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Some drawings from twitter I never posted here 

good luck kiss :]

Is he alive? I dunno, probably not. But Ykw he deserves to not die a virgin

It’s ok guys, season three opens with Omega and Crosshair being rescued and the Batch finding out that Tech survived, trust me I spoke to Mr. Star Wars in person

😚 

You know how I know Tech is still alive? Because the bullet hole isn't aimed at him when he falls. In fact, it misses him completely, or grazes his hand a little. Filoni would totally line up the bullet hole on the glass to Tech's head or heart if he was really dead. He loves details. But he did this on purpose.

Cue Wrecker teasing him for the rest of eternity 

Pt 2/2: Hunter Smiling in The Bad Batch

gif 1 ~ Cornered (s1.e4)

gif 2 ~ Decommissioned (s1.e6)

gif 3 ~ Battle Scars (s1.e7)

gif 4 ~ Bounty Lost (s1.e9)

gifs 5/6 ~ Common Ground (s1.e10)

gifs 7/8 ~ Infested (s1.e13)

gif 9 ~ Return to Kamino (s1.e15)

gif 10 ~ Kamino Lost (s1.e16)

I know these aren’t ALL of Hunter’s smiles throughout the series, truth be told I had to cut about 10 so I tried to throw in some possibly lesser noticed smiles/some of my personal favorites!

please feel free to use and repost these for anything you like, no credit is necessary. The only reason I put a watermark is so that I can prove I made them and am not stealing from other creators, and also so I can see if they ever end up circulating!

tech is a serotonin machine & this was so fun to edit

I’m so sorry

tech simps get yalls food

stereo soldier tech edit is up!! TECH STANS C’MERE

for all my hunter hoes, tech tarts, crosshair slags, wrecker whores and echo sluts

i mean what

One week of being miserable

I’m… gonna go back to my room and cry 💔

Tech x You in this moment

[random AU fluff to go with this picture; established relationship]

He leaves the table momentarily, retreating ALONE (haha) to the balcony. The verdant flowers waft a beautiful fragrance that somehow compliments all the amazing scents and flavors of the food, making it all a luxurious treat to the senses. He pauses, considering the flowers and then the vast expanse of water before him, watching the golden sun sinking low in the sky. The horizon is splashed with rich hues of orange and yellow, and the blue of twilight is creeping in at the edges.

You notice him alone, and slip out of your seat to join him, walking up behind him loudly to alert him of your presence, then snaking your arms around his waist, nestling them snugly underneath his armor vest. He tilts a head over his shoulder, confirming your identity, and a small smile creeps across his lips. He returns his gaze to the sunset as you perch your head over his shoulder, snuggling your body against his back, and he leans to rest his head on yours.

He sighs quietly, and you catch a whiff of his scent: fresh soap and a slight musk, clean and crisp, mixed with the intoxicating florals sweetening the air all around. You lean your head more into the warmth of his neck before deciding a moment this beautiful needs a little bit more.

You loosen your arms, moving to stand at the railing next to him, and he shifts slightly to position himself a little behind you now, wrapping one arm around your waist and pulling you in close against his side and chest. You tip your face up to his, smiling as you realize you're more enthralled with the reflection of the sun in his honey brown eyes than the stunning vista before you. He notices your stare, eyes dropping to meet your gaze, and he leans forward to rest his forehead against yours, eyes closing for a moment. Both arms tighten around you now, and the cool sea breeze provides a quick refreshment from the cozy warmth between you. A few strands of your hair blow across your faces.

He pulls back, catching your attention, and tenderly brushes the hair from your face with feather-light fingertips that move from your forehead across to your ear, tucking the strands behind it and moving down to rest on your cheek. Fingers gently fold on the underside of your jaw while he gently traces his thumb across your cheek, eyes thoroughly fixed on you now.

You can't resist, lifting up on your tiptoes a little to bring your lips to his, which part slightly as you lean in. They meet with an unfathomable gentleness, linger for a moment, and then you pull back, cupping his face with both hands. He places one more kiss on the tip of your nose, earning a giddy little grin from you, and then you snuggle up once more, facing the sunset, not a word to be said.

Is he alive? I dunno, probably not. But Ykw he deserves to not die a virgin

Mr and Ms Browneyes ☕ - IG - Phee shirt pattern made by @lornaka

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