For Many Of Years I Had This Tradition Of Drawing Wirt And The Beast Once A Year To See How Much I Have

For many of years I had this tradition of drawing Wirt and the beast once a year to see how much I have improved, then depression hit in 2023 and couldn't continue, but it left so really amazing art in the process

Eventually

Tech x Phee Genoa

Warnings: some more TechPhee fluff, discussion of Crosshair's character and role in CF99, mild alcohol (wine) consumption, implications of and references to sexual relations and therefore I'm labeling this fic as Mature and 18+, but nothing is explicit

“He isn’t as bad as their stories make him seem,” Tech murmured. 

Phee chuckled a little as she walked back to the sofa she’d practically pushed him onto, a glass of wine in each hand. “Whatever you say, Brown Eyes,” she smiled, handing him a glass. 

He took a sip of it. “Crosshair has always been severe and unyielding, but he’s still our brother.”

Phee looked up at him, noting the furrow of his brows. “He means a lot to you, huh?” she chuckled. “Tell me more about him.”

Tech’s eyes finally met hers, finding that they were full of sincerity. He nodded once and she smiled reassuringly. 

“When we were young, Crosshair was rather quiet. He still can be- or at least he could be; I’m unsure if his time with the Empire has changed that trait. Regardless, he was nearly decommissioned because the long-necks and the trainers actually believed him to be mute. However-”

Phee listened to him talk about his lost brother. As he got further into their adventures - and further into his drink - the stories became more and more endearing, despite the attitude problem Phee had made note of. 

“He always did his best to protect us. I think he enjoyed being a sniper, but when we were cadets he told me that he didn’t like being apart from the rest of us so frequently. So when we actually hit the field, he would watch us from whatever perch he’d find himself on-”

“Like a guardian angel,” Phee finished, a fond smile pulling at her lips. 

Tech had to mentally admonish himself for paying too close attention to her lips. 

“I suppose one could characterize him in that way,” he nearly whispered. His cheeks felt hot. That was odd.

“Would you?” 

She was so close to him. She was nearly on top of him. When had they gotten so close?

“Would I…?”

Her eyes were locked onto his. He couldn’t look away if he wanted to. Luckily, he found he didn’t want to. 

She laughed, clearly finding amusement in the way his mind seemed to be failing him. “Would you characterize him that way?”

“I,” he hesitated. He was certain the alcohol in his system was influencing the sentence he was barely holding back. “I would prefer not to think of my brothers at this moment.”

She moved impossibly closer. Tech felt his breath still in his chest. 

“Is there something you’d prefer to think of, Brown Eyes?”

The scent of her perfume swirled around him, flooding his senses with her. 

“I…would prefer not to think as much.”

He hoped she understood. Maker, he hoped she understood. 

His hopes were met as she finally - finally - pressed her lips against his. 

About a million things flashed through his mind, and he felt like it would promptly shut down, replaced with her scent, her feel, her sight, her.

She pulled away and he fought the disappointed grumble that rose in his throat. 

“Tech?” she whispered after a long moment. Somehow, his name sounded almost pretty coming from her. She didn’t use his name very often, but that didn’t bother him much. 

“Hmm?” was the only answer he could formulate. 

Phee snorted. “Eloquent,” she smirked. “Your comm pinged a lot. Should you check it?”

Reality washed over him again like the waves he was beginning to hear from the open window. 

“Yes, I suppose I should,” he sighed, pulling up his datapad to scan over the messages he hadn’t heard arrive. 

A few from Omega, one from Hunter, but most were from an unspecified source on a very secure channel. Echo.

He read through the messages quickly. 

“Do you need to go?” Phee asked. He could tell that she was trying to mask the disappointment in her voice. He hated the idea of disappointing her. 

“Yes…eventually,” he breathed. “I will not be needed until it is time for Omega’s flying lesson.”

“Wh-”

“Tomorrow… afternoon.”

Her smirk was the last thing he saw as she nearly tackled him. 

Thanks for reading! - River

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Twins? No. Triplets.

I know people HC Tech and Cross as twins and I do agree BUT if omega would have aged at the same time as them and would have fought alongside them from the start, MY headcanon is that they are triplets! I feel like all three complement each other. Very much Earth (Omega), Sun (Tech), and Moon (Crosshair) ♥️

BONUS: The triplets in ✨Suits✨

Note: I had a tough time figuring out the creases in the suits so they might (definitely) be off. I gotta practice more on it 🥴

All the batchers get into fights with the regs. Even Tech.

I LOVE THIS!!!!

Day 1 of

A few words from Omega :

The only tricky part for this one was to find a shirt in the right shade of pink at the thrift shop ! Tech was fairly cooperative when it came to styling his hair but he won't akcnoledge the side bang suits him 🙄 Wrecker wanted to be a triceratops so we made a mask! Now we can re-enact that scene from Jurassic Park! 😂

Follow #The Bad Batch celebrates Halloween

Quietly and discreetly slides over yet another clone drawing before my over-critical, self-deprecating, perfectionist brain finds something to get stuck on.

Sooooo, here's the prettiest boy ✨❤️

I could've waited until Tuesday but by then I likely would've felt like I had to fix something. (just a random side thought, I'm fucking devastated that my birthday won't land on Tech Tuesday this year 😭)

I need to get back to just doodling stuff fast. I'm building my own expectations too high with these higher-quality works.