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Day 19: "Please Don't" / Adrenaline Crash
@febuwhump prompt: "Please Don't"
@badthingshappenbingo prompt: Adrenaline Crash
Fandom: The Bad Batch
Characters: Hunter, Omega, Wrecker, Tech, Echo
(Did you read Day 5: Rope Burns / Bound & Gagged and Day 12: Semi-Conscious / Over-the-Shoulder Carry? This is a continuation! Follow the links above to catch up on the story so far)
Word Count: ~3005
Click here to read on AO3
Also available in Russian
(with thanks to @tech-o-mania for the amazing translation!)
Synopsis: Hunter loses control as he hunts down the mercenaries who captured and injured Omega.
Art by the awesome @collophora of my gorgeous Feral Hunter! Thank you so much for this beautiful pic and letting me post it with my fic, everyone go view collophora's original post HERE and tell them how great they are! <3
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Omega swings her legs as she sits on the edge of the table, watching as Tech methodically extracts embedded strands of hessian from the wound on her left wrist. Her right is already swathed in bandages, the bacta gel bringing a soothing numbness that dulls the pulsing pain to a background throb.
She draws her breath in as a hiss though her teeth at a particularly painful pull, and Tech glances at her to check she is okay. He doesn’t continue until she nods to give him permission to do so.
The com at the engineer’s wrist crackles to life. “Come in, Tech.” It is Wrecker’s voice, low and urgent.
Tech pauses his ministrations to answer the com. “What is it, Wrecker?”
“I need backup.”
The big clone’s voice over the com is deadly serious, none of his usual joviality.
“What is your status?” asks Tech, his voice taking on a more clipped edge.
“It’s Hunter.”
Tech quickly looks up at Echo, and Omega doesn’t miss the alarmed look that passes between them.
“Will you and Omega be alright by yourselves?” Tech asks, putting the tweezers back in the medkit and standing.
Echo nods, resting a hand on Omega’s shoulder. “Don’t worry about us. Go help Wrecker.”
“Help Wrecker with what?” asks Omega, getting to her feet and looking first at Tech, then Echo. “Are they in trouble?”
“You are still in need of treatment,” says Echo firmly, trying for a smile which comes out too tense to be reassuring. “I’m sure Tech will manage without us.” He gestures back to the table. “Sit back up, and I’ll finish your wrists.”
Tech is gathering his equipment, and Omega leans past Echo to see him set his pistol to stun.
“I want to go with Tech,” she protests softly. “I want to check that Hunter and Wrecker are okay.”
Echo and Tech exchange another look. Omega is getting pretty tired of the unspoken conversations they share with their eyes.
“Finish attending to Omega’s wounds,” says Tech eventually. “Then you may follow… carefully.”
*
Hunter’s pistol is in his left hand, balanced on his forearm which is crossed in front of his body, vibroknife held blade outwards. The hum of adrenaline is in his veins, pulse pounding, slowly building to a tense knot of pain at the base of his skull which will surely become a migraine later.
Two more mercenaries up ahead, just out of sight. He can hear them.
Hunter doesn’t have to think about softening his footfalls. The predator’s stealth comes naturally to him.
In moments he is around the corner and the two men are ten paces ahead, weapons out as they scout the corridor.
They don’t know that death shadows their movements.
In his ear, the com pings. Hunter shakes his head, shutting it off irritably. Not now. Whatever his brothers want, it can wait.
He rolls to his toes, picking up speed. Closes the gap in a sprint.
One shot with his pistol. The laser-burn eats through the first man’s skull. The second turns but Hunter is on him, and the vibroknife tears out his throat before he can cry for help.
Hunter pauses for a moment, surveys his work. That makes four of them he has eliminated now. Four of them who harmed his Omega. Four of them who will never threaten her again.
A high-pitched whine, like tinnitus, sets up in his head. He pulls his helmet off, rubbing his ears, trying to chase away the source of the sound.
His helmet is dropped to the floor, forgotten, as he sets off to find the rest of his quarries.
*
Tech tilts his datapad towards Wrecker. “I have picked up the bounty hunters’ com channel. They seem concerned that they cannot raise a number of their companions.”
Wrecker looks up from fitting binders to the two mercenaries he has captured. “Hunter won’t waste any time,” he says gruffly.
“He may have deactivated his com, but I can still track his locator beacon,” says Tech. “Leave these two here. We must catch up to Hunter as soon as we can.”
*
Hunter crouches on the narrow gangway, watching the knot of mercenaries in the hangar below. Five left. Their conversation drifts to him but it is just noise. He can’t make his head understand the words.
It doesn’t matter what they are saying. Hunter will be among them soon, and their words will give way to screams and then they will be dead. He plans to make sure of that.
The migraine closes its vice-like grip on his consciousness and Hunter pulls his bandana off, trying to ease the pressure at his temples. A faint aurora halos his vision, sparkling in the periphery. His back teeth ache.
He creeps along the perforated metal walkway, feeling it sway a little from the suspension cables that keep it aloft. He holsters the pistol, curling the fingers of that hand around the rail instead. His right hand continues to clutch the vibroknife like it is an extension of himself.
Almost directly above them. From here he can drop onto the group, break his fall with one of their bodies, before wreaking his vengeance.
Hunter climbs silently to the railing. Leans over the edge, gravity pulling at his body, braced now on the outside of the walkway.
Ready to drop.
*
Echo spots the pair of bodies before Omega does. He stops her with a hand on her shoulder and ventures forwards cautiously, already knowing what he will find.
He is surprised to see the half-skull of Hunter’s helmet staring up at him from between the fallen mercenaries. He scoops it up and checks the wiring. The com is undamaged. It has been deliberately disabled.
Behind him he hears Omega.
“Tech, come in. Did you find Wrecker and Hunter?”
She has her bandaged hands pressed to her com, trying to raise her brothers. Echo hurries back to her, Hunter’s helmet in hand. Omega’s eyes go wide as she sees it.
“Is Hunter okay?” she asks in a fearful whisper, reaching out to brush the side of the helmet. The fresh bandages across her palms come away stained red.
“Don’t worry,” mutters Echo, “it’s not his blood.”
There is a moment of confusion before the meaning of his words dawns on Omega. She leans past him to peer down the corridor. Two bounty hunters. Not unconscious. Dead.
“Oh,” she says in a small voice. Then, looking up at him with a determined frown, “We need to find Hunter.”
*
Wrecker and Tech press tightly to the door-frame, one on either side of the corridor that has brought them to this hangar. Tech’s datapad says this is where Hunter should be, but all they can see are the clustered mercenaries.
Wrecker is the first one to look up. His hands move in a quick signal sequence, drawing Tech’s attention to their brother in his ambush position.
“Hunter,” breathes Tech. And as though it is a command, Hunter drops.
The chaos is immediate. Hunter is amongst the mercenaries, pistol forgotten, knife indiscriminately biting through cloth and armour into flesh. Panicked cries answer his sudden appearance. Blaster fire greets him.
Tech and Wrecker recognise Hunter’s grunt of pain like it is their own. They take a single moment to share a nod, and then they too join the fray.
Wrecker charges in, shoulder down, crashing into a mercenary and knocking him away from Hunter. Tech skirts the edge of the hanger, diving into a roll to evade a stray blaster bolt. He comes up with his pistol ready, gaze flitting over the knot of combatants before choosing his target. He knows this is the quickest way to end this.
Omega’s voice comes over the com but doesn’t answer. He needs all his considerable wits about him if he wants to take down his younger brother.
He steadies his aim.
He fires at Hunter.
*
Somewhere beyond the roaring in his ears Hunter is dimly aware that he is injured. There is a lingering trace of heat as the laser-burn crawls against his skin, softened from deadly to merely painful by the layer of his armour. It slows him, but he doesn’t let it stop him.
He ducks a wild haymaker meant to knock him to the ground and comes up inside the man’s guard. The mercenary yells as Hunter’s forehead connects with his nose, blood gouting from the broken cartilage, and Hunter winces at the shout pierces his already tender headache.
The migraine is stabbing behind his eyes now, his vision winking in and out in bright flashes. He has to finish this fight soon, or he won’t be able to.
The sudden jolt of a stun blast catches him in the back. He feels the sensation ripple forwards across his chest, electric, followed by numbness. The blast threatens to short out his enhanced senses.
With difficulty he fights the blackness that follows the stun bolt, dragging his awareness back to the fight. Two others still standing. To his surprise, he realises Wrecker is one of them.
Then Hunter feels an attacker leap onto his back. He howls in panic and anger; instinct directs him to dip his body, rolling the assailant over his shoulder. He grabs them and slams them into the floor, a blow designed to stun.
Recognises the helmet. The goggles.
“Tech?” he slurs in confusion.
And, “TECH!” The shout is echoed by Wrecker, scooping up their fallen brother.
The final mercenary takes advantage of the distraction. Two blaster bolts hit into Wrecker’s back, staggering him, and he clutches Tech to his chest protectively. Hunter watches as the bounty hunter retreats, fleeing for the bikes they came in on.
His prey's footsteps are still reverberating at the edge of Hunter’s enhanced hearing when others approach from behind him. He whirls, sees Echo and Omega.
“What happened?” demands Echo, crossing to Hunter. With one hand he pushes Omega behind him, making sure she doesn’t step round and see the Sergeant. Doesn’t see the feral gleam in his eyes, the sharp and dangerous expression of his open-mouthed panting.
“I’ll find him.” Hunter’s voice is a subhuman growl. “I’ll end it.”
*
Omega paces anxiously, glancing towards the farthest exit to the hanger. Tech is conscious but dazed, propped up against a storage crate as Echo checks his pupils. She worries for Hunter, but she has been told to stay put.
Wrecker finishes restraining the still-living mercenaries and rolls his shoulders, easing out the stiffness of the injuries he sustained. His own blaster is loose in his hands, still set to stun.
The bodies have been hidden to one side, smeared trails of red marking the route they had been pulled. So much for out of sight, out of mind. Omega curls up over her injured hands, rubbing at her wrists through the bandages. The rope burns itch under the healing bacta gel.
“Tech will be fine,” reports Echo, “but one of us should stay with him. Omega?”
“I’m going after Hunter,” she announces, before she can be asked to play medic. She turns and looks at Echo with her mouth set in an unhappy line.
Echo calmly meets her gaze. “Hunter won’t want you to see him like this,” he says softly.
“Hunter needs me.” She is the embodiment of stubbornness. “I know it.”
Wrecker’s big hand touches her shoulder gently.
“I’ll keep her safe, Echo,” he says, voice strained with an ache of worry. He pushes his helmet back down onto his head, the snarling skull hiding the concern in his eyes.
“Let’s go, kid.”
*
Hunter is exhausted, muscles trembling as he forces them to continue. He has to do this. The image of Omega’s injuries is burned behind his retinas, the scent of her fear cloying. He failed to protect her once. He won’t do so again.
One more mercenary, and the job was done. There would be no-one left to threaten her. And if this group didn’t return, perhaps whoever was hunting them would think twice before sending more agents to kidnap her.
Protect Omega. Blood pounds in his head. Every footstep is a hammer-fall on the anvil of his overwrought senses.
Protect Omega.
A blaster shot hits his right hand. The vibroknife is flung free of his grasp, spinning into the air and embedding in the wall above his head. Hunter startles, the pain in his hand almost enough to stop him from evading the follow-up shot aimed for his heart. He twists at the last moment, the blaster bolt grazing his chest-plate.
Then his feral instincts are back, taking over, shutting down the thoughts that are distracting him and driving him forwards into the fight.
Hunter lunges, closing the distance to his would-be ambusher in a burst of speed that belies his injured state. He doesn’t remember that he has a pistol. Instead he barrels into the man, tackling him to the floor. The two of them roll, fighting for dominance, and Hunter comes out on top. Slugs the man. Pain explodes in his knuckles but he doesn’t stop. Again. And again.
Under the onslaught the mercenary’s face is transforming to a swollen, bloody pulp. He writhes and bucks under Hunter, throwing the sergeant off and scrambling for escape. Hunter leaps after him and they are back to brawling, only it isn’t a brawl. The man is sobbing, arms over his head, trying to shield himself from Hunter’s incoming blows. Pleas dribble with bubbled blood from broken lips. The man weeps for mercy.
Hunter’s onslaught continues. One more mercenary, and the job is done.
Protect Omega. Protect her at all costs.
*
Omega and Wrecker round the corner and Wrecker pulls them up short. Hunter is locked in combat with the final mercenary, the sickening sound of fist hitting flesh and the crepitus of broken bone reaching them across the otherwise empty room.
Omega recoils, watching the scene with fascinated horror. The brutality makes her sick to her stomach, but she can’t look away.
Hunter’s hair is loose, missing the bandana that usually tames it, and hangs lank and sweaty about his face. Blood streaks his fists and spatters his armour. The air is punctuated by his soft grunts and laboured breath, and the moans and whimpers emanating from the figure that is huddled beneath his fury.
Wrecker lays his hand on Omega’s shoulder, trying to coax her away. “Omega,” he says, and his voice quavers. He crouches in front of her, interposing himself between her and the brutal scene, and pushes his helmet back on his head to lock gazes with her.
“What is he doing?” Omega whispers in horror, brown eyes wide as she searches Wrecker’s face for answers.
Wrecker merely shakes his head. “You should get outta here, kid. Head back to the Marauder, wait for the others.”
He stands and turns away from her, dropping the blaster and moving towards Hunter with his hands held up defensively. It is like he is approaching a wild animal, wary of attack.
“Hunter, stop it. Please, vod. He’s down, he surrendered. This isn’t right.”
If Hunter hears him he gives no sign. His punches keep flying, sluggish but solid. His victim lets out a single broken sob.
Omega’s com chirps.
“Omega, are you alright?” It is Tech, his voice weak-sounding as he recovers from concussion.
“We found Hunter,” she whispers, riveted on Wrecker’s careful advance.
Wrecker nears Hunter and his victim, one hand extended. “It’s me, Hunt,” he says, softening the brash edge of his voice. “Time to stop. Okay, vod?”
Hunter doesn’t hear him. Or ignores him. It is hard to tell.
“Is Wrecker able to handle the situation?” asks Tech.
Omega shakes her head. “No,” she says, voice trembling with determination. “But if Wrecker can’t make Hunter stop, I will.”
“Be careful, Omega,” Tech warns her, and she steels herself for what is to come.
She steps past Wrecker, ducks to evade his grasp as he tries to stop her. On shaky legs she closes the distance. Hunter, her Hunter, is a creature she does not recognise. Ruthless, bloodstained, no glimpse of gentleness or mercy.
Hunter leans back, winding up for a huge hit. Omega darts in front of him, catching hold of his fist, levelling her intense brown-eyed stare into the wildfire of his fury.
Omega positions herself directly in front of the exhausted sergeant. Hunter is on his knees, tattooed face glazed in sweat and blood that almost certainly does not belong to him. His shoulders heave as he gulps in great lungfuls of air.
“Don’t,” she says. A plea. A command. “Please don’t.”
For a moment Hunter’s eyes turn glassy and unfocused, pupils trembling with rapid dilations before he eventually blinks and manages to fix his gaze on the girl before him.
“Omega?” he croaks weakly, and staggers to his feet. He sways a little, then replants his feet and braces a hand against her shoulder to steady himself. “You’re meant to be with Tech.”
Unexpectedly, he retches. Omega takes a startled step back as Hunter heaves bile, his whole body trembling. When he is done he wipes his mouth slickly on the back of his hand, glancing round in confusion.
Wrecker steps forwards, caution still written in his posture. “Hey, Hunter,” he says softly, a greeting to his brother as he returns to his senses.
Hunter sags against Omega, his arms going round her in relief, and she can feel the uncontrolled quaking of his body as adrenaline fatigue truly sets in.
Quickly Wrecker steps in to support him, taking some of his weight from Omega. But Omega wraps her arms tightly round Hunter’s waist, pressing her face against his chest, ignoring the scent of blood and blaster-fire as she feels his trembling hand run through her hair.
“I forgive you, Hunter,” she whispers, fingers digging into the cracks of his armour as they both cling to each other with equal ferocity. “I forgive you.”
#febuwhump#febuwhumpday19#“please don't”#badthingshappenbingo#adrenaline crash#the bad batch#tbb fanfic#tbb hunter#tbb wrecker#tbb tech#tbb echo#tbb omega#feral hunter#love me some feral hunter#sorry guys not proofread please excuse any typos/mistakes!#i'll check and correct in the morning#posting on day 19 by the skin of my teeth! five minutes to midnight!#edit: awesome art by collophora#tbb fanart#hunter fanart#collophora#just_thoughts
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Thank you so much to everyone that submitted recommendations this week! A comprehensive list of this week’s submissions can be found under the cut! Recommendations are organized by show/media, and any main pairings will be listed after the title.
💕 = 18+ content
🟪 = contains spoilers of a currently running show
Fics:
The Clone Wars:
It Only Takes a Spark (Purge Trooper Cody x f!Inquisitor Reader) by @vodika-vibes
💕 Time After Time (Commander Cody x f!Reader) by @the-rain-on-kamino
Theirs (Commander Fox x f!Reader x Commander Wolffe) by @vodika-vibes
💕 Don't Stop on My Account (Commander Wolffe x f!Reader) by @dickarchivist
💕 One Spotchka Too Many (Captain Rex x f!Reader) by @twistedsarchive
Captain Rex x OC Nia Ficlet by @eternal-transcience
💕 The Last Word (Fives x OC Mal Darroch) by @ariadnes-red-thread
Shattered Sunrise (Mace Windu x OC Danica Morrow) by @pickleprickle
The Choices We Make, The Paths We Tread by lildropofmagic (AO3)
The Number Lads by @jgvfhl
The Bad Batch:
The Hostage by @kybercrystals94
Freeze Thaw by AnEchoInHere (AO3)
The Book of Boba Fett:
💕 This Tender Love (Boba Fett x f!Reader) by @daimyosprincess
💕 Worth the Risk (Boba Fett x f!Reader) by @daimyosprincess
Star Wars Original Trilogy:
Revelations by shOokspeared (AO3)
Republic Commando:
💕 Off the Grid (Niner Skirata x f!Reader) by @the-rain-on-kamino
Batman:
Lavender Blood by @starkskypines
Hetalia: Axis Powers:
Grey Skies Over London by Gemini Star 01 (ff.net)
Every Generation by Gemini Star 01 (ff.net)
Gutters by Glassamilk (ff.net)
Ditches by Glassamilk (ff.net)
Call of Duty:
💕 Riptide (Price x f!Reader) by @the-californicationist
Crossover AUs:
Edward's Babysitting Service (Hetalia: Axis Powers X Fullmetal Alchemist Crossover) by orphan_account (AO3)
Conversations With Patronizing Jerks (Hetalia: Axis Powers X Star Wars Crossover) by @basketofnova
Art:
The Clone Wars:
Republic Troops 501st Poster by @boggsart
Clone Wars Band Art by @pinkiemme
Captain Rex Art by @vivaislenska
Captain Rex Art by @kheimerios
Captain Rex Art by @rackcty
Mace Windu Art by @mudpuddless
Fives and OC Elara McTavish Art by @aliettali
OC Kazi and OC Daria by @eyecandyeoz (from I Yearn and So I Fear by @enigmaticexplorer)
Clone OC Atlas Art by @orionfrommars
The Bad Batch:
Bad Batch Selfie Art by @collophora
Happy Ending Bad Batch Art by @mroddmod
Hunter and Omega Art by @blxem1lk
Hunter Redesign by @snw-faatuatua
🟪 (TBB S3) Hunter Art by @soularsss
🟪 (TBB S3) CX-2 Art by @notnyxxy
Tech Art by @rexxdjarin
Tech and Phee's Children OCs by @nightskyfoxyy
A Place to Hide by @the-rain-on-kamino
Star Wars Original Trilogy:
Young Boba Fett Art by @mrs2224
Jedi: Survivor:
BD-1 Art by @eriadus
Batman:
Batman's Boys by @inverted-typo
How to Train Your Dragon:
Meatlug Art by @spacenintendogs
Call of Duty:
Wraith by @bluegiragi
GIF Sets:
The Book of Boba Fett:
Kia Kaha, Kia Maia, Kia Manawanui by @bobafettdaily
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re: the fic meme - the entirety of No Less Than Two Miracles, and the scene in the fourth work of your Storm universe where Ice has to give up his dogtags for inpatient care
Aaaaah, thank you so much for playing. I'm really excited for you guys to read the neverending story Vox, because No Less Than Two Miracles is really the only TGM-era Ice I've published*, but sadly I have to finish writing it first. :/
I think I've mentioned this, but @collophora drew these sketches of the dogtags scene from Then I Climb in Bed with the Thunder, and they made me and my beta reader cry. Here, have some feels:
*No, that's not true. There's also running through the underworld into your room. But I still want to finish Vox for you guys!
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Heya I just wanted to let you know I linked to your translation on my fic posted here on Tumblr too, right above collophora's amazing art :)
Sending you all the best wishes in the world <3
Oh, thank you very much! I wish you all the best too!💜
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Ice didn’t know how long they stood there, Maverick’s face buried in Ice’s chest while his shoulders shook with sobs, but when Ice looked up, his hand stilled in its motion of tentatively stroking Maverick’s hair.
Goose was standing before them, on the other side of Maverick in front of his own tombstone. His form was close to solid, almost real enough to touch, and when he reached out to place a ghostly hand on Maverick’s back, his smile was the truest that Ice had ever seen it. Like now he could finally be at peace.
“Tom,” he said, and Ice met his gaze automatically. “Thank you.”
And before Ice could reply that Goose didn’t have to thank him for anything, he faded away into the mid-afternoon sunshine, like he had never been there at all.
a scene from my top gun fic Lead Me On (To The Other Side), drawn by the absolutely amazing @collophora.
#top gun#icemav#maverick x iceman#iceman x maverick#goose bradshaw#maverick mitchell#iceman kazansky#collophora#my fics#fic: lead me on (to the other side)#favorite things#stuff for me#coll you have outdone yourself this is BEAUTIFUL#the COLORS#i'm so emo#@ coll thank you so much you're amazing#srsly @ everyone if you haven't commissioned coll by now then what are you even doing
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i hmmmm like the idea of talon widow and los muertos sombra having had an... encounter a decade or so ago maybe
#spiderbyte#sombramaker#widowsombra#sombra#widowmaker#overwatch#my art#i know the glow effect is shitty and the lines arent clean#but i like the vibe of this so there it is#shoutout to tumblr user collophora for giving me some suggestions for improvements!#otp: i've got my eyes on you
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thanks for reading! i worked on this probably for too long, but i feel immensely satisfied with the results (for now anyway lol)
did this for @collophora as a part of the R76 Secret Santa :0
other places you can find me:
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twitter: twitter.com/jaradraws
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#reaper76#gabriel reyes#jack morrison#overwatch#reaper#soldier 76#fanart#sfw#long post#comic#artists on tumblr#jara draws stuff#this had been taking up time between most of my other projects so i'm glad to finally be done u_u
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Oh hey look, I wrote something after 2 years! It still counts as 2 years okay, it’s not 2020 yet. Thanks to @reaper76events for hosting the Secret Santa event! Accept my ‘rusty enough to give tetanus’ writing in the giving spirit of Christmas holidays.
Edit: @collophora I found you! :D I was looking up your AO3 name and couldn’t find anything T.T
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Sorry if it feels that this tumblr is a little bit dead, it’s finals time.
However, you can go follow me on twitter trying to 3D ! Goal : box modelling a Gérard. (For the fun) (It’s not really)
https://twitter.com/Collophora
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https://www.tumblr.com/collophora/745423229047455744/i-resurrected-my-tumblr-just-to-post-this?source=share
High-key obsessed with this selfie art of TBB 😭💔 they're all so happy and I miss them. Manifest for the finale 🕯🕯🕯
OOOOOH I love this! @collophora captured this perfectly haha. They all look so happy (well, I guess Crosshair will come around... he's happy though. We all know it). Hunter's little smile is ADORABLE, and I am RIGHT THERE WITH YOU in manifesting happiness for the finale. Thanks so much for sending this one in!
Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)
#FANDOM FRIDAY#creator appreciation#art rec#fan art#star wars#the bad batch#tbb#hunter#crosshair#echo#wrecker#tech
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Now that ao3's fucked us over, can we make a TG1 identifier tag for us old folks? "TG1 Era", maybe?
I think that's an excellent idea. I personally like TG OG (OG can stand for Original, Original Gangster, or Old Guard; I like them all, but am leaning more toward Old Guard), but I'm open to other ideas.
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Last chapter of The Huntress is up!
I talk about this in the endnote, but just wanted to say– this has been the work I have had the most fun with, and therefore been the most proud of, because of how much amazing feedback I’ve gotten. I especially want to thank @fewines for writing long, thoughtful comments each chapter, and @icewuerfelchen, @svntysix, @collophora and @bloomingcnidarians for making art of this fic. The fact that such incredible people engaged with this in such amazing ways is something I can’t 100% wrap my mind around, but just know I know how lucky I am, and I am so so grateful for all of you.
Also– I do love this ‘verse and I really want to do something with Vampire Lúcio and Destroyer Hana, as well as a Pharmercy prequel. But I have to finish my Big Bang piece and also have, you know, grad school, so I can’t give an ETA on those. But if you want to talk to me about those or any other Overwatch Gothic things, that would make my day.
Thank you guys again, and I hope you enjoy this <3
#spiderbyte#mcgenji#pharmercy#sombramaker#widowbra#jack morrison#gabriel reyes#ana amari#jesse mccree#genji shimada#olivia colomar#amélie lacroix#widowmaker#sombra#soldier: 76#reaper#pharah#mercy#overwatch#fic#orig
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In Joey’s hand is a much-loved, crinkled photograph of Violet’s father, who’s beaming at the dark-haired man with green eyes in the photograph in Violet’s hand. Both photographs have been torn, and they join together into a cohesive whole.
“That’s my dad,” Joey whispers.
“And that’s my dad,” Violet manages, unable to tear her eyes away from the now-joined photograph. A loud ringing in the distance jerks her out of her trance. “And that’s the lunch bell.”
Joey sniffles. “I’m not really hungry anymore,” she admits, and wipes her eyes. “So…so if your dad was married to my dad, and my dad was married to your dad…and we’re both born on May fifteenth, then…” Her voice breaks. “Then you and I, we’re like…like sisters.”
Violet’s laugh is wet, full of joy. “Sisters?” she repeats. “Joey, we’re like twins!”
a scene from my icemav parent trap au Brilliant Beyond Brilliant Idea, drawn by the absolutely amazing @collophora.
#top gun#icemav#maverick x iceman#iceman kazansky#maverick mitchell#collophora#beautiful mutuals#my fics#fic: brilliant beyond brilliant idea#stuff for me#favorite things#*tom haverford voice* i've looked at this for five hours now#i still can't get over how incredible this is#they look so besotted with each other it's incredible#@ coll thank you so much you're amazing#srsly @ everyone if you haven't commissioned coll by now then what are you even doing
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