It's the fact that Tech clearly told Phee all about his brother.
It's the sad, fond smile on Crosshair's face when Omega said Tech made her memorize all the plans ("of course he did").
It's the way Tech knew exactly where to look for that mirror.
You know what we never got. Omega with her hair down.
Please excuse my poor editing skills. But I wanted to see what she would look like in the style of the show.
This is so good I was scared I had missed an episode for a sec
tech x f!jedi reader x crosshair
warnings: mentions of a nightmare and a rough past
wc:692
Auburn curls splayed out on one of your thighs. Short silver curls brushed against the other. Goggle indents around one’s eyes, and frown lines painted the other’s face. Their eyes finally closed and into rem sleep that they very much needed. Sinking into the feathery soft pillows behind you, content is the best word to describe your feelings right now. Relaxing your strained muscles from the grueling mission.
Tech’s hand gripping your smooth thigh as he slept. Crosshair had his hand splayed across your back. Both of them softy snoring as you combed your fingers through their hair. Hunter enters the room after his shower glancing over at your little trio. A warm smile on his usually stern face.
“Thank you sarad” His voice quiet as he dries his curls.
“Scrunch Hunt, remember your curls matter” you lightly scold him. “Also you don’t have to thank me” you add smiling at him then down at the boys. He laughs at your scolding but does what you say.
“You deserve to be thanked for everything you do for us. Especially them, they had it hard when we were cadets. The attention you give them makes them forget about those memories” he tells you as he sits in his bed across from you.
“I’ll always do whatever I can for them. I care too much to let anything bad happen. It may be against the code, but I will defy every rule in the code for them. For each of you” your tone is serious yet your voice is still soft.
“ I know. You know we’d never ask you something like that” Hunter assures you.
“I’d do it without any of you asking” your tone not changing from its serious nature as you looked Hunter in the eyes. He understood how much you loved and cared about the squad. You show it in everything you do. He could see you’re about to be slightly uncomfortable sleeping tonight so he grabbed another pillow from Tech’s bed placing it behind you. You mumble a thanks as you begin to doze off. Hunter kisses the top of your head before turning in himself. His final thoughts being grateful to have you not only as their general but someone who cares for them. Finally falling into a deep sleep as Wrecker’s snores became white noise in the background.
As the night goes on the two who were sleep on your lap startled awake. Deep breathing and a sheen of sweat glossed over their forehead. Seemingly from nightmares, though you slept soundly between them.
“Was it about her?” Crosshair rasped, reaching over to grab water. Tech only nodded, extending his hand out to ask for the water next. Graciously taking a drink once Crosshair handed it over. They admired your sleeping form that was sitting up only moments ago to let them sleep on your thighs. You now were laying on your side with the sheets in your grasp.
“She’s fine and we have nothing to worry about” Crosshair assures Tech reaching out to squeeze his shoulder. As if you could feel their unrest, your hands reached out gripping theirs. Your eyes open up meeting their honey colored ones.
“What’s wrong?” you question voice groggy from sleep. When they didn’t answer you knew the answer was a nightmare. “Come here” you open your arms for them. Tech lays down first, though he still hasn’t said a word. He buries his face into your chest as Crosshair lays behind you his head resting on top of yours. You push back Tech’s curls that stuck to his forehead placing a soft kiss on it. Then bring Crosshair’s hand to your lips placing a kiss on his palm.
“I’m not going anywhere as long as I have a say in what happens to me” you softly tell them both. Crosshair buries his face in your neck, Tech’s grip onto your sleep shirt tightens.
“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum” you assure them in Mando’a. They both relax, slowly letting sleep take over once more. Knowing you love them is enough for them. Especially knowing you would do anything to stay with them.
Being AroAce and having aesthetic attraction is funny sometimes. I think a lot of people are attractive but I don’t want to do anything about that information.
aesthetic attraction can be super weird sometimes
As much as I was hoping for CX-Tech, I am so relieved CX-2 wasn't him. Because CX-2 was killed. By Hunter. To paraphrase my mom, imagine if Hunter found out he killed Tech after the fact.
YES! Also, I started wishing it wasn’t him before that, still in the last episode. All the things CX-2 has done, the level of brain washing and conditioning was beyond salvation. It hurts to say, but for Tech, it was better to have died for his family than to have became such a thing.
ABIGAIL (2024) dir. Matt Bettinelli-Olpin & Tyler Gillett
Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith (7/?) - Mustafar, part 1
radio silence will be like, "is anyone gonna cover this bad bitch in blood?" and then not wait for an answer
ready or not (2019) / scream (2022) / abigail (2024)
girl typing a very specific question into google search bar, scrunching her face as she takes time to make sure she hasn't made any spelling errors, hitting enter, shaking her head as google only presents her with unhelpful websites that don't answer her query at all, moving her cursor back to the search bar and clicking on it so she can carefully write 'reddit' at the end, hitting enter again, sighing with relief as she finds a link to a reddit post asking the exact question she needed answered posted in a subreddit for a very niche topic, finally moving her cursor to click on the link, wondering why she didn't go straight to the subreddit earlier, only to be met with a deleted comment with a reply from the OP stating 'that was very helpful, thanks', sighing with frustration as she moves her cursor back to the search bar so she can copy the link and paste it into the wayback machine,
Replace "reddit" with "reveddit" in any reddit url to reveal deleted or removed comments. If the comment/post was deleted too quickly after it was posted, it may not pull it up, but it works most of the time
girl after reading a post on tumblr dot com with a reblog by user impossiblepackage, moving her cursor over to the url of the aforementioned reddit post, using her mouse to highlight the word “reddit”, typing out the word “reveddit” in its place, hitting enter, waiting with bated breath as reveddit loads, finally content as the deleted comment is displayed in front of her eyes containing the information she sought for so long.
the bad batch (pre-echo) x f!medic reader
18+ content! MDNI!
wc: 1,559
warnings: smut with little plot, unprotected piv, oral f!receiving , tech is recording of course, a little knife use from hunter, and i think that is all
Tech x gn!reader (I’m trying to learn how to write this! Let me know if it’s bad or needs fixing!)
Word Count: ~1k, ~3 pgs
TW/Summary: reader is sorta depressed/anxious and reader’s love language is touch, and they are, as the title implies, touch starved! I guess you could call it a hurt-comfort fic?
dividers by: @/saradika
Justice.
Fuck that bitch.
If I ever see any of you in public, the code is “I like your shoelaces”
that way we know we’re from tumblr without revealing anything
I’m just going to say this to strangers until i find a tumblr person
must keep reblogering!! Im going to be so suspicious if any one tells me this now!
Remember the answer is: I stole them from the president.
always reblog tumblr identification
good god this just crossed my dash in the year of our lord 2023
I LIKE YOUR SHOELACES??? IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD 2024??
Let’s take it to 4 million, folks!
almost there!
TO 4 MILLION!!!!!!!!!
THE ORIGINAL SHOELACES POST?? ON MY DASH IN 2024??
Gods bless the post. :)
(Remembering with pleasure when I got to do this last year with an auditorium full of people at Finncon in Tampere.)
Crosshair x reader (she/they pronouns; I think, I’m not very good with she/they, this is practice, please tell me if I messed it up!)
Word Count: ~1.25k, ~4 pgs
TW/Summary: reader is depressed/anxious and in need of a shoulder to cry on; no smut, just purely a hurt-comfort fic!
dividers by: @/saradika
Words: 1135
Warnings: Mild Spoilers for The Bad Batch season 3.
Wolffe paced the room a few times. He couldn’t get the idea out of his head. Rex was alive, he was fighting against the empire, and so were other clones. He hadn’t even considered it. Rex’s voice echoed in his mind. “As your brother, I'm asking you to do the right thing.”
What is the right thing? The right thing…He needed to get out, he needs to leave. He starts to look around, fearful for a second as if someone could read his mind, but there was no one else in sight. Wolffe sighed, he knew he needed to leave, but he knew he couldn’t yet, not without her. He had to find her, convince her to leave with him. If he asked, she would go…Right? He needed to know.
