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coralsnake · 2 months

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I just realized I never really shared any Western AU Bad Batch art here!! This is Tech when he was a lot younger, excited to show how brothers the gorg he found and asks if he can dissect it.

Hunter says no xD

Happy (late) Leap Day!!

#star wars #Star Wars western au #western au #tech #bad batch #the bad batch #tech bad batch #gorg #leap day #leap day 2024 #little tech #CoralSnake arts #my art #digital #digital art #procreate

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viva-la-whump · 3 months

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Febuwhump Day 9

@febuwhump

Finally a longer one! Yay!!!

LIGHTNING STRIKE

It was like the sky had sucked up all of the water on Earth and now was dumping it straight down on top of them. It wasn’t safe to stay on the road anymore as it ran too close to the swelling river, and Hunter knew the risk of flash flooding was high.

Hunter was about to call for them to start moving off the road when there was a blinding flash and a cacophonous boom that was louder than standing next to a racing train. Their horses spooked at the sudden lightning strike that hit a nearby tree and they struggled to keep them under control. But Tech lost his fight and was thrown from his horse, landing on the muddy ground with an “Oof!”

Using his nearly unnaturally fast reflexes, Crosshair reached out and grabbed Tech’s horse before it could bolt into the wilderness. But when he turned to ride back to his cousin, he saw a sight that made his stomach drop.

The bank of the river started to give way, the water rising to swallow the road, the lightning-struck tree, and, with a cry of fear and alarm, Tech.

“No!” Crosshair yelled as he started to move forward despite the unstable ground.

“Cross! Wait!” Hunter called after him, but he was still wrestling with his own horse and couldn’t stop him as he leapt onto the tree that had fallen into the expanding river, some of its roots still holding fast in the ground.

Through the rain, Hunter now saw that Tech had caught on to one of its branches and was holding on for dear life as the raging waters tried to pull him under. Crosshair lay down flat on the tree, hugging it as he crept towards Tech.

“Wrecker! Rope!” Hunter ordered, and the big man took a coil of rope from his saddle and, holding onto one end, threw the rest of it to his oldest cousin. Crosshair quickly snatched the rope when it landed nearly on top of him and he twisted it around his arm. With the other, he reached towards Tech. Tech tried to reach up to him, but he couldn’t do that and hang on to the branch as well, and the rope wasn’t long enough for Crosshair to reach him.

“Give me more slack!” Crosshair yelled and Wrecker inched his horse forward, getting perilously close to the edge of the water. But it still wasn’t enough. He was still too far away. So Crosshair decided to close that gap himself.

“Hang on tight!” he called to Wrecker, who had already tied off his end to the pommel, before launching himself off the tree and towards his cousin.

Crosshair caught hold of Tech’s arm just as his grip on the branch failed and the current pulled both of them down river, disappearing under the water.

“Whoa!” Wrecker yelled as his horse faltered a few steps as the line suddenly went taut, before planting her front legs to keep them steady. “Good girl,” he soothed, dismounting so she didn’t have to work so hard to support him and anchor the other two. “Now come on. There you go…” He started to ease the horse back, reeling in his cousins.

Hunter got off his horse as well, standing close to the river bank, prepared to pull the two men up onto solid ground. He didn’t have to wait long.

Two heads broke the surface of the swift water, both, Hunter was relieved to see, gasping for air. But as the two of them got clear of the water, Hunter noticed that while Tech coughed and shakily got to his feet, leaning on Wrecker for support, Crosshair stayed on the ground, his face twisted with pain and his breath hissing through clenched teeth.

“Cross!” Hunter knelt down next to him, hands hovering over him, unsure of what was wrong.

“My arm,” Crosshair ground out, and Hunter saw then that his arm, rope still wrapped around it, was still extended above his head, his shoulder resting at an unnatural angle.

“It’s dislocated.” Hunter looked up to see Tech hobbling forward, Wrecker right beside him with a hand under his elbow to catch him if he fell. “We need to put it back in its socket.”

“But, won’t that hurt?” Wrecker asked, his face growing a shade paler.

“Very much so,” Tech replied matter-of-factly, kneeling down on Crosshair’s other side. “But we need to do it now or there will be permanent damage to his shoulder.”

Crosshair gave a strained growl. “Just get on with it!” His right arm moved towards Hunter and he grabbed it with one of his own, squeezing just as hard as Cross was squeezing his, lending comfort and strength to his cousin. Tech wasted no more time and took Crossshair’s arm in his hands and, with both strength and confidence, angled and pulled it in such a way that it popped back into place.

The scream that tore from Crosshair roared louder than even the raging river beside them. He squeezed Hunter’s hand so hard that he feared the older man would break some of his bones. But still he held on, squeezing right back. Crosshair held his newly-relocated arm to his chest, cradling it there as his screams turned to shuddering gasps.

“We need to get away from this river,” Hunter said softly, resting his hand that wasn’t still trapped in Crosshair’s grip onto the man’s knee. “Do you think you can ride?”

Crosshair lay there for another few moments, seeming to gather whatever strength he still had. Finally, he nodded his head. Using his grip on Hunter’s hand, he worked to lever himself up to a seated position, hissing as the movement jostled his shoulder. He swayed slightly, but Hunter wrapped his free arm around Crosshair’s back and pulled his uninjured arm across his shoulders.

“We’ll stand on three, alright?” he asked, and again Crosshair nodded.

“One…two…three.”

Crosshair choked back a sob as Hunter all but lifted him to his feet and supported him not to his own horse, but to Hunter’s. Between him and Wrecker, they were able to get him up into the saddle with as little jostling as possible, which still didn’t stop more pained sounds escaping Crosshair’s gritted teeth. Hunter mounted up behind him.

“Wrecker, Tech,” he ordered. “Take Cross’ horse and ride ahead until you find the nearest town. It should only be a few miles out. Get us a room and make sure there’s a doctor waiting. We’ll follow behind at a slower pace.”

“Just don’t go taking any more dips into the river,” Wrecker quipped as he and Tech rode off, and Crosshair allowed his tense features to melt into a familiar wry eye roll.

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arlothia · 23 days

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I can now post my fic for the @wildwestzine, 'For a Fistful of Credits'!!! Very lucky and fortunate to have been a part of this and I hope you enjoy!

#me #mine #Star Wars Western AU #Thrawn #Eli Vanto #Pinkertons #mentions of Karrde and Yularen #shootout #gsw #trust exercise 🙃#whump #angst #fic #obligatory use of the word “perhaps”#wildwestzine #For a Fistful of Credits #zine

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owlssin · 10 months

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clone wars gang but make them cowboys

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pinkiemme · 1 month

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Ready for the ride?

#emmeart #captain rex #cowboy Rex #western au #the clone wars #star wars #the bad batch #I might faint #im in love with him bye #dreamy cowboy

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cael-art · 2 months

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“Save a horse, ride a cowboy.”

COWBOY HUNTERRRR 🥰🖤❤️

#artwork #procreate art #bad batch #bad batch fanart #hunter the bad batch #sw the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #the bad batch #the bad batch fanart #sergeant hunter #tbb hunter #hunter fanart #western au #cowboy #TBB western au #star wars #star wars tbb

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aeli-tan-art · 23 days

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Here's my piece for the @wildwestzine 🤠

#star wars #the bad batch #bad batch omega #bad batch wrecker #bad batch hunter #bad batch crosshair #bad batch tech #bad batch echo #western au #fanart

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sapphicsparkles · 23 days

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My cowboy Bo-Katan pinup piece for the @wildwestzine !

#my art #loved working on this #I’m insane over cowboy Bo now #i have a whole AU #Bo-katan Kryze #bo katan kryze #pinup #Star Wars #fanart #western au #wild west #cowboy #cowboy au #cowgirl #the mandalorian #mature

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xylavie · 4 months

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Western Hux art commission for the fantastic @zhakyria!! 💖✨

#xylavie #xylavie comms #art #fanart #illustration #artists on tumblr #digital art #star wars #armitage hux #au #western au #western hux #sw

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shyranno · 2 years

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Well howdy do, I reckon cowboy Hunter's pretty good with a lasso, don't you?

#the bad batch #tbb #hunter #star wars #fan art #western au

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ninjigma · 11 months

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DinLuke Week Part 4/7 - Previous / First / Next

Day 4: Western AU Track: 'What Was I Thinkin'' - Dierks Bentley (Spotify / YouTube)

Probably the one I am most excited about truthfully. It has just been a lot of fun to work on this piece from sketch to finish. I would've loved to have spent even more time on it, but alas, life. Maybe I'll do a redraw in the future :)

@dinlukeweek

#Western AU #I loved making this one #just enjoyed making that sky so much even though I feel like rushed it XD #definitely going to think about a redraw for this #dinluke week 2023 #luke skywalker #din dijarn #dinluke #lukedin #din x luke #star wars #the mandalorian #fanart #my art

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viva-la-whump · 3 months

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Febuwhump Day 8

@febuwhump

Wow, I'm really not doing great on updating these on the actual days! :P I think I need to schedule them so I don't have to rely on my future brain...

Anyways, here's Day 8!

"WHY WON'T IT YOU STOP"

“When are you going to stop?”

“I can’t stop. Not when I knew that monster is still out there, torturing and murdering innocent women.”

“But he’s not! He’s dead! You saw his body yourself.”

“That wasn’t him. The murders haven’t stopped.”

“Those were done by copycats. Forensics proved it. Why don’t you focus on catching them as opposed to chasing ghosts?”

Thrawn sighed, wincing as he shifted in his hospital bed, the movements agitating his abused ribs. He and Ar’alani had had this argument many times before now. Thrawn knew the so-called “Ripper” was still alive, despite what forensics had said.

The Ripper treated his kills like a macabre form of art, and even if an artist changed tools, materials, or even techniques, their signature was still on every piece they created. Every body they left behind. And so, despite all the protests and reprimands he’d received from his superiors, Thrawn hadn’t stopped hunting.

This latest trail, however, had resulted in him receiving quite the beating from a very large thug who'd gotten the drop on him. He was lucky Ar’alani had known him well enough to follow him.

“I didn’t come here to argue with you,” Ar’alani sighed. She handed him a folder. “You’ve finally gotten your transfer. You’re to leave for the Continental Republic and join the Pinkertons.” Thrawn looked up at her sharply in surprise. “Don’t think of it as a reward,” Ar’alani said. “With this transfer also comes your removal from Scotland Yard. You won’t be getting any more resources from us once you’re over there. The higher ups can’t afford to keep you around anymore, but luckily for you, Ba'kif doesn’t want your talents to go to waste. So this is them getting you out from under their feet and sending you off to be someone else’s problem as you continue your wild goose chase.”

“And what do you think?” Thrawn asked. “Do you believe this to be a fruitless endeavor?”

Ar’alani sighed again. For all her words of protest earlier, he knew she still had doubts about the Ripper’s supposed demise. The latest bodies had been closer to the docks than before and in the following weeks there had been nothing. Not that the Ripper hadn’t taken his time between kills before, but Thrawn had suspected their culprit had begun to feel the heat from their pursuit and had decided to fake his death and escape to new territory.

“I think,” Ar’alani said, “that you had better be right about this, or else as I will have lost my best detective, and a good friend, for nothing.”

Thrawn’s lips tugged into a small smile.

“You haven't lost me, Ar’alani. And I promise this won’t be for nothing.”

“You’d better be right about that.”

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arlothia · 6 months

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I've written a fic for a Star Wars Western Zine! @wildwestzine

There are SO many amazing artists and writers AND MERCH MAKERS!!!! who are a part of this! You have to check out what you can get in these bundles!!

AND THE STRETCH GOALS!!! Oh my gosh they're fantastic!!! Please help us reach them!! We're very near the first one BUT DON'T YOU WANT A BANDANA AND DECK OF CARDS?!?!! How freaking cool is that?!???

Just over two weeks to go! Let's make every day count!!! YeeHaw!

Preorders end on November 20th! forafistfulofcredits.bigcartel.com

#me #mine #star wars #western #zine #wildwestzine #signal boost #thrawn #eli vanto #star wars western au #fanfiction #fanart #merchandise

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dyk3djarin · 1 year

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