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[ID: 3 digital artworks illustrating a variety of ocs. The 1st image showcases a black and white creature that vaguely resembles a bipedal dalmatian, with long curled ears and an underbite. Behind them is a colorful background, with various strange monster silhouettes scattered within it and four DNA strands emitting from the central character. The 2nd image features Byome, a bipedal amphibian creature with no mouth or nose, a single giant eye, and fishbone-like gills sprouting out of her head. She’s shown to wear a fish for a hat, and bright yellow galoshes, as well as occasionally wearing a skull mask and wielding a nail-filled bat. The final drawing is a sketchy doodle of a humanoid character, with moth wings and a hole-filled sweater. He’s shyly peering to the right behind large glasses. End ID]
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#my art#ocs#baxel#mione byome#allen#moth#tw trypophobia#amphibian#axolotl#monster#glix#grokies#seikorg#lumids#sabergrit
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more rpdworld doodles because yes.
i'm feeling in a goofy mood today >:)
feat a sequel to og axels maid conundrum
(ocs belong to @lunaglitchercc and others)
#baxel#blue x axel :3#thebekashow#art#rpdworld#lunaglitchercc#rpdworld demise#finally got his name- ough#rpdworld marlin#>:3
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old rp account fanart i made back in 2022.
#dave and bambi#dnb#popcorn edition#fnf dave and bambi#baxel#banzack#dambu#bambistep#banjex#bamburai#bamberly#bambeez#fnf bampal#wedsen#dave and bambi golden apple#golden apple fnf
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Why this make me remind to Baxel?
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funny aggie.io doodles from my favorite popcorn mod character baxel <3
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Aaron "Reaper" Baxell
I bit the fucking apple,
I'm surrounded by some snakes
Aaron Baxell; 37
Aaron is often regarded as the defacto right hand in the Branch, being able to perfectly follow a plan to the letter and ensure the rest of the branch does the same.
Of all the members, Aaron is the quickest to start a fight as well as finish them. Overall the worst anger issues you've seen in a human man, he's very easy to tick off. Though it takes a special type of tick to get him violent, so he is safe to interact with.
Aaron is entirely focused on his job, he has nothing else. He keeps the team focused and makes sure the Branches reputation is one of a hard-working and feared task force.
Background;
Aaron is originally from Portloe, Cornwall, though he wouldn't be able to tell much about it since he moved to the states with his uncle when he was 6. Why? He was kinda socially banished by his parents. Why?? His anger issues have always existed ever since he was a lil lad, so after a freak accident where he put his eldest brother into a coma he got sent to America.
He hasn't had much contact with his family since.
Aaron grew up a troubled youth that had no choice but to join the military if he wanted any form of a good life in his eyes.
After a few years, he became close friends with O'Brien and joined the Branch after some convincing from Nex.
The Branch is one of the only times Aaron has ever felt fully accepted in a group.
Song that inspired this cunt;
fun fact; Corpse is perfectly how I imagine Aaron sounding; but for the voice claim video I used the other man that inspired him because I needed the voice to be cough cough british.
If a pussy wanna say shit, then I'll fuckin' stomp his face in
Moots for my Madness:
@bluecoolr-main @damien-mlm @rottent33th @ajarofpickledtears @slaasherslut @the-pinstriped-hood @solmints-messyocdiary
#the dragonfly branch#oc stuff#original character#aaron baxell#im having so much fun with moodboards yall have no idea
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So lonely, so lonely... I require asks. :'(
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After much consideration I’ve decided to name my new enby axolotl Baxel!
They have been welcomed into the plushie family!
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I couldn’t remember the ship name for Axel and Benatar and I was like “is it axetar or baxel???”
It was neither ☺️💔
BAXEL SOUNDS LIKE A SEASONING BYE
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when i post baxel, no one bats an eye.
but when i post bamwind, society goes batshit crazy
because bamwind is 🔛🔝‼️‼️ 🔥🔥🔥🔥🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️
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i noticed u were doing requests and also i went to ur account and i was like "2bloved is my best friend !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! woaah !!!!!!!!!!!!!" anyways my gay self is here to request a silly little banjex x reader !! yippee ! anyways *puts on sunglasses and gets on skateboard, falling over* liam out *epic outro song plays*
tw / cw | mentions and acts of smoking + getting high , mentions of weed and using it & swearing.
a/n | OH EM GEE !!! HIII !!! BANJEX IS THE SILLIEST GUY !!! *silly little sfx plays in the bg*
fandom(s) | dave and bambi , dave and bambi : popcorn edition
character(s) | Banjex
GREASY ASS HAIR/j
i’m joking i swear
he tries not to smoke or get high around u but fails , so uh you have a oil diffuser around the stylish gods house for that
he loves cuddling , like this boy be all over u all the time… like chill out man i just tryna watch the new dhmis tv show…
you guys go to baxel’s movie theater a lot , and he always chooses the worst comedies ever but we still love him <33
you help around the weed farm sometimes , not all the time tho
you have to break up scuffles between the stylish gods most of the time, it doesn’t matter if your 2d or a god, you always stop them somehow
he really likes painting nails !
( mostly yours but he’ll join in on the fun every once and a while )
#banjex#fnf banjex#fnf#dave and bambi#fnf x reader#vdab x reader#dave and bambi popcorn edition#banjex x reader#headcannons#real#🧪.txt
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Can u tell us about Baxel? How did ey come to be?
[ID: A digital sketch page compiling multiple ocs. The top left features 5 different species; from left-to-right are the Grokies, slug-inspired creatures with sharp teeth & huge arms, the Seikorg, snail-inspired species with rolled-up eye stalks & shell-hats, the Lumids, jellyfish-inspired species with large hands & decorated caps, the Glix, magnetic-fluid creatures wearing masks & stomach plates, & finally the Sabergrits, a reptilian & avian combination with a large main eye & winged arms. Below them is someone named Baxel, who is black & white, curly eared, with a spiked tail, underbite & tired eyes. Fe's shown to be an artificially created amalgamate of all 5 species, plus some dog dna. To the right are their parents, a Seikorg/Grokie mix called Slug & a dalmation reporter called Broaden. End ID]
Lore-wise, Baxel was originally commissioned as a test-tube baby by their parents (common practice, esp for those who are sterile/don't have means of natural reproduction) and was only suppose to have the DNA Slug and Broaden- however, fe ended up being illegally modified by their bio-engineer, and was later even stolen by said engineer, raised as their own kid after they claimed skull died due to complications. Parents and child continued not knowing the other existed for 16 or so years, until Baxel got involved in a bunch of stuff that led vox to learning about their conception, as well as about the species they're related to.
Baxel's "bonus" modifications included the addition of Lumid, Glix and Sabergrit dna, which coupled with the Seikorg and Grokie dna from Slug, made them a rare and unique mix that's also potential cause for corporate conflict. See, the 5 aforementioned species are technically copyrighted, super secret, artificially created, and incredibly destructive creations of bio companies that went missing a couple years back. Not only do/did the creators hate each other, but they kept them a secret to deter copycats, and to perfect them until they could be weaponized. Most of these species ended up breaking away from their birth companies but, for one reason or another they maintain their secrecy and few know about their existence at all. The bio-engineer who "created" Baxel use to work for these companies and managed to steal some samples/ building instructions, hoping to create something really powerful with a five-way amalgamate, something that would rival all species in raw ability. As Baxel grew though, the engineer's disappointment turned into verbal abuse and skull ended up running away at age 16, getting imself into a bunch of shenanigans and potentially stopping an apocalyptic war.
#baxel isnt powerful but their dna lets them bypass a bunch of company locks and secrets so thats cool. plus they get some cool abilities#as for how Slug got out when their species is suppose to be in isolation#they were stuck in a time-out cell for being a nuisance while Broaden snuck in as a reporter and got captured#and they both escaped to avoid Broaden from getting eaten and for Slug to hide some mysterious documents they stole#thats also how they became a couple so that all leads up to Baxel being born#anyways sorry if thats confusing hope that answered ur quesion tho#lore#baxel#sabergrits#grokies#seikorg#glix#lumids#ocs#my art
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The Choices We Make | Chapter 7: Conflicted
{cross-posted on ao3} {masterlist}
<- previous chapter
Pairing: Imperial!Crosshair x Tholothian!OC
Warnings: angst
Word count: 2419
Summary: Crosshair wants to keep Zaree out of trouble.
a/n: Crosshair and Zaree are back!
I finally finished this chapter and can't wait for you to read it!
I have quite a few other projects going, but don't worry, I'll still continue this fic. The message of this story is too important not to finish it.
Crosshair checked himself out in front of the mirror before getting dressed for the day. As a soldier he hardly ever cared much about his physical appearance since he spent so much time wearing his helmet. Shore leave had always been an exception though. With his brothers he used to visit 79s, meeting a nice Twi'lek lady or two. Without his brothers he never considered going back there, and he had different plans anyway. Zaree needed him, and he didn't wanna be late. He splashed cold water in his face, put bacta cream on the scar at the side of his head, and shaved the light stubble of his beard. Ever since he became friends with Zaree it had actually turned into a daily routine for him.
Wearing armor inside the facility was mandatory. So he put on the black plastoid and a toothpick between his teeth before he took his helmet and a simple DC-17 blaster, leaving his quarters, eager to see the young woman.
Zareena, already wearing her civvies, was working on her datapad when he entered the maintenance room. She looked up in surprise, her signature smile was back.
“Cross! Right on time! Thank you for doing this.” She switched off the datapad and left the room so he could change into the civvies that belonged to Lyle. Crosshair sighed, his feelings for her trying to break out of the corner of his mind.
Get a grip! You’re going with her so you can protect her down there. Focus on her safety!
The first time he'd worn them, the civvies had felt strange on his skin, but by now he wished his blacks were as comfortable as Lyle's clothing was. Compared to them, his blacks were somewhat itchy, something he had never noticed until he had worn this outfit for the first time.
Zaree had checked out of her shift and they went the secret way she had shown him last time.
"I wonder how many people will come to this get together. You're so quiet, are you okay?" Zaree asked.
"M'fine." Crosshair replied with an icy tone in his voice. He tried so hard to stay emotionally distant. It's what he thought was best.
"I bet the kids look forward to seeing you again, especially Baxel."
Crosshair rolled his eyes at the mere thought of the Mon Calamari boy who talked way too much for his liking.
The way to the Kjori family's apartment was more of a one sided conversation. He listened to every word Zaree said, but didn't add much. She told him how she and Lyle had become friends and how he had taught her the everyday tasks the job included.
"You know, talking about someone a lot keeps the person alive somehow. Not that I think he's dead, but…" At the last few words her voice broke, but her face remained neutral and so did her posture. That's when Crosshair figured out she was an expert when it came to hiding her true feelings, that there had to be more than the smile she put on every day. But wasn't he the same way? Putting on a brave expression in his line of work?
Crosshair still wasn't used to the stench of the lower levels. He kept an eye out for potential dangers and instinctively put an arm around Zaree. With the scowl he wore on his face, he probably scared away any criminal waiting for their next victim. Still, it was a relief when the door to the apartment building shut behind them. To their surprise the small apartment was crowded with people - friends and neighbors of the family. When their eyes landed on Crosshair, the entire room fell silent, except for Oura who was serving her guests seaweed salad - a Mon Cala delicacy.
"This is the soldier you told us about?" an elderly Nautolan woman asked.
"Crosshair!" Baxel pushed his way through the people to wrap his arms around his waist in a tight hug. "That's my friend!" he declared while Crosshair stood there completely rigid. Everything in him wanted to push the child away, but Zaree's amused chuckle kept him from doing so. "Enough, kid." was all he said, and the boy let go and looked up at him with admiration in his big eyes.
"Who says he won't tell his superiors what we're talking about? We could get arrested, just like my friend Col. He mentioned that he doesn't trust the new Empire while being out with a friend, next thing troopers came out of nowhere and arrested him. Chila hasn't seen him again ever since." the Nautolan woman said.
"What do we know so far?" Zaree asked. "Did y'all compare your financial records?"
"Yes, and the fee varies between households based on how many people live in one household, and the district you live in. The Empire doesn't even care about your salary." Oura explained.
"What if he arrests us for speaking our minds?" a middle aged human man asked, pointing at Crosshair.
"Not my orders." he replied, keeping a neutral expression.
"What are your orders then?"
"I'm on shore leave today, no orders. Say what you want, I'm just here to keep Zareena safe in that shady district you call home."
A discussion about the security fee broke loose. The human man, Mr. Darga, lived alone, and his security fee was still higher than the one the Kjori family had to pay because of the little convenience store he owned. Neela, the Nautolan woman, had to pay less than the Kjoris, because she only owned a little apartment with her husband. A young Twi'lek man named Griff was a single dad who couldn't afford enough to eat at the end of each month, and Risa, a middle aged Zabrak woman, had to move to a different part of town. Due to the fee she couldn't afford rent anymore, and now her way to work was even more unsafe than before.
"You know what else they do?" she raised her voice. "I've been working in the library for more than twenty years. A few days after the Republic fell some people in gray uniforms turned up at the library and took so many books and they gave me a very long list of books they say are now banned. And in the last few weeks I got deliveries with books I didn't order. When I read them, all of them were glorifying the Empire and its military."
"I didn't know it's that bad." Zaree said with a deep frown.
"Civil compliance makes our job easier." Crosshair muttered, leaning casually against the wall and shoving a toothpick between his lips.
"He's one of them! How can you trust this guy, Zareena?!" Mr. Darga yelled.
"He's my friend! I know I can trust him because… my heart tells me so!"
Why did Zaree's words feel like they stabbed Crosshair in the chest? Suddenly the air inside the small apartment became too thick for his liking, or was it the heavy feeling inside his chest making him feel this way?
"I'll wait outside." With these words Crosshair left the room, sitting down on the cold staircase right outside the apartment. He was angry, but he didn't fully understand why. It had something to do with what Zaree said, but it was not her he was mad at, nor anyone else in the apartment. What had he gotten himself into? It would be his duty to call for backup and arrest everyone in this apartment for treason against the Empire, yet all he did was sit on the staircase, musing about ways to ensure nobody found out about Zaree's obvious disdain for the very people she worked for. Nobody could ever find out. She cared, she was kind and compassionate, everything Crosshair thought he wasn't. He couldn't bear to see his only friend through a prison rayshield.
After thirty minutes the door opened and Zaree came out, putting on her dark blue jacket.
"Sorry it took so long, really."
"Patience is a core trait any skilled sniper has." he responded with a shrug and a cocky smirk.
As they went on their way back through the district, Crosshair noticed that it was now Zaree who was unusually quiet. As they stepped into the elevator and she still hadn't said a word, he decided to ask her about it.
"I- It's just… Look, I tried to avoid this question, maybe because I was too afraid of the answer…" She looked him straight in the eye. "If you were given the order to arrest me, would you do it?"
Crosshair was surprised at her question, remembering what he had thought about while waiting for the get together to end. He averted his gaze, he couldn't just lie to her. "Orders are orders."
Zaree's brown eyes widened in fear and she took a step back. Not that there was much space in that small elevator, so her back touched the transparisteel wall. The way she stared at him with tears welling in her eyes made him feel uneasy.
"I'm just being honest." he added.
"You know you deserve more, Crosshair? You clones are treated like shit by the military, you basically have zero rights. You're my friend and you deserve more than being treated like this. So why follow their orders?"
His heart felt as if a ton of bricks weighed it down. He didn't wanna talk about it - the guilt he felt for what he had done to his brothers and Omega under the influence of the chip.
"You don't know what I deserve." he spoke with a sharp edge to his voice. "If it's any comfort to you, I would try and avoid a situation where I had to arrest you. Look, I- I was created to be a soldier, just like any clone. There's nothing else in this life for me but my service to the Empire." he tried to explain.
I deserve nothing more after what I've done.
"You just came with me to keep me safe on the lower levels, you help me with the search for my friend. You listen to my rambling and you're respectful compared to many other people at the headquarters… Actions mean more than words, you are deserving of kindness and a life away from all this."
Crosshair didn't understand what she saw in him, but he was sure that if she knew what he had done - what the chip had made him do - she wouldn't speak like this. She would loathe him.
"I wanna continue what Lyle started while trying to find him. I'm glad I don't have to do it alone."
Crosshair grabbed her arm and she stopped in her tracks. "You should forget about this. I know these people need help, but if anyone finds out what you're up to in your free time… It puts you in danger and if you get arrested I won't be able to help you. Just do your job, stay out of trouble and let's keep having these little lunch dates once a day."
Zaree sighed and removed her arm from his gentle grip. "Don't expect me to look the other way when people need help. You were there, you heard what they said. What happens to these people is unjust and somebody needs to do something!"
"Then let it be someone else! Please, Zaree!"
She was surprised when she saw something in his eyes, even if just for a mere second, what looked like vulnerability.
"I need to do this for Lyle. He would take the same risks for me." She looked so confident. Crosshair knew, after meeting Lyle's family and friends, that what Zaree did was not foolish, but very brave. Hell, she was as brave as a soldier, he thought, but at the end of the day she was just an overlooked maintenance worker. He wanted to help her and have her back, but at the same time keep her out of any trouble. How could he protect her if she became a rebel - an insurgent - someone Crosshair, like every other Imperial soldier, was ordered to eliminate on sight?
As they reached the Imperial army headquarters, Crosshair put his armor back on, and somehow it felt heavier on him than usual.
"See you tomorrow?" Zaree asked with the signature smile on her face.
"Lunch. Same time as always." he nodded, but then went completely rigid as she jumped, wrapping her arms around his neck in a warm embrace. He tried to ignore the way she made his heart flutter, he tried so hard.
I don't deserve her. Get a grip!
"Thank you for joining me today. That doesn't mean that I don't know how to use a blaster though." she clarified, letting go of him.
Crosshair chuckled. "Is that so, little one? You need to show me sometime."
He liked the thought of spending time with her at the shooting range and showing off his skills to her. The only problem was that she didn't have clearance to the floor the shooting range was located. They could both face serious consequences if they were caught. It was too risky.
That evening he went there alone after taking a quick detour to his quarters to pick up his beloved firepuncher rifle which was really kind of an extension of himself.
Hitting targets, never missing a shot, came naturally to him. It calmed the storm that raged in his heart and mind. Zareena occupied both, he couldn't stop thinking about her, nor did he want to. She was the first person after his brothers and sister he actually cared for. He shouldn't, he really shouldn't, but he couldn't help it. It frustrated him that he couldn't allow himself to act on his feelings. He let his frustration out on the targets for hours.
She's the one who deserves more than working in a humid basement. She deserves to be with someone who's good and can show her the Galaxy, and that can't be me.
At the first light of dawn he returned to his quarters, eyelids heavy and with a headache. After taking a quick shower he let himself fall on the mattress of his bed with a groan. Sleep came fast and quietly. Brown eyes with a joyful gleam and little lines in their corners from laughing, that broad smile on her plump lips. Crosshair sighed in contentment, not used to dreams as beautiful as this one.
He was definitely in trouble.
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a/n: Crosshair is head over heels for Zaree and refuses to acknowledge it. I think we can all agree with Zaree that Cross deserves the world, he really does!
#tbb crosshair#crosshair#crosshair x reader#crosshair x oc#the bad batch#crosshair fanfiction#tbb#the bad batch fanfiction
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DNB characters 58-60: Baxel, Galactic Bambi, and Tristan but awesome
#dave and bambi#fnf dave and bambi#gapple edition#dave and bambi golden apple#dave and bambi popcorn edition#popcorn edition
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Transgender flag color picked from Baxel
#color picked pride flags#color picked flags#dave and bambi#fnf#fnf dave and bambi#vs dave and bambi#popcorn mod#popcorn edition#dave and bambi popcorn edition#fnf popcorn edition#popcorn#transgender#trans#trans pride#transgender flag#trans flag#transmasc#lgbtq+#lgbtqia#lgbtedit#lgbtq#lgbtq community#baxel#fnf baxel
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