Omg-

omg-

thinking about...

crosshair with piercings

let him get a cute little nostril ring

maybe let him get an industrial ear piercing

alongside simple pierced lobes

I FINALLY FINISHED

THE QUALITY IS SCUFFED BUT IDC

ENJOY

THE LUCKY BATCH AS VINES EVERYONE!

@monako-jinn-stories @just-another-dreamerr @lynnpaper @lavenderstaars @foxlock @maygalodon @letsunity @oo-hazel-oo @radbatch @generaltano @cosmicghostie @lusiawonder @the-lucky-batch and any other lucksters i missed!

Me writing a rough draft of The Lucky Batch pilot today…

but my animatic is at 50 frames now so maybe i won after all

Names Skip

@mango-peachjuice @lavenderstaars @stereotypicalpicnicmat @maygalodon @longearedowlfromouterspace and any other Lucksters

The Lucky Batch

Starting a picrew chain!! Come on, Lucky Batch, I found a cool little picrew and I want y'all to join in! Link here!

My boi Foxy here!

Tagging all Lucky Batch (no pressure at all!): @mango-peachjuice @lavenderstaars@monako-jinn-stories @letsunity @stereotypicalpicnicmat @radbatch @just-another-dreamerr @maygalodon @lusiawonder @namesmox @generaltano @oo-hazel-oo and anyone else I’ve forgotten!

The Bad Batch Found Family Fic Recs!

These fics center around Omega’s relationship with The Bad Batch.

While I have only read a few of these so far, I wanted to help give other writers the recognition they deserve and/or make it easy for readers to find good stories. Thank you so much to the people who recommended these!

And of course, if for any reason you want me to take your fic off here, no worries I’ll do it right away. 

nothing sweeter than my baby by hanged_albatross

Rating: Not Rated

Word Count: 17k (unfinished)

Summary: Hunter had been trained to kill in hundreds of ways. During his service with the GAR, he had destroyed every type of droid, separatist leader, and lifeform in between that was deemed a threat. He had been shot, stabbed, tortured, blown up on multiple occasions. But for some reason, the idea of being Omega’s ori'vod, or Force forbid her buir, scared him more than anything the war had ever thrown his way. Or, Hunter learns what it takes to raise Omega.

Revelations of a Moonflower by TheEasternEmpress  @theeasternempress

Rating: G

Word Count: 3k

Tech is tired of seeing Omega cooped up in the Havoc Marauder all day, so he steals her away for a midnight adventure he hopes she won’t forget. However, their trip leads to some unexpected and unwelcome revelations for Tech.

I’d fight every star in the sky by Purple_Space_Cats

Rating: Not Rated

Word Count: 1.5k

Just to see you smile. Hunter has Omega back. He’s never letting her go again.

A Little Red Handprint by TheEasternEmpress @theeasternempress

Rating: G

Word Count: 2.7k

Echo is still learning how to adapt to having a child on board and struggles with deciding to treat her like a soldier or like a child. With a simple question from Omega, Echo finally makes his decision.

The Toy Store by Doctor_Strange

Rating: G

Word Count: 3.2k

Just a little bit of Tech and Omega fluff. Canon compliant but set somewhere before episode 7. The Batch is resting on a planet in the mid-rim and Tech is starting to feel left out.

Keep reading

37th Battalion (The Lucky Batch ☘️)

It was raining the other day and it reminded me of you lucksters @mango-peachjuice @maygalodon @generaltano , so now this little thing exists. (Rane loves his little sister Brisk, I know, the Force told me.)

Rain can be bittersweet too

It was raining.

The soft splatter of the first few drops against durasteel had him looking up from where he was cleaning his blaster, eyes climbing through the tall canopy until they spotted the clouds covering the skies. They were a pale grey, light and fluffy, like the ones that usually hung over Kamino with gentle rain and murmuring thunder.

It was like the first time he’s felt it on his skin, from that time, long ago, when something inside him had pushed him outside the domes and into the storm. The moment that had earned him a name.

And the last time, when he’d let it run over his face as he’d held the bodies of his brothers, his chest tight while his heart shattered.

A thunder rumbled softly in the distance and dragged his mind out of bittersweet memories. He looked at the sky, uncertain, something off between his ribs.

Hesitantly, he stretched his hand forward, out of the cover of the dropship's wing. Gentle droplets landed on his hand, scattering once they met the plastoid on his arm and leaving specks of water that slowly made their way down his dusty armor, the trickles thicker as rain started to come down a bit harder and pool at the base of his palm.

He hadn't realized he was trembling until the water cupped in his hand slipped between his shaky fingers.

Ozone in the air, blood on the wet soil, cold—

Suddenly someone rushed past him, a cold breeze brushing against his cheeks as Jackal and the General dove forward, away from the cover of the ship’s wings and out into the open. He watched, impossibly still, as they both started sprinting like madmen in the small clearing, legs brushing against the tall grass and faces up to feel the water on their cheeks.

There was singing and smirking and buzzing energy under the skies, both of them drunk in the unexplainable freedom of the incoming storm. Songs got woven in the air and the warm rumbling of thunder echoed in the distance, like drums joining in to their display of joyful nonsense.

And there was laughter.

He'd never heard laughter in the rain before.

Jackal and Kenhla kept running around, boots splashing in muddy puddles as the water poured down, trying to get to each other. They were drenched from head to toe, armor splattered with mud, robes dark and heavy and wet, and yet they looked like they didn't have a care in the world other than dancing under the rain and laughing and spinning and joking—

Brisk suddenly joined in, an extra bounce in her step as she spread her arms wide, like a bird ready to take off towards the endless sky. She did a happy little spin, her feet light on the slippery floor and her eyes closed as she welcomed the storm like someone would greet a childhood friend: with glee and a grin that stretched from ear to ear.

A giggle escaped her lips and it was a sound of pure joy, a melody among the thunder and trickling water of leaves and metal, and Rane couldn’t help the way his breath stuck in his throat at the sight of the little padawan dancing under the rain.

There was a warm light in her eyes; a spark he found so hard to find in his own these days.

“Hey, Rane!” She called to him as she caught him staring quietly from under the shelter of the ship. The girl looked so carefree with her short hair plastered against her forehead, robes getting darker with water by the second— it was as if the weight of command and war had been lifted from her small shoulders for a moment. Her hand reached out to him, an invitation, a grin wide on her face. “You coming?”

Yes. No.

It hurts. It's cold.

Like holding somebody’s dying body. Rain was lonely.

But it’s freedom. It's life.

They were laughing and dancing. Together.

It's home.

He smiled quietly, hesitantly, and with a deep breath, took the step forward.

@lavenderstaars @letsunity @lynnpaper @monako-jinn-stories @oo-hazel-oo @catboy-tech @cosmicghostie @radbatch @longearedowlfromouterspace @namesmox @burnthashbrown27 some wholesomess for the soul.