#tbb ocs

[wrenkenstein]

FINALLY DONE WITH THIS STUPID PROJECT. Oh my days. Now I have no excuse to not draw her on-model anytime I do get the energy to draw hgfhdhfdg. Still deciding who I even want to translate this to 3d...

[crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf]

Actually made a reference sheet for my girl, with examples of outfits for her- but she's an heiress, she wears something different every time you see her, lol

[stars-n-spice]

Old Vs New: Baddies Batch

I decided to go ahead and redesign my OCs just for the hell of it. It's been a little over a year since debuting them and their first versions, so I thought it was about time for an update! Also, it's just nice to see how my art style has changed over the last year.

Anywho, here are their new designs and the changes I made to them!

[leenathegreengirl]

💕💜Just me and my sis, Kayden!💜💕

💕💜Tag List💜💕

@legacygirlingreen @thora-sniper @thecoffeelorian @neyswxrld @somewhere-on-kamino @clonethirstingisreal @royallykt @morerandombullshit @burningfieldof-clover @tbnrpotato @keantha @returnofthepineapple @antisocial-mariposa @techs-stitches @resistantecho @kimiheartblade @dezgate @sunshinesdaydream @rex-targaryen @freesia-writes @heidnspeak @queenjiru @commanderfury @kyda-atshushi @deezlees @justanotherdikutsimp @aknightreaderr

[maisy7567]

Here’s a cuddle pile with mine and my bestie’s @fandom3forces TBB OCs. Loved working on this!🥰

[retrospect1003]

Calling All Skeletons

The beginnings of my tbb x oc fanfiction! This is mainly a slow burn romance between Wrecker and oc, Shot. This takes place during season 1 episode 5 and will follow the show's story. I'm new to this writing fanfiction thing, so bear with me! I hope you all enjoy!

Word count: ~2.4k

Banner by: @blackseafoam

Chapter 1: Crash Landing

As the Havoc Marauder glides over Ord Mantell, a seemingly recent crash site is noticed outside of the city. The smoke danced out of the dismembered ship as the batch of clones observed from the forward cabin.

“That does not bode well for us,” Tech stated as he maneuvered to the landing site.

Hunter kept his eyes on the crashed ship, “While I doubt anyone survived that crash, we’ll stay vigilant and avoid making too much noise.”

With that said, the Marauder hovers down the landing port and securely lands. The group rehashes rules with Omega and, with a placement of their helmets, they head into the city in search of Cid.

From inside the city, a poorly disguised imperial medic stumbles out of an alleyway. Blue and green paint drips from her arms and runs down the dents and wears in the armor. Her helmeted head tilted up to the sky, a familiar ship flying overhead.

“An omicron-class assault shuttle?” The medic questioned quietly to herself as she began to assess her situation.

With a heavy disgruntled sigh, she moved forward to another alleyway to investigate the ship further. Traversing through the unknown of the city, each step taken questioned if it was going in the right direction.

“Remember the rules?” Asked an unfamiliar voice down the way.

The voice brought the medic’s feet to a halt, her eyes moving to investigate. It took no time for her to duck down behind a crate, recognizing the distinctly armored clones and observing from her place. The realization pushed through the countless questions in her mind. These were the deserter clones and child from Kamino. Wanting to solidify her thoughts, her hands typed away on her data pad and found the reports. Tucking her data pad away into a bag on her belt, the medic begins her pursuit of the assault shuttle from earlier once again. Her senses have seemingly returned to her as she searches the city’s layout and successfully finds a path to the ship port.

With some trial and error, the painted medic was gazing at the omicron-class shuttle and taking in each of its features. It was like the aura of the ship was drawing her closer to it, much different than other shuttles she’d been around. Her hand hesitated before meeting the ship’s side instinctively, her lips curling up into a small smile as her shoulders relaxed.

“I hope I’m making the right choice,” the medic whispered to herself as her hands and eyes studied the shuttle.

“We’ll be in and out of there in no time!” Wrecker exclaims with a hearty laugh.

Tech is quick to reply to Wrecker, “While the job seems to be simple, we shouldn’t assume all will go well. When does it ever?”

Hunter examines the drive Cid handed off to them as the squad makes their way back to the ship. Saving a kid and maybe some others from slavers shouldn’t be too much of a challenge for them, right? Sounds like a breeze compared to escaping the Empire. He held the chip between two of his fingers and tilted his hand out, Tech taking it away and beginning to analyze.

The entrance to the port was approaching, a sight that should be reassuring yet Hunter stops in his tracks as he brings his fist up. He noticed some colored splotches along the way  with some tracks, pointing them out to the others as he brought out his blaster. Starting to move in to watch from the entrance, there’s a single armored person who was… covered in paint?

“Who’s that?” Omega questioned.

“Not sure. Stay in the middle of us,” Hunter readied his aim on the unknown figure by the Marauder. Omega didn’t bother asking questions as she positioned herself between all her brothers with their guns ready at the aim.

Hunter moved out slowly with the batch so they all had good eyes on the target, “Drop any weapons on you.”

The medic’s body tensed at the demanding words said behind her back. Her hand found the blaster holstered on her hip and threw it to the ground before raising her hands above her head. Taking a heavy breath in and out, she turned her body slowly to the voice.

With a lighthearted sigh, the medic took a turn to speak, “I’ve been waiting to talk to you guys!”

Her hands move slowly and lift off her helmet. Her ashy brown hair is tied up in a bun, many stray hairs falling out of place messily. Her green eyes, accompanied by dark tired bags, crinkled as a smile curved her lips.

“They call me Shot,” she revealed as her gloved hand pushed back the hairs in her face, “Before you shoot me, I need some help. If you’ll hear me out.” Her brows furrowed with soft eyes.

The squad of defiant clones eyed Shot suspiciously as she moved and spoke. Shot kept her hands where they all could see them, even if her nerves were starting to tingle. Hunter eyes each of her features and gestures before lowering his weapon with a disgruntled sigh.

“You’ve got a minute to explain.”

Shot nodded as she began, “The Empire started recruiting soldiers from planetary defense forces, and I was part of the first Elite Squad as a medic. I thought the Empire was going to better the galaxy…” She struggled to find her words, “that was, until I was forced to follow unneeded violent orders. After we left Onderon and returned to Kamino, I stole a ship, I crashed it here, and I hope they think I’m dead.”

At the mention of Onderon, the brothers looked between each other. Her story seemed to make sense, and it also explained the crashed ship outside of the city. Shot shifted awkwardly where she stood, hands still raised in the air while watching them.

Omega spoke into her comm device in a whisper, “I think she’s like us.”

Wrecker was first to look at Omega and then back at the medic. From under his helmet, he was smiling eagerly. His head turned to Omega and gave her a small nod. There wasn’t much time to debate the medic’s situation as Hunter holstered his blaster, inviting the others to do the same.

“Just get on the ship. Don’t think you’re trusted yet,” Hunter glared at Shot as the hatch to the Marauder lowered.

Picking up and holstering her blaster, Shot gave Hunter an understanding nod and watched as the others loaded into the ship, “I get it. Thank you.” Shot followed behind, “Knowing some names would be pretty nice too,” she added with a cheeky smile.

Omega piped up first as she stood in front of Shot, “I’m Omega, and these are my brothers Hunter, Tech, Echo, and Wrecker,” pointing to each of her brothers.

“Brothers, you say?” Shot questioned lightly before shrugging it off, “Well, it’s nice to meet you and your brothers, Omega.”

With a nod, Omega walked off with Echo and to find her trooper toy. Shot on the other hand admired the interior of the ship as she made her way up to the front cabin. She couldn’t wrap her head around the fact a group of rogue clones managed to make a ship into a home.

“You mentioned the Empire recruiting soldiers including yourself. Was it just your squad or are there others?” Tech questioned Shot with a glance before returning back to his data pad.

Shot whipped her head around, snapping out of her thoughts of the Marauder, “Well, I don’t have an exact number.” She paused for a moment before continuing on, “I know there were many more offering their services or asked by the Empire to join the Galactic Army. I was one of the first and didn’t interact many with soldiers outside of my squad.”

Hunter thought through her words before adding to the conversation, “Why would the Empire be training people to be soldiers when they’re supplied with clones?”

“I have no clue. I thought the same thing you did when they offered to train me.” Shot leaned her back against the wall, “I understand why you all left.”

Wrecker was making an attempt to listen to the conversation, but the pang of pain in his head made it a weaker attempt. He groaned as he held his head, hunched over in his seat.

Hunter turns to his brother with a hint of concern, “You all right?”

“Yeah, yeah. It’s nothing,” Wrecker groaned as he stood and began to walk away.

Shot placed a hand on the large clone’s arm to stop him from leaving, “I can run a diagnostic and provide a remedy for the ache.” She offered to Wrecker, “I’m specifically trained in this. It wouldn’t hurt to let me give it a shot.”

Wrecker’s eyes found Shot and he once again tried to shrug it off, mostly to avoid having to sit and get stuck for a diagnostic, “No, really. I’m fine-”

“Please. It’s the least I can do,” Shot nearly pleaded to Wrecker, “We can skip the in depth diagnostic if that’ll convince you.”

There was a brief pause between the two before Wrecker let out a deep sigh, “Fine, but just this once.”

“Fine, just this once,” Shot assured with a grin as she moved her arm for Wrecker to walk to the back of the Marauder.

Slumping into one of the swivel chairs, Wrecker released a mild groan with a hand on his head. The sharp stabbing pain followed with throbs was too much to handle, even for a person of his strength and stature. Shot took her seat across from Wrecker, setting her data pad and backpack to the side. A few bacta patches were pulled out along with different bottled  liquids and pastes before she stood up.

“I’m going to do a quick examination to try and determine what kind of headache you have,” Shot explained gently as she placed a hand over the one on his head, “Will you let me do that?”

Wrecker had his eyes closed tightly as she spoke, up until he felt her touch. His eyes slowly peaked open to look at Shot as he moved his hand from his head hesitantly. Shot shared a soft smile before looking for any bruising and coming up short.

“This might be silly to ask,” she started with a hum, “but have you hit your head at all recently? Multiple times?”

Wrecker let out a gruff chuckle, “I hit my head all the time! Nothin’ I can’t take!” He claimed with confidence, a grimace and groan following after his words.

Shot rolled her eyes at his words as she brought out her flashlight, “Ah, right. The big tough guys don’t get hurt,” she chuckled.

“Hey! I didn’t say I didn’t get hurt, I said I can take it!”

“Yeah, yeah. Now, tilt your head up,” the medic bantered as her hand slid down his head to his chin. Her fingers beckoned him to turn his face up towards her, Wrecker complying as his eyes met hers. The touch was demanding, yet felt soft and caring, even through a glove. A warmth ran through his body and appeared faintly on his cheeks. The stare they shared was short-lived as Shot turns on her flashlight and dims it, “I’m going to flash this light into your eyes. I’m testing for light sensitivity and to be sure your eyes…”

She paused as she looked back into his eyes, focusing specifically on the left one. This then led to Shot grabbing his chin and turning his face away to get a better look at his scar. Shot managed to successfully snap Wrecker from his thoughts as he raised an eyebrow, “Uh, what’re ya doin’?”

Tilting her wrist, she brings Wrecker’s face back towards her, “Can you see from your left eye at all?”

Wrecker closed his right eye, forming a wink, “Not much. Everything’s blurry and looks like shadows.”

“Noted,” She brought the flashlight up and beamed it into his left eye, noticing little to no dilation from his pupil, “Open the other eye.”

Following her instruction, Wrecker opened his eye to be met with a light, “Agh!” He was quick to shut his eye tight, batting away the hand holding the flashlight, “What was that for?!”

“I warned you!” Shot turned the flashlight off, turning to the items she set out. Examining a bottle, she grinned, “To make up for it, I have a drink for you that’ll ease your headache.”

“Like medicine?”

“No, like tea. This isn’t anything the Empire or the Republic would’ve given you.”

Shot unscrewed the lid of the bottle and offered it to Wrecker, “It works best if you drink it slowly over the next twenty or so minutes.” Wrecker eyed the bottle, not sure if he should accept, but his headache urged him differently. He takes the bottle, bringing it to his lips and tilting it back. A silky sweet flavor danced on his tongue before he swallowed, his eyes widening and lips parting to reveal a toothy grin.

“Where’d ya learn to make this? It’s great!” Wrecker complimented as he went for another sip.

The medic sat back in the seat across from Wrecker with a short laugh, “I’m self-taught. Used to play around with herbs and stuff. I’m glad you like it.”

“You need to make more of it!” Wrecker started to take longer drinks, her instructions and his headache leaving his mind.

Shot shook her head with a shy smile, “Maybe I will.”

The two shared identical looks with one another before feeling the ship turn to land. They both stood up to get ready to go, bumping into each other before trying to awkwardly move out of the way. Shot gave up and sat back down to gather her things, “My bad, you go ahead. I’ll catch up.”

Wrecker lifted his helmet, placing it on, “Nah, uh, don’t worry about it.” The words struggled in his mouth as he walked away to leave the ship. The medic muffled a chuckle before swinging her bag over her shoulders, following after Wrecker with her helmet.

Notes: Well, that's the first chapter! Kind of a rough start, but I'm hoping to improve as I go. Thanks for reading! (Also should I upload this to AO3?)

[teesy738]

A couple scenes from chapter 12 of my fanfic: My Only Sunshine!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62419963/chapters/165805816

[talesfrommedinastation]

“Let us go back to the original plan upon receiving the half-clone hybrid specimen–destroy it, as soon as you can,” said Tarkin, coldly, “Make sure that nothing remains. A simple bolt shot to the back of the head, and then thrown into a furnace.” 

“That will be done, governor, as soon as we inform the Emperor of our progress,” replied Hemlock smoothly, cracking his knuckles. 

'A Saint's Fire: Part 2', To Guard Against Titans

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Pictured above is CX-2 and Meg in the next chapter.

It's early, but dang it, I just couldn't say NO to a angry, exhausted, po'd Papa Bear brainwashed clone trooper and his daughter that's not his real daughter as he wields a gun to protect her from imperial fools.

Why am I drinking it's not even 5 pm on a Wednesday

Any diddly hoo, we are getting unhinged here near the end.

Dehumanizing clones/Belters and their families? Check.

Dark Trooper Phase 0? Check.

Tarkin and Hemlock acting like Eichmann and Mengele in space? Check.

Endless body horror because Dr. Meat Muffin rediscovered her love of the Aliens franchise? Check.

I promised To Guard Against Titans would be a lot more gruesome and scarier then Far Past the Ring, and I hope I'm delivering.

[happydragon]

Useful Skill

Phee and Crosshair come to an understanding

Ao3

Rating: G

Word Count: 960

Hope y'all enjoy!!

@summer-of-bad-batch

Phee lisented as Crosshair cursed and struggled through his task. He didn’t know she was there since he probably would have snarked at her to leave if he did. She hadn’t even meant to sneak up on him in the first place, but then she heard a cursed shout which scared a poor moon-yo. When she went to find out the source, she discovered a very frustrated sniper as he struggled with his prosthetic hand. He seemed to be trying to do some maintenance on it but wasn’t making much progress. After a few more curses and a handful of groans, she decided enough was enough.

“Need a hand?” she asked as she approached closer. 

He briefly lifted his eyes, not surprised she was standing there. He tinkered a bit more before he finally gave up and threw the tool to the ground. 

“Be my guest,” he hissed as he turned away but held his hand out for her. She raised a skeptical brow but picked up the tool and sat a respectable distance from the sulking man. Both for his comfort and her safety. Can never be too sure if someone bites when aggravated. 

“What seems to be the problem?” She asked as she took his hand to inspect it. When he remained quiet, she glanced up with an expectant look and found him still turned away from her. 

“Listen, as much as I understand you don’t like me, I can’t fix a problem if I don’t know what it is.”

He finally turned to her with an annoyed frown but finally spoke, “Blasted thing won’t respond when I try to do anything. I pick something up only to end up dropping it two minutes later.”

She hummed as she turned back to the offensive item in question. With a slight press of her finger, she opened the compartment that hid all the wiring. She inspected the wiring, carefully using the tool to push aside the wiring so she wouldn’t accidentally cause him pain. 

As she worked, she could feel Crosshair’s eyes watching her every move. It wasn’t so much annoying as it was curious. He usually kept their interactions to a minimum. Hunter assured he was like that with everyone when he first met them and to be fair to Crosshair she has enjoyed getting under his skin just a little too much. He reminded her of Tech, although she used a different method to get under his skin. She sometimes made it a game to see how red she could get his cheeks in the shortest amount of time. Although the things he could say, she could swear made her heart stop. 

With one final click, she finished and handed the tool back to him.

“Should work smoothly now,” she announced as she stood back up and dusted herself. She watched as he flexed his trembling fingers, testing the movements. After a moment he nodded, so she turned to take her leave. 

“I don’t hate you, you know?” he said, causing her to turn back. He now stood, massaging the back of his prosthetic hand as he stared at the ground. 

“Yeah, I know. I also know I don’t make it the easiest for you.”

“Yeah, well I suppose I could be less cruel.”

She hummed but said nothing. Guess they were both at fault. 

“Where did you learn how to do that anyway?” he asked, “You don’t seem-”

“Like the smart type?”

“Your words, not mine.”

She gave a small laugh with a shake of her head. 

“Learned from Brown Eyes.” Crosshair paused in mistrations. “He said it could be used for more than just prosthetics. Like when I need to repair Mel.”

Now it was Crosshair’s turn to hum. She almost decided to turn back but then he spoke up again. 

“What,” a pause, “what was he to you?” 

That took her by surprise. She figured he had been filled in on their relationship by the others or at least had an idea of it. Maybe he wanted a better understanding. 

“Well I’d say we’re what you hope to be with Jana,” she said, unable to resist the chance to tease him. It worked, with his mouth immediately turning into a scowl as his cheeks darkened, if only slightly. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You’re a bad liar, you know that right? Most of you are. Funny how the sweetest one of all of you is the best liar.”

That made him actually bark a short laugh, which in turn made her smile. He deserved a good laugh. He and his siblings. If there was one thing she enjoyed more than teasing Tech, it was making him laugh. He had a great laugh. Not too bad of a smile either. She missed that smile. So kriffing much.

“To answer your question,” she began as she looked down, “We never had a chance to define what we were.” 

Crosshair nodded and didn’t press further. It felt strange to talk about it. Shep, Hunter, and Wrecker never asked, but Shep wasn’t a pushy person and the latter two had more pressing matters. It sort of felt nice to let out in the open. While it hurt, it made it real. Whatever they were, it was real. 

“Thanks again for the hand,” he interrupted her thoughts.

“Yeah, well, you know where to find me if you need me.”

“Right, I’ll be sure to look for where there's buried treasure.”

“Oh he’s got jokes now,” she laughed, not the slightest bit upset. 

“I’m full of surprises.”

With that, he wandered off, leaving Phee with her thoughts once more. As she watched him go, she secretly hoped that Crosshair and Jana would have the chance she never did.

I like to think it took a bit before Phee and Crosshair got along, but now that they've teamed up, pray for Hunter's sanity lol

[moonstrider9904]

Sarah Adhara of Jedha

Known by different names - Sarah, Ace, Strider - Sarah Adhara is a Force user who was born, raised, and trained on Jedha. Her great ability and strength in the Force manifests on her body in the shape of sapphire blue marks crowning her striking eyes, which have been described by many as resembling nebulae. She participated as a soldier in the GAR during most of the Clone War until the death of the ARC trooper known as Fives. Devastated by his death, Sarah ran away and became a pirate of the Ohnaka gang until Captain Rex contacted her with the possibility of her best friend, Echo, being alive after being thought dead.

Since Echo's rescue, Sarah has been a part of Clone Force 99, and since then, her heart has belonged to the team's sniper, Crosshair.

Read Sarah's full backstory here | Read Moonwalker, the complete (and ongoing) story of Sarah with The Bad Batch

A brief playlist for Sarah

FALLING by arael

Aurora by K-391

Walking On The Moon by Ruelle

End of Time by K-391

Dreams by Lost Sky

Strider by MEMBA

Art by me.

[crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf]

Diamond Dolls Photo Booth Shenanigans

Three burlesque dancers walk into a Clone Bar

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As the trio depart the small booth Tah'nyem reaches for their strip of holos:

T: Hey! Where's our flimsi?

K: Did someone take it?

J: Oh someone definitely took it.

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I'm sure Tumblr has compressed this to all hell, lol

Frame by the lovely @wings-and-beskargam You can find it here!

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GGN Tag List

@ghostymarni @lonewolflupe @wings-and-beskargam @eclec-tech @eobe @foxwithadarkside @fiveminutetrash @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf @feral-ferrule @ladylucksrogue @nika6q @skellymom @vimse @gargothnightzine @sunshinesdaydream @noblelightfighter @returnofthepineapple @freesia-writes @covert1ntrovert @vikushat @nocturius8015ficore @mamuzzy @risavulpes @niobiumao3 @sazzujazzu @blackseafoam @thora-sniper @gars-weaponeer @leenathegreengirl @vodika-vibes @headphones-ct-09978 @thecoffeelorian @bad4amficideas

[stars-n-spice]

OC Character Inspirations:

A while back, there was this trend going around in where people talked about six characters or so that inspired their OCs and I always wanted to take a crack at it.

Finally got the chance to do so AND I also decided to redesign/make slight changes to the original designs of the Baddies Batch!

So here are my OCs and the six characters that I've drawn from for inspiration when developing the characters 🩵💫

I had so much fun making these little sheets (Canva my beloved) and coming up with redesigns for the Baddies.

I'll talk about what I took from each character to apply to my OC in separate posts, so if you'd like to be tagged for those, let me know! But I think if you know anything about these guys, you might be able to pick apart what I took from other characters to apply to my OCs. :P

And shoutout to anyone who recognizes a handful of these characters (or all of them) you are amazing! 🩵

[stardume]

Last line challenge!!

also omg i just found out i can make that purple!!!

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like.)

thank youu @stars-n-spice for the tag your little piece was so sweet and funny

Soo I wrote this last night when I was like keeled over in pain cause I was not doing good but its Zay (my oc) essentially almost dying of hypothermia!!

The incessant beeping of Nav’s datapad was starting to become even more annoying than it already was. The cold of the open door was suddenly so much more brutal than it had been before.

Everything felt like it was spinning, or as if it wasn’t. Every noise was suddenly so much louder, but so much quieter and distant.

She could hear the breathing of those around her, as if it was her own - was it her own? Maybe. Not sure.

Her whole body felt numb. As if she was just a vessel, floating around aimlessly, mindlessly, carelessly. Nothing else. Though pain was constantly dragging her back to consciousness. The constant pain at the back of her left ankle, the muscle she must’ve pulled in her elbow, the throbbing that continuously attacked at her head.

Everything was so real. She was there. But she wasn’t. She was constantly being passed around through consciousness. Hearing, feeling, seeing. Though not.

that’s literally what fainting feels like from my perspective it’s very odd

ive literally just found that i can colour these letters my life is officially complete i can die happy

No pressure tags: @zahmaddog @w3rd0-artist @slamophile @echos-lefthand plus anyone else who wants to join

dude i know literally like 2-3 people on this app its embarrassing

[locitawritingsblog]

TBB Modern AU One-Shots - Chapter 3 - Locitawritings_blog1 - Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon) [Archive of Our Own]

TBB Modern AU One-Shots - Chapter 3 - Locitawritings_blog1 - Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon) [Archive of Our Own] https://share.google/w4JDX7jc7fmzyIvdE

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As you guys wanted/voted, here's my TBB modern AU collection I've been writing so far. There are three different TBB modern AU versions. Hope you guys like reading this one.

SW TBB Taglist : @photogirl894 , @commander-tech , @queen-daya , @genericficerblog , @kanerallels , @ambulance-mom , @catcucumber-salad , @aesira-of-orion , @thebadbatch2022 , @charliezzzz , @dreamsight73 , @twinsunstars , @accidental-spice

[retrospect1003]

OC Commission: Doc! (Shoutout to @leenabb104104)

Ignoring that I literally lied about having that next chapter out soon, I recently commissioned a lovely artist for some art of my OC Doc in Calling All Skeletons! Here she is!

AAAAA I LOVE MY GIRL SO MUCH!!!! GO GIVE @leenabb104104 ALL THE LOVE! SHE IS AMAZING!!!

[teesy738]

Happy Pride!

I wanted to make little chibis of my OCs holding their respective Pride flags. I'm hoping to make more of them later, along with the Batch with my headcanons for what flags they'd fly.

Bris'ka is a demi-lesbian, Al'lo is a gay trans guy, and Peete is aroace (he has so many arms that I had to give him the aromantic and asexual flags separately as well)