a redraw of a tech from last year :D
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That is the bucket tilt of someone who is going to cause problems on purpose
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Howzer with double thigh holsters and chest kit... That is all... 💙💙💙
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Just popping in from my hiatus to throw this little guy out there. I am scared for todays eps so I want to share my delusion with y’all where tech is in fact fine and lives with me in plush form along with crosshair and soon to be the rest of the batch
I wish all of us good luck in the coming hours, and I pray that we all survive intact
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In The Kitchen
The Bad Batch x gn!reader, slight Hunter x reader if you squint
Word count: 584
Warnings: fresh pasta
a/n: just a lil’ domestic!TBB drabble.
“Hey Wrecker, how’s the sauce coming?” you asked, not looking up from the task at hand. You were busy rolling out sheets of pasta dough, and you didn’t want to cause the dough to wrinkle or fold. Plus, since there were so many people to feed (including Wrecker), this was gonna take a while and you needed to focus.
“Good! I think it needs a bit more salt though, can you taste it?” he responded.
“If someone brings me over a spoonful of it,” you stated. As you feed another sheet of dough into the machine, Echo comes over and puts a spoonful of sauce near your mouth. You leaned over and tasted it, thinking for a moment before giving Wrecker the go-ahead to add more salt.
“How does this look?” Omega asked from her space on the counter. She was busy making the garlic bread, her favorite part of the meal.
“Looks good, bud!” you affirmed. She beamed and went over to the oven, scooching Wrecker out of the way to put the tray of bread in before setting the timer. Coming over to where you were working, she asked, “What else can I help out with?”
“You could set the table,” you offered, nodding to the cupboard and drawer where the plates and silverware were respectively. Echo moved to the cupboard to grab the plates for Omega as she wasn’t tall enough to reach them herself. She accepted them with a quick thanks before placing them on the table in the middle of the room and going back for the silverware.
Finally, you finished rolling the pasta dough, so you switched out the rolling attachment for the cutting one. As you fed the dough through the machine once more, the pasta came out sliced and ready to be cooked. You stood back to admire your work, and Omega bounced over, saying, “It all looks and smells so good! I can’t wait to eat it!”
“I couldn’t agree more,” said Hunter, who propped himself up against the doorframe of the kitchen. He made eye contact with you and winked, causing you to look away and blush slightly. Echo rolled his eyes and chuckled to himself before going over to pour the drinks.
The timer went off for the garlic bread, so you and Omega went to check on it, accidentally bumping into Wrecker in the process. It looked good, so you pulled it out and placed it on a hot pad in the middle of the table next to the salad that Omega had made earlier. Checking to see how everything was progressing, you asked, “I’m gonna start cooking the noodles, but it won’t take very long. Omega, can you go find everybody else and tell them to come in here for dinner?”
“Yep!” she said, skipping away. You could hear her calls of “Tech, Crosshair, Hunter, time to eat!” followed by Wrecker’s stomach gurgling loud enough for the whole house to hear. He shrugged and responded with, “What? I’m hungry.”
“It’s okay, we’ll be eating soon,” you reassured. He took the sauce and placed it on the table as well. You checked to make sure that the pasta was done, straining it and adding it to the already crowded table. As everybody filtered in and sat in their usual seats at the table, you couldn’t help but stop for a moment and think to yourself how lucky you were to have these little moments with the people you cared about the most.
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unfinished crosshair sketches
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Obi-wan without sleep for 72 hours: Cody, would you perhaps... still love me if the force turned me into a worm?
Cody on seven cups of coffee and currently on his eight: ... That's not how the force works.
Long stretch of silence as Cody sips from his mug: . . .
Cody again, without missing a beat: Yes.
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Ngl this was way funnier in my head
(If you like my work consider reblogging ty <3)
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Tech: Roses are red
Tech: Violets are blue
Tech: Sunflowers are yellow
Tech: You expected something romantic but these are just gardening facts.
Phee: Nope. I knew where that was going.
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Echo & Wrecker snuggles reblog if you agree
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