gladly sell you my soul.
Contains: Vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, creampies, impregnation kink, mating bites
Tumblr media
Your spine ached at the angle you had curved it in. Your ass was pressed against his pelvis only for your flesh to separate when he pulled away just to sink right back into you. Your chest felt all too tight, your body was just a little too warm to your liking, the sweat had started to roll down the length of your arms as you felt your slick dribbling down your legs.
You used to hate your heat. Used, being the keyword.
Now with him inside of you, stretching your aching cunt just enough to border the edges of pleasure and pain, you started to love the idea of diving head-first.
He pulled you closer to him as his thrusts grew a little sloppy. You heard a distant clap of thunder rumbling outside. You felt another twinge pull at your core before you came with a lewd cry. You would’ve buckled and collapsed into the haphazardly built nest you threw together had it not be for Chris’ arm securing you in your spot.
He was gone when you had slipped into a heat. It was unexpected and rather early, you weren’t prepared for it. The damned thing rocked you to your core, rattling your bones hard enough to make it a major hassle to walk. You had to hobble, knees quaking on the verge of collapse and you dragged clothes Chris had at your apartment as well as the sheets you had yet to wash and poorly assembled your nest right there in the bedroom. You weren’t sure of how long Chris had left before he returned home but you knew it would be soon.
Imagine your boyfriend’s surprise to come home, to open the front door and be smacked hard in the face with the smell of his girlfriend’s heat. It was enough for him to immediately drop his bags and start for the bedroom, arriving nearly completely nude to see you lazily fingering your dripping cunt in the nest you somehow built.
It was in this moment you wondered if your heat spurred on his rut.
He had made you climax a few times already, the latest one dripping down your cunt to join the mess on the floor as well as coating his cock with a new lubricating layer. He had yet to cum, but you could feel it coming; Like seeing massive waves from a storm about to crash into the ship. You could feel how hard his cock was, his balls smacking against you with every thrust.
He had eased you into a downward dog, his back pressing hard against your chest. You could feel every curve and the sharp edges of his glistening muscles pressing against your skin, you could feel his abs flexing and his chest heaving as he kept as steady of a pace as he could. One of his hands kept him upright, bicep and forearm flexing, a few delicious veins bulged from his skin that you just wanted to lick. His other hand was still fastened around your belly and waist, his fingers digging into the meat of your hip in a grip that will not falter.
He was moaning softly in your ear, nosing at the shell of it as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.
“I’m not gonna last much longer,” he panted.
“C-Chris! Ah- Chris please-” you whimpered pitifully.
The head of his cock brushed against that special little spot inside of you that finally made your body give out, going limp in his impressive grip as he chuckled darkly above you. You felt Chris’ hand dip down from his firm spot on your waist down to your poor cunt he was mercilessly pounding into from behind, his index and his middle fingers tactically stroking at your cunt, pulling a frustrated whine out of you as your body ached to feel him cum deep inside of you. Fuck, you already felt so fucking full, but you needed him to fuck himself way past the point of climax.
You needed him to fucking mate you.
“You can give me one more, yeah?” Chris growled into your ear. “You’re such a good girl- fuck- You’re my good girl, right?”
“C-Chris! Ah-”
“One more? Please, sweetheart?” he pressed a kiss to your shoulder blade before nipping at your sweaty skin.
His fingers sped up, working faster than his cock even. It drove something wild inside of you, it made your core tighten up worse than it’s ever felt. You fisted the cushiony floor of your nest as you moaned loudly, toes curling and back arching as you openly begged Chris to fuck you until his seed took. Your mouth worked faster than what your brain could process.
“Chris! Please- Fuck!- I need you!” you pleaded as though your life depended on it.
“I’ll take care of you,” Chris nipped at your ear. “I’ll always take care of you, sweetheart, just tell me what you need.”
He rammed his cock into you like a well-oiled machine, his calloused fingertips finally pulling another orgasm out of you, but it didn’t lessen the pressure that built up behind your bellybutton at all. It only made it worse.
You didn’t expect the words to come out of your mouth.
But you sure are happy that they did.
“Chris! Ah- my mate!” you screamed.
Chris clamped his sharp teeth down onto your shoulder he was just pressing gentle kisses upon. You cried aloud, head falling between your shoulders as tears spilled down your blistering hot cheeks. He anchored himself against you, managing to somehow keep the two of you up as he buried his cock so deep inside of you that his head kissed firmly against your cervix and spilled his cum right inside of your begging cunt. Your mouth was agape as you openly gasped. It felt so fucking good to feel his thick cum being shot into your womb, you begged to whatever force was out there that you would get pregnant from this.
Maybe it was just your heat talking, twisting your mind, but a part of you deep down always wanted it to come true. Chris had brought it up during his last rut about a year ago, the images of him taking you from above as he looked down at you, telling you how beautiful you’d look all soft and round with his children.
It only made your desire burn hotter.
Once he had spent himself, Chris gave a few lazy thrusts before he unlatched your poor shoulder and allowed you both to collapse into your nest. You both laid there, disheveled and panting, wiping away tears and beads of sweat as your minds tried to skid to a complete stop. You came out of the haze faster than he did, the throbbing mark on your shoulder didn’t kill the mood though, it just made the heat blooming between your thighs a little more bearable.
Chris brought his hand up to your bicep, rubbing his thumb in a circular motion to get your attention as he tried to prop himself up on his other arm.
“I wasn’t too rough, was I?” he murmured into the silence of the bedroom.
A flash of light came from the window and an arc of lightning scattered across the sky. A low rumble of thunder spread through the city, but you could only focus on your mate.
“No,” you whimpered out. “I-I love you.”
Chris laid back down in the nest, pressing his chest against your back. You could feel his pulse beating against his ribs.
“I love you too.”
His big brawny chest was still pressed firmly against your back and shoulders. You could feel his heart beating through his skin as his warmth radiated off of him in waves. Your skins were both glistening with sweat in the fading light filtering into the bedroom as dark clouds rolled in finally. Rain pattered against the roof and tapped at the bedroom windows, the curtains started flowing a little harsher as the winds picked up, drifting in the clean scent of fresh rain. The cool air did wonders for your skin but did nothing for the heat that started to slowly build up inside of you.
You shivered at the initial grace of the wind, not ready for something so chilly so fast. Chris, your ever-loving boyfriend - now mate - had felt it and reached behind him to where he felt the sheets bundled up beside him and tugged them loose, draping it over his chiseled hip and blanketed you with it as much as he could without pulling apart your nest. Your body melted when Chris caressed his calloused hand up your waist and across your chest, dragging you closer to his warmth on instinct. The movement jolted something electric from the bite, a short gasp left your lips.
He crooned softly, nosing behind your ear and along your neck, nudging you to show more of it to him. You happily obliged, turning your face to rest against the floor of the nest as Chris started to press soft kisses down your neck and to the crook of your neck where he lavished the skin softly. You moaned softly, pawing at the nest as he sucked at your delicate skin before he let go.
You whined softly, turning your head to see why he stopped only to see him nosing at the bite mark. His breath ghosted over the thumping flesh, cool air doing wonders to help the pain. He pressed his pillowy lips against the bond mark, his tongue barely brushing against the skin to taste the salt on your skin.
The arm Chris had strung around your waist was loose, his fingers drew insignificant patterns into your balmy skin as you brought a hand down to caress his forearm. Your fingers danced along the strong muscle, gliding slowly against the bulky curve before you reached your hand back until your fingers graced the soft short locks of his hair. You carded your fingers between his strands as best as you could from this angle, your mate crooning and growling softly in contentment as you toyed with his salting hair.
He pulled you even closer to his chest as another clap of thunder rattled your apartment window. The rain was starting to come down harder, fat droplets smacking against the window and rolling down past the windowsill. You shivered once again, suddenly reminded of Chris’ climax running down your thighs and dribbling onto the floor of your nest.
It wasn’t the only mess that would happen.
28 notes · View notes
Text
OMG, it took me a while, but I got this done 👀
Tumblr media
"Sensory Overload"
669 notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
I’M GONNA EAT GLASS
2K notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media
them: the rebellion needs pilots
me: get that girl in an x-wing stat
3K notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
bye bye batch. waiting on that clone rebellion spinoff now
3K notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media
"That's okay. I like a challenge."
I've been wanting to draw adult Omega for a while now and today the idea finally came!
2K notes · View notes
Text
Okay, this is likely the only thing I'll post on the Bad Batch finale situation:
Tech fans, I would like you to stop calling yourselves "delusional." (Or delulu, or any variant.) I would sincerely ask others to stop as well.
It is both ableist and quite literally inaccurate from a storycraft standpoint.
(Especially because we're talking about a likely neurodivergent character and definitely many neurodivergent fans.)
You weren't. We weren't. The signs were there. The foreshadowing (falling into clouds, the goggles, CX2's Everything) was real and consistent and *intentional.* You are not delusional for LOGICALLY FOLLOWING writing convention patterns and leading where the writing is directing you. (If there's something the majority of autistic story-enthusiasts are good at, it's logical storycraft and pattern recognition, both in creating and consuming! We know how to follow basic steps!)
They can say "oh it was just a red herring", and that is Technically (ha) true, but it is one of the most blatant and frankly cruelly marketed ones, that smacks of stringing fan emotions along to keep us watching when they know many would stop watching if they knew what lay ahead. (Using a basically-confirmed-autistic character's death for shock value and little else, and then using the ambiguity of Is He Really Dead Or Is He This Extremely Similar Looking Guy We Brought in Right After' to keep churning up social media buzz. I might have.)
You were not delusional to have hope - that's what Star Wars is about.
You are not delusional to think this is wrong, a writing fumble, or simply them yanking the football away when *it was there all along.* The road signs were clear, they were just... lying, for lack of a better term.
You're not wrong for being upset about this, the latest in a long history of autistic characters treated as plot devices and catalysts for neurotypical characters' development rather than their own, and fans taken advantage of.
Please treat yourselves better. And if you're on the outside, or neurotypical, please treat us better. I promise, we have actual reasons for feeling pain right now, and delusions are not at all among them.
Thank you.
327 notes · View notes
Text
i knew that we were gonna see grown up omega in the finale but what i was NOT ready for was seeing her as tall (maybe taller?) than hunter. that was a whole kick to the gut. there is NOTHING quite like watching someone you love grow up. idc if they’re animated or not. there is nothing like it.
65 notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Omega put her hands on Hunters shoulders to reassure him like he always did for her
2K notes · View notes
Text
As much as I was hurt by the ending of The Bad batch, it's worth admitting that the story came out decent.
In fact, this is a story about Omega growing up. In the beginning, she is a little girl who has not seen life, did not really stand on the ground, and in the end she is an adult girl who is able to protect herself and her loved ones, who has seen everything in her life. She decided to fight on, but without involving her brothers. She leaves them at the Pabu and joins the resistance, on her own. The hunter sees that his baby has grown up and lets her go, because the party has taught her a lot, which means there is no reason to worry as before. In general, the Omega line in the series is one of the best, along with the Cross line.
They are, in fact, the most prescribed heroes here. The sniper started his career as a smug villain, and ended up as a caring brother whose mask of a cold man broke and he began to openly show his emotions. He redeemed himself to his brothers and sister, regained their trust and lives peacefully in the Pabu. Interestingly, in the final, he lost his ever-trembling hand and was finally able to get into handcuffs, although he often smeared all season.
Tech was really dead and that didn't make it any less painful. I was among those who accepted his death, but I was ready for him to be returned to the plot and given an interesting line in the plot.
I won't say anything about Echo and Wreker, because I didn't notice anything here. Except for the latter, we finally saw the beast mode, when the clone, with his wounds, blows enemies right and left.
Many things, it seems to me, were not implemented, many things were out of place. I was waiting for Wolfe to play a role in the series, that Vos had been captured by the Empire and Ventress would come after him. But they both ended up being purely for the sake of fanservice.
In short, I rate the series as a whole at 7/10. Because I missed a lot, missed it somewhere, but in general it was interesting.
34 notes · View notes
Text
Something I'm really glad about is that even though Omega's force sensitivity was a major part of the plot, in the end, it played no part at all. I love Omega as she is.
She has Hunter's senses, Crosshair's aim, Tech's brain, Echo's loyalty and Wrecker's strength. I'm glad that in the end, she chose to be what her brothers were, instead of being a Force wielder.
She grew into her own self, and has her own personality – rather than just being good because she might have a high M count. It's the brilliance of the Bad Batch – family and love are greater than the Force.
In the end, the Bad Batch was a family who made it through with their love for each other and their trust in each other. And in the end, Omega was not a Jedi – she was herself, the daughter of five of the best dads in the galaxy. The Bad Batch is proud of her(Tech too) – and so are we.
102 notes · View notes
Text
I really feel like two seperate shows are being set up at the end or maybe it’s the same show?
A clone rebellion and an Omega rebel show. IMO I think Omega is in her very late teens early early 20s in the flash forward. Maybe there is a 5 year time jump.
I just want to see more of Omega. She has such great potential as a character.
34 notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
In the making of TBB finale WAY too many clones died 😭 Well, at least Crosshairs twitching hand was fixed ...
It's time to say goodbye then , I guess 😔 Thank you for everything
1K notes · View notes