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His smile is so warm 🥰
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Ummm so when’s Chapter 5 coming out??? 👀👀
Chapter 4 -
Chapter 1 , Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4
Summary: AU/Canon Divergent - Set after the rescue of Crosshair, Omega, and Tech from Mount Tantis. The Batch settles down on Pabu and are, for the moment, able to hide from the Empire. Crosshair, with much grumbling, is convinced to see one of the local doctors to monitor his recovery. Unfortunately for Crosshair, Dr. Isabella Ramót is a ray of sunshine and a breath of fresh air - and totally capable of handling his harsh, rough demeanor.
Trigger Warnings - Emotions. Just, all the emotions. SFW, but mature themes explored. Minors DNI.
As a Bonus! @mythical-illustrator created an amazing fanart of Bells! isn't she wonderful!?? Check out the linked original post and show the artist some love!
The following weeks after Crosshair’s vulnerable moment on the Cliff with Bells, and their tentative agreement, were filled with preparations. Crosshair had to improve his physical state and maintain standing or walking without becoming overwhelmed or collapsing. He was surprised at the level of determination he now felt to grow in strength.
He sought out physical activity more frequently and began taking night walks, in order to avoid the looks or attempted conversations with villagers. Sometimes Omega would tag along, regaling him with stories of the shenanigans she and her friends had gotten into, usually along with Wrecker. He listened and scowled, and tried not to acknowledge the strange feeling of warm nostalgia for a time when he and his brothers were so carefree as cadets. When they'd arrive back at his home, Hunter would be waiting with an infuriatingly soft expression on his face and Omega would sneak a hug from Crosshair before skipping off after Hunter.
No matter how much Crosshair protested, Wrecker had seemed to take it upon himself to ensure that Crosshair was up to his eyeballs in food. He came over once a day when possible, never bothering to knock and kicking the door open, arms laden with various fruits, breads, pastries, and cured meats.
"Ugh, Wrecker- don't you ever knock?" Crosshair hissed at his brother and glared at the newest armful of food Wrecker brought in.
"Uhh–No. Why? I've never had to knock before."
"Start." He growled, but Wrecker was immune to Crosshair’s vitriol and simply laughed in response. Crosshair eyed the food Wrecker deposited on the counter of his small kitchenette. "What the kriff did you bring?" He noticed a few repeat items that he’d enjoyed, including a particular spicy ronto meat pie that made his mouth water.
"Oh! Izzy said that you’re improving but you need to eat more! So I brought you some of my favorite things from the market here!" Wrecker’s smile is wide and disarming, “And a few things you seemed to like from last time.”
Crosshair rolled his eyes, deliberately ignoring the tightness in his chest, and snapped back, "I don't need you to feed me, di’kut."
Wrecker’s large hand slapped his back and Crosshair gritted his teeth against the pain. With a disgustingly soft expression, Wrecker replied, "I know! But- if you don't eat more I will."
Crosshair mumbled under his breath, "Kriffing can't anyone stay out of my fucking business."
"Nope!" Wrecker exclaimed loudly, laughter reverberating in the small lodging. He ignored his brother’s grumbling, more than used to it by now, and digs into the food, knowing that Crosshair will join him when he’s ready.
Crosshair begrudgingly nibbled at the food, sampling a little of each item. He found himself consistently surprised by how much he likes, new flavors and textures he's never had the opportunity to experience before. Wrecker is loud and exuberant as he eats, and as much as Crosshair scowled and grit his teeth, there was a certain comfort that came from sharing a meal with his brother. It was almost like before. When they were a family. When he was whole. Wrecker stays for a while after the meal grinning like a fool that his mission has been successful.
Wrecker has always been good at filling the silence, regardless of whether or not Crosshair cares to hear it. He was now talking about some civilian woman he’d met at the bakery, why he felt Crosshair needed to know what color her hair was or how she always smiled when Wrecker came in, which was every kriffing day apparently, he couldn’t guess.
“Her name is Daisy and she always gives me extras of my favorite things when I go in there! And Omega loves her!” Wrecker’s smile was somehow wider than it was before, something Crosshair didn’t think was possible, and there was a slight flush to his cheeks.
“You like her.” Crosshair scoffed,eyeing his brother with insufferable scrutiny.
“Well– yeah! Daisy’s nice! And she makes the best food!”
"You have a crush because she’s pretty and makes food…" He sneered derisively at his brother. He can't be serious.
"Well…I mean…" Wrecker shrugged, rubbing a hand on his neck, perhaps made a little shy by the topic of conversation, "Is that so bad?"
"We're not meant for that life, Wrecker." His voice was firm, decided.
Wrecker shook his head, "Why not, Cross? We're not soldiers anymore. I mean- not like we use'ta be."
"Don't be naive. You can’t change your nature. We weren't made for relationships, to have normal lives." He waved dismissively, hoping to push the topic away like smoke.
"Well- I'm not letting anyone else make that choice anymore… you shouldn't either." It was a rare serious moment for his large, silly brother, his face sobered.
"Ugh-" This was not a conversation Crosshair felt ready to discuss.
"Hey! What about you and Bells! Huh??" Wrecker nudged him with his elbow, eyebrows waggling.
"Ridiculous." Crosshair snarled, practically spitting the word out. He felt irrational anger at Wrecker’s use of the nickname. He grit his teeth and shook it off, but the feeling lingered at the back of his mind. Wrecker was giving him an amused and knowing look, which only angered him further, "Wrecker- don't look at me like that."
"You're allowed to like her ya know…" Wrecker leaned in, his voice oddly softer.
Crosshair bristled, this is ridiculous! "Wrecker." He warned. He pushed his brother away and focused intently on a cracked spot of the counter. "STOP."
Wrecker was not dissuaded, he wrapped an arm around Crosshair’s shoulders, pulling him close, despite his brother’s protests. "Come ooon, Cross! I think she likes you, too!"
Unable to fight his brother’s strength, he rolls his eyes and scowls. "Don't you have something better to do than pester me?"
Once he's left alone again, Crosshair finally pulled out his firepuncher, he was reverant, mourning, guilty. His thoughts raced in his mind telling him don't bother trying, di’kut, that you can't, you're too weak, can’t and you aren't worthy. He stared down at his disassembled rifle, Maybe now is the time for pushing. His thoughts unbidden turned to Bells. Her maddeningly positive outlook, the way her eyes sparkle brightly when she smiles at him. The surprising strength she carries to challenge him, support him, and defend him– He put his rifle back together for the first time since his rescue and felt a sliver of himself return to him. Perhaps Bells is right afterall, the familiar feeling of the cool metal beneath his fingers giving him a strange sort of melancholy. But is this all that he is? A soldier? A killer? Is he even capable of being anything else?
"Nope!" Wrecker laughed boisterously, shaking Crosshair in the process.
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A frustrated growl escaped his lips as he attempted to lift his rifle with precise, practiced movements, only to feel the uncontrollable shaking of his weakened muscles. He was unable to hold his form for more than a few moments despite multiple desperate, stubborn attempts.
After many long, aggravating attempts to lift and hold his rifle with precision and the same practiced ease he had previously taken pride in, Crosshair was left shaking, sweaty, and sore from the use of his atrophied muscles. Yet, there was a mild sort of satisfaction that he felt just from once again being able to hold and feel the rifle that was once his singular identity. Crosshair determined in that moment that, if he could not have the redemption he did not deserve, he would at least regain this one part of himself - his strength, his ability, his identity. That would have to be enough.
- - - -
During one of Crosshair’s nightly walks, a rare one where Omega or another sibling didn’t join him and he’s left blissfully alone, he enjoys the quiet coastal breeze and the comforting silence of the village. It was late enough that most had gone to their homes, businesses were shuttered, and the only souls walking the streets were quickly finding their way to their homes of a well-earned rest.
On nights like this Crosshair could almost believe that he had earned his freedom. That he perhaps could have a chance at a quiet life, at peace. Almost. The thought soured like vinegar in his mind and he pushed it back down, hiding it away once more.
The streetlights were dimmed to a comfortable ambiance and Crosshair felt no sense of urgency as he meandered through the streets, eyes observing everything, memorizing every nook and cranny without a thought. A lifetime of training isn’t easily forgotten.
As he walked, a noise came from off to the side, in a dark, covered doorway and he paused, listening more closely. Was that crying he was hearing? Uncertainty clouded his mind and he froze. The crying was stifled, as if the person was attempting to cover up the noise. Crosshair wasn’t sure what compelled him to, but he took a few steps forward leaning in to investigate the sound.
Isabella was curled in upon herself, one hand covering her mouth to muffle the sound of her cry. Her shoulders wracked with sobs, her other hand clutched a data pad.
Unsure what to do, Crosshair looked about the area for another person, someone who would very likely be more equipped to handle a crying woman than himself.
The movement caught Isabella’s eye and she started. She quickly stood up, hands flying to her face to wipe away the tears, "Crosshair!" Her voice was thick and rough from crying.
"Bells." He cleared his throat, visibly uncomfortable, "Do- Do you need me to go find someone…else…for you?"
She released a startled chuckle and shook her head. “No. I’m-I’m–fine. Thank you.” She responds haltingly, voice shaking out each word, and continues in vain to wipe at the tears streaming down her face.
He tilts his head to the side, “You’re crying.” It was a statement of fact. Despite his flat tone, Crosshair felt a deep concern for her and took a few soft steps forward to lean against the wall opposite her, “I don’t think I’d call that ‘fine’.”
She leaned her head back against the wall and took a deep steadying breath, attempting to slow the halting gasps. The pair stood in silence, both unsure how to proceed. There was a sense of unavoidable change, that how they chose to proceed could change something indeterminate between them.
Crosshair watched her closely, it was strange to see this woman who so often had a smile on her face, now so broken, eyes rimmed in red and face scrunched in some deep emotional pain. Crosshair felt so out of his depth but also unable to leave her alone in her pain. He knew what that felt like and was surprised to find that he did not want to be the reason that Bells experienced the same.
Her breathing had evened out after a time and she sighed deeply, “Today is the anniversary of my parents’ death.” She spoke softly, almost too softly to hear. Her eyes were focused on the ground, giving him the option to disengage. “And I forgot.” He watched the pain on her face deepen and she slid down the wall, sitting once again and wrapping her arms around herself.
He sat across from her in silence- what words could he give to comfort her? He couldn’t exactly describe himself as emotionally competent. So he did what he had wished others had done for him, and simply sat with her.
“This is the first time I’ve forgotten them… I usually take the day to do something we used to do together, something that reminds me of them. But I was so focused on my work and the new refugees that I didn’t remember until I got home.” Now that she was speaking, it was like the words couldn’t be kept in, they spilled out in a rush.
Honoring the fallen was something Crosshair could understand. Despite the contention he’d often held for “regs” they were still, in some fashion, his brothers and many had been lost. She had presented him with a problem, and problems were something he could fix. “What do you normally do?”
Her eyes were still red rimmed but the tears had stopped for the moment. She regarded him with an unreadable expression before answering, “Last year, I made their favorite meals and stayed up to watch the sun rise. Mom loved the sunrise.” She pauses, breathing deeply with her eyes closed, “He used to paint them… My–my father used to paint. He made the most beautiful scenic works of art. I used to paint, too, before–”
Something sparked in Crosshair’s memory, “The painting in your clinic. Was it his?”
Bells’s eyes widened, “Yes. How did you–”
He glanced sidelong at her with a smirk and rolled his eyes, “I wouldn’t be a very good sniper if I wasn’t observant.” His snark was rewarded with a smile, if not as bright as her usual ones. He took this as encouragement and continued, “Why don’t you paint the sunrise?”
“What?”
He shrugged, attempting to keep up his appearance of detachment, despite the growing tightness and warmth in his chest. “You used to paint. So paint the sunrise. That will honor both of them.”
She laughs suddenly, a bright and bubbling sound, “Crosshair! You’re a genius!”
“Don’t let Tech hear you say that… Actually, do. He’d hate it.”
Isabella leapt up and reached out a hand to him, “Will you join me? It was your idea, after all.”
He hesitates, once again Bells has found a way to spin things in a way that draws him closer when he’s so used to pushing others away. He scowls, but still he reaches out and takes her hand, “It’s not like I sleep much anyway.”
“Hm. Might want to work on that.” She smirked back at him. The banter was like a pressure release, the strangely charged feeling passes allowing things to return to normal, for the moment.
For the next several hours, Crosshair found himself in a situation he could never have foreseen. Keeping silent vigil over Bells as she painted the sunrise in honor of parents he would never meet. He was her silent companion. It had been a long time since he’d been so relaxed and watching her paint smooth brushstrokes was soothing.
“Thank you, Crosshair.” She smiled at him, red hair rimmed in a halo of sunlight.
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#sunflowers & blasters#crosshair x oc#crosshair x oc isabella ramot#soft crosshair#star wars#the bad batch#the clone wars#tbb#crosshair fanfiction#crosshair tbb
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I love how Star Wars is so well established that we can grow up on it, or even discover is a little bit later, and feel deeply connected to other SW fans. The stories and characters can be so relateable and they bring us together 🥰 I’m happy to have met you! Thank you for sharing a little part of yourself with us 🫂
Behind every girl who is obsessed with Star Wars, is a girl...
who's dad introduced it to her at a young age and she become randomly obsessed with this wonderful world.
My connection with Star Wars began in early childhood. I still remember when I was a little girl, sitting on the sofa with my dad and watching the Original Trilogy on TV. At first I didn't understand what it was about, I just liked lightsabers and always said I wanted to be a Jedi. Then I ran outside swinging a long stick around and pretending to fight with a lightsaber. I was no older than 6, haha. My dad was always there. Since then, I have become more and more immersed in the world of Star Wars. I took my dad to the cinema, to see every new movie that came out. We both laughed at the memes I showed him. We were both fans of the Prequels the most. He showed me the whole story of the Clone Wars! I think he wasn't prepared for me falling crazy in love with clones (I had a huge crush on Cody in this time). I told him so many theories and thoughts... no matter how stupid they were, he always listened and laughted at me when I was so hyped, hah. We even started watching The Mandalorian together... sadly we didn't finish...
In September, it marked a year since my dad passed away. A year in which I immersed myself even deeper in the fandom, maybe I was looking for some comfort, kind of safe space... The Star Wars world reminds me of the bond I had with my dad, I find comfort in characters I love so much. A year passed, during which I finished watching The Mandalorian, alone; a year during which I cried at the Bad Batch finale and was so happy to finaly see my beloved Ahsoka in her own show. Today I'm rewatching Revenge of the Sith - my favorite episode - and I'm thinking about all the happy memories I have in my mind, connected with this movie.
I thought that without my dad I wouldn't be able to look at Star Wars the same way, that I wouldn't be as happy... but I was wrong. Of course, I still have my mother and younger sister and I love them so much, but it's not the same... they never liked fantasy and Star Wars. I was different. I always found similar hobbies with my dad...
The "new start" was very difficult and sometimes it still is, but we have to move on. Mourning will remain in my heart probably for the rest of my life, but that's how it is... Part of the journey is the end.
I am forever grateful for this fandom and amazing people here. We are connected, even if we live in the other parts of the world. Sorry, I am a little bit emotional today and wanted to show you a part of myself💕
#star wars thoughts#star wars fandom#star wars#clone wars#i love this wonderful fandom#clones#the bad batch
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I’m so happy that you and your sister enjoyed 🤭 Heheh Kanan and Zeb deserved their special features. THANK YOU!
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As I read this chapter, I felt like I was listening to a lovely song that would switch between two moods. You are an artist!!
Chapter 3 -
Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4
Summary: AU/Canon Divergent - Set after the rescue of Crosshair, Omega, and Tech from Mount Tantis. The Batch settles down on Pabu and are, for the moment, able to hide from the Empire. Crosshair, with much grumbling, is convinced to see one of the local doctors to monitor his recovery. Unfortunately for Crosshair, Dr. Isabella Ramót is a ray of sunshine and a breath of fresh air - and totally capable of handling his harsh, rough demeanor.
Trigger Warnings - Mention/Allusion to grief and loss. SFW, but mature themes explored. Minors DNI.
Chapter 3:
Hunter observes the scene from afar, his heightened senses zeroing in as his brother’s erratic heart rate slowly begins to calm and regulate alongside Izzy’s steady presence. Well that’s new, he thinks.
“She’s really something special, isn’t she?” Desi, Izzy’s friend, someone Hunter was only tentatively acquainted with, stood a few steps away observing the scene as well.
Hunter chuckles, “My brother is remarkably stubborn. He doesn’t open up easily-” He pauses, reconsidering his words, then sighs, “Izzy seems to have a way with him that I haven’t seen before. Think she’ll teach me?”
“I’m afraid that’s just a part of who she is. Not sure it’s a teachable skill.” Desi laughs, glancing affectionately across the grassy area to where her friend was still sitting.
“You’ve known her for a long time then?”
“Five or six years now. We’ve been together through a lot… After the Empire–” “Well, I’ll just say she’s no stranger to pain and loss.”
“I imagine there aren’t many of us who are anymore.”
A few moments later, Izzy motions for Hunter to assist her getting Crosshair home. It takes some time, in part because of Crosshair’s weakened state and in part because of the surprising height difference between the two of them. Once they arrived at Crosshair’s lodging, a one room flat, with minimal furnishings and a small ‘fresher, they help Crosshair to a plush, if well-used, chair. He tries to hide his wince as he lowers himself down into the seat. Hunter quietly chastises his brother for scaring the kriff out of him and assures him that he’ll assign a watch cycle if he does anything like this again. Crosshair’s only response is to scowl and roll his eyes. Hunter eventually sighs, checking the time on the chrono and saying his goodbyes. He nods his thanks to Izzy before exiting with promises to check in tomorrow.
Crosshair leans back into the chair, closing his eyes and taking a few deep breaths. The sounds of rummaging in his tiny kitchenette draw his attention and he opens his eyes slightly, “What are you doing?”
Bells continues to rummage through his sparse cabinets and refrigeration unit, “Finding something remotely edible, hopefully.”
He was feeling particularly vulnerable after the cliff. She had seen him at his weakest moment, she had sat with him and waited for him to come back, out of the darkness. He could not understand how she seemed so capable of drawing him out of the darkness of his own mind. It irked and irritated, but it also soothed. She burned like a sun - all soothing warmth and burning heat. He was a thunderstorm, rain and wind charged with electricity. “You’ve done enough. Get out.” His voice is gruff and tired, having lost some of its usual bite.
“Tsk- Not a chance.” She smiles, that dangerous brightness, as she places her findings onto the small counter space. “I’m not leaving until you’ve had something acceptable to eat and had enough liquid for your body to process the hydration tablets.” She holds up a small foil packet, gesturing with it as she speaks.
“I’m not a child. I can take care of myself–”
“And on a normal day that would be true. But today, I’m providing you with free room service. Complaints will be noted and promptly ignored.”
“Ugh–You’re worse than Wrecker…”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“It wasn’t,” His voice is deadpan.
Bells responds in kind, a small amused smirk on her lips, “I know.”
She makes a simple meal, a brothy soup with some vegetables and a mild meat and brings him some. He glares at her, but the smell makes his stomach rumble and he cannot deny his hunger any longer. “What? You just going watch me eat?” “No,” she looks away, eyes darting here and there around the room before staring down at the floor. “I didn’t figure you’d appreciate it if I wandered around, snooping.”
“Hmph…” He tries to ignore her presence, tries to ignore the warmth she seemed to radiate. He says flatly, “How nice.”
After a time of mostly comfortable silence, Crosshair finishes his meal and an acceptable amount of liquid. Isabella fishes a few items from her pack and quickly checks his vitals. “The next time you get like that…call me, call someone. Just– you don’t have to be alone with it.”
“You shouldn’t say things you don’t mean, Bells.”
“Tsk- You know I do mean it.”
“Stupid.” He snaps. “You don’t know- You don’t understand. You can’t understand.” He tried to cover the pain behind his words with more anger. Anger was simpler, more familiar. “It’s better that I’m alone.”
“You’re right.” Her brows furrow and she shakes her head, “I don’t understand…I don’t fully know what you’ve been through, and I’m not going to ask you– I don’t need to know, and it doesn’t really matter. All I know is that what happened to you was wrong and I want to be here to help you throw up your middle fingers at the Empire– by living.”
He bristles at her words, they were accurate and he didn’t appreciate how easily she seemed to read him, “I’m not your project, Bells.”
“I know. But you are my patient. And I'm still holding out hope that one day we'll be friends.” After a moment, she hands him the packet of hydration tables which he accepts, rolling his eyes.
He scoffs dismissively, “Don’t hold your breath. Or do.”
Her eyes scan the room, landing briefly on an object in the far corner, her brain sparks an idea that could potentially solve two problems- increasing Crosshair’s motivation to improve and keeping him from isolating himself completely. Despite the short time she’s known him, she finds that she knows he’s worth the risk. She glances sidelong at Crosshair, “How about we change up your exercises a bit?”
“...What did you have in mind?” He drew out the syllables, squinting at her with that suspicious glare.
She crosses the room to stand beside the footlocker that had been nestled into the corner gathering dust. She flashes her bright smile and gestures towards it and arches an eyebrow, “Teach me.”
Crosshair's face goes blank, anger flashing in his eyes, "No."
His anger revealed his hand, exposing the queen - Check. Isabella is patient, almost to a fault, but perhaps it is not time for waiting… perhaps now is the time for a push. She simply crosses her arms and lifts her chin up, she locks eyes with him daring him to deny her.
“You’re not laying a finger on my rifle!” He snarls, leveraging himself out of the chair, despite his lingering weakness and exhaustion. His legs shake, but he ignores them and steps menacingly towards her. There is a battle within him, two sides opposing, pushing against each other but neither gaining ground. His fingers itch to hold his rifle again, to feel the confidence and strength, to feel whole again. But there is a gnawing coldness that eats away at him, that he can’t, that he’s no longer capable, no longer worthy.
Bell’s voice breaks through the storm in his mind, a sunshower in a hurricane, “Think about it, Crosshair-- It will be a way to ease you back into it. You’ll get to work up that muscle memory, and as long as you stay on top of your physical therapy, you’ll be back in the shooting range before you know it!” She crosses her arms, an insufferably confident smirk plastered on her face, “And I‘ll have been taught by the best.”
He snorts, feeling his broken pride like a pool of acid in his gut. He grinds the word with his teeth, “No.”
Not one to be easily deterred, and certain of her path to help her patient, she continues, “I’m not unfamiliar with blasters. I know how to handle a standard rifle, but sniper rifles are more specialized and much less accessible–”
“I said No.” He leans forward into her space, glaring down at her and once again struck by her seemingly endless cheer, “You’re not a soldier. You don’t need to learn.” Adding a little more emphasis attempting finality, “No.”
Instead of backing away, She takes a step forward angling her chin upward, eyes softening slightly, “You need something familiar. Something that is a comfort to you– and your skill with a rifle is as close to an identity as you’ve had until now.”
Her gentle glance sears into him and he takes a step backward, he’s losing ground. He shakes his head, “A rifle is not a toy– it’s not a hobby–”
Her voice is lower, taking on a heavier tone, “I know.” Bells’s face flashes with guilt, anger, and fear, then finally fierce determination. “You’ve seen what’s out there. And so have I. I know what happens to places like Pabu– to people like me when the Empire finds them. If they come here, I won’t go down without a fight.”
He watches the emotions playing across her face. Guilt and anger, now those are emotions he knows what to do with. They are as familiar to him as close friends and he feels a tugging pull in his chest, a connection. Before his mind has caught up to him, he's already spoken, a low growled “Fine–”
“Really!?” She’s staring at him with a bright expression- victory.
He panics, once again thrown off balance by his own acquiescence to her. He scrambles for a way out, "I'll do it on one condition."
She rolls her eyes and snarks playfully, "Of course– Can’t make things easy, it might kill you."
"Stop interrupting-” He watches as she mimes locking her lips and lets out an exasperated sigh, “You have to convince me you can handle a blaster. I'm not going to waste my time if you don't know the first thing about them. If you're good enough- I'll teach you."
"Ah, but how do I know you won't just say I'm trash, so you don't have to keep your end of the bargain?"
Crosshair smiled again, it was his turn to push forward, taking ground, “Afraid you're not good enough?" He clicks his tongue, "If you're not up to the challenge–"
"Fine. It's a deal."
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#you take care of people at day and make art by night…. hmmm sounds like a certain new idol of mine 🤔🥰#bad batch crosshair#crosshair#rebelwrites#sunflowers & blasters#chapter 3#crosshair x oc#oc isabella ramot#oc medic#star wars fan fiction#star wars tbb#crosshair fanfiction#crosshair tbb#tbb crosshair#the bad batch crosshair
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HIS FACE IN THE LAST PICTURE!!! He looks so busted 😂🫶🏼
Echo Screenshot Edits
Part 4: Snack Time
Echo has a reputation as a picky eater but sometimes he gets cravings like all of us and steals away with a chocolate bar!
I’ve been suspecting this for quite some time but couldn’t find evidence - this time I caught him!
NB: I did not edit the facial expressions in these! And he looks sooo caught 😂 I bet it was the last chocolate bar.
Part 4
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@ladykagewaki After our last conversation about baby Echo I suspect it was Nala Se and her snackies for scomp maintenance that started it all.
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#tbb echo#let him have his chocolate bar#gotcha#echo bad batch#echo#bad batch echo#echo tbb#bad batch
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That’s one great reason! And thank you so much- you are way too kind to me 😭🫶🏼 That meme makes me smile so big
Cody Fighting Overanalysis
Today felt like a Cody-appreciation kinda day.
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I can’t stop watching this
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#star wars#ahsoka tano#worth the 30 hours#the clone wars#star wars rebels#ahsoka#the bad batch#sw rebels
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Omega finally convinced Echo to try meditation! 🥰
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Part 3: Meditation
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
I am peaceful and calm.
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General Masterlist
Taglist: @padawancat97 @starrylothcat @anxiouspineapple99 @pb-jellybeans @meiloorunvendor @yubnubhub @rain-on-kamino @littlefeatherr @clio3kantarella @youreababboon @makahitaki @clonemedickix @amorfista
#tbb echo#echo tbb#echo#bad batch echo#echo the bad batch#i love him your honor#echo my love#Eksy96#screenshot edit
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Cody Fighting Overanalysis
Today felt like a Cody-appreciation kinda day.
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#star wars#overanalyzing star wars#commander cody#star wars edit#clone wars edit#clone wars#tcw cody#tcw commander cody#tcw#star wars youtube#star wars tiktok#Youtube
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Sterling Sunday!
(Sterling was that one clone that died in those sewers in the Maul/Mandalore/Order 66 arc)
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Wow, time flies! I have some catching up to do and I can’t wait for it!
Followers Appreciation! ❤️❤️❤️
A six week fic drop comes to an end and together with Runaway Echo we got four crossover fics about the Bad Batch and their vacation on Casca 3 with a total of 111,965 words 😱 That’s crazy!
I wanna give a big shoutout to those people whom I like to call „my four readers“ because these four comment reblogged almost every chapter of these fics over the last weeks, so thank you @littlefeatherr, @amorfista, @neyswxrld and @clonethirstingisreal ❤️❤️❤️
In the world in my head Eksy brought you some t-shirts as souvenirs 🤭 (more tees below the cut).
I know a lot more of you read the fics or parts of them and I loved every single like, so these virtual souvenirs from Casca 3 are also for you and for everyone who’s still got it in their reading list and hasn’t found the time yet. Thanks for being crazy enough to join the ride!
For those who missed it here are the links:
Runaway Echo
Hunter - Sergeant, Brother, Dad
Tech: Two Hammocks and a Dashboard
Omega and Wrecker and the Space Stork from a Mandalorian Moon
@padawancat97 @starrylothcat @anxiouspineapple99 @pb-jellybeans @meiloorunvendor @yubnubhub @rain-on-kamino @littlefeatherr @clio3kantarella @youreababboon @makahitaki @clonemedickix @amorfista
#the bad batch#tbb fanfic#tbb echo#tbb hunter#tbb fanfiction#tbb wrecker#tbb omega#tbb tech#tbb crosshair
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Should the Great Mothers and Merrin ever cross paths, there’s going to be some… difference of opinion regarding the Jedi.
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A Kanan Jarrus mention? Huyang giving Ezra an identical lightsaber part that Kanan had? The talk about Mandalore and Sabine's family? Ahsoka talking about Anakin's loyalty to her? A possible nod to “Do or do not. There is no try”? The Talzin's sword? Zombie stormtroopers like the zombie Nightsisters in Jedi: Fallen Order? Sabine finally controlling the Force? Sabine sacrificing her want to be with Ezra to stay with Ahsoka? Sabine and Ezra being separated yet again? Ahsoka seeing her owl? Ezra using a com and putting on stormtrooper armor like they always did in Rebels? Chopper being able to recognize Ezra? Hera finally seeing Ezra again? Sabine being able to feel Anakin's Force ghost? Ahsoka feeling him? ANAKIN'S FORCE GHOST????
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my only thought when Ahsoka had that hologram playing was "SHE NEEDS TO SHOW THIS TO LUKE NOW"
(commission info // kofi support)
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Hey! I'm so sorry to bother you, but I have a stupid question to you. I saw that you recently added some options on your platforms to support your work financially. I would love to do this, but I don't know how it works exactly. I would be grateful for some tips, then I will be able to share a little support with you.
Have a lovely day and thank you!
Bother me?! I'm honored that you ask this question. 🥰 And that isn't a stupid question at all! I've left a little bit more about the tipping process for my page below:
Here are a few pictures to show what it should look like as you click through each page. Below these pictures are a little bit about each step and leaving a request. (Side note: I viewed this from a different Tumblr account, but didn't tip myself!)
Go to a user's profile and click the "Tip" button. (This is also sometimes available at the bottom of a post.)
Select the tip amount, if you would like to appear anonymous, and if you would like to leave a message.
If you have a request for an Overanalysis or a character/scene that you would like to see in an edit, feel free to write a sentence or two about this. I cannot guarantee that I will be able to do the request, but if I can, I will put it together as quickly as possible.
If you would like to be mentioned in the post, feel free to include your TikTok/Tumblr username in the message as well.
With my account being pretty small, I currently have only that tipping button set up, with the option to leave requests in the message section. But perhaps in the future it can become something more fun and "mutually beneficial," hehe!
Thank you so much for asking. To know that you care about my content means a lot to me in itself. And if you change your mind or would like to wait until I'm posting more actively again, I get it!
But anyways, I will have a lovely day, thank you! I hope that you do as well!
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