Oh My Heart!

Oh my heart! ❤️‍🩹♥️♥️

Maybe

I haven’t been able to write anything since the finale tor a couple reasons BUT here’s a little drabble for Omega

Maybe.

Maybe she wasn’t force sensitive or whatever Ventress had called it.

Maybe.

Maybe she could just feel things like Hunter can.

Maybe.

She doesn’t truly understand the force. Her brothers hadn’t been able to understand it.

She had decided that it was just there.

It was the humming in her ear when she made a split second decision

It was the tug on her heart when she saw people in need.

It was the warmth she felt when looking at her brothers.

Maybe she didn’t need to understand the force.

She felt it. Surrounding her. Helping her. With her every step of her journey.

Maybe the force isn’t something to be explained. It’s something that is just there.

She hopes it is.

She’d heard stories.

Throughout the bases and from pilots she flew with.

That feeling of someone who was lost finding their way back again.

She knew that feeling.

She felt it when she flew.

Every time she powered up the engines.

When she hit the lever for hyperspace.

When she ran the diagnostics.

There was always that feeling of being watched.

It wasn’t that chills down your spine give you goosebumps kind of thing.

No this was warm hot chocolate after a long day out on patrol in the middle of nowhere, the feeling of one of wreckers hugs. The feeling she felt when crosshair told her “Good job”, the feeling of when Hunter smiled at her finally at peace after their long time fighting for the freedom to feel this.

The feeling she felt when she was flying. Alive, free, she felt like her heart could explode out of her chest. Happiness.

She felt that whenever she flew.

Some of the other rebel fighters spoke of the powers of the force.

They said that loved ones are part of it after they moved on.

She figures that’s a good way to see it.

Because that way

Maybe.

Just maybe.

When she flew.

He was there too.

Crossposted from BlueSky!

Yes, give us all the clones! Especially more Bad Batch. I neeeeeeeed it!

Just give me more clones...

You know, I don't really care that much about all the lore and what is or isn't canon, the jedi and sith stuff...just give me clones. That's all I want.

Well, that’s hurt 💔

I have failed you, Anakin.

Awwww

You can’t tell me this didn’t happen

Hmmm working on a thing and decided to lean into the 'Hunter's tattoos go all the way down' thing in reverse order:-

Free of Kaminoan oversight, Hunter immediately began modifying his appearance, a process which Crosshair watched with interest. His hair was quick to grow out, once it wasn’t regularly being shorn, and he began inking the skin of his left hand to mirror the bones beneath. It wasn’t long before the design spread up his forearm to his elbow, and then he was forced to enlist his brothers’ help to continue the skeletal theme to his upper arm. When he suggested inking his face, Crosshair had studied him for a long, silent moment, enhanced eyesight drinking in every aspect of Hunter’s appearance. Then he simply shrugged and said, “Sure, why not.”

Edit: finished this, posted it Here