Tumgik
#the bad batch howzer
Bad batch Spoilers:
It kills me how seeing Crosshair going Dad 100 on Omega is what gets Howzer to begin to accept that he isn't loyal to the Empire anymore
390 notes · View notes
clu-ven · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
A RARE WIN FOR THE CLONE SIMPS !! HE'S ALIVE !!
1K notes · View notes
freesia-writes · 2 months
Note
What kind of man is Howzer? 1000 word minimum MLA format due in an hour.
FIRST OF ALL, I opened this at 6am my time. Closed it, laid back down in bed... and my mind immediately started racing with a thesis, concrete details, and commentary.
Then I thought, "No one would read that... And you have so much to do this week... And writing time should be spent on the Hunter fic anyway... And that'd be a silly waste of time... And I think anon was joking..."
So, without further ado...
The body has a word count of 1124, and the entire work is available also in photographic form for those who are opposed to clicking a link. 😉
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
I expect compensation for this. 😉
141 notes · View notes
lightspringrain · 8 months
Text
Tumblr media
Howzer's Crown! It is a little bit different but I hope you like.
Prints are available at my shop! and my Etsy
393 notes · View notes
dragon-pups · 2 years
Text
Looks like VS actually like (Leaders edition)
Tumblr media
1K notes · View notes
sinfulsalutations · 10 months
Note
Yayyyy! Congrats! I would love to place my beloved Howzer in your amazing hands again. Could I request him with Fem!Reader for prompt 12 or 13? Leaning toward 12 but whichever you prefer! 😍 Thaaaaank you!!
➼ ɴᴏᴜʀ'ꜱ 500 ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴄᴇʟᴇʙʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ
⋆ ★ ᴀʜʜ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰʀᴇᴇ! ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ꜱᴏ ʜᴏɴᴏʀᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴀɴ 🥹😌 ɪ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ 12 ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ ɢᴏᴛ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ 13, ꜱᴏ ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴘɪᴄᴇ ɪᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ!
➼ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ ☆ “ɪꜰ ᴡᴇ ɢᴇᴛ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ, ɪ’ᴍ ʙʟᴀᴍɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ”
➼ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ☆ ʜᴏᴡᴢᴇʀ x ɢɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ᴘᴇɴᴇᴛʀᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ꜱᴇx, ꜱᴇx ɪɴ ᴀ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇᴛ, ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ Qᴜɪᴇᴛ (ʜᴏᴡᴢᴇʀ ɪꜱɴ’ᴛ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴀ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴊᴏʙ)
➼ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ☆ 508
➼ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ 18+ ᴅɴɪ
Tumblr media
Howzer has always been a passionate lover. You first catch such a glimpse during your first kiss, how he pleasantly groans into you and hums so sweetly when he pulls away. Even when you aren’t engaging in such hot and heavy activities, just simple, domestic pastimes, how long he’d savor each passing kiss and hug. But you don’t truly realize such a fact until you’re in bed, not for the first time, no, but a time when he isn’t allowed to make as much noise as he pleases. That becomes a problem very, very quickly.
The groans are pleasant, no doubt, as he rocks into you slowly and methodically to ensure you don’t make too much racket with how you're positioned on top of a storage crate in a closet, but even then, you’ll no doubt be found if he continues making those sounds.
“Howzer,” You mutter, eyes succumbing to close from pleasure. He’s still rocking the both of you slowly, even as you rouse his attention to your voice. “Baby.”
“Something wrong, sweetheart?” He finally answers you, and you huff. At least you can hide your face, pressing your chin on his shoulder and facing the ceiling.
“You’re being too loud.”
His rocking stops for a moment, and he adjusts the both of you so you’re looking at each other. Suddenly, you’re laughing softly, and he’s biting his lip, a look of light disappointment in himself over his features.
“I thought I was being quiet,” He admits with a chuckle, leaning down and pressing your foreheads together. You laugh with him, very quietly and very carefully, but still enough to know that you’re not upset with him. “I mean, this is pretty quiet for me,” He adds, more hushed than before.
“Sure,” You retort, before lazily resting your arms on his shoulders, holding the back of his head, and bringing him down for a kiss. He lets himself make some noise as you do, letting it ferment and vibrate between the two of your bodies and not leave, but it’s still enough for you to pull back again, giving him a stern look and a raised eyebrow. “Seriously?”
He doesn’t respond appropriately.
You sigh, “If we get caught, I’m blaming you.”
Howzer only smiles again, pecking the top of your nose.
“I’m fine with that, dear,” He says.
You bite the inside of your cheek, attempting to contain a coy grin, but it doesn’t seem to be working. Suddenly, Howzer moves; he’s lifting your hips off the crate and turning you around, pushing his bottom onto it and bringing you into his lap, all somehow without slipping out of you.
It’s your turn to make noise, squealing softly, but he brings his hand over your mouth to contain it. You scowl, before lightly pecking his palm, urging him to pull it away.
“Hm,” he hums with a mischievous smile. “Seems like I’m not the one making all the noise now.”
You slap him lightly; with your lovesick smiles and starstruck eyes, it’s helpless to contain your giggles.
Tumblr media
tags: @starstofillmydream @pb-jellybeans @corrieguards @badbatchbabe @ladytano420 @jediknightjana @sleepycreativewriter @shinyshayminflower @secondaryrealm @nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius @followthepurrgil @wolffegirlsunite @starrylothcat @blueink-bluesoul @aconstructofamind
217 notes · View notes
idontgetanysleep · 11 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
STARBOYS⭐️
i’m literally obsessed with how these turned out
i accidentally went crazy and did two different versions for rex cuz i’m a whore
which boys would you like to see next? LMK!!
like and reblog to save a graphic designer’s life <3
edit: i’m noticing they are a little dark on the phone screen probably should have switched them to RGB instead of CMYK by bad
344 notes · View notes
seriowan · 1 year
Text
his vow (howzer x gn!reader)
Tumblr media
!! SPOILERS FOR TBB S2E14 !! — the only ones tagged are those who i know have seen the episode; taglist has been spared
summary: howzer comes home
rating: g
warnings: SPOILERS below the cut
a/n: have i recovered yet? NO OH MY GOD I HAVE NOT. MCDREAMY HUSBAND IS BACK
Tumblr media
Riyo noticed your worry the moment you saw her in the garage. You couldn’t help the fact that you wore your heart on your sleeve, anxiety written across your face as clearly as words on a page. She knew — everyone knew — that you were awaiting Echo’s arrival. 
   Communicating was a risk you wouldn’t take, so all that you could do was wait… 
   …and wait… 
      …and wait… 
   “You need to breathe, dove,” Riyo’s soft voice echoed from over your shoulder. “This stress will do you no good.” 
   You glanced up from the crate you were seated on, giving her a pained look. “I-I can’t, Ri. Not when I don’t know where they are or if they’re safe. They should be back any time now…” 
   You heard it then: that deep rumble of thrusters. It caused you to immediately stand to your feet, eyes watering with relief as the ship approached the dock. Your feet carried you with abandon, Riyo’s voice echoing behind you like nothing more than a whisper. 
   With your blood rushing in your ears and your heart thundering in your chest, you watched the shuttle dock and decompress with a hiss, thuds echoing as its weight settled on the landing gear. The rear hatch unlocked, billowing steam as it lowered. You grimaced when the bright light from within blinded you, causing you to lift a hand and shield your eyes with your palm. 
   Footsteps thunked down the ramp. 
   You felt ready to sob, no matter if the news was bad or good. 
   Voices echoed. Voices you knew by heart, as identical as they sounded. 
   The steam cleared. 
   Boots hit solid ground. 
   And when you lowered your hand from your face, it felt as if all the air in your lungs just disappeared. There was no more sign of Riyo, Echo, or even Gregor and the few you came to know as their first successfully-saved brothers. 
   There was nothing but you and Howzer. 
   He looked the same as when he was taken from you. Same hair and scar that you would caress with the pad of your fingertips. Same eyes that you dreamt of. Same lips that you kissed and cherished. He was thinner than before, and the shadow cast across his face said more than you could ever imagine, but it was him. 
   And he was here. 
   The moment he noticed you, his entire face dissolved into shock. Confusion. It was as if he wasn’t sure if you were real; as if he struggled to make sense of you and the truth of his freedom. Months of solitude and imprisonment cast a gaunt look that miraculously lifted the moment his lips mouthed your name. 
   A sob slipped. You were trembling, shaking, legs as weak as twigs, but you found the strength to step forward. Dazed steps guided your feet forward one step at a time, gradually picking the pace as you found enough air to fill your lungs. 
   Before you knew it, you were running. 
   The world around you was a blur but you didn’t care for it. You didn’t care for anything but him. Every step sent buzzes surging up your legs, but you kept sprinting, rushing just to be within his reach.
   Howzer dropped everything to run to you. The look in his eyes, bleeding relief and shock, never faded until he was inches away, opening his arms to accept you with fervor. 
   You crashed into his chest, arms thrown around his neck. His tightened around your waist, holding - squeezing - as if desperate to keep you close. When you began to sob into his neck, he cupped the back of your head, turning to press a chaste, impatient kiss to your hairline. 
   “Cyare,” he breathed, pulling away to press his forehead to yours. “I’m here. I’m right here.” 
   “I-I thought I lost you,” you cried softly, tears blurring his image before he wiped them with his thumbs. “I thought you were gone-” 
   “I’m not going anywhere,” he promised, his voice shaking. “I’m staying here, dove. Right here with you.” 
   “Promise me,” you quivered. His palm rubbed down your spine, the other squeezing you with nothing short of need. “Promise me you won’t go where I can’t find you.” 
   When you lifted your head to look at him, Howzer cupped both sides of your face and pulled you in, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss. It was rushed but it was needed — a confirmation, a promise, that this wasn’t a dream and it wasn’t a false hope. That this was true and it was happening. 
   I have you now, said his kiss, and I’m never going to let go. 
   “This Empire will have to pry you from my cold, dead hands before I ever let you go,” he vowed, pressing his forehead to yours. “I’m staying here, mesh’la. For good.” 
-
OUR WAR WIFE IS BACK FROM THE UNKNOWN OH MY GOD I HAVE NOT RECOVERED
191 notes · View notes
sleepingsun501 · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Howzer you beautiful boy 💖
641 notes · View notes
Text
(The Bad Batch) Howzer x Reader: You Found Me
Author’s Note: Can be seen as a continuation of the other two Howzer fics, or can be read independently! 
Word Count: 1,725
Warnings: *******Spoilers for “Tipping Point”***** angst, fluff, kissy
   “Approaching destination,” Echo announced.
   To say you had butterflies was an understatement.
   It was more like your stomach was in knots.  Nerve-wracking tension tore up your insides the closer your rescue crew got to the Imperial ship.  Your fingers tapped your knee so quickly that there was no rhythm, but the nervous movement provided little relief or distraction as you waited for the moment the ship would drop out of hyperspace.
  The troops on either side of you, Fireball and Nemec, had the appearance of ease as they donned their helmets and made the final preparations.  Even so, there was an unmistakable tension in the silence that had fallen between them. Whether it was nervousness or anticipation of the upcoming conflict, you weren’t certain. Both had been friends of yours on Ryloth, serving under Captain Howzer.  You knew they’d seen action many times throughout their careers as Republic troops and grown accustomed to it.
   “It won’t be long now,” Fireball spoke up, his tone encouraging through the low modulator.  “The Captain will be glad to see us, I think.”
   “I think so too,” you replied.  Your mind played out the scenario that his words had conjured up of Howzer safe and sound aboard the rescue ship.
   “You ready?” Gregor asked, stealing a glance at you over his shoulder.
   “Ready.”  You gave an appreciative nod.  It was a comfort to be in the company of others who shared your cause, men who would risk their lives for it.
   Months of digging brought you here, to this very moment in time.
   Many, many rotations were spent accessing files and obtaining contacts, desperate for any trace of the man you loved after his arrest.  The detainment of Cham Syndulla and his wife beforehand, along with the hunt for Hera, deeply concerned you.  You managed to keep to the shadows as these events played out, not openly defying the Empire and yet refusing to go against the twi’leks you’d come to see as family through the years.
   They escaped with Howzer’s help and with aid from a rogue squad.  He insisted that you leave, but you wouldn’t.  Not for a mere promise that everything would be alright.  His eyes drew you in, profound in their resolve despite the circumstances.  That was Howzer.  Always full of reassurances, an anchor even when the world seemed to be coming down around you.
   And you’d seen it come down around you.  So many times. 
   You couldn’t leave him.  After all, as far as the Empire knew, you were not a threat.
   So you watched.  You watched, trembling like a leaf, as Howzer went out to meet his men, to face his superior in peaceful defiance.  He was placed under arrest, as expected.  What was alarming was how quickly he was transported off-world to a location that you were not privy to.  You didn’t even have the chance to speak with him…
   It wasn’t long before your search prompted the resignation of your post on Ryloth.  The deeper you went, the more you realized it was time to pull from the ranks of the Empire completely.
   You’d stumbled upon this sect of individuals dedicated to the cause of freeing the clone troops from Imperial oppression.  Working with these men gave you glimpses into the horrors of the government they had been serving under.  Stories of disappearances, abuse of power over troops, and even murder were passed around.  It strengthened your resolve to help these men in any way you could.
   It also chipped away at your heart.  You began to truly fear for Howzer.
   Finally, you were summoned to a briefing with the newcomer Echo as well as Gregor and others to discuss an upcoming mission.  A group of imprisoned troopers were being transported to an unknown location for an unknown purpose.  Your eyes skated over the list of prisoners on your datapad, glad as you could be to be part of the rescue effort that would set these men free. Then, just like that, your heart dropped.
   Howzer’s number.
   He would be on that ship.
   The search across the galaxy would finally come to an end.
   Your hands balled into fists as the ship dropped out of hyperspace.  The Imperial vessel was in full view ahead, and shots were fired to disable their hyperdrive, exactly as planned in the briefing.  They returned fire within seconds, causing the ship to shake beneath your boots.
   “Well, that definitely got their attention,” Gregor chuckled.
   “Let’s make this quick,” Echo said.
   You exchanged looks with the trooper to your left, lifting a brow as Echo piloted the ship around to shoot, aiming to take out their weapons system.  Dark smoke billowed from the ship, signaling that he had been successful.
   “Fireball, prep the launch vessel.  We need to board and recover those prisoners before reinforcements show up,” Echo ordered.
   The trooper to your right nodded and headed out of the cockpit.  He returned shortly to report that it was prepped and ready to launch.  Echo gave the go-ahead.
   You readied your weapon, prepared to follow Gregor aboard the ship.  Echo would lead a few roops to capture the bridge and obtain any intel they could about the ship's destination while Gregor would lead you and a couple of others to rescue the prisoners.
   You hardly needed your blaster.  Gregor and the others had you covered, stunning TK troopers ahead of you.  You’d found yourself in a battle or two during the war on Ryloth, but you were never a soldier.  This was the first time you were completely out of your element, no longer a representative, but a warrior.
   There was one opening that you gladly took advantage of to stun a TK trooper outside the prisoner cell.  It was most satisfying to see their limp body fall to the floor with a thud, unharmed, but defeated.  Gregor took the access card off him and opened the door.
   You hung back, watching as Fireball entered the cell.
   His voice sounded from inside.  Your heart thumped wildly in your chest as a short exchange between them took place before the group all emerged.  Howzer blew past you, following Gregor closely.  Things were too chaotic for an emotional reunion, so you gladly brought up the rear, keeping your helmet on.
   Imperial reinforcements had arrived, which meant you were out of time.  Gregor had to detach early and fly back around so that Echo could reattach the launch vessel.
   Echo’s voice sounded on the comms.  “We’re secure, make the jump.”  
   It wasn’t until you were all safely boarded that you let your gaze linger on Howzer through your visor.  He stood tall with his back to you, eyes surveying the surroundings as he caught his breath.  You were breathless not only from the fight, but over the fact that he was finally there and just as beautiful as the day you last saw him.  You drank in the sight of him, noting silently that his form did appear thinner than before.
   There was no doubt that the imprisonment had taken its toll.  The Republic had always treated prisoners humanely, but you got the feeling that this Empire had changed in that department as well.  Fury raged in your chest at the thought, but you remained silent as you tried to instead focus on the fact that he was alive and now safe.
   “Not that we’re not grateful for the rescue, boys,” Howzer asked the group collectively.  “But what exactly is going on?”
   “Every day, more and more troops are rebelling against the Empire,” Echo spoke up.  “What they’re doing…It isn’t right.  We’re here to help.”  Echo removed his helmet and nodded in your direction.  “If you don’t mind, my associate here would like a word with you.”
   You stepped around Howzer, catching his gaze as you walked past, and tilted your helmet.  His eyes met your visor in skeptical curiosity, giving you a once over.  With your helmet and new armor, it was fathomable that he wouldn’t recognize you, and you certainly didn’t pass for a clone trooper.
   Echo ducked out, giving you two a little privacy, and a few seconds passed in silence before you reached up to pull your helmet off, shaking your hair free from being pressed down under it.  
   His expression was nothing short of absolutely stunned, eyes widening.
   The last time he’d seen you, you were in a dress, finally able to return to your role as the political representative you started out as when first arriving on Ryloth.  Now you were back to battle-ready gear.
   “You- you’re here.”
   He pressed a kiss to your forehead, then your temple, and then one on your cheek before pulling you into a tight embrace that you thought might crush you.  You welcomed it unreservedly, wrapping your arms around him.
   “Yes, I’m here,” you murmured.  Tears pricked your eyes and spilled down your cheeks, landing on the fabric covering his shoulder.  “Are you okay?”
   He didn’t answer right away, only releasing a shaky breath that warmed your ear.  “I am now.”
   You pulled back slightly with eyes searching his face in silent request.  Howzer didn’t waste a second in granting it, leaning down to meet your lips.  It was by no means careful or shy.  His lips conquered yours hungrily, moving with the force of a rainstorm, desperate to let you know how much he missed you all those months- how much he needed you.
   You melted in his embrace, exhilarated and feeling safe in Howzer’s arms.  The kisses exchanged grew slower, more tender.  He gazed at you with dark eyes that were sunken in slightly from whatever hardships he’d endured as a prisoner.
   “You look tired,” you said gently, reaching up to cup his cheek.
   “A little,” he admitted.  A smile tugged at his lips.  “You are full of surprises, you know.”
   “Yeah?”
   “I was worried they’d arrest you.  All this time, I’ve been trying to figure out a way to get out of there and find you.  Here we are now.  You found me.”
   “You found me plenty of times during the war.  I guess now we’re even.”
   He chuckled, kissing you once more.  “Where are we going?”
   “To Coruscant,” you replied.  We know a guy who knows some people.  It’s a long story.”
   He lifted a brow.  “You’ll have to tell me all about it.”
171 notes · View notes
cloneloverrrrr · 10 months
Text
For you boo @freesia-writes 🥵🥰🩷
83 notes · View notes
bilbo-fettt · 2 years
Text
Petition to have Nala Se invent a cure to the accelerated age growth issue for the surviving clones?
That is all
Simply because I hate it and clones deserve a life.
903 notes · View notes
freesia-writes · 1 year
Text
DOUBLE HOTTIES AGAIN
Get your drool rags
Tumblr media
I can feel the fic brewing 🥵
It’s a long GIF but I didn’t want to break it up 🤓
Tumblr media
One more for posterity…
779 notes · View notes
matookahitaki · 9 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Howz
68 notes · View notes
mysticcosplayer · 1 year
Text
Forever missing this mother fucking Clone boi....
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Bring Howzer back 💚🩵
113 notes · View notes
clonemedickix · 10 months
Text
Tumblr media
As requested by @freesia-writes , a Howzer doodle. Couldn’t resist the Admiral Rampart dig
Also, check out her fanfic about Howzer on AO3!! It’s a great read!
41 notes · View notes