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"Don't avoid the question" Omega picked up a friend at the beach! She is not allowed to keep it.
@summer-of-bad-batch prompt #9! Woo!
WOW! I originally joined late but I've had so much fun drawing for @summer-of-bad-batch! I've learned so much and really improved over the course of one and a half months.
To celebrate the end of Summer of Bad Batch 2024, here is a masterlist collection of every drawing/prompt I filled.
Week 1 - Water Gun Fight Week 2 - Injured, Comfort Zone Week 3 - "Forget I asked" Week 4 - Cadets, "You really think you're going without me? Not going to happen" Week 5 - "Need a hand?" Bonus Alternate Prompt - Light in the Darkness Week 7 - "don't avoid the question", Getting a Haircut
It's been such a pleasure to have participated in this event! I'm so glad to have been able to experience this. Thank you everyone who supported, commented, liked, and reblogged my works. 🩷
it’s been a month and i miss him more than anything
tryna figure out how to draw him again
wanted to share my bad batch playlists with the gorgeous, off-putting people of tumblr. eat up, clone fans in my phone:
a link to my spotify if it’s more convenient!!! ->
Bro doesn’t like what you’re steppin’ in
Edit: I may have confused some people with my caption but the responses made me laugh LMAO
I see no difference
Gave up halfway thru ¯\_(•_•)_/¯
Canonically, Hunter has junk in his trunk.
Wet hair Hunter 2.0...but at what cost *monkey paw curls* Yes he has a fat ass, I always draw Hunter with a fat ass its my favourite thing to do.
Tag List:
@bigbi4322 @eyecandyeoz @padawancat97 @yeehawgeek @argentinian-witch @atomickidsoul @keantha @mybrainislostinagalaxyfarfaraway @rispple-blog @dangraccoon @stardusthuntress @kratosfan6632466 @the-rain-on-kamino
okay but Hunter’s smiley eyes when he looks from Wrecker to Tech ? 😭
I’m mean to him in my fics, but maybe this will open my heart?
Someone needs to share with me a GIF of that scene of Wrecker teasing Tech about Phee
As an apology for my last comic post lmao I offer this :D
Omega, reading a recipe: Beat three eggs?
Wrecker: It means like in hand-to-hand combat.
Omega: Ohhhh-
Hunter: Both of you get out of this kitchen.
my sister and I have matching wallpapers now
Please reblog if you take :)
Hunter: Are you free today?
Echo: *glares* No, I'm expensive every day.
*The Batch at Disneyland, in the teacups*
Hunter, Echo, and Crosshair: *spinning a little and talking*
Omega, Wrecker, and Tech: *flying past them, spinning as fast as they can, screaming*
One of Those Days
(Bad Batch Pirate AU)
Also posted on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53673571
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Hunter emerged from below deck sweaty, as usual, but today was hot, like sunburn in 2 hours hot—and that's saying something for a Fett. Yeah… it was one of those days.
The Maurader was small by battleship standards, big enough to do some damage but still manageable by a crew of 5. The Marauder lived up to its name, and that's all the Bad Batch really needed.
Hunter let the Seawind blow his hair majestically for a blink before the winds receded. He glanced up at the Crowsnest unsurprised to find it empty, no matter how much Crosshair likes that thing, nobody wants to be closer to the sun on these days, Hunter thought. He looked back down to see Crosshair under the gangway getting sprayed by seawater periodically, nice spot. Hunter had gone below to raid the water barrel, and rations only to find the barrel nearly empty and all his meilooruns gone. He'd still spent some time looking around but found no trace of the treats.
“What's the crow doin’ out of his nest?” Hunter teased
Crosshair growled softly but remained unmoved.
Hunter smiled slightly running his hand through his gorgeous but sweaty hair and looked around once again. The others were splayed around the deck similarly, Wrecker sittin’ shirtless in the biggest slice of shade around next to a bucket, (probably for a bucket bath), Tech seated closer to the bow (for Seawind?) wearin' only loose pants and his crimson vest he’s so fond of, and Echo placed in between Wrecker and Tech’s spots—but still wearin’ his worn 501st blue coat, he must be dyin’ in that thing.
Hunter brisked over to Echo’s spot.
“Ahoy,” Hunter said
“Ahoy,” Echo responded
He was positively drenched in sweat and his face was a slight red.
“What brings ya here?” Echo asked
“Ya can't be wearin’ that coat in this heat, it's hotter than Mustafar’s seas out here.”
Echo’s face instantly turned from relaxed to cold. Hunter couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at that, what's up with him?
He hasn't taken off the coat since he got it from Rex, but he can't be wearin’ it in this heat.
“Aye,” Echo said cooly
They both paused staring. Echo made no effort to move.
“Echo…” Hunter said “You’ll get heat stroke in that, just take it off and you can have it back later”
Echo’s face then laced with sorrow, and he faced away staring at the deck. Hunter stood there for a moment waiting for him. Why’s this coat got him in such a ruffle?
Echo silently shrugged off the coat, then clenched it in his good hand. He wore a long-sleeve wool shirt underneath, Hunter raised another eyebrow to that.
Echo sighed pulled out a canteen from one of the pockets and reluctantly handed Hunter the coat. He lurched slightly from the weight of it. Wait a minute…
He padded the coat pockets.
“It was you!” Hunter accused
“What?” Echo said defensively
“You took all my meilooruns and hid them in your coat!”
Echo shrugged and smirked slightly.
“Is that why you refused to take it off?”
Echo’s barely playful manner evaporated again, and he scowled and turned to look at the sea.
“Take them, there were only 2 left,” Echo said bitterly “Wrecker ate the rest”
Hunter eyed him carefully, this was strange, even for Echo.
Even so, Hunter turned and walked over to the barracks coat in hand. Which was barely a few meters away, the Maurader was small and saw the others eyeing him from their spots on the boat. Wrecker was the first to approach him.
“Hey Cap’n, What's up with Echo?” Wrecker asked glancing at Echo
Hunter shrugged, “I can't say, it's got somethin’ to do with this coat though”
“Aye,” Wrecker agreed softly “Do you know why he’s wearin’ that thing in this heat?”
“Don't know that either, but it's drenched in sweat” Hunter commented “he also took my last meilooruns, but I don't think that's the reason”
“Maybe we should dunk him in the sea to cool him down”
“Actually that could drown him,” Tech declared walking over “his metal legs would haul him down and though I have developed countermeasures for said disaster, I would not recommend testing it”
“And I don't reckon he’s in the mood for such antics at the moment” Hunter added
The others nodded glancing at Echo.
“Do you reckon a bucket would work?” Wrecker asked mischievously
Hunter chuckled at that, “If you do try such a thing, be sure to do it smartly, or he might actually shoot you this time”
The others smiled at that memory, good times.
“I'm serious lads, you should leave him be”
With that Hunter spun and entered the barracks, a dark and smelly place, but that's a privateer’s life.
Though Crosshair was given the gift of impeccable eyesight, Hunter had been blessed with fabulous hair and the ability to see in the dark so he walked effortlessly to Echo’s hammock.
Since Echo had joined they'd worked to make a space for him, and anyway, Echo wanted to be further away from them for his reasons. Echo’s hammock was in the far corner next to his personal storage chest.
Echo would probably stab Hunter with one of his own knives if Hunter ever tried to learn the 501st pocket space trick—Hunter once saw Echo pull three pistols, a canteen of water, a dictionary, a whole meiloorun, and an entire toolbox out of his coat while the thing looked completely normal. But Hunter’d still like to know what stirred Echo so much. It was a pretty regular coat, worn, with patches and stitches here and there, but other than that, well cared for. He studied it a moment longer flipping open the collar—that’s strange— a single number, 5, was embroidered in it. Maybe it's a worn-out rendition of 501st? Hunter shrugged pulling out one of the meilooruns and tossing the coat onto Echo’s hammock making his way back on deck.
Hunted walks back up the stairs, and immediately gets dunked by a whole bucket of water. He yelps,
“Wrecker!!!” Hunter exclaims
To which Wrecker responded with roaring laughter. Okay, that was actually pretty refreshing, plus now the sweat is out of his hair. But that won't stop him from getting Wrecker back somehow.
Also, Crosshair stands with an Imperial Shuttle while the others stand with the Maurader. And Wrecker and Omega stand closer to Crosshair, while Hunter is further back perhaps symbolizing that Hunter will take longer to forgive Crosshair than the others.
I love the attention to detail. Two islands of light. Crosshair on one, the others on the other. They perfectly displayed the huge gap that was created in the first season by Cross. Now he needs to regain the trust of his brothers after almost a year of living apart. From now on, the arc of Crosshair's correction begins in the eyes of the rest of the squad, his rehabilitation begins now and it is not known how soon he will be able to become a full-fledged part of this family again. When they trust him again and accept him as their own.
Omega will most likely help him with this. She was generally a ray of light, a supportive sister who you want to protect. She's the only one who believed in Cross, who trusts him even after all this time. Now that her brother has stopped listening to his demons and has begun his redemption, she must help him become Clone 99 again.
I sincerely hope that his story will not end with his death, otherwise we have already lost one.