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paperback-rascal · 2 years

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so... I know that many of you love the Kix is CF99 unofficial medic.

So let me introduce to you something @kalm5 and I were brainstorming - merging two AU ideas of ours into one “bigger idea”.

We kind of have this set-up with Order 66 didn't happen/was delayed indefinitely (+no-one dies + Ahsoka leaves the Jedi Order for a person she loves).

After the mission on Skako Minor, Anakin REALLY wants to have Clone Force 99 to be a part of 501st so he tries to get a hold of their general/commanding officer to BEG for a transfer.

He is so impressed, in fact, the Chosen One just geeks about them every chance he gets - even during dinners with Padme.

After an investigation (and bribing Cody to spill the beans on who is in charge of the Batch) Anakin absorbs Clone Force 99 to 501st.

After the merge CF99 still operates per usual – they have a free range to have any insane mission they’d normally do, but they serve under Anakin Skywalker. Sometimes The Batch don’t even feel the difference with exception of submitting reports to the Chosen One or doing specific missions that might or might not involve being body-guards of senator Amidala.

With that setting we add Kix to The Bad Batch ranks as their team medic. He was half-chosen by Anakin/half-accidentally becoming The Batch’s medic as those guys need just as unhinged medic as they are as a team. Thus he gets new set of armor that it's the mixture of CF99 color scheme/armor design and 501st blue (he keeps the OG helmet, tho, as it’s the most comfortable for him and also it has a medical software that CF99 helmet lacks). Instead of making a „standard” red stripes for his armor, like the rest of this *new* team, Kix decided to re-do his 501st paint-job but add CF99-red-hue splash on top to mimic blood splatter. It's for both: not making his team freak out they're bleeding to death and also so he can mask his own injuries so they'd not make him prioritize his own injuries over theirs.

Kix freaks out Jesse every time they're back to 501st to resupply or submit paperwork, but also the medic, secretly enjoys ARC trooper’s insisting to check if he is truly alright.

To honor the transfer CF99 got a blue accent in their armour as well.

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EDIT: I forgot Hunter’s tattoo :O

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STAR WARS: The Clone Wars/The Bad Batch © George Lucas/ Dave Filoni/ LucasFilm/ Disney

#star wars #the clone wars #clone wars #TCW #bad batch #the bad batch #TBB #kix #clone medic kix #clone force 99 #medic Kix #clone trooper kix #Hunter #sergeant hunter #CT-6116 #kix the CF99 medic #it's basically a fanfic at this point

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whothecrappadoodlecares · 10 months

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Let’s be real, in the next few days/months, AO3 could be like “hey, due to the unexpected costs of maintaining and updating our servers after the attack, we would need about 10K please. We would accept any penny you can bear to part with, but don’t force yourself!”

and then get 500K, a house, a brand new server, and a kidney in about the time necessary to read a 1.5k word long oneshot.

#ao3 down #ao3 #fanfic #fanfiction #fandom #too many of us used this site as therapy #They should be covered by some kind of insurance at this point #We basic bitches #if we got ao3 #then we good otherwise we panik

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fishfission-dc · 9 months

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Batfamily Powerpoint Night! (Part 10: Alfred)

<<Part 9: Barbara

[Masterlist]

Alfred: Actually, I have prepared something I would like you all to see.

Bruce: Oh lord...

[collective sigh]

Alfred: I have noticed that many of you are electing not to return used dishes to their proper location to be washed.

Barbara: Oooh... that one’s on me, sorry Alfred.

Alfred: Miss Gordon, I trust you not to spill anything on the computer console, but I still think it best not to have open beverages in the presence of... other company.

Dick: Is he talking about-

Tim: Yeah he’s talking about us.

Bruce: Hn.

Steph: Only Bruce does this, Alfred, I promise.

Alfred: I am well aware, Miss Brown.

Bruce: ...sorry.

Duke: How do you not spill anything using mugs in the Batmobile?

Cass: (signing) Impressive.

Jason: Okay, this one has to be Dick.

Dick: ...That’s probably me.

Tim: A teacup? A teacup and its saucer??

Dick: I was already drinking it at the time-

Alfred: Just bring it back next time.

Steph: HA

Damian: ...They like the-

Alfred: I highly doubt the dogs have a preference of plates.

Damian: ...understood.

Jason: WHICH ONE OF YOU-

Tim: STEPH. STEPH THAT IS YOUR BELT.

Steph: I CAN EXPLAIN

Barbara: Steph why is a mug in your-

Steph: I BRING THE MUGS HOME AND I PUT THEM IN MY BELT TO REMEMBER TO BRING THEM BACK TO ALFRED BUT THEN I FORGET

Duke: How many mugs are in your belt right now?

Steph: ...

Dick: Steph.

Steph: A couple...

Alfred: Three. I checked twenty minutes ago.

Steph: ...Sorry Alfred.

Tim: ...Okay-

Dick: Tim. How on Earth-

Steph: HOW IS THIS ANY WORSE THAN ME KEEPING MUGS IN MY BELT

Tim: Sometimes I save time by eating in the shower!

Jason: That is like... a family sized tupperware container.

Damian: Drake, this is no longer efficiency, it is insanity.

Tim: ...Sorry Alfred.

Bruce: ...how-

Barbara: Cass... Cass this has to be you.

Cass: (signing) ...Sorry.

Steph: Honestly I’m not surprised by this.

Duke: Are we not concerned that Alfred’s been repeatedly climbing into the rafters to collect these dishes?

Alfred: Oh it’s not the furthest length I’ve gone for you all...

Bruce: I may have left a serving dish at the Kents’ apartment in Metropolis, I apologize.

Tim: I don’t think I left anything in San Francisco... or Nanda Parbat.

Dick: TAMARAN?! I’m probably responsible for New York and Bludhaven, but that one was NOT me.

Jason: Ooooh, yeah... uh... that was probably me...

Steph: You left a tupperware container on Tamaran?!

Jason: And maybe... other places... I keep forgetting to bring them home.

Damian: How many of these locations are you responsible for, Todd?

Jason: Uh... definitely Star City and Tamaran... and Miami... Paris... and Washington, Hong Kong... maybe also Nanda Parbat. Oh, and I definitely left a cup in San Francisco...

Barbara: Oh my god.

Jason: ...Sorry Alf. Won’t happen again.

Alfred: I’m glad you appreciate the leftovers, Master Jason, but yes, please return the dishware.

Duke: Oh that’s definitely my bad... Sorry Alfred.

Alfred: It’s alright, my dear boy, you didn’t know.

Bruce: ...how long has that been the system?

Dick: Probably not long... I definitely didn’t do that as a kid...

Jason: Definitely changed while I was dead...

Alfred: That has been the system for 42 years, I would appreciate if all of you started adhering to it.

[a chorus of “Sorry, Alfred” as they retrieve their dishes, thus ending Powerpoint Night. The end.]

<<Part 9: Barbara

[Masterlist]

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delizbin · 4 months

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“You’re insufferable”

“I was about to say the same thing”

#yadayadayada ;; ooc.#anyway #they’ve been fighting and making out everyone knows it #lovely to draw them being angry at each other #hayffie fanart #hayffie #my life is being consumed once again #thg fanart #art #effie trinket #haymitch abernathy #fanart #okay i’ll shut up now #a scene like this exists in at least every fanfic I’ve ever read #so yeah #it’s basically canon at this point

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speremint · 5 months

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Had to get some stuff fixed in my apt, and the maintenance guy came this morning at like 10 AM, which is a reasonable hour if you're not stupid like me with literally no sleep schedule

Anyway, I answer the door and he immediately v worriedly is like "Oh no, did I wake you? Do you work nights?" and I just like... v awkwardly nod and say yeah, bc there is no way in hell I'm admitting to this man that the real reason my dumbass was awake til 5 AM was bc I was reading gay TF2 fanfic for the third consecutive night

#personal #anyway gmorning ill delete this later #i am so tired #the tf2 yaoi always gets me smh #except i've basically exhausted all the fanfics at this point sigh #really scrambling here

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zephyra-in-the-house · 1 month

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Yaoguai Reference

Here are my references for Yaoguai's unbalanced form in Second Chances

#lego monkie kid #second chances #shadowpeach #lego macaque #fanfic #lmk macaque #lego monkey kid oc #Kind of #He's basically an OC at this point #little spooky guy #He just wants a nibble #Just a little bite #It's fine #He's totally not a cannibalistic creature that will eat anything and everything #He's just a little guy!!#He's innocent your honor!

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vivika-ka · 2 years

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every time i look back on steve and billy’s fight, i can’t understand people who straight up will talk about it like billy was planning a murder. he was willing to get his sister back home and be done with it. that would’ve been the end of it. was he pissed? yeah, rightfully so. his little sister sneaks out and it’s doing god knows what in a new environment she and their family knows shit about. [i’m not even getting into the scene with neil because plenty of people have, and they are certainly more coherent than i am lol]

an 18-year-old lies to billy about where his little sister is and when confronted about the lie, responds with an insult (“were you dropped as a child” comment). steve offers no explanation as to why his sister is there, and has the audacity to expect that billy will just, what, leave his little sister with strangers? respond with “aw shucks, i guess you know better, harrington. you know my little sister already, even though she is a middle schooler and we’ve been in this town for a week…i suppose it’s normal for a person your age to be around 13-year-olds who aren’t related to you. i’ll just leave you to it.”

[i wonder if people who vilify billy in this moment have siblings. because if you think leaving a sibling behind in a clearly shady situation would’ve been reasonable and ok…i’m concerned for your siblings lmao i’m sorry but i am]

but anyway. the point of the post is: when it gets to the climax of the fight, he has the upper hand after being on equal footing (because hey, steve punched him first, remember? steve is not a saint in this situation, and many people [antis most of the time] talk about this fight as if steve wasn’t throwing punches).

i don’t know if anyone has ever been in a fight, i unfortunately have been in a handful, i have been where steve is, and let me tell you, this doesn’t look like someone who enjoys having the upper hand. dacre could’ve very well acted this part with billy’s ah ha ha ha laughter, maybe a hint of smug satisfaction, maybe continuous taunting.

but he didn’t for a reason. billy isn’t enjoying any of this. in this supposed triumphant moment for billy, anguish overcomes anger. this isn’t what he wanted. he didn’t go to the byers’ house looking for and planning a fight, he was looking for his god damn little sister.

i just…idk. dacre puts out this complex performance in a matter of seconds, accomplished the definition of “show don’t tell.” but i guess the audience needed to be told. (although, they love to ignore neil’s scenes. so at this point it’s just plain denial).

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove meta #billy hargrove analysis #harringrove #dacre montgomery #stranger things billy #st billy #look i know basically everyone that likes billy made these points #but i still feel like a lot of people interpret billy as someone who is constantly looking for fights #like headcanon what you want! i’ll never stop anyone from doing so because i read some good meta and fanfic in which he does look for it #but i think given what max says about him #the ‘he was always a dick but now he’s just angry’#implies he wasn’t resorting to violence before hawkins #that he was more of a little shit #lmao #but anyway #i think this moment is just pure self loathing #because he knows what it’s like to be in that position #he knows what it’s like to be powerless #from both the abuse his mom went through and his #so yeah

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lark-of-mirkwood · 1 year

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Scrolling through Witcher 3 fics on AO3 and found this gem of a note 🫶🏽

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irondad-defensesquad · 3 months

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I had this realization a long time ago. If you're not familiar, that's Riley's dad from Inside Out!

Fun fact: in the short "Riley's First Date?", it's revealed that Riley's dad used to play in a band. And he used to play a lot of AC/DC. Then we see him (and Riley's friend/date?, who also plays in a band) rocking to Back in Black:

I can't for the life of me find the full short, the one I saw on Youtube has probably been deleted 🥲 but it's a pretty funny and cute short! I think there are a few clips on Youtube at least.

DO NOT REPOST!

Hate will be blocked.

#tony stark #irondad #my art #i did imagine a scenario here...#where tony and aunt may try to figure out if peter is going on a date with mj #at some point tony and mj actually bond #like maybe she likes ac/dc or smth (idk if that would be ooc)#peter realizes that tony has been alone with mj and he feels pretty embarrassed #only to be proven right when he hears back in black playing loudly from the kitchen #and he sees... basically the same scene here #but mj is quietly rocking while tony is a dramatic dork #sorry i couldn't draw any of this kdsgfjdgfj #this would be a fun fanfic ngl #rambling in tags

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artiststarme · 1 year

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Staying Alive, Staying Alive

I was feeling a little angsty today and now here we are. I hope you guys like this and please leave your thoughts in the comments!

Title brought to you by @lumoschild!

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Steve’s stomach dropped when he heard Dustin’s screaming from the trailer park. He and the girls were only about halfway back in their trek when they started hearing his cries which caused Steve to sprint in his direction. Why was Dustin screaming and where was Eddie? They were supposed to be out of danger. They were the goddamn decoys and Steve told them not to be heroes!

The sight he stumbled on when he broke through the barrier of the trees would forever haunt him. Just past the rows of trailer homes, Dustin was knelt on bloodied knees, sobbing, with an unmoving Eddie situated half on his lap. The two of them were sitting in a pond of blood that was growing ever larger. Steve had never seen Munson so still, he was always flamboyant and larger than life in everything he did. His face, usually so expressive and full of life, had never been so pale either, only made worse with the sluggishly bleeding wounds still leaking from his neck and torso.

“Dustin!” Steve screamed for him as he ran closer and fell to his knees beside him in a careless slump. “What happened? When’d he stop breathing?”

“I-I don’t know, just before you got here, I guess. He-he saved me. He didn’t run away this time, Steve.” He grabbed onto Eddie’s shoulders even stronger in a desperate hug while tears ran down his cheeks.

“Okay, I know he didn’t. Munson’s a strong guy and he still has fight left. I need you to put him down so I can bring him back, okay?” Steve muttered soothingly. If Eddie had just lost his pulse a few minutes ago, there was still a chance that he could get his heart beating again.

“What? Steve-”

“Put him down, Dustin!” Steve would feel bad for yelling at him later but he had a very limited window for CPR to work and he didn’t have time for any more niceties.

Dustin flinched back as if struck and let go of Eddie abruptly. His face screwed up in a vicious sob when Steve started applying forceful compressions to his friend’s chest. “Steve, you’re hurting him!”

“He can’t feel pain if he’s dead, Dustin! If this works, he can complain about it later.” Steve struck Eddie’s chest over and over again to the beat of Stayin’ Alive by the Bee Gees like he was taught to as a swim instructor. He never could’ve imagined then that this is how he’d be using his skills.

Both Dustin and Steve winced when they heard Eddie’s ribs crack but Steve didn’t stop applying his full body weight into every push. Nancy and Robin showed up at some point between Steve giving compressions and breathing into Eddie’s mouth but he paid them no mind. In fact, he didn’t pay anything any mind until Eddie gasped for air on his own.

“Eddie!” Dustin yelled and tried to scramble away from Nancy’s arms that restrained him.

“Ouch,” Eddie whispered before his eyes slid shut once more.

“No, no, no. Munson, wake up. Keep your eyes open. We have to get out of here, c’mon. Robin, help me pick him up,” Steve ordered. She quickly stepped forward and helped situate Eddie bridal-style in his arms. With a few well-placed cloths to act as bandages, she patted Steve’s shoulder and he bolted towards the gate in the Munson trailer. The entire Upside Down started shaking and the ground started to fracture in a horrific version of ‘the-floor-is-lava’ game.

But Steve could only focus on holding pressure against a particularly deep wound on Eddie’s side and the soft breaths fanning his neck. One step in front of the other, he sprinted as fast as he could without jostling the injured man in his arms too much. His efforts proved fruitless if the muffled moans of pain into his ear indicated anything.

When he got to the trailer, Robin was right behind him. She threw the door open and pushed the small kitchen table underneath the quaking gate and threw herself through first, ungraceful and uncoordinated as it was, in order to catch Eddie when Steve pushed him through the portal. Which she did. By falling with him and kneeing him in the spine. Seeing them mostly safe, Steve carefully guided Dustin onto the table and threw the gate with his injured leg and then offered a hand to Nancy and gave her a gentle push.

As the gate started to close, he hardly had enough time to jump through the portal into the Rightside Up himself. He could feel the sizzling heat on his sides and burning on the outer parts of his leg until his back met a soft surface on the ground. He made it.

They didn’t have time to celebrate though because Dustin was crying in pain about his leg, Robin was rubbing her side in discomfort, and Eddie was still groaning and bleeding out onto his own stained mattress. Steve’s sides were screaming but he didn’t have time to acknowledge his own wounds until he was sure his friends would survive.

“Alright Nancy, where’s your car? We have to get to the hospital.” Steve asked her, easily falling into the position of leader once more.

“Um, it's right outside.” With a peek out the trailer’s window, Steve could definitely see that it was not.

“No it isn’t. Where’d you park it?”

“I swear,” Nancy promised. “I parked it right in front of the door. We’ll just have to call for an ambulance.”

Steve shook his head and ran a stressed hand through his hair. Eddie didn’t have time for an ambulance. With the earthquakes and the preexisting stigma around the people that lived at Forest Hills, an ambulance would take up to thirty minutes and he didn’t have that. Fuck, what were they going to do?!

He sent another glance out the window to see a small sedan parked outside the neighboring trailer. Bullseye.

“Okay, new plan. Eddie and I are going to hotwire that car and drive to the hospital. You guys are going to call an ambulance and meet us there.” He nodded to himself and went to pick up a blurry-eyed Eddie.

“Steve, we should stick together. It’s not smart to go off on our own,” Nancy expressed condescendingly.

“Well, no one’s ever mistaken me for being smart so I guess that’s par for the course. We’ll see you at the hospital.” Then they were off. Steve was once again carrying Eddie as gently as he could but this time Eddie’s eyes were open and searching.

“Who knew that Steve Harrington would be so adamant on keeping me alive?” He muttered.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Munson.”

“I’m bleeding all over you, surely we’re on a first name basis now. Right Steve?” His tone was pretty challenging for a guy that was dead less than five minutes ago.

“You can call me whatever you want, Eddie. Just keep your eyes open.”

“Okay, I’ll try my best. What’re you planning on doing? Lisa always leaves her car locked,” he said as soon as he saw the direction Steve was walking in.

Steve didn’t dignify his question with a response. He just grabbed the ax from its position secured on his back and swung the dull edge towards the driver’s side window, shattering it instantly.

“Holy shit,” Eddie murmured in amazement. Unknowingly to Steve, that was the exact moment that Eddie fell in love with him. He had risked his life to save him in the Upside Down and carried him bridal-style out of hell. Now he was committing crimes to keep him alive and looking hot while doing it. Eddie’s heart didn’t stand a chance.

Steve gently leaned Eddie against the car while he worked to get the driver’s side door open and then picked him up again to gently settle him in across the backseats. His movements caused Eddie to whimper in pain but they were so close, they couldn’t stop now.

“Okay Munson, focus. How do I hotwire this car?” Steve looked back at him and saw the seats quickly staining red. “Shit Eddie! Put pressure right there, we have to slow the bleeding. C’mon, how do I do this?

Eddie tried to press his bandana into his worst wound as he gave Steve directions. “Pull off the steering column and grab the wires. Did you get my pliers? You’ll need those to strip the coating.”

“Yep. Okay, I got the cover off and I see the wires. What next?”

“There-there should be… two wires. One red and one black. You have to s-strip them and tap them together until the ignition starts…”

His voice started to taper off towards the end of his explanation and he could hardly keep his eyes open anymore. Steve pulled the wires from the steering column and stripped them just as Eddie had in the RV. When he looked into the backseat, he did a double take. Eddie’s skin was even paler and clammier than it had been before. Most worryingly though, his eyes were glazed and his breathing was labored. Steve reached an arm back to shake at his shoulder.

“Don’t fucking die, Eddie! I didn’t carry you out of the goddamn Upside Down just for you to die in some stranger’s backseat.” He hissed in angered panic.

“Ooo kinky.” Eddie mumbled through chapped lips.

“Not kinky, dying is not kinky! Wake up, Eddie!”

Just then, the engine turned over and the ignition started. “Yes, yes! Eddie, hold on. I got the car to start. C’mon man, five minutes to the hospital. You’ve got this.”

“Okay…” Eddie whispered. Steve could hardly breathe as he sped down the roads and broke every traffic law. He didn’t care about the consequences of his actions as long as Eddie lived. He didn’t care about speeding tickets or jail time, he just needed his new friend to survive.

“Eddie, you doing okay?”

“I wouldn’t… characterize this as- as being… okay,” he answered between labored breaths.

“You’re doing great, man,” Steve told him. He looked back at him in the rearview and saw Eddie’s eyes looking back at him.

“Thanks for doing this, Stevie. You didn’t have to. You-you could’ve left me there-”

“Shut up, man. I wasn’t going to leave you after you risked your life to help us. You’re one of us now whether you like it or not.” Steve told him. He wasn’t going to stand for any self-deprecating comments after he’d almost died (did die for a few minutes) to save Dustin.

Eddie hummed before the car lapsed into silence for the next minute or so, only broken by the sounds of Eddie wheezing for air and Steve’s fingers shaking against the steering wheel. When they arrived at the hospital, Steve pulled right in front of the emergency room and screamed for help. Nurses, doctors, and assistants came rushing out to help him and they placed Eddie on the gurney.

His lips were red with blood and his face was ashen without it. But when Steve looked at him, he smiled wide. “I’ll see you later, Big Boy.”

Steve couldn’t even threaten the hospital staff to treat him well or tell them to ignore the rumors on TV (although he would find out later that Nancy and Robin did that well enough on their own). As soon as Eddie was wheeled out of sight, Steve collapsed from his own injuries.

Just a few days later, Steve woke up from sedation to find himself in a hospital bed with Eddie as a roommate. And if his heartbeat sped up on the monitor when Eddie smiled at him, well, that wasn’t anyone’s business but theirs.

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#Robin walks into their shared hospital room just a few days later to find them kissing in the same bed #They end up clearing Eddie's name by blaming Jason and pointing out that he had connections to all the victims #unlike Eddie #Dustin is really happy that they're friends now until he walks into their hospital room to see them making out #then he's not so happy (they're both his brothers so its basically incest)#Wayne finds out about Steve carrying Eddie to safety and decides that the kid was going to become a Munson one way or another #whether he married Eddie or got adopted by Wayne #stranger things #steddie #fanfic #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #dustin henderson #nancy wheeler

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paperback-rascal · 2 years

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Okay okay okay okay but consider...

Crosshair, in a self-hatred fueled fit of desperation, attempting to remove his own chip and it, of course, goes wrong and he winds up with a horrific infection.

He collapses on a mission and gets left behind by his conscripted team. Luckily for him, the Batch stumbles across him—they were on the same planet, unknowing going after the same target.

Well... Specifically, Wrecker stumbles across him. He knows that the other Batchers don't trust Crosshair anymore, but... He's still their brother right? They can't just leave him behind... But, he's worried about how the others would react, so he sneaks Crosshair onto the ship and stows him away in the Cargo Hold, doing his very best to keep his presence a secret while also trying to heal him.

Unfortunately, medicine isnt Wrecker's area of expertise, which puts him in a bind: he needs to convince one of the others to help Crosshair, but who is the right person to go to? Hunter's probably a no-go, he's made his feelings towards crosshair very clear. Tech had the most medical knowledge, but he seems adamant that Crosshair is "severe and unyielding" and what if Tech doesn't want to help Crosshair because he believes the sniper is a lost cause? Omega also knows stuff about medicine, but she's just a kid, right? Besides, what if she tells Hunter? Echo is pretty compassionate, even if he doesn't know a lot about medicine, maybe he could help? But he knows that Echo doesn't like to rock the boat, so what if he refuses?

Crosshair is sick, maybe to the point of delirium, and the clock is ticking. Wrecker just wants his brother to be safe, but he doesn't know who to trust.

Wow, @ct-crosshair you’re one of those people that always keep me on my toes! This is an idea that could easily be turned into a whole comics ISSUE not just a comics strip! I hope you won’t mind me... expanding your prompt more than just answering the question.

I’m not exactly sure if that’s what you expected but I hope you’ll enjoy it nonetheless!

It kind-of got longer than I though, thus the whole reply is under the cut/“read more”.

I think it would be more intense if Crosshair was subconsciously digging into the scarring at the side of his head (something akin to a tic?). He scratches the surface constantly because it BOTHERS him - it might be a feeling of tightness/itchiness or maybe he “sees”/”feels” a lump there and just dig his fingers at this spot, to kind of feel what is it, but he can never get “deep” enough to get it out.

He is kind of getting paranoid about it but every time he goes to medics, they just brush off his concerns as “Clones being weird for no apparent reason”(maybe the feeling of something alien being under their skin is a symptom ALL clones have post-Order 66?). Despite ointments, bacta patches, meters of gauze, even trimming Crosshair’s fingernails to the skin, the sniper’s fingers constantly prod at the wound.

I think the mission that kicks-starts your idea, had him being up-high on a sniper’s perch alone, per usual. During mission, Crosshair barely talks to his team (or they have to have radio silence of some sort, due to delicate nature of the mission) they don’t know the wound started to bother him more than usual (developing infection).

Since Crosshair tend to keep to himself post-mission, the team assumed he is just brooding somewhere alone, not bothering to come back just yet. So they are not alarmed by his absence also... they’re freaked out by his judgmental stares and remarks that cut just a centimeter too deep for their liking. With Crosshair gone they, themselves, can have a little breather.

Clone Force 99 are on the same planet as Crosshair’s team - they have the same target but different objective. However after the mission, TBB is stranded there because either/or:

they have to lay low for few days before leaving (most likely they weren’t subtle about their mission - thanks to Wrecker)

their ship broke down (thanks Tech’s chaotic flying)

they can't leave, because Crosshair's team is waiting/searching for the sniper and don’t want their position to be compromised.

I think with Wrecker when it comes to: head injuries, burns (he is a sapper with affinity for explosions) and festering wounds, he had plenty of first-hand experience. His first gut reaction would be "it's OK, Crosshair's not THAT bad, I had it worse" and he would try to help Crosshair himself with his limited knowledge.

I don't think he wouldn't hide him on the ship, tho - Havoc Marauder is a very small vessel, too small, in fact, to have any "secret", unused spaces. Every cubic centimeter of it is there for something all day, everyday (even the unused/cleared out corner at cargo, is the leave-me-alone space and it is... frequently occupied). He would find a decent secluded area (a cave or he would build him a temporary shelter for example) to keep the sniper safe... and to cool him off as "well, he feels slightly warmer to the touch but it's not that bad".

The rest of the team would notice Wrecker disappearing and appearing at random, but the planet/weather is super nice, so no wonder they all just want to be away from each-other as much as possible to recharge.

So with all that, I can see the sniper getting gradually worse, but Wrecker is in denial about his condition. Mostly trying to excuse it with the good old saying: it has to get worse before it gets better.

The sniper never was too lucid to begin with and treated the sapper like a hallucination but one day Crosshair gets WORSE (or Wrecker finally understands how bad the sniper got) on top of that weather also gets worse, Havoc Marauder was THIS.CLOSE. to being detected AKA EVERYTHING.CRUMBLES.ALL.AT.ONCE. so Hunter orders them to leave.

Wrecker considered, as a valid option, to give Crosshair back to his Imperial squad. Empire has better medical facilities than CF99 would ever stumble across and he assumes they had better medical equipment in the ship. However seeing how unbothered the squad was with their commanding officer absence, also fever-induced/delirium Crosshair was saying stuff that just made NO SENSE as to why the sniper wanted to stay with Empire.

So... Once Hunter comms Wrecker to come back NOW, we have to leave NOW. Wrecker decided to “kriff it! I’m taking him with me. What’s the worst that can happen? If Hunter leave me behind with Crosshair, so be it! At least sarge can’t sell Lula, because Omega needs it to fall asleep.”

All the way to the ship Wrecker is super gentle - it’s definitely not his usual sack-of-space!potatoes-carry but more like a wet-space!cardboard-box-of-sleeping-tooka-kittens-carry.

Hunter had to make split-second decision what to do with Wrecker just appearing at the Havoc Marauder ramp with Crosshair in his arms, but before he could even open his mouth to give any order, Omega sprung to action forcing the sapper inside...

that was like opening floodgates, with Echo being a first adult responder. But since he has just one arm, he pulls another person to the mix.

Hunter just stared at the commotion of everyone trying to help/stabilize their estranged brother. The whole mood was so heavy it could be cut with a vibro-blade.

Then, what Hunter feared the most would happen, happened - the emotional fallout.

With Wrecker thoroughly interrogated by CF99 and chastised for poorly made decision that almost caused the sniper his life and the safety of the team/mission, whole team, one after the other (not knowing about other team members doing the same), came to Hunter in private with exact same request - they begged/reasoned with him why they can’t leave Crosshair behind again.

No matter how many times Hunter said it was the sniper’s choice, no-one accepted Hunter’s reasoning.

Omega is making childish promises on how she’d help even more around the ship and do her homework better and eat everything off her plate at dinner;

Tech announced he “rethought” the whole situation that happened during the sinking city of Kamino, and now have several theories about the chips and one of them might just be an answer to the sniper’s odd behavior;

Echo’s at the brink of a PTSD episode as he himself was “the one left behind and then found”;

Wrecker being ready to just fight his way through Empire to get Crosshair back if Hunter let him go;

It was like talking with five stages of grief personified... with Hunter being also one of them.

Because deep down inside, he knew something just made no sense... but Crosshair’s decision is his own and it should be respected... right?

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#star wars #the bad batch #bad batch #TBB #Crosshair #CT-9904 #Wrecker #Hunter #Tech #Echo #sergeant hunter #arc trooper echo #clone force 99 #CF99 #headcanon heavy #it's basically a fanfic at this point #CT-1409 #paperback-rascal replies to stuff

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stygianheart · 7 months

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Look, all I gotta say is this is just the general common factor in the next two chapters in The Sun and The Sea.

#basically everyone’s having a gay moment #people are probably gonna scream at me in the comments at one point but mehhhh it’s worth it #:)#the sun and the sea #kobylu #KobyLu fanfic

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jayholdenworld · 2 months

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Yuki's Thoughts (Sneak Peek 3 of a Future Fic)

I'll Be Safe In Your Sound ('til I Come Back Around) by Raven_TheDeathGod

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-What do you want to do, Yuki?

The Japanese turned around to see Oscar kneeled beside him. The Omega was not used to seeing an Alpha as caring for all Omegas’ lives like Oscar. Yes, Pierre was an amazing Alpha, always making him feel loved and cared for. But Oscar made him, and many other Omegas, feel comfortable and safe. He was a safe space for them.

He had this attitude of “I don’t care about anything, and I’m always chill about everything”. But he was the most caring Alpha Yuki had ever met. He looked at any Omega like they deserved only the greatest things in life. He remembered them about their worth and how they were the owners of their own destinies. That was something easy to forget in this sport, so the Asian boy really appreciated him for that.

And now, with this hectic situation, it was not different. Oscar was kneeling so Yuki’s Omega knew that this Alpha was not trying to impose anything, he was not commanding anything. The Alpha was questioning Yuki with genuine interest and curiosity, because he cared about what he wanted.

Because it was Yuki and his Omega the ones that had to make that decision, not any Beta helping him with his career, not an Alpha that would treat him poorly because he lost a driver mid-season. It was his decision and the Alpha Leader wanted to remind him that.

Oh, how lucky would be the person Oscar decided to take as his mate. Having such a wonderful and caring Alpha all for them. Yuki was happy with his own mate, he would have rejected Pierre if he was not as perfect for Yuki as he was. But the Japanese guy knew, like everyone in this room, that Oscar was special in a way no other Alpha was.

Hopefully, Lando would open his eyes soon and leave his love for Carlos behind to see the man who was waiting for him.

Because Oscar deserved to live a love like the ones in the movies.

#landoscar #lando norris x oscar piastri #814 #lando norris #oscar piastri #yuki tsunoda #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1 rpf fic #formula 1 rpf #f1 rpf #formula 1 fic #formula 1 fanfic #We have Yuki's point of view because Oscar is amazing and everyone knows that #Also because Yuki is one of the few that knows Oscar LOVES Lando #The fic is basically Oscar trying to be a better person even if genetics and society are against him #And Lando being jealous of any other omega while thinking Oscar is a great person (and falling in love with him in the process)#if you're reading this #It means the first chapter is out

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mychlapci · 5 months

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Maggy anon

Magnus was relieved by the idea at first, but it's as he's locking himself in an empty room that he realises he forgot about one important thing. If only Predaking has the key, he can't open his panels himself. He gets so worked up by the time he finds his stud.

And Predaking usually always tends to Magnus' needs, but the Commander climbed on his lap and is currently humping his thigh.. that and the swollen belly, it's a sight he can't resist.

So he lets Magnus whine and beg and hump his thigh desperately, admiring him without doing anything more than knead at the large, leaking titties, after freeing them from the pumps. He praises Magnus too, tells him how gorgeous he is like this, how good of a breeder he is, accepting the panel locks to make sure only his stud can fuck him.

Eventually he takes pity on Magnus, unlocking his panels and letting him sink on his spike immediately. Praises him some more as the Commander desperately rides him, chasing the overload he needs so much. Predaking lets him have one, then he's taking control and fucking his pretty breeder properly.

The next day he decides to be nicer, pushing a vibrating toy inside Magnus' valve before locking his panels for the day - he keeps the remote, of course.

Being filled by the toy is slightly better than being empty, and Magnus expects to call Predaking to ask him to turn on the toy whenever he'll take a break during the day. Except that Predaking, of course, toys with the remote all day, going from off to the maximum setting, then almost nothing, then the max again.. Torturing his breeder all day.

mhmmmm it was yet again one of those ideas that seemed great in the moment, but when later in the day Magnus finds himself flinching in surprise, knees buckling as his system is assaulted with stimulation... he realizes he should stop making decisions when blissed out in bed... it never ends well. ⬇️

Maybe after a while he gets used to it, he knows the toy won't go off for long, just for a while, occasionally bringing him to overload but mostly just teasing, and he's so confident at catching the pattern, until... the toy turns on and doesn't turn off for hours. His valve keeps overloading over and over again, so sensitive by the end of the day that he barely manages to stumble back home... There he finds Predaking loafing about, half-asleep, the remote controller forgotten somewhere on the bedside table.

It's an entirely different kind of torture, Predaking is either completely aware of what he's doing, toying with him on purpose, or he genuinely thinks he's helping him, which Magnus doubts, they've been courting for a long while now and he doesn't know Predaking to be very cordial...

Sometimes the toy goes off while he's walking, he trips but he can't stop and clench his thighs like he would like to, he has to keep going, struggling to keep his legs from giving out... he feels so embarrassed when people start asking him if he's alright, of course they see the heavy belly and assume he might be overworked and tired, and all he can do is brush them off, unable to think of a reasonable excuse. Sometimes the toy goes off while he's sitting at his desk, and he shudders through an overload or two, unable to make a sound because there are people around him and he hopes they can't hear the lubricant dripping down the chair...

Magnus climbs in with him, grabbing the controller and frantically turning the toy off... he doesn't get to reprimand Predaking for this, speechless when Predaking wakes and wordlessly unlocks his panels, letting his swollen valve breathe. The toy is so wet it slips out when Magnus clenches, and Predaking gladly replaces it with his spike, waking the sensitive, numb inner nodes with a proper stretch...

#this is basically a fanfic at this point btw #hghhhh i love toys under panels #we are doing awful things to this guy's pussy yo #mags&op breeder saga #valveplug

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