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twiggoblin · 2 days

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I’ve decided to post all of the progress here as well, not just on instagram. Some people have asked to be tagged once I post some progress, but I can’t remember who they were. So if you wanna see future progress, let me know and I’ll tag you!

This one may not look too different from the previous one, but nothing really turned out the way I intended to.

The colors, the textures, the focus, the sounds, the camera, everything just seems so off, and oh boy the animation… this is the result of rushing and not knowing what I’m doing, just inserting keyframes, tweaking the graph editor and hoping for the best. So maybe signing up for this project wasn’t a great idea after all lol. Plus the datapad’s not even fully textured, you can literally see where I started adding details on the front, then for some reason I just left off lol

One thing I’ll definitely work on in the future is the menu itself, because if this project is for a graphic design thesis, then I might as well try to make the only thing that has something to do with it look more presentable. I’ll definitely be changing up the fonts, and I have some other ideas for the background as well.

But for now, I’ll move on to the remaining 5 character menu animations. Originally there were gonna be 5, not 7. At first I was randomly picking out the characters I wanted to make one for, then I realized, it’d probably be best, if each squad got one animation. The 501st gets Rex, the 212th gets Cody, the CG gets Fox, the 104th gets Wolffe, and the 241st gets Tukk. CF99 got Hunter but I really wanted to make one for Tech as well, since modeling and texturing him took the longest 💀

Once all of that’s done, I can finally move on to animating the trailer video. Which I’m terrified of, but oh well lol

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twiggoblin · 6 days

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MISS CONGENIALITY | 2000

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twiggoblin · 9 days

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Song inspiration: I’m Yours by Isabel LaRosa

Bad Batch Echo x F!Reader

Main plot: Naughty dreams about my boy Echo- but the man doesn’t even call you by your name in real life.

18+ MDNI | MENTIONS OF DEGRADING DURING SPICY TIME (THERE IS NO PRAISING DURING THE SPICY TIME!!!) | P in V | cum slut.

Reblogging, Likes, comments, and following isn’t a necessity but it’s welcomed 🫶🏻

Yes right there.

His hand grip loosened from your neck as it traced down your chest, to your stomach then traced further down.

Fuck.

His thumb went to your small clit rubbing it…toying with it.

This couldn’t be real.

Your thighs shaking and were attempting to wrap around his waist, it was loose but the pleasure was causing your legs to grow in a tingly feeling.

It was almost a fever dream.

Your wrist was bonded down to the bed as your back was aching up as his hips slammed into yours aggressively. You didn’t know how you got into the position of being under Echo but you weren’t complaining since you were being pleasured and used for his pure enjoyment.

As you tried to look at Echo— your eyes began to water from the stimulation. His eyes were trained on your body moving from his sharp thrust. “Look at you being a selfish little cum slut,” his voice was raspy.

Fuck, you were close to cumming.

“But girls like you don’t deserve to cum…no you just deserve to be filled up like a little whore that you are.” His voice was seductive and low.

You were so close.

You were there.

But you weren’t.

You sat up quickly as your eyes snapped open…it was a dream.

All of it was fake…only a little imagination that your mind was wanting…well wanted but you always pushed it to the back of your mind.

Echo and you never even spoke like that unless it had to do with a mission. He doesn’t even say your name…it’s almost like he avoids trying to even mention you.

Beams of sweet was falling down from your forehead from the intense dream.

No…you shouldn’t even be thinking of that man like that.

You tightened your thighs together trying to relieve any tension that was burning between your legs- you wiped your forehead and groaned from annoyance.

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You were sitting in the arcade area, not being able to sleep anymore since the dream replayed in your head of your body willingly being used by Echo. You remained in the shadows with no thought behind your eyes.

Finally the rest of the Bad Batch members and Omega came into the building wearing their regular armor.

“There you are,” Tech spoke out loud as he noticed you first. “You got up early this morning.”

“Yeah- I couldn’t sleep anymore so I just came here…” you spoke softly getting up from your seat and looked at them until you locked eyes with Echo.

Echo eyed you up and down before looking away.

It felt as if he knew what happened.

Oh my kriff… what if he heard you.

What if he could see it all over your face.

You crossed your arms under your bust looking away.

As the others walked to Cid’s office Echo looked at you once more his eyes traced your figure up and down taking its time.

You blushed under his gaze shivering and all he did was walk away.

Fuck.

This was going to be a long assignment… how would you be able to look at him in the eyes when you just had a dream about him railing you with no mercy.

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Should I make a PT 2?

#star wars #star wars echo #tbb echo #arc trooper echo #echo #bad batch echo #echo rambles #tbb #sw the bad batch #the bad batch fanfiction

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twiggoblin · 10 days

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Tech/Reader | 1.5k | Rated E | smut, afab!reader, oral sex, Tech pov (mainly), Tech internal thoughts, slight possessive!Tech

He had never been one for flowery words, but as he closed his eyes he realized he understood now what the poets meant about devouring one another.

a/n: originally started out as a follow-up to auxilium, but ended up just being better as a stand-alone.

read on ao3

Tech’s sat on your floor, surrounded by communicator parts. He had offered to repair it for you when you mentioned it was malfunctioning. You had agreed, knowing that even if you said it was fine, you'd find it missing one day and returned, good as new, the next.

He comes over to your place more often, now. The first few times you had hovered anxiously, unsure of if you should find some way to entertain him, worried that you were boring him.

"I enjoy being in your company," Tech had stated matter-of-factly, halting your nervous fussing. Since then, you’d relaxed, going about your own activities while he worked on various projects.

He had built you some clever devices, intended to make your life easier. A tea kettle that would ping to your wrist comm, letting you know when it was at the perfect brewing temperature. A sensor on your door that actually worked, so you didn’t have to risk opening it up just to find some drunk passed out on your step.

Tech struggled to give voice to his feelings. He sometimes lacked the nuance that came easily to others regarding certain topics. It was easier for him to simply do. Every time he soldered a wire or tightened a bolt, it was a little testament to his affection towards you.

The sound of the bathroom door caught his attention. He watched as you emerged, toweling your damp hair, dressed only in underwear, content to let the rest of your body air dry.

He appreciated that you felt comfortable enough to share some of your quirks around him. In fact, Tech appreciated many of the small habits he observed in you - this one included, and not just because you were bare. Sometimes, he found himself musing about them while waiting for data to compile or during hyperspace journeys.

The way you flip your tools in your hands idly. There was a callus on one of your fingers, from the friction, and he could sometimes feel it when you touched him in certain sensitive places.

The lines between your eyes, when you frown. The subtle asymmetry of your brows, one rising higher than the other.

He likes that you don’t roll your eyes when he rambles, sitting through many impromptu lectures in good grace. The way that you’ll remember where he last left off, ask genuine questions, and invite him to continue.

He appreciated how he could sense when you wanted him to kiss you: your eyes darting to his lips, hands tensing and relaxing.

He cherished the tremble of your skin under his touch, whether his palm was spread over your abdomen or between your shoulder blades.

You sat on the edge of your bed, towel draped over your arm, looking humorously at the parts spread out on the ground.

“You’re going through a lot of trouble for me,” you joke. “I’d still like you even if you didn’t fix everything I own.”

“It’s no trouble,” Tech replies softly. Your knee is next to his head, droplets of water evaporating into the dry air. He can see the goose prickles on your skin.

A soft smile on your lips. “Don’t you have to go soon?”

Tech hums thoughtfully. His squamates were becoming suspicious of his increased absences. It was Echo who had approached the topic most directly, weeks ago on a long hyperspace transit back to Ord Mantell.

Tech didn’t know exactly why it bothered him or why he felt somewhat possessive over the knowledge. Over you. He had kept his tone neutral in response, hoping Echo would get the hint that it wasn’t something he wanted to talk about. The former ARC trooper didn’t look convinced but had dropped the subject.

It didn’t stop him from paying you a visit the very next day, however. And the day after that. And most days since then.

“Yes,” Tech decides. “But I want to be here.” Placing his hands on your knees, he pushes himself up and over you. You eye him, leaning back to keep his face in view.

He slots himself over your body, pressing his nose just above your belly button. Your skin, still slightly damp, smells wonderful.

“Tech," you mewl halfheartedly. “I just washed…”

He trails his nose down to the apex of your thighs. “You can wash again,” he breathes, kissing the fabric of your panties over your mound.

You must realize it’s a lost cause because you lean back with a sigh and throw an arm over your tired eyes.

He kisses you through the fabric, suckling softly, The fabric grows wetter between his tongue and your slick. He can see the color of your skin through the translucency, swollen and waiting for him. But he has the time, and the patience, and the desire to make this last.

Pulling the fabric to the side, he flicks his tongue over your clit, making you squirm. Your thighs twitch, and he knows you want to prop them up. He obliges you in this way, letting one of them lift over his shoulder. The other he pats, enjoying the plush way they mold under his hand.

More than one previous lover had made remarks about ‘using his mouth for other things’, insinuating that his clever tongue could be used for more than wit. It had never really sat well with him before, the suggestion that he was too much, too talkative, that his mouth would be more useful to them elsewhere.

Tech didn’t feel that way about you. He could spend hours between your legs, memorizing you through touch and taste alone. He took great offense at leaving any job half-done, and this was no exception. He wasn’t satisfied until you were satisfied, and even then he would be so hyper-focused at times that it wasn’t until you’d pry him away with shaking hands that he’d realize you were moments away from passing out from pleasured exhaustion.

Tech moves the hand on your thigh down to ease two long fingers into you. Glancing up, he can see those lines between your brows, eyes screwed shut. He feels you tense and then relax, caught between adjusting to the new sensation and giving in to the continued assault from his mouth.

He’s careful, delicate almost. His tongue curls around your clit, his teeth just barely creating pressure. You pulse with it and he releases, wanting to draw this out further. He likes when you’re desperate for it, writhing and rambling nonsense. It won’t be until you’ve begged, pleaded, bargained that he’ll let you come. Tech likes to be awash in your praise - it makes his cock throb to hear how good he does it, how good he makes you feel.

It’s more than just physical pleasure, too. Tech supposes he could have stopped himself from falling in love with you. Love was powerful and dangerous. It wasn’t predictable and defied attempts at pathology. It required one to give up control and give in to vulnerability. It wasn’t logical, and it wasn’t something he had ever prioritized before. Lust was much simpler in comparison.

You threw unknown variables into the carefully charted graph of his mind, his perception of who he was, and his place in the galaxy.

It was overwhelming, at times. Something that would need to be parsed out eventually, tallied, and taken inventory of. But for now, he channeled it into attending to your body, focusing solely not on what he thought but on what he could feel, on the lust coursing through him.

The shadows on the wall change and the dimmed lights click on before Tech’s finished with you, pulling back to see you panting. This was some of his best work so far, he thinks, wiping his chin absently. His cock, pressing against his blacks, is achingly hard. He lets it pulse as he watches you, enjoying the edging sensation. He’ll let you decide, once you’ve gathered yourself, if you’d like to go any further. And if you decide that you’re tapped out, that’s all right - just as much as he likes to feel your mouth on him or be buried in your cunt, he likes to sit back and have you watch him stroke himself until he’s coming hard over his hands or spraying over your stomach.

You’ll attempt to apologize later, but he’ll quiet you with his lips. Why should you apologize, when you’ve given him as much as you have? When he desires you so intensely? When you sate the monstrous appetite he didn’t know he possessed? He’d have to find the time, the courage, to figure out what it all meant. What he wanted, what you wanted, and what - realistically - was possible.

But now was not that time, he knows, as you push yourself up and pull him closer. Tech holds your head as your trembling hands pull down his blacks, breath leaving him shakily through his nose as you take him into your mouth.

He had never been one for flowery words, but as he closed his eyes he realized he understood now what the poets meant about devouring one another.

#tech x reader #tbb tech x reader #tech smut #tech tbb

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twiggoblin · 12 days

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I wish Echo had been with the Batch when Phee did her stealth approach.

Becauae while Hunter is panicking going 'PHEeEeEeEe' Echo would be up front going

Because he's seen Anakin's flying, heck, he's probably experienced it.

And no, I will not be clarifying which side of the gif he would be (because it's probably both).

#star wars #the bad batch #tbb echo #tbb spoilers #arc trooper echo

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twiggoblin · 15 days

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fark me

#he sooooo #the long legs are killing me #the bad batch #tbb #the bad batch season 3 #the bad batch spoilers #tbb spoilers #crosshair bad batch #tbb crosshair #crosshair

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twiggoblin · 16 days

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crosshair drabble cause that man has taken over my thoughts

- crosshair is the type of guy to literally act like your bodyguard. you wanna go on a mission by yourself? funny.

“I’ll be back in a few hours.”

He picks up his helmet, “That’s nice. I’ll meet you on the ship.”

- will absolutely pick you up and throw you over his shoulder whenever you give him attitude.

“roll your eyes again, pretty.”

so you did. the two of you had gotten a little agitated with each other on this particular mission.

he sighs and flicks his toothpick to the ground.

you see his hands reach for your waist, “what are you-“, you cut off with a yelp as he throws you over his shoulder.

“I’ll put you down when you’re done with that attitude.”

“I’m gonna kill you.”

he pats the area behind your knee, “how touching.”

- LOVES to pull you into a random alcove of the marauder and kiss you like the ship is going down. any minute he can get alone with you is a blessing. idc what anyone says, this man is a gentle kisser. the kind to put his hand on the back of your head to keep you in place UGH!!!

#star wars #the bad batch #tbb crosshair #crosshair Drabble

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twiggoblin · 16 days

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binnie + cockwarming

hard thought hours (and it's always binnie, isn't it.)

just the idea of changbin sitting on the couch in the dorm while the others are out, lounging on the morning of his cheat day - aka the only day of the week that he doesn't go to the gym after waking up - and you come waddling out of the bedroom in his shirt and nothing more, having slept in it the night before. his eyes immediately fall on you and his head lifts from resting against his fist, elbow on the back of the sofa and thighs spread wide where he rests. "hi, baby."

"g'morning," you'll mumble, seating yourself right in his lap to make him huff. he chuckles and lets his arms lace around your hips, hands immediately making way to gently caress over your inner thigh and then over your slit that's already dripping wet.

"dreaming of me?" he'll grumble, voice still gravely with sleep and eyes lidded when he looks up at you. he's not very awake either but he's already chubbing up in his sweats and he's happy to tug his cock free when you nod. of course you were dreaming about him. he'll sigh out and adjust your position in his lap, gently maneuvering (cough manhandling cough) your hips so he can slide his thick fucking cock into your cunt and stretch you out so good. he'll groan, eyes slipping shut and head lulling back at the warmth and slick that engulf him. you'll just sit pretty and keep your eyes on the television, leaning back into him while his arms tighten a bit around you. the two of you will sit and relax like that for the morning even when jisung comes back from breakfast. but by then binnie's already rubbing your clit in soft circles with his fingertips, his free hand occupied by your mouth while you suck on his middle and ring fingers idly. and binnie doesn't really care if ji sees. in fact, maybe he'll invite ji over to eat you out while he's still buried deep and kissing your cervix.

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#stray kids #skz #changbin #seo changbin #changbin smut #changbin x reader

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twiggoblin · 16 days

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