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immortality | clare harner, 1943

i will just continue to draw theories on how he survived until we get season 3 and we get to see how he actually survived… bc he did survive

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Chapter 4 of Blood and Breath is finally finished!

I absolutely did not mean to take this long to write it, but work and life happens and then I lost the voice and found the voice and maybe lost it again, and now here we are and I hope I've found it.

Read on A03: Drowning

Preview below:

Wrecker runs.

And he leaps and he pulls. He crawls and he yells, and he drags.

His pace is lagging.

The line is taunt.

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Wrecker runs, datarod clenched securely in his hand.

It’s a mild planet, all things considered. Not too cold, not too hot, the ground firm, no mud.

Still, Hunter trips as he follows, as he almost reaches the tree line, his foot catching, his arms too slow. He crashes to the ground hard.

He stays down.

Get up, Wrecker’s pulse thunders in his ears, skidding to a stop.

He shifts his weight to turn and run back to the fight and his brother. He only makes it a step before Hunter finally lurches to his feet stumbling into the cover of the trees.

Wrecker appreciates the easy terrain.

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Wrecker leaps, Hunter a step behind.

He feels the ground meet his feet, pushes his momentum forward, he clears the distance. He hears the crack of amor against metal. His pulse is too loud to hear the gasping of breath behind him as Hunter dangles on the edge of the platform.

Get up.

Hunter hangs.

The line is taunt.

“Come on, get up!” Wrecker calls as he ducks down from a spray of blasterfire. He returns it in a monophonic rhythm before leaning down to grasp Hunter’s hand.

Wrecker pulls and Hunter comes with.

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Wrecker crawls through the mud.

It’s heavy against him, on his limbs, in his armor. A weight that would be suffocating if he hadn’t trained for it, if it weren’t lighter than his grief.

“They’re not droids anymore, you’d think they’d pick a nicer place,” Hunter grumbles ahead of him, bright paint darkened by the mud. He’s a shadow, a ghost in the corner of Wrecker’s vision and it takes work to keep him in sight as they crawl under the perimeter sensors.

It is an easy operation in. Out is not.

“Hunter!” Wrecker calls, skidding in the mud, a shot misses his helmet and his comms fizzle in response. He’s lost him in the night as the shots fire, a lazy pattern because they know they have the upper hand.

And they do, they’re communicating it quite clearly as another shot nearly misses his head, splashing into the mud beside him.

“Hunter!” Wrecker whispers, tucked down behind the cover of a rock, eyes flickering around, searching for a hint of that familiar skull in the dark.  He was right behind him.

“I’m here.” He hears but still can’t see.

“I’m coming.” Follows the first declaration, as Wrecker squints, the bright blaster fire lighting up the ridge for a moment allowing him to see Hunter’s dark silhouette, crouched and running toward him.

In a flash, it’s gone, he’s gone, back in the dark.

Again, Wrecker returns fire, his blue stun bolts moving slower than the stormtrooper’s live fire, but they provide enough light for Wrecker to see Hunter’s progress, a little bit closer, almost there, when a red bolt grazes Hunter’s side.

It’s dark again before Wrecker can see him stumble or fall.

“Hunter!” He hisses out into the comm, the static of the open line the only answer before the next volley of shots lights up the path, Hunter’s prone form splayed out in the mud.

“Get up.” Wrecker whispers, a plea, softer than the static.

Not again.

“Get up.” Wrecker growls, eyes straining for any movement.

Not now.

“Get up!” Wrecker roars, as he stands from his makeshift cover to make a run for Hunter.

Not here.

“GET UP!” Wrecker yells at his unconscious brother before he finally finds him, dragging him back to the ship.

He can’t do this.

Not alone.

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Summer of Bad Batch 2025

@summer-of-bad-batch

Week #3

Main Prompt: “Give me your hand.”

Alternate Prompt: Brothers

Bonus Prompt #3: Pabu Culture

@lonewolflupe @eclec-tech @eobe @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf

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more of the Bad Batch but *cooler*

Tech and Echo

Hunter

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Not new art- but I've been meaning to post lesbian Techphee and it's pride month

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Omega rating the snuggle comfort of the batch during bedtime

Written in her POV

Hunter- 3.5/5

Wakes up super easily

Hard to match breathing with

Bonus point for trying his best not to disturb me

Wrecker- 5/5

Big, but I don’t have to worry about falling since he holds me in place

Spreads out, I have lots of nooks to curl into

Super warm

Lula

Perfect, first choice

Echo- 4/5

Perfect size feel

Lack of legs leaves me good ventilation

Skin texture is unique—in a good way

Twitches more than the others

Overall, nearly perfect

Crosshair- 3/5

Once he falls asleep in his bed he is out for the night

Sometimes I wonder if he’s dead

Pretends he doesn’t like it, but I broke Hunter and will break him too

Not bad

Tech- 1/5

Hardest part is finding him in a comfortable position

Moves around way too much

Stays up super late

Bonus point because he tries not to move around as much when I’m comfortable, and he goes to sleep earlier for me

Phee suggested I put my entire body weight on his chest/torso, but I think I’m too small and don’t weigh enough.

Batcher- 1/5?

Good girl deserves a pity point

She’s great to nap with during the day

But at night she does not stop licking her paws. Ever.

Hunter doesn’t like her being on the bed anyway

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This was inspired by Izutsumi from Delicious in Dungeon who rated snoozing with her party members. I thought it was very cute and wanted to do the same with Omega and her brothers.

+bonus that didn’t make the cut

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Dominoes fall, but no one ever tells you what happens to the last one. Lyrics from: Wait for Me - Hadestown (2:47-3:11) ...with a little lyric change at the end. Beep beep, emotional damage truck coming through! Also this is the result of my WIP featured on my Last Line Challenge.

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I like how the five adult batchers have such different up-close fighting styles. Because you’ve got:

1. Hunter, who flips around like a gymnast and is very much a fast, technical, close-quarters fighter. He’s not a brawler—there’s a finesse to the way he moves.

2. Wrecker, who’s incredibly strong but also faster and more finessed than I think people give him credit for (see the moment in “Battle Scars” where he slaps the blaster out of Rex’s hand). He’s probably second in technical skill next to Hunter, though where Hunter is very good in a one-on-one, Wrecker is better at fighting a group—partly because he has a habit of grabbing one person in the group he’s fighting and using them as a weapon to take out the rest.

3. Tech, who can more than hold his own in a fight, if it’s a real fight he wants to win (see the slightly funny but ineffective running punch from the food fight in “Aftermath” where he probably didn’t actually want to hurt anyone vs the fight behind the tree in “Spoils of War,” which he wins with a broken leg and the other clone pinning him down), but doesn’t have nearly the same finesse or technical skill as either Hunter or Wrecker. He’s mostly just overwhelmingly strong and does a lot of kicking and fighting dirty until he manages to beat an opponent down.

4. Crosshair, who can win a fight if and only if he turns his thinking brain off, but needs there to be a child whose life is literally depending on him winning in order to do so. Otherwise he crumbles like a napkin. He was made to shoot things from far away. This man cannot throw a punch to save his life. Literally. We see him need to do so several times and he just dangles. (I still think about that fight at the end of “Return to Kamino,” where Hunter is very casually keeping Crosshair from killing him and also trying to keep Crosshair out of the line of fire while Crosshair looks like he’s fighting for his life. I know the idea that Crosshair protected Tech from bullies when they were kids is a common headcanon, but I honestly think it was the other way around. Crosshair would get targeted—or would run his mouth—and then Wrecker, Hunter, or Tech would protect him.)

5. Echo, who’s just Mission Impossibling his way through life because he’s an ARC. He’s incredibly creative in how he goes about things.

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On the eve of Mother’s Day I draw brothers 🤷

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the way Bix and Cassian's relationship contrasts against Dedra and Syril just makes me crazy.

Bix and Cassian's relationship is built on this foundation of knowing and understanding one another so deeply, it's about trust and constantly opening themselves up to one another, doing everything they can to look out for one another, and taking accountability for their actions. Despite knowing each other their whole lives their relationship was constantly evolving as each one grew in order to be better for the other person. I love how comfortable and familiar they are with one another. The hand touching that came from their cultural childhood dance. Every touch and kiss is met by leaning into it, sometimes before they can even see it. Every moment of emotional and physical intimacy is displayed as them meeting one another.

Meanwhile Syril and Dedra, over the three years that we've seen them together, their relationship is completely stagnant. After three years nothing in their dynamic changes, they are still just as stiff and awkward with one another as the first time we see them together. Three years later and their kisses are still forced and sterile. Syril has to lean down to kiss Dedra, Dedra has to grab Syril's face. Their entire dynamic is about power and control over one another. Dedra thrives in controlling Syril, and Syril (to a point) loves being submissive to the Empire because he sees Dedra as an extension of the Empire. Every time we see him not being okay with this is when it crosses the line of threatening his own agency and masculinity. When his mom teases him too much, when the Empire searches his office without his knowledge, when Dedra holds back too much information. Their relationship started with Syril grabbing her arm and holding her against her will, it continued with her constantly exerting her authority over him, and it ended with him nearly choking her to death.

Syril left Dedra (partially bc he didn't like the Empire's actions) but mostly because Dedra didn't see the best in Syril. She thought little of him in the end, she saw a puppet. Bix leaves Cassian because she wanted the best to be brought out in him, she saw the full beauty of his potential as a leader in the Rebellion. His care, his kindness, how relentless he was when he was in the fight. It broke her heart but she left BECAUSE she loved him that much so that he could become that figure of hope.

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New Fic! Quietly

Summary: In a mission gone wrong, Crosshair stays with Hunter through the worst of it, bringing him back to his brothers. Words: 2,400 Warnings: Unreliable Narrator, Canon Typical Violence

Link: Here

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Hunter runs, a well worn path toward home, to family, to a promise.

He runs past the debris shooting up from the ground beside him, shot after shot finding their own way home a moment too late to find his.

He runs toward the marketplace because droids don’t shoot civilians, and he would like to not get shot.

And he slows as he weaves through the crowds, building a case for his personhood as his civvies allow him to blend. And while Hunter is never lost, right now he can only follow the call of home, stumbling toward the four familiar rhythms that sit in an alleyway within three durasteel containers.

The journey in had been long, still, stagnant and he’s sure the journey back will be the same, trapped inside the tight dark space.

He kicks the first one, his boot creating a dull ring, “Hey!” Wrecker’s voice cracks on the syllable as he draws it out.

“Be quiet or they’ll catch you.” Hunter hisses back before the world tilts suddenly and he scrambles for the wall to stay standing.

“You do not have to kick us, both Echo and I are here with the data.” Tech answers, his voice muffled slightly, before Hunter can lift his foot, which is good, because suddenly, it’s too heavy, rooted to the ground.

He stares at it blankly for a moment, before the thud of actually heavy footfalls approach and Hunter is launched into action by instinct once again.

He’ll call it a step, afterward, to the last container, and he’ll tell Crosshair the thud of his body connecting with the edge is to scare him, but Crosshair beats him to it, “You scared of the dark?”

“Check over there!” A whiny metallic voice calls and Hunter no longer has the luxury of time, as if he ever did, and so he climbs, or falls, into the container onto his back, half on Crosshair and the other half of his body connecting with the cool metal bottom.

He lays there for a moment, as Crosshair seals them in, breathing heavy and hard from his run, as a strange thought, a scary sensation, starts to grow into something he’s not quite ready to look at.

Which is fine because its dark and he can’t see much but he can feel Crosshair beneath him, one arm trapped, the other idly laying on top, their shoulders overlapping. He can hear Wrecker’s steady heart. The whir of Echo’s cybernetics, and the easy breathing of Tech beside him. And that’s enough for now, because his brothers are here, they made it out, data successfully stolen.

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Okay so this post got my brain rattling and I couldn't stop thinking about it for a week, and now it might have morphed into something slightly different, but may I humbly offer some Hunter Whump in the form of needing to stay quiet: Quietly

I’m thinking about Whump. Specifically, I am thinking about restrained Whumpee, going insane from, not the beatings or like any of the physical Whump that Whumper may put them through, but from something small like an itch at the bottom of their foot or the palm of their hand, or like, that weird fuzzy, static-y feeling when your foot falls asleep, and they can’t DO anything because, well, restrained.

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Chapter 3 of Blood and Breathe is posted

Chapter 3: Wait

Summary: “There is no time Wrecker.” Preview:

Every hour on the hour, the medics come. They move Hunter, turning him, stretching, suctioning his lungs so even in sleep, there is no rest.

It’s like clockwork, a pulsing beat built into the day as they come and go, perform their choreographed dance.

Wrecker builds his own rhythm out of time with the medics.

If Tech were here, he’d be impressed with how long it takes him to grow bored, he’d be even more impressed with how much longer it takes him to get up and pace and how quickly he makes himself sit down, take Hunter’s hand and wait again.

Get up again, pace again and sit again.

And that’s how Shep finds him, in the early afternoon of the first rotation, at the edge of Hunter’s bed, watching and waiting and restless.

Wrecker hears him before he sees him, eyes never leaving the steady rise and fall of Hunter’s chest. The murmur of voices interrupting the quiet hush of the medcenter and he hears the pause as they direct him toward their little room, the private one they got moved to after Hunter woke up.

And then he waits for Shep’s footsteps to approach and stop behind him just as he waits for the time to pass and for Hunter to wake and for Echo to call and for Omega to be found, because he’s not searching, he’s just waiting right now, and it’s about as useful as searching when there is nothing to find.

So, when Shep breaks the silence, Wrecker expects it, he doesn’t startle and he doesn’t look away from Hunter as he speaks, “How’re you holding up?” Shep asks, his voice a mix of light and neutral.

Wrecker just shrugs, unsure how to voice the weight on his chest and the restlessness of his body, but Shep seems to know, seems to have seen this scene play out before, whether with other soldiers or with new arrivals, Wrecker doesn’t know, he hasn’t asked and now it’s too late for that, even though he’s wearing his clothes and staying on his island.

Instead, Wrecker lets Hunter fills the silence, something neither one of them needed to do with Tech around, the steady beep of his heart monitor and the near silent rush of air in his oxygen mask filling his lungs before Shep continues, hand clasped on Wrecker’s shoulder.

“Why don’t you go take a walk, go outside for a bit and I’ll stay with Hunter,” he offers, another question that’s an order and Wrecker doesn’t have it in him to resist.

He plans to just walk, to wander in the way a soldier doesn’t, in the way he was learning in those short months on Pabu, and so even as his mind does, his feet don’t, they take him home.

He’s been back to the Marauder a few times, to attempt to comm Echo, to get Hunter’s file. He knows what he’ll find when he opens the ramp, and he knows why his feet bring him here. It isn’t a surprise. So, he makes his way to the storage locker and pulls out the cleaning supplies kept new from disuse before turning to Tech’s bunk, facing it.  

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Hello! I don't really post about it on this blog, I mostly lurk with the Stargate stuff, but I also recently finished watching SG-1, Stargate Atlantis and Stargate Universe for the first time and now there is a chevron shaped void in my life as well.

I finished watching SG-1 this month and boy, I really haven't enjoyed a piece of media this much in a very long time.

I don't know any fans IRL (so naturally, decided to indulge by setting up a little blog for a while instead)

If any SG-1 fans are reading this - hello!

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Tech. ⚡️💀⚡️

Got the inspo from Sana. Kinda figured

he mostly yells this phrase at Wrecker.

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Echo's a sleeptalker

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The way the snow vulture is vicious, a harbinger of death, but also simultaneously represents survival, freedom, and inevitability, and the way it follows Crosshair all way through the episode and circles him and Mayday as he reaches his breaking point and begins internalize the futility of being a clone in the service of the empire and then is directly identified with him in the moment he takes back his agency…just…thinking about that snow vulture.