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I WANT TO TAKE A SHOWER WITH HIM UH NO THATS NOT WHAT I MEANT AHHHH
I'm not sure if it's canon that hunters face tattoo continues further down, but I came across @lornaka s take on hunters tattoos and really wanted to give it a try myself :3
#definitely after a workout *cough cough*#clonesuperiority#the bad batch#the bad batch season 3#tbb#the bad batch spoilers#tbb spoilers#tbb hunter
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Can Dave filoni make a series about Darth Maul in the clone wars animation style please
Some Maul doodles because it was only a matter of time before the obsession resurfaced
#star wars#star wars fanart#digital art#darth maul#darth maul fanart#maul#maul star wars#maul fanart#he’s just a little guy
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I know everyone is excited for Polin but I’m afraid I will be team Debling 😭
If he is collateral damage, I’m pretty sure I will be writing fan fiction for him
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I love him so much 😭
a few crosshair drawings from the past months
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😭😭😭😭😭😭
His body language after he realises he has missed the shot was the final blow for me. I literally passed out
he missed because he panicked. He missed because he shot before he could properly line it up, because the thought of losing Omega terrified him so much.
I am unwell.
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All you do is cry as a bad batch fan
"I never gave up on you did I?"
HIS FUCKING FACE
#i am unwell#crying sobbing throwing up passing out#crosshair#the bad batch#tbb#tbb crosshair#tbb s3#omega#tbb omega#obi wan kenobi
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This is true
How do Rex/Wolffe/Gregor girlies sleep knowing they're safe for the Bad Batch finale:
How do Hunter/Wrecker/Crosshair/Echo/Howzer/Cody girlies sleep:
#(we don't sleep)#the bad batch#tbb#tbb hunter#tbb crosshair#tbb omega#tbb wrecker#tbb echo#captain rex
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Literally sobbed and threw up, basically another day being a bad batch fan
- Omega got taken away
- the marauder got blown up to bits
- crosshair missed the shot
- pabu over
- Hunter doesn’t know his daughter is gone again
How tf am I supposed to wait another week 😭😭
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FILONI WHY DO YOU CAUSE ME MORE EMOTIONAL TRAUMA????
I LITERALLY FEEL SO NAUSEOUS
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Pt 5 - And if I loved you any less, I’d be able to talk about it more
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Crosshair x female reader
Ex lovers to friends to lovers
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It was easy to destroy it all, Crosshair was attuned to it, all he needed was one shot, so he took it. Now it had been days since the night he had spent with you and the silence that plagued the two of you had begun to ruin him.
Describing his feelings had always been a struggle and so he chose to pull away, to grow distant because he had witnessed the horrors of the empire and in his nightmares, he saw you in his place.
He sighed, his eyes fluttered open taking in the view of the sea in front of him as he tried his best to live the soft life when it fact he grew frustrated. He could feel the onset of his tremors and that robot telling him that it was possibly linked to whatever that was going on in his mind, he curled his fingers into a fist when he felt the soft touch of a small hand.
“A big part of meditating is letting go, brother.”, Omega’s voice rippled through him and it tightened his chest.
He couldn’t, he wasn’t able to, even now he could feel your eyes on him from up the hill as you stood next to Hunter and Wrecker, the most important people in his life now lacking trust in him.
How could he have the answers to fix the mess he had made and protect them all even at his expense?
“I don’t think this is working.”, he huffed but Omega didn’t let go of his hand.
“Then we’ll try again, together.”, she closed her eyes and looked at the sunset prompting him the do the same.
The sun was pleasant and warming but instead of looking at it, he wanted to look at you.
To try again meant to restart from the basics, to rebuild himself from scratch and that by itself was difficult when applicable to his sniper skills. But to rectify relationships and build back trust? It felt impossible.
Isn’t loyalty lost after a betrayal?
But it was hard not to move away from Omega, from his sister who believed in him, saw the light in his heart that now he was anxious not to prove her wrong. He didn’t want to fail her expectations so he sat straight and closed his eyes to take a deep breath and start the process of letting things go.
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Wrecker was easy but that was mostly because he had missed Crosshair a lot more that he wished to talk about it. Crosshair knew this because of the sudden hugs and the immediate response to come along to run errands, Wrecker seemed to not hold a grudge.
“Look at you making friends.”, Wrecker laughed heartily when the lady by the docks had thanked Crosshair for his help. It got him to roll his eyes but he had missed this. Missed his brothers and the guilt had eaten up most parts of his spirit when he knew what he had tried to do to them.
He looked over at Wrecker and the words were on the tip of his tongue, an earnest apology but it almost seemed like Wrecker could read his thoughts when he softly jabbed his elbow into Crosshair’s.
“Do you want to try the ice cones from Sally’s shop?”, Wrecker asked.
Crosshair took it in, a small smile breaking across his face.
“I’ve been waiting to take you there, they have your favourite flavour.”, Wrecker added and all Crosshair did was nod which elicited such joy on his brother’s face that he had realised how much he had wanted to have this back.
But you and Hunter were a difficult bunch. He had betrayed one and left the other broken hearted both of which he did not know how to fix.
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“He needs time.”, you heard Hunter’s reassurance and it confused you.
“He betrayed you and yet you take his side?”, you folded your arms to question to which he smiled.
“He’s my brother.”, Hunter stated with a soft expression as though that was enough of an explanation.
“I’ve always wished for him to come back.”, he shrugged his shoulders when you realised that his intuition about these matters were never wrong. But with Tech’s death still haunting all of you, you understood his forgiveness.
All of them had lost so much already.
“But he does need to explain his actions, I’m not letting him off that easily.”, he smiled at you and you gave a curt nod. At least you were on the same page with one thing.
“He’s much more vulnerable when he’s around you.”, Hunter stated next and your gaze grew sharp.
If he was he wouldn’t have asked you to hide your feelings. But before you could come up with a retort, Wrecker’s thunderous laugh echoed down the Marauder and you heard the sultry tone of Crosshair’s voice.
It angered you, because he had chosen to push you away. You got up to leave, Hunter taking in your discomfort or rather your pain that flashed across your face. You didn’t have to explain your actions to anyone, you wanted to get out before either you or Crosshair saw each other. But that plan had failed as he walked into the cockpit along with Wrecker, his eyes instantly finding yours.
Your heart hammering in your chest, yours eye catching his for a second and staying locked in his gaze for a bit longer before it took all of your strength to look away. Wrecker was oblivious to all of this as he passed the ice cone in his hand to Hunter, who was reading the tension between you and Crosshair like a sensor.
“I had one of every flavour.”, Wrecker chirped as he bit into the ice bar in his hand.
“Crosshair helped a lot today, everyone likes him.”, Wrecker continued to speak with his mouth full.
Hunter hummed but his eyes were on you.
“I’m not too sure of that.”, he said slyly as he took a bite from the ice cone in his hand.
“I’ve got to go help Shep with reading the data from today’s tides and to also find out if there is a way we can keep Pabu hidden from the Empire’s radar.”, you said getting up from the seat which belonged to Crosshair.
“Are you coming to the Harvest festival?”, Hunter asked but you knew him too well to know that just like his brothers, he was concocting a plan.
“I may not.”, you responded growing very aware of Crosshair’s gaze on you, as though he was waiting for your answer.
“You need to come.”, Omega said as she walked into the group. You wanted to say no but she had taken a hold of your hand.
“You promised you would last time if Crosshair was back.”, she said innocently and you heard the sharp breath Crosshair inhaled, his cool demeanour now broken as he tapped his foot.
“Yeah.”, Wrecked echoed in as though he too had just remembered your promise and you knew there was no way of escaping this.
“Ok.”, you said defeated by Omega’s and Wrecker’s enthusiasm, you were doing this for them. To hold the stability of this group to just like when it had been when they had last been on Pabu.
They moved away to chat to Hunter when you took your opportunity to slip away that as you turned you were inches away from bumping into Crosshair’s chest and you froze.
You had to try your best to not look up, it had been days since he had hinted to not wanting you around. You had avoided this proximity and seeing him for so long that all that effort was now destroyed by this moment.
You heard him inhale deeply.
He was crumbling. He wanted to tilt your chin up so you would see him. He had so much to say and he hated himself for not being able to say it.
He refrained from it, the itch in his fingers to hold you. You moved to the side just as he did and he moved to other side just as you did and it got nowhere. You and him were locked in this awkward shuffle.
You wanted to push past him when he held up something to you.
“They said it was mix of berries, fruit and cream.”, Crosshair spoke quietly, the ice cone in his hand stretched towards you, the slightest shake in his wrist as he tried to hold firm.
“I thought you might like it.”, he added and what Hunter had said began to make more sense.
You looked up at him and it squeezed your heart, the way his eyes were wide, his mouth sealed shut as though he was going to let his feelings slip.
You wanted to hurt him but you knew he had been through enough. You took the ice cone and he let his fingers brush against yours.
“Thank you.”, you said to which he nodded.
He needed time, so you were going to be soft with him. It was the least you could do.
He felt the heat creep up to his cheeks at your gesture, maybe there was a way to fix this. But he wasn’t going to force it, he wasn’t going to control the outcome based on his fears. He stepped to the side and let you go.
Crosshair watched you walk away and when he turned to looked at Omega and his brothers. All their attention was on him. But it was Hunter’s look of appreciation that mattered most to him.
Hunter dipped his head as though he was approving of this emotionally improved version of Crosshair that it felt like the best reward. It felt good to be back to where he belonged. So he took his seat and heard the ramble of words as Omega recounted her day to Hunter while Wrecker chipped in.
Crosshair’s anxiety had vained so he could finally admit to himself that he did in fact care for them so much, that now in the temporary safety of this island, he was home
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@waytoooldforthis78
#Crosshair#crosshair tbb#crosshair the bad batch#crosshair bad batch#tbb crosshair#the bad batch crosshair#crosshair x reader#crosshair x you#crosshair x y/n
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He is all I want 😫🫶
We didn't just get soft, redeemed Crosshair this season. We actually got gentleman, respects women Crosshair.
Cue me fainting because he is so much hotter after this.
#lord let me marry this man already#i'm fawning over this#i cannot find a gentleman like this in real life#moon's caps#the bad batch#tbb crosshair#my prince#crosshair#clone force 99#star wars tbb
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Falls to my knees
OBI-WAN KENOBI, "THE NEGOTIATOR"
#i will never ever ever ever ever ever ever be over this#ever#obi wan kenobi#kenobi series#his face is just *chef's kiss*#thats the head bitch in charge#kenobi#star wars#kenobiedit#swedit
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Best thing Star Wars ever did is create clones
Artist credit: @zoruui
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Pt 4 - And if I loved you any less, I’d be able to talk about it more
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Crosshair x female reader
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For the first time in months, you felt content. Like you were finally home. The anxious tick in your head had at last stopped. Every morning meant finding a clue to Tantiss, every second meant Crosshair was closer to being lost forever and it made you writhe in your own skin.
But the silence on the ship was further proof that this nightmare had come to an end. Everyone was asleep and you laid here watching the way his dense eyelashes rested over his cheek. As dawn trickled in, it was certain Clone force 99 was finally together albeit for one.
So you nudged closer, your hand trailing up his exposed chest like it was muscle memory to tuck your chin under his neck to hold onto him. As though it was your one weakness, constantly needing him.
Crosshair had always been a still sleeper, resting like a statue, but now he shifted a little when his fingers shook. And every time he did, his hand would reach for you, like now, his index finger tapping away softly at the start of your thigh.
His features looked rugged, like the horrors he had endured would forever be remembered and that made your heart twist. You wanted to hold him tenderly and kiss his bruises away.
All he had done was try to be what he was made to be and that in itself was a weakness the empire had exploited.
He shifted again, his eye fluttering as though he was able to see ghosts, his finger stopped shaking but instead of turning away, his arm coiled around your waist and drew you towards him such that his body fit seamlessly with yours. You warm breath spreading across his chest, his contented sigh as his shoulders relaxed made you wonder if for the tenure you had been apart, the nightmares you both had were the same.
You raised your hand to cup his cheek and felt the harsh lines of his face, the stubble rough under your palm and the faint hum from the back of his throat along with his roaming hands that trailed up your exposed back to get tangled in your hair, you wanted to tattoo his name on your heart.
The words were at the tip of your tongue that neither has spoken for what had felt like decades.
What no one could see was the softness he hid so fiercely. But you knew, you were the recipient of his gentle nature that was concealed behind his armour.
If you could whisper the words now while he was asleep, would it be in vain or have a selfish motive?
Was it proper to give away your heart so easily once again when everyone warned you that his presence here still remained a mystery?
You held on to his arm a little tighter, afraid that he was a figment of your imagination, if you were to open your eyes, he would not be here.
Had the Empire changed his heart?
It was like a rubber band snapping your reality into place, your eyes opening to see his cool grey gaze focused on you. Assessing you and your hold around his arm. The slightest crease on his forehead made you wonder if he was plotting or if he was worried.
He looked … afraid. But as you opened your mouth to state the very words that you had drawn up your courage to say,
He drew away from you and sat up, casting a soft shadow on the rise and fall of his muscular back.
Crosshair rubbed the side of his neck, in this light you could actually see the depths of the scar on his head.
He loved you. It was all hitting him now, like a speeder crash. His heart speeding up, his fears taking flight. Your tender touch unravelled him and he wanted to give you everything. He wanted to take you up to the top of this island and say his vows.
But he couldn’t. For as long as he can remember he has been the disruptor. Him being with you would make you the Empire’s target as well.
You slid your arms around his waist and he tensed up. Placing your cheek on his back, you held on tight to him.
“If you ever plan on running, take me with you.”, you said, trying your best to get your point across with stating the obvious.
His hands found your wrists and in a swift motion he pulled you in front of him. Your head landing on his lap, your hair splayed out over his thighs.
“I know what you’re doing.”, he spoke, his eyes glimmering with mischief as he drew your wrist to his lips to place a kiss.
“I know when you’re scheming.”, you smiled.
“Now admit it.”, you raised your eyebrows at him pointedly.
“To then put a target over your head?”, he questioned.
“I can’t do that.”, he said with a resolve that did not have any hint of humour in it.
“Always so stubborn.”, you chided as you tugged on your wrist he still wouldn’t let go.
“As are you.”, he furrowed his brows.
“Why won’t you find someone else?”, he demanded an answer.
“Why do you insist on being with me?”, there was pain in his words, his eyes begging you to quieten the noise in his head.
“Because I - he placed his palm over your mouth. Your muffled arguing got you no where.
“Lie to me.”, he pleaded.
“Don’t give me hope.”, he said as his tremors kicked in which made him remove his hand. His eyes looking away as he took a moment to compose himself.
“I cannot be selfish and want for more.”, he stated
“Surviving and getting back here has been enough goodness.”, he said plainly and it shocked you. That his metrics of happiness depended on the scale of shame he felt for his actions.
“And will you always only yearn for such meager living?”, you asked drawing close to him as you watched him swallow as though his throat had run dry.
“You cannot have me and still lose me.”, you tried to hold on to the resolve in your voice because if you didn’t, you were seconds away from breaking as tears threatened to fall.
Crosshair grew serious.
He raised his fingers to push away your hair from across your face, his eyes taking in every detail as though he was memorising this moment.
“I am a man who has lost everything.”, he said and a small gasp escaped your lips.
After having been through those nights of longing for his return, it finally sedimented the depths of his ability to detach so quickly.
And his entire world was crumbling. He wanted to kiss you but held back. He was certain this was for the best.
#crosshair tbb#crosshair the bad batch#crosshair bad batch#tbb crosshair#crosshair#crosshair x oc#the bad batch crosshair#crosshair x reader#crosshair x you
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DAVE FILONI STAY AWAY FROM HIM
"I don't like that plan"
"Too bad"
how dare they make me like Crosshair, he was comfortably my least favorite character and they are doing everything to change that
#the bad batch#star wars#tbb#sw tbb#star wars the bad batch#bad batch#clone force 99#the bad batch season 3#the bad batch spoilers#tbb s3#crosshair tbb#crosshair the bad batch#crosshair x oc
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Do you still write for Obi-Wan?
I do!
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Pt 3 - And if I loved you any less, I’d be able to talk about it more
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Crosshair x reader
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And so he didn’t want to stop. He had everything under control and now he didn’t want to anymore. His calloused hands sunk to your hips and fit perfectly.
Your hands wrapped around his neck as you drew closer, to not give him a chance to pull away because he had to know the depths at which his disappearance had destroyed you.
To sit silently as the nights passed watching his old armour stuffed in a box. The vacancy he had left was huge, he was the only one who could look into your eyes and reassure you that everything would be alright and when he wasn’t here by your side, it was torturous.
He groaned against your lips and it rooted you to the present that by some lucky chance he had survived. He found his window to escape and he took it. How you had gotten to his private quarters neither could tell.
His long legs stumbled as he hit the corner of his bed and as he fell, he took you with him.
Pressed on top of each other, your hands splayed on his metal vest. You pulled away as you drew your breath and his eyes flashed a hint of colour.
It was this damn island, he had thought. The laid back air had gotten to him, he criticised himself as his finger tucked your hair behind your ear. His soft panting matching your breathlessness. He could not make sense of it when all at once his guarded heart had its gates wide open. Only for you. The others can wait.
Did you miss me?, he wanted to ask but thought better of it.
He had survived by thinking his brothers were dead but more than the pain from the medication, the thought of having lost you was worser. He could not come to terms with it so easily, if he could have made it out, to only be greeted with the news that the empire had gotten to you too. His only vain hope was you would survive and that kept him going as they contained him like a mad animal in a cage. The thought of you and the sound of his name on your lips were the only anchor that propped him up.
But any thought of that treacherous place was an instant tick, his hand began to shake and he watched as your eyes widened. He bit through, he didn’t want to retreat, he held your waist with conviction that if he pleaded for his past he would somehow be redeemed if you deemed it so.
“What did they do to you?”, you whispered as your eyebrows knit together and resolve settled in the grey swirls of his eyes.
“Everything possible to break me.”, he said slowly, his eye flitting to your lips again as though the only one who had the ability to do that was you.
You inhaled sharply.
You haunted my dreams, you wanted to say but instead cusped the side of his face.
He leaned into it, closing his eyes that as though these gestures were enough to answer these hidden questions.
“And did they?”, you asked, your eyes fixed on his but he relaxed, his finger tips soaking in the warmth of your skin.
“Not quite.”, he responded as the edge of his mouth tipped up.
You drew your finger down his jawline as you felt the scruff on his skin till you got to his chin, which you tilted for him to catch your eyes again.
“What?”, he drawled sarcastically.
“This feels like a dream.”, you said to which he hummed.
His hands pulling away your hair to the side to expose your neck.
“It does.”, he whispered as he planted kisses down the length of your neck.
A soft chuckle burst from within your chest and it felt like a reward to his ears. He brought your lips to meet his as he kissed you with renewed hunger.
Out of control. He didn’t want to be tamed anymore.
You straddled the sides of his waist. His moan that turned into a laugh made you see the stars.
“I know you just put your uniform on.”, you spoke in between his kisses that he didn’t let you finish your sentence.
“Take it off.”, he spoke into your skin, an urgent plea, an order.
But with his hand tangled in your hair, he stopped to draw his breath but he placed his forehead of yours. His warm breath cascading down your lips, his chest heaving as though he didn’t want the burden any more.
“Take it off.”, he said more softly like he didn’t want any artefact of this war between you and him.
You kissed his forehead as your hands worked away the clasps on his armour, you pulled away the pieces and he removed his undershirt. Till your finger felt the soft touch of skin.
He gasped and his eyes locked onto you.
All his scars and broken pieces lay scattered in front of you, but he didn’t seem to shy away now.
“Let me put you back together.”, you placed your hand over his racing heart.
He didn’t answer, even before the words had left your mouth, his had found yours. Like he had been waiting for this very moment. To find you so he can be whole again.
#crosshair tbb#crosshair the bad batch#crosshair bad batch#clone trooper crosshair#crosshair x you#tbb crosshair#the bad batch crosshair#crosshair x reader#crosshair x oc#crosshair
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