Day 3

Those kids must have the best group chat

(Have some in universe memes, my treat)

day 1: I use she/her pronouns for the time being

Well, well, well, will you look at that? It’s Pride again.

You know the drill by now. It’s June 1, and suddenly everything from banks to big box stores has slapped a rainbow on their logo. Rainbow capitalism knows how to target LGBTQIA+ customers. For exactly 30 days of the year. How quaint.

Of course, it’s nice to make things bright, and colorful, and pretty. But it’s meaningless if that’s all it is.

Pride should be about uplifting and celebrating you, the community. And it should be year-round, not just 8.22% of the year. So, we’re signal-boosting your posts that celebrate, support, and honor all genders and sexualities over here. Follow to keep your dashboard lovely and gay as hell all year round.

And, yes, we’re also making a bit of a fuss right here on @celebrate (apparently, we just can’t help ourselves). So if you’re interested in talking about what Pride means to you or want to celebrate Pride but don’t know how to go about it this year, we made a fun little 30-day Share Your Pride Challenge list. Because you do, in fact, deserve to be celebrated.

Tag your posts with #ShareYourPride if you want to make them a little easier for other people to find. And Tumblr? Happy Pride. We’re glad you’re here.

I blame @silkling for giving me Rescue Bots feels and the need to do this.

I made mention of the idea of the Cons detecting the Sigma Ship before and felt the need to do something. Might add onto this at some point for sure.

So enjoy?

Who Needs a Rescue? Pt 1

It must be some Autobot trick.

When Soundwave informed him of the ship's signal, Megatron knew better than assuming the mech had been joking. There's no way such a ship should or could still even exist. That, after all this time, it was travelling towards this horrible mudball of a planet. Not until Soundwave brought up the signal and the ship's predict path that he had no choice but to believe.

Rescue Bots…

A caste of Cybertronians that he was quick to deal with at the start of the war. They claimed they wanted no part in the war, would remain neutral, would aid anyone who needed help. They showed up at every battle and assist anyone that still had a spark beating in their chests. It didn't matter if they were Autobot, Decepticon or fools that had yet to choose.

The Rescue Bots followed their pathetic motto to the very end.

Megatron had to humour them for a bit, but when it became clear over time that they were becoming a problem. After all, they were aiding the Autobots and Megatron couldn't allow that to happen for much longer. He made it known that the Rescue Bots needed to choose a side. That Decepticons were the true path for the future of Cybertron.

They didn't see his request as merciful as it was.

Their mistakes.

Now, there what could be the last of their kind—heading to this backward world for whatever reason. Didn't they have a clue of what happened? Of the war? Why broadcast their signal for anyone to pick up, drawing attention to themselves.

"Soundwave, what reason could this mudball bring an extinct caste here?"

Didn't need to explain anymore as Soundwave responds with Prime's foolish message to his remaining soldiers, calling them here. Yes, it would be the most logical reason as Optimus labelled the message priority Prime.

Now, Megatron had a choice to make. He could order Soundwave to shoot the ship down, be rid of the last of the Rescue Bots for all time.

But he was curious about how they still exist. How did they survive the fate that thousands of their caste failed to escape? It was a puzzle that naw away at his processor. How, how did this happen, and what could he do to correct this mistake?

If those Rescue Bots landed and joined forces with Prime on this organic world, they would boost the numbers the Autobots greatly needed. They could destroy the ship before it made landfall. While the Rescue Bots Megatron remembered from eons ago were pacifists by nature, who knows how they would react to the news that they were the last of their kind.

Megatron couldn't allow Optimus the chance to gain the upper hand over him.

But then there was the other side of the equation.

One, he must decide quickly.

"Soundwave, track the ship. Once it's close, bring it aboard," ordered Megatron, turning his back and walked away from his third.

"Whoever it is, we can't allow them to join Prime."

Once he gotten his hands on the ship, Megatron would then decide their fate.

lol im dead

I got some uhhhhh memes

some of my art for Found: A Clone Wars Zine. our theme was found families.

these dudes get sent to a lot of remote locations for missions. even though the show sadly never shows the domestic side of that, I imagined it means they’re often setting up camp and trying to stay cozy in the wilderness. so that’s the idea I ran with for my art!

although this zine is now a rare collector’s item sold out, our next zine is currently available for preorder!! get your copy here–> @untoldstoriescwzine

Girl Time and Lullaby

Pairing: Omega and F Reader friendship

Warnings: None it is female bonding and friendship

Word Count: 1778

Summary: Omega had always been well aware that there was one huge difference between her and her brothers. Something so profoundly different that it set her apart and that did not change until she met you.

Notice: After the disappointing finale of TBB i finished this little lyric work for Omega. I used the text of SleepSsong performed by Secret Garden

Omega had always been well aware that there was one huge difference between her and her brothers. Something so profoundly different that it set her apart and that did not change until she met you.

Working in Cid's bar on Ord Mantell, you had been amused by the sight of a young girl wrapping the men in her life all around her little fingers. Sure, you had seen adult women do this to men and they would get things done that way, but this girl was something else entirely. And with this young girl, it was not just the men that were taken in by her, not even Cid was immune to her charms.

With a bright smile Omega stepped into the bar. “Y/N! We finally got to try out the new Mantell Mix! It is soooooo gooooood. Do you want some as well?” Holding out the carton of the mix that both she and Wrecker always enjoy together after a mission, she beams a big smile at you and offers you to have a taste of it.

You can not help but grin at the beaming smile and the carton that is held out to you by this young girl. Her enthusiasm and her sweet demeanor make her easily loveable and like it or not, she has you wrapped around at the very least one finger as well. Grabbing a few pieces of the mix you taste them and hum in approval of the new taste. “That does taste very good.”

Happy with the approval of her new favorite taste, Omega turns around to her brother who followed close behind her. “Wrecker, next time we should also take a carton of mix for her. She likes the taste as well.”

Wrecker smiles his famous, beaming smile as he nods, popping yet another hand of mix into his mouth. “Uhuh kid! Sure will. It's getting late, we should go grab some sleep.”

“You forgot Wrecker? Omega will be staying with me tonight. It's girls night.” With an exaggerated wink you grin at Omega. “You ready sweety?”

Omega nods as she moves to get behind the bar. “Yep, all ready! I just wish we had taken some more of the new mix with us.”

Wrecker looks at you and Omega one more time as he turns around and leaves the bar. “Have fun kid! Take good care of her Y/N!”

Omega waves at him one more time and then turns to look at you. “When are we going?”

Loo-li, loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay

Loo-li, loo-li, loo-li lai-lay

Lay down your head and I'll sing you a lullaby

Back to the years of loo-li lai-lay

After you had cleaned the bar, with some help from Omega, the two of you left for your small apartment only a few steps away from Cid bar. It was your little kingdom in a world that has been in disarray for a while. Your little refuge and now you could share it for a night with a young girl that could really do with some female company.

Girls night would be a welcome change for someone who has been raised between aliens and clones. Granted, the clones did not have it any easier, far from it, but for a young and impressionable girl, being raised by an alien race to be a medic and who knows what else was planned? She could seriously do with at the very least a sisterly bond and you were more than welcoming to the idea.

When the two of you had settled into your apartment, Omega put a fresh set of clothing in the bedroom and all the snacks and drinks were set on the table close at hand, you were ready for some cheesy holo`s and whatever you could think of. Before you knew it, Omega was trying out every way possible to do your hair while you were scrolling through pictures of cute haircuts for Omega. Inspired by the latest in a string of short movies, you struck up conversation about her need for some new clothes. The fresh set she had brought with her, were actually nothing more than a set of blacks and the standard outfit you were used to from her.

“It's decided then, tomorrow we will go shopping. I know some small shops around that might have just what we need for you Megs.”

Happy with the plans for the next day, Omega nods, grabs a snack and snuggles next to you on the couch. You grab a corner of the blanket that you had spread on the couch and draw it over the two of you. “Ohhh this is my favorite. That guy? He will have to find a way to lift a curse that is keeping him and the love of his life apart. He turns into a wolf at night and she turns into a hawk during the day.” Together you watch the movie, eating snacks and having soft drinks. Sometimes you giggle together or comment on what happens.

Before you both realized it, it had gotten late and time to sleep. Humming, you motion for Omega to follow you to the bedroom where you brushed your teeth in the fresher and got ready to change. A sudden gasp from Omega has you turn around. “Lula! Look, Y/N, Wrecker packed Lula.”

The stuffed Tooka doll that both Wrecker and Omega still care for greatly as if it were a living thing, is now held against Omega`s chest as if it were a fragile child or pet. You softly hum as you take in the scene.

“I suppose Wrecker wanted to make sure you would feel at ease here Megs.”

Omega nods as she puts the doll down on the bed. “Lula has something comforting. I guess we both just need to have that sometimes and it is the last thing we have from our home.”

Kamino, the planet that was home to her and her brothers for as long as she could remember. The place where they had all been bred for war and whatever other reasons there were to create so many clones. And now it was the last place they would ever want to go, because it would most likely mean imprisonment and a certain death. You feel for the young girl and her band of brothers. Actually, you feel for all the men who were born there and might never have a real home to call their own, with the way things are going in this galaxy.

“What is that melody you have been humming Y/N? It sounds nice.” Omega yawns as she asks and rubs her eyes.

“It is a lullaby from long ago sweetheart. Come, lay down and I'll sing some for you. I don't have the best of voices, but it is the thought that counts right?” You tap the bed and help Omega settle in. As she lays down you stroke her hair and begin to softly hum and sing the words.

And I'll sing you to sleep and I'll sing you tomorrow

Bless you with love for the road that you go

May you sail far to the far fields of fortune

With diamonds and pearls at your head and your feet

And may you need never to banish misfortune

May you find kindness in all that you meet

May there always be angels to watch over you

To guide you each step of the way

To guard you and keep you safe from all harm

Loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay

As you hum and sing the words, Omega yawns once more and slowly her eyes close. Her breathing becomes deeper and deeper, each passing second as her body relaxes under the gentle stroking of her hair. Then, she softly snores for a second and you know the girl is in a deep sleep. Pulling up the blanket you smile at the little figure under it.

“Sweet dreams Megs.” Carefully, as not to wake her, you stand up and walk back to the living room to clean up the last bits of snacks and drinks. When your comm beeps you grin, already knowing very well who it is that is checking in at this time.

“She is deep asleep Hunter, no need to worry about that.”

You hear a deep chuckle from the other side before the man actually speaks up. “Guess I am that predictable then?”

“You all are. I know for sure that the others are listening in on this.” They can hear the smile in your voice as you speak. “Reporting in Sarge! Megs and I had a nice girls night, she is deep asleep now and tomorrow morning, after breakfast, we will be doing some much needed shopping after which I will be returning her safe and sound to you lot.”

“Thanks Y/N. Omega needed some time with someone … Well, not like us. You know, soldiers.” You can practically hear him think about how to explain what he thought Omega needed. She needed a female presence around sometimes to help her with the more girly things and you had taken her under your wing when you met for the first time.

“No problem guys. I will get her some new clothes and some other items she will need when on board of the Marauder. When we are done I will take her back to Cids bar to meet up with you all.”

After you finished your conversation, you go back to the bedroom where Omega is still deep asleep, clutching Lula to her chest. You dim the light as you crawl in yourself. It had been a nice evening with Omega and the day to come would bring some nice time away from the usual missions as well for Omega and a day away from bar duties for you. Softly humming the last few sentences of the lullaby you sang to Omega, you drift off to sleep thinking about the family you left behind on your travels and the new family you had found in the most unlikely of places. A strange family of clones you began to love deeply and the friends you made while working in the bar.

May you bring love and may you bring happiness

Be loved in return to the end of your days

Now fall off to sleep, I'm not meaning to keep you

I'll just sit for a while and sing loo-li, lai-lay

May there always be angels to watch over you

To guide you each step of the way

To guard you and keep you safe from all harm

Loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay, loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay

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Hello all. Can we talk about Clone Force 99's barracks on Kamino and what I think this says about the Bad Batch?

So we first see their barracks in TBB Episode 1.

I'd like to break down each sleeping area and what I think this says about it's residents. Echo also makes a comment about the smell but, frankly, I don't want to know, so we'll leave that out.

I also want to ad that I love this show and the characters, so any snark here is not ill-willed on my part.

(The majority of the images here are concept art by Jason Pichon, with a smattering of screenshots plus one epic official artwork. I'm largely using these as the basis for my wild speculations.)

Let's begin clockwise starting from the door.

So let's start with Hunter.

His bunk is neat. Sheets folded. No mess. There is a chest/locker with Clone Force 99's logo on it and "Hunter" written in Aurebesh.

The above is neat, uncomplicated and says military and we know that Hunter takes his job seriously. And outwardly Hunger is all business.

There is what looks like a ?canteen? on the shelf plus some medals - which is interesting as Hunter and Co. decline Rex's offer of coming with them at the end of their arc in The Clone Wars Series 7, because accolades aren't their thing. But he's kept these. If anyone can shed some light here please do.

Hunter does have his team's insignia painted on the wall by his bunk however, and this is a nice little insight into his psyche. Because having his team's crest where he sleeps and where he rests is quite lovely when you think about it. This is the first thing he wants to see when he wakes.

If we have a sneak peek inside his locker, courtesy of Omega's snooping, we also see that he has a photograph of his team, Echo included. Which I think is wonderful. He views Echo as one of them even though Echo has been with the Batch for a relatively small amount of time.

And is this something Hunter takes with him on missions? (My heart)

Now Tech:

Tech's bunk is next to Hunter's and we can see it's a chaotic, messy -but not unclean- place. But it obviously the disorder here makes sense to him.

How would he even sleep in this? But this points towards the fact that Tech's approach to rest is a little different.

Where he is comfortable is where he is working or letting his mind wanter to different experiments and projects. If we're honest he's always going to be the smartest man in the room and when you're working on a purely hypothetical and theoretical level perhaps what you crave is mental stimulation? And this is what Tech's sleeping space shows us.

When he relaxes he doesn't necessarily shut off, but he uses these tasks to relax his mind. I assume he sleeps at some point.

He's done a bit of rewiring and hasn't bothered to put it away; clearly tidying wasn't important.

There look like equations and diagrams of projects Tech is working on and these projects might be what are spread around the room - see the thing on the table he tinkers with in this episode.

To me this is almost like Tech extending the field of his personal space and he claims most of the surface area on the room. I'm reading into this as, as much as he is on another planet with his intellect he wants to at least orbit his brothers.

See how he also called the Havoc HIS ship in espisode 4; Tech takes up space like a cat - any space occupied by him is one he will fill.

And I love how it's messy as hell, actually.

As for Echo:

Well, he doesn't have a bunk as the barracks were only outfitted for 4 clones. However we can see a hammock rigged up between Tech's bunk and the window.

I've seen lots of complaints about this, so let me just say: the rest of the Batch didn't have to make him a bed, but they did.

They could have just given him that sofa/bench thing, as presumably they'd be out on missions more often than not and stays back on Kamino would be brief, but they have made him somewhere to sleep.

It's in a quiet corner by the window with a view of the sky. Imagine you're Echo and you've been trapped in that ordeal for all that time, stuck wired in to that tank; you'd want to see the sky too.

It might not be perfect, but it's cozy. A hammock would support him as he slept. It would also bundle him up and give him a little bit of privacy if he needed some space and alone time, rather than him going into an open sided bunk.

It's also fairly common for people serving in the armed forces to sleep in hammocks (source: my dad, uncles, grandfathers - you get the gist?) so this wouldn't be an out of the ordinary experience for Echo. This is some semblance of the familiar for him.

Plus he's close to Tech. And I wonder if this tells us a little about their relationship?

Tech is the one who carried Echo through that vertical shaft / duct during the Skako Minor rescue. They often grump and snark at each other but non-aggressively, the same sort of way that family members often bicker.

Also Tech would be close by if Echo needed any help with his prosthetics/cybernetics.

Now Crosshair:

And he's interesting. If we look at his bunk, it's the only one with crates stacked directly in front of and to the side of it, like a wall:

It's almost like Crosshair has made a partition here to define the boundaries of His Bunk, given himself a modicum of privacy and tried to preserve some semblance of personal space here.

Which I think is fitting as he would be the hardest one to reach. He is aloof and apart by preference but I'm also reading an element of vulnerability here.

I think of this being bit like the opposite of Tech's bunk: Tech spreads out whereas Crosshair contains.

But his metaphorical distance doesn't stop him from some elements of personalisation, namely decorating his bunk with targets from the firing range. I wonder if these were from training sessions that he enjoyed, or shots that he deemed good? But I do know that the centre poster has bullet holes that make out the letter "C" in Aurebesh.

Yes. MF shot his initial in target practice. Yes he did. Because as aloof as Crosshair is, he's been better than you since 21 BBY and he wants you to know it.

His spare blacks are also folded, similar to Hunter's - we can read into this as someone who likes things precise and in their place.

This is a mirror for his demeanor too. His marksmanship is sharp, he is direct without preamble and even his speech is deliberate and precise.

Now Wrecker:

And oh where to start. My boy has probably the messiest bunk (and I'm including Tech's in this) with food bowls, ?fruits? and his blanket strewn haphazardly.

There are weights nearby and we know that Wrecker enjoys working out (see him powerlifting Gonky, the Batch's GNK droid aboard the Havoc Marauder).

He also has his spare blacks hung up across a cable he's rigged to the ceiling of his bunk. This says "I need space but I'm not too bothered about aesthetics", suggesting that he's not much fussed by other's impressions.

He's a simple man and this is a simple expedient. He's a guy who's not fussy where he crashes and this also suggests someone who is fairly carefree.

And we know this is who Wrecker is at heart. His voice actor calls him a simple guy with "not a lot of clouds in that sky". There is no façade with Wrecker - what you get is what you see.

Also, the Batch's "wins Vs losses" board, carved into the wall is closest to Wrecker's bunk and I think he is the one who most enjoys adding to this.

Bonus:

When the Elite Squad move in, is it just me or is it brighter in there?

I can't help but wonder if -most likely- Tech did something to dim the lights so they wouldn't affect Hunter's heightened senses so much...

Now the batch have gone, the room has been stripped, tidied, and restored to default settings.

(Crap, I just made myself feel sad.)

This art work is from the official Instagram.

Over all I love the level of detail here and I love how much effort the animators put into creating this space.

I really think it showcases each Batcher's personality, foibles and quirks, how they treat this space and how they all fit l together - and they do! These men are so drastically different and you wouldn't expect them to coexist comfortably but they compliment and balance each other very well.

🖤❤️🖤

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Fourth installment of my Parody Wars Bad Batch Edition is here! Lots of struggles, plenty of Crosshair appreciation. Enjoy! ^-^