I like to sing and dance while baking and cooking, and I'm Also a bit of a nerd🤓 She/herMid 20's
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silly banter
The shading and coloring are so good!
their happy ending ♡
i miss them so much :(
Tech being Tech 👓
Quote sources below ⬇️
Hunter quote
Echo quote
Wrecker quote
Omega quote
Crosshair quote
Incorrect quotes are my favorite thing ever so here’s a big thank you to anyone who makes them 🫶 (I hope it’s okay I use them for art inspo haha i love you all 😭💕)
Best Dad!
What I love the most about Hunter as a character is he’s such a subversive example of his archetype.
Literally any other aloof, broody male character would’ve had a more rocky relationship with Omega, where he kept being unintentionally harsh to her or making her upset and then they’d argue about it but Hunter has never been like that.
He yelled at her once, Cut told him not to and then he never ever did it again. And he was only ever mad because he was worried. He has been in her corner since day one and when he received criticism, he actually took it on board and learned from it. There was no dragging out the angst of his character just to add tension to their relationship. He and Omega have always been on equal footing. He protects her when it’s needed but other than that, he treats her like a person which is more than can be said for a lot of parent characters. He clearly adores her but he also values what she has to contribute and respects her as a human being.
No glasses?? He looks so different!
Another sketch of Tech tinkering with Echo's arm.
And a no-goggles version cuz he looks cute in this one lol
Not me!
(Head pats)
...AND it was without permission! Who just sneaks up on someone and pats their head like that? They're lucky they didn't get shot!
Little babies! Must protect!
The Boys through the ages.
Oh! Um... never thought of tech like that
@summer-of-bad-batch
Prompt: Water Gun Fight
Everybody watch out ⚠️
😂 I get it now!
People are making apocalypse jokes like there's no tomorrow.
-🃏 anon
Hello Sergeant Hunter! It is nice to meet you, how do you feel today?
Well, my brothers are safe, the kid is safe, and everyone got a good night's sleep, so I'm feeling good overall. Thanks for asking.
People are making apocalypse jokes like there's no tomorrow.
-🃏 anon
Hello Sergeant Hunter! It is nice to meet you, how do you feel today?
Well, my brothers are safe, the kid is safe, and everyone got a good night's sleep, so I'm feeling good overall. Thanks for asking.
Hehehe! 😂 They're so cute!🥰
The Tooka Batch
My silly way to draw them all without having to worry about continuity was to make them as dolls.
We have Omega, Hunter, Tech, Echo, Wrecker, Crosshair and Batcher.
Thank you for all the reblogs and support, your kind works are making my day!! TvT MWAHH<3
Dang I want to travel so bad!
Hydrangea Grove 紫陽花苑
Ooooh that's amazing!
“You’re our kid, Omega”
Adult Omega cosplay 💕 I miss this girl and the Batch so much 🥺😭❤️.
Roll credits
I wish they did, it would have been better if they did. (But then the other stories wouldn't have happened)
i like to think theyd get their happy ending, too
Nooooooo!
i'm not trying to replace you (only hold on to your memory)
@summer-of-bad-batch bonus prompt "Can you braid my hair?"
Fandom: The Bad Batch Characters: Hunter, Omega, Tech (mentioned) Set after the finale when everyone is living happily on Pabu Word Count: ~1950 Read Here on AO3
Synopsis: Omega misses the quiet rituals that had been hers and Tech's alone, and turns to Hunter for comfort.
Author's Note:- You all know @kybercrystals94, right? The brilliant mastermind behind the Summer of Bad Batch event? Detail Work is one of Kyber's earliest fics, and one of my favourites. When the hair braiding prompt came up during voting for the event I immediately had an idea for a story that occupies the hollow space of Omega's loss, and leads perfectly into my fic Beach Days & Hair Braiding So go read Detail Work and show Kyber some love, and enjoy this slice of Hunter comforting Omega too! :)
“Hunter!”
The tone of Omega’s cry had Hunter on instant alert, head jerking up from his task stirring the dinner. Omega flew in through the door, running straight at him and into his chest, face buried in his apron.
“Woah,” he soothed, carefully laying the sauce-stained wooden spoon atop the pot and instead cupping one hand to the back of her head, smoothing her hair as he brought his other arm round her shoulders in an awkward embrace. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing,” came the muffled reply. It was the least-convincing lie he had heard since Wrecker claimed he wasn’t the one who had devoured the entire tray of delicately-prepared dainties Hunter had made specially for one of Echo and Crosshair’s visits.
“Nothing,” he echoed sceptically. He settled her more firmly in his embrace, dropping his head to press a soft kiss to the top of her hair. “Alright then. I guess if nothing is up, I’ll just hold you for no reason… ‘til you’re ready to talk?”
He let his voice lift the sentence into a question, and Omega’s answering nod bobbed against his chest. Hunter squeezed her tightly, pressing reassurance into her with both arms now as they stood in the quiet kitchen and listened to the pots bubble on the stove.
After a while Hunter began to hum a tuneless, absent-minded rhythm, the noise vibrating through his chest and to Omega. Her breathing was evening out now, although he could still feel the pressure of her hands bunched tightly in his shirt-front through the apron.
The apron had been a gift from Omega who had gotten tired of helping him wash the food-splatter stains out of his shirts when he first started learning to cook. Wrecker was much better at cooking than he was, and endlessly teased his brother about being unable to smell when his food was burned or over-seasoned despite his enhanced senses. But Hunter persevered, determined to prove himself capable as more than a weapon of war – to be able to provide for his family in more ways than simply defending them from danger.
“Need to stir this,” he cautioned, nudging the toes of his boots against Omega’s feet. Obediently she lifted them one at a time, standing onto his feet, and let him waddle-shuffle them round so he could face the cooker again, reaching out to retrieve the spoon and attend to the bubbling pot.
Hunter shifted his arm lower across her back, holding her close to him and away from the hot pans.
“Think I made too much,” he said conversationally. “Who shall we invite round for dinner to eat the excess tonight?”
“No-one,” mumbled Omega against his chest. Her hands finally relaxed their death-grip on his shirt, only to go round his middle instead. She turned her face to the side, cheek resting on his chest, and her words became easier to make out. “You can save the leftovers for another day. We should have a quiet night.”
Something was definitely up, but Hunter merely rested his chin on her head as he worked and hummed an agreement.
“Sure, kid. Whatever you want,” he promised.
When everything was cooked – at least, Hunter hoped it was properly cooked – he turned off the heat and carried Omega, still standing on his feet, in the same awkward waddle across the tiny kitchen to retrieve plates.
“Not as easy as when you were small,” he lamented with a smile, and that at last drew a giggle from Omega as she hopped down from his feet to help set the cutlery out.
Hunter’s gaze turned pensive as he watched her, though he quickly smoothed the expression into a smile when Omega glanced his way. She had grown so much in the months since they had settled on Pabu – finally, full-time, no half-commitments, settled down. For good.
She still bore the scars of her trauma from Tantiss, probably always would. Kriff, they all did. But each day that passed with more smiles than pain was a victory, and the longer they went without the shadow of the Empire darkening their lives, the more fully Omega relaxed.
Like she finally believed she might be safe.
Even then, she had the occasional day like this.
Plating up their meal and setting both dishes on the small table, Hunter sat opposite Omega. He cast one of his brief smiles her way, before turning his attention to his food.
“So what have you been up to today?” he asked, tone light and conversational; he wasn’t a sergeant asking for a debrief any more. Not to mention that the open question would let Omega tell him as much – or as little – as she was ready to.
“Me and the boys–” meaning the clones Mox, Stak and Deke, “spent the morning cleaning the bay from last night’s storm,” Omega told him, shovelling food into her mouth. At least she hadn’t lost her appetite. “There was loads of cool stuff washed up there. Oh!”
She paused, laying down her cutlery, and reached into her jacket.
A wan smile lit her face behind the hesitation in her eyes, but she looked straight at Hunter as she said, “I made this for you.”
She pulled forth a length of string, coiled and knotted, and threaded with a spiral shell at the bottom. The twine – old fisher-net rope, if Hunter judged it correctly – was pushed through a natural perforation near the top of the shell, and the whole thing still carried the salt-rich scent of the ocean.
“It’s a necklace,” Omega supplied, as though it needed the explanation.
Hunter reached out and took it from her, carefully turning the shell in his hands and admiring the gentle intricacy of the spiral and the soft iridescence as it caught the light. Then he looped the string over his head, letting the shell hang against his sternum, over his heart.
“I love it,” he told her with a genuine grin, continuing to hold the shell with his left hand as with his right he resumed eating. “Did you find anything else?”
“Some tarpaulin we can probably patch,” she said, “and… I think it’s part of the Marauder’s nav console?” And she produced a dented metal cylinder, the transparisteel cover cracked and broken.
Hunter nodded, inspecting the part. When the Marauder exploded – was destroyed – debris had scored the mountain-face of the island near the docks, and been scattered wide into the ocean. They were still finding pieces all this time later.
“We can probably repurpose it for something,” he said, setting it down to continue his meal. “What did you do with the rest of the day?”
“I was helping Phee rewire her ship–”
Omega’s words choked off and she stuffed a huge forkful of food into her mouth to cover it. Hunter had noticed though. He watched as Omega chewed, gaze downcast and eyes too-bright, and knew they were getting close to what had upset her.
“Something happen with Phee?” he asked carefully, nudging her ankle under the table to show his support.
“Not really,” said Omega with a head-shake, then abruptly, “Can you braid my hair?”
“What?”
Hunter blinked, nonplussed at the sudden turn in conversation and Omega’s demanding tone. She was staring at him with a hard, uncompromising line to her mouth, the corners just downturned, and with her brown eyes shining with near-tears she looked for all the world the same as his brothers had when they were stubborn cadets. Probably looked like he had, too.
“I, uh…” He glanced at her blonde hair, the lengths escaping her pony-tail tucked behind her ears. “I don’t know how,” he admitted, then gestured vaguely. “Why don’t you ask Lyana?”
It was the wrong thing to say. Omega’s expression closed off, her gaze dropping away from his once more.
“It doesn’t matter,” she said, then pushed her plate away. “I’m finished. Gonna have an early night–”
“Now hang on a second–” Hunter stood with her, chair scraping on the floor as he stepped quickly to block her path. She wouldn’t look at him but she didn’t shrug him off as he rested a hand on her upper arm, rubbing soothingly. “Omega. Why do you want me to braid your hair?” he asked, making sure to put the gentle emphasis in the right place.
Omega sniffed, and at last those threatened tears beaded on her lashes, starting to track down her tanned cheeks.
“I miss Tech,” she whispered, voice wobbling a little through the tears she fought to swallow. “He used to braid my hair for me. I… I was hoping you would…”
She trailed off hopelessly, and with a sympathetic noise Hunter pulled her back into a hug, holding her close and swaying slightly.
Casting his mind back, he remembered coming back from supply runs to find Omega with a neat pair of braids in her still-short hair, tied carefully at the nape of her neck. He pressed his cheek tightly against her hair now, giving her ponytail a gentle flick.
“Tech did your hair?” he asked with a smile, surprised to find the thickness of grief in his throat as he spoke. “I always thought you did it yourself.”
Omega gave a laugh which was almost a sob. “I found some instructions on the holonet but I couldn’t get it right. Tech was… Tech was so good at detail work.” She was trembling in his arms, but this was good, that she was releasing the pressure of her grief instead of keeping it inside for fear of upsetting her brothers. “I was hoping… You might be able to…”
Hunter angled his head, pressing a fond kiss to her temple and holding her tightly. “Of course,” he murmured, voice holding a promise he didn’t know how to deliver, but Force help him he’d try. “I’d be honoured.”
She relaxed a little into his arms, a shudder of grief passing between them as he willed love into her. Eventually she pulled back, swiping at her tear-stained cheeks with her sleeve, but she was smiling.
“You’ll learn to do it then? Braid my hair?”
Hunter nodded fervently. “I’ll find someone to teach me.”
He reached up, stroking the stray ends of her hair that clung to her damp cheeks and brushing them back so he could see her face, blotchy and pink with crying. He took her cheeks in his hands, holding her face gently cupped as he smiled down at her. Letting a glimpse of his own sorrow leach past his usual mask, he breathed out a sigh.
“Can’t promise I’ll be as good at it as Tech,” he cautioned, playfully flipping the ends of her hair. “Your hair always looked lovely like that, Omega.” He smiled, keeping one hand cupped to her cheek. “He’d be so proud of how you’ve grown.”
Omega sniffed, but now she was smiling even if it was with an ache of sadness.
“I think I’m still going to have that early night,” she said, stepping back at last.
Hunter let his arms drop to his sides, a slow movement that ached with the reticence of releasing her, but that was his role in her life now. Learning to let her go. Still being here when she needed to run home to his arms.
“Sure thing, kid,” he said softly, offering her one last pat to the shoulder. “I’ll clean up out here.”
“Maybe… I could keep my door open?” suggested Omega. “So I can hear you?”
Hunter smiled and gave her a gentle push towards her room.
“Whatever you want,” he promised, and he meant it.
Whatever she wanted. Whatever she needed.
He would be there for her.
Time to learn to braid hair.
All the kitties!
Cat dad captain Rex cat dad captain Rex—
“Got a bad feeling.”
This was funny 🤣
The Bad Batch go to the Zoo
Omega
Runs around, looking at all the animals. She loves the tropical birds, is a bit nervous about the huge venomous snake, and really wants to pet the lions
She asks Hunter and Echo for every snack she sees - she wants to try everything. Echo insists everything is too expensive (he scoffs at the prices) When Echo is distracted by Tech info dumping, Hunter lets her and Wrecker get cotton candy
She asks Tech dozens of questions about each animal, which he is happy to answer. When he doesn't know the answer, he adds it to a list of topics for Omega to learn about in her studies
Crosshair helps her pet a giraffe (don't ask)
Hunter
He is obsessed with the chameleon and, oddly enough, the armadillos (he thinks they're cute when they run).
The smells and noise in some of the areas overwhelms him and he spends most of the time staying away from these smells. His brothers understand when he has to step away from an exhibit.
Wrecker
He loves to see all of the animals, although it makes him sad that they're all in cages.
He insists he made friends with a gorilla (after talking to it and copying it's movements)
He now wants a bear as a pet, which both Hunter and Echo said no to and Tech strongly advised against. Crosshair comes up to him later and tells him he can get him a bear cub...for a price. Wrecker can't tell if Crosshair's kidding or not. He's not
Echo
Echo spends most of the time making sure no one wanders off and gets lost. In the end, he puts a tracker on Tech's datapad and the back of Omega's shirt (for the two who get lost the easiest).
He likes the giraffes best and thinks the printing on them is fascinating.
Tech
He spends most of his time taking notes of the different animals he sees and answering Omega's questions.
He loves all of the different fact sheets on the exhibits, but notices that they are often very incomplete. He tries to locate a zookeeper to complain about the discrepancies, but Hunter doesn't let him.
He likes to stop and watch the animals, though he knows this is not their natural habitat. He had to get dragged away from the monkey exhibit (they are just so much like humans) and the octopus exhibit (they are such intelligent creatures).
Crosshair
He lets Tech info dump him about the animals without much complaint. He's the one who has to drag Tech away so that they can see more than one animal in each area and so they can keep up with Omega (who's excited to see everything)
He pretends to not enjoy himself, but lets Omega drag him along to each exhibit and even gives her the occasional smile.
Omega (with the help of Wrecker) drags him onto the carousel and makes him ride it. After that he is cranky and ready to leave.
Batcher
She was allowed in because she is a certified emotional support service dog (for the whole batch).
She loves all the interesting new smells and runs along, often with Omega, but sometimes with Echo or Hunter.
I miss her honestly
I want to be in a hug like that
MA'AM *barges through the door and falls*
Biggest congrats on this milestone. May I humbly request some cuddling with Wrecker. Maybe the Marauder gets pretty chilly at night (and Tech doesn't bother fixing the A/C) so reader needs a big boy heater. much love <<3
Frozen Cuddles 🌊
🫧 Pairings: Wrecker X GN!Reader
word count: 760+
prompts:
none
When temperatures hits its lowest in the Marauder, Wrecker asks if you’d consider cuddling him. None surprisingly, you said yes.
warnings: Safe for Work, Cuddling for Warmth, Fluff, Mutual Pining.
authors note: sorry for the wait @cloned-eyes🤍🩵
The Marauder had landed on Hoth for a mission, but the planet's harsh climate was definitely unwelcoming. The icy winds howled outside the Marauder, battering against the ship's hull and making the cold inside feel even more oppressive. Even with what felt like a million layers of clothes on, you were still absolutely freezing.
As you move through the ship with a blanket draped over your shoulders, you sink into a corner next to some crates in the hopes that being in a closed space would offer you some warmth but it doesn't. You sighed miserably, the metal beneath you felt like ice, and your breath came out in visible puffs at your annoyance.
"Hey, ya look like you're freezing," Wrecker said, his voice a deep rumble that somehow managed to sound gentle as he came over, rubbing his hands together to get some friction of warmth.
You looked up, your chattering teeth turning into a smile at the sight of him. "Just a bit," you replied, trying to downplay your discomfort.
Wrecker's brow furrowed with concern. "Tech's got the heating off again, huh? Trying to save power and all that." He rolled his eyes but then grinned, his expression brightening. "Ya know, I've got a lot of body heat to share. Want me to come over there and warm you up?"
You blink up in surprise at him, his offer not exactly surprising but one that made your heart flutter considerably. “S-Sure,”
You scooted to allow Wrecker to sit down, and without hesitation, he enveloped you in his strong arms.
"Come ‘ere," he said with a soft smile, pulling you close. His warmth was immediate and intense, a stark contrast to the coldness of the ship. You let out a contented sigh as you nestled against his chest, feeling his heartbeat through the fabric of his civvies.
"This is much better," you murmured, relaxing into his embrace as you drape the blanket over your shoulders around you and him more securely.
Wrecker chuckled "Told ya. I'm like a big furnace." He adjusted his position, making sure you were comfortable. "Y’know, we could always gang up on Tech and force him to turn the heater on."
You laughed softly, rolling your eyes. "I don't think that would go over too well. He'd probably give us a long lecture about energy consumption and efficiency."
"Yeah, you're righ’," Wrecker admits, his tone playful. "Still, I'm glad I can help ya out. I hate seeing ya cold."
You sat in comfortable silence for a while, the sound of the ship's systems humming softly around you. You felt a sense of peace, a rare commodity in your line of work. Being in Wrecker's arms, feeling his warmth, made the harsh realities of your life seem distant and insignificant. Did he feel the same way you felt for him? Was he just being nice?
"You know," Wrecker said after a few minutes, his voice softer than usual. You feel your skin tingle with a warmth as his hand falls onto yours, gently entangling your fingers with his."I've always liked having you around. You're, uh, different from the others. Special."
You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his sincere gaze. Sincere yet nervous.
Adorable.
“I've always felt the same about you, Wrecker. You seem to know how to make everything better."
His cheeks burn slightly, a flustered expression barely visible in the dim lighting of the ship. "I try," he said with a bashful grin. "It's easy when it's for someone like you."
Your heart swelled at his words. There was something incredibly endearing about Wrecker's honesty, his lack of pretense. He was straightforward in his affections, and it made you feel something you hadn’t felt for a long time - cherished.
As the minutes ticked by, you found yourself growing drowsy, the combined warmth and the steady rhythm of Wrecker's breathing lulling you towards sleep. You shifted slightly, resting your head more comfortably against his chest. "Is this okay?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
Wrecker tightened his hold on you slightly, a protective gesture to make sure you were as comfortable and warm as possible. "More than okay," he replied, his tone full of affection. "Get some sleep. I've got ya."
Feeling content, you allowed your eyes to close. The cold of the ship seemed like a distant memory as you drifted off, cocooned in Wrecker's arms. The last thing you heard before sleep claimed you was the soothing sound of his heartbeat.
Hours later, when Tech finally relented after being nagged at by the others and turned on the heating system, it barely mattered. You and Wrecker were already lost in a galaxy of dreams and warmth. Maybe Tech should keep the heating off more often.
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Look at the little lizard boy! 😍
Them in another universe
Handsome lads
🤣 I bet Fives gets in trouble a lot
“Little” comic i made for tooka domino twins because they deserve to be silly.
(This is just a way for me to enforce the idea that echo is just as if not more chaotic than fives, he’s just better at hiding it)
No matter how important was Omega for the Empire's program, for Palpatine, for the future of everything, Hunter couldn’t care less. He was getting her out.
Before season 3, lots of people were thinking Hunter was entering his Joel Müller era…
for @draw-your-blorbo “most treasured possesion”. I know kid is not exactly an possesion, but close enought