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I had this idea of a Moulin Rouge inspired fic a few days ago. This is all I’ve got right now, it’s definitely a wip, but I just had to share it. Its not proof or beta read, if anyones interested in doing that lmk. I’ll definitely end up crossposting this to ao3 eventually but for now here it is

“I am here father, you know how unpredictable things at the hall can be leading up to a production like this.” A gentle and almost melodic voice responded as a young woman swept into the room. Echo’s heart jumped in his chest as he took in the sight of the newcomer, she was undeniably beautiful. She was rather tall for a Kessonian woman, and the elegant velvet gown she wore was held up by her broad shoulders. Echo thought in the depths of his own mind that the lilac color complimented her copper hair that fell in gentle curls around her decollete. The gentle slope of the neckline emphasized her…

“Get a hold of yourself, you are an ARC trooper and your mission is to protect her.” Echo mentally chided himself, a flush creeping up his neck as he intentionally stared at a random spot on the wall across the room. Beside him Hunter glanced over his shoulder and shot his brother a look that said “You're about as subtle as a raging rancor.” The woman’s voice brought Echo completely back to the present, as the embarrassment of being caught by his hyper-aware brother caused the flush to rise all the way to the tips of his ears.

“I believe that these are the men who are to be tasked with babysitting me for the foreseeable future, is that correct father?” She asked, a tense edge to her voice.

“We have had this conversation before, Odessa, they are for your protection and you need to have at least one of them with you at all times.” Laith said, his earlier annoyance turning quickly to exasperation.

“Excuse me, but I need to go and prepare for my final fitting for the banquet gown and also the opening of the opera father.” She said contritely moving to stand in front of Hunter and Echo. Odessa turned and looked at the clones in front of her. She hadn’t seen any in person during the war due to the isolated nature of her upbringing. Within the depths of her own mind she noted that they all had similar handsome features. There was one among them who immediately caught her eye. The one on the left end stood up straight and tall with his sharp cheekbones and strong jaw set in determination. As Odessa let her gaze wash over him again, she took note of his slightly paler skin as well as the neural implant wrapping around the back of his head.

“Before you go Odessa, please take one of the guards with you, I am needed soon for an important council meeting across town.” Laith said, tilting his head in Odessa’s direction and walking out of the main hall.

“I’ll go with you!” Omega excitedly volunteered, taking a confident step towards Odessa. Before Hunter could get a word in, Echo stepped up next to his little sister

“Omega, you stay here, one of us will go. Until we know what this threat is for sure, you stay safe and out of trouble.” He said, kneeling down to look her in the eye.

“I want to help, Echo.” She pleaded, stomping her foot slightly. Hunter stepped up behind her.

“Echo’s right Omega, the safest place for you is with us.” He said as he placed a hand on her shoulder. Omega turned and shot Hunter with a pleading look, he crossed his arms and returned the gesture with a stern look of his own. After a few seconds of this silent showdown, Hunter won with a gentle narrowing of his eyes and a raised eyebrow.

“Thank you for volunteering, but they are right it would be safer for you to be with them for the time being.” Odessa said crouching down next to Echo. “How about I take Echo with me right now, and we can talk about you accompanying us when we venture out later this afternoon.” Odessa said gently, placing her hand on Echo’s knee to emphasize her statement. Even though he had no real nerve endings on his prosthetics he could still feel an almost electric jolt run through his body at the contact. Omega nodded her head in approval and Odessa took that as her cue to stand. She took a glance around at the men gathered in front of her.

“I will contact the rest of you when it is time for us to go. In the meantime, I do need to be heading towards my rooms. Would you be so kind as to accompany me?” She said, straightening her gown. As Odessa glanced down at Echo who was still knelt next to Omega, he looked up and their eyes met. Her heart skipped as she noticed again just how handsome he was.

“Yes, Ma’am.” Echo said standing and never once breaking eye contact. They stood there for a few seconds just enraptured in each other, before Tech quietly cleared his throat and broke the spell. Tearing their gaze away from each other, both Odessa and Echo flushed slightly.

“He is right, we should be going.” Odessa said turning and heading to the opposite end of the main hall. Hearing the muffled snickers of his brothers, Echo shot them a glare and followed just a few steps behind Odessa. They walked in silence as they wound through the halls, until they reached a set of ornate doors flanked by two servants in the Vancil family crest. As they crossed the threshold and the doors swung behind them, Odessa’s entire body relaxed as all of the formality began to melt from her form. This building may have been her house, but this wing, this small section of rooms was her home.

“You may walk next to me, instead of behind me Echo. These are my rooms and my servants. They are loyal and trustworthy, and many of them are the closest things to friends that I have.” Odessa said, her deeper voice and informal tone completely different to the woman he had met initially.

“I’ll uh… keep that in mind… Ma’m.” Echo said, glancing around the main space that connected the adjoining rooms. Stopping abruptly and turning to meet his gaze, Odessa spoke her tone serious.

“Please, my name is Odessa. I hate having to be so painfully formal around my family and the rest of the world. When we are in private my name is Odessa.” Echo floundered slightly at the sudden change in her.

“Alright, Ms… Odessa” A feeling he couldn’t quite place wound its way around his heart at the sound of her name falling from his lips. She shifted her weight and placed a hand on her hip.

“Nope, none of this miss or M’am stuff. Just Odessa please.” She chided gently with no real malice in her voice.

“Please make yourself comfortable, we have a little while before we have to leave for my afternoon appointments.” Odessa said walking over to the small table that was set with a steaming cup of tea, some light snacks and a thick stack of durasheets. She very unceremoniously plunked herself in one of the two chairs. Echo stood at the edge of the room for a second trying desperately to process what the kriff happened.

“Thank you Ma’ …” He started, only to be cut off by the scolding look that Odessa shot him from over the edge of her teacup. “…Odessa, I’m fine for now. Once you are settled, I would like to take a look around for security purposes.” Echo said as his left hand came to awkwardly rub the back of his neck.

“I can show you around, if you would prefer. Or you can tell me to kriff off and I’ll let you do your job.” Odessa replied, placing her tea cup on its saucer. Echo choked on his own breath as he heard the vulgarity slip from between her lips. Coughing awkwardly, he walked over to the table where Odessa was sitting and placed his helmet in the chair across from her.

“I uhh, wouldn’t want to get in your way. You have important things to do. I’ll just take a look around and stay out of your way.” Echo said trying to recover any sense of normalcy in this situation.

“Oh this?” Odessa asked, gesturing to the stack with a slight chuckle. Butterflies erupted in Echo’s stomach upon hearing it, he decided then and there in the deepest recesses of his own mind that he would do almost anything to get her to make that sound again.

“This is the music for the opera I am in that opens tonight, I promise you Echo, I know the contents of those durasheets front and back.” Odessa said as she reached out and gently placed her hand on his shoulder pauldron. The same electricity as before shot through her as she glanced up at Echo. Standing in the middle of the common room with the mid-afternoon sun streaming through the windows, she took note of how the beams glinted off the metallic implants and prosthetics that littered his body. Quickly pulling herself back to reality she stepped away and let her hand drop back at her side.

“I have enough time to give you a brief tour and begin my warm up before Jaya arrives to help get things ready for the ball that always takes place after the opera.” Odessa said as she mindlessly rubs a piece of velvet from her skirt between her thumb and middle finger.

Echo cleared his throat and intentionally stepped away from Odessa, gesturing for her to lead the way. He followed her as she showed him the layout of the rooms, noting places that they would need to keep an eye on.

“I do not agree with my fathers assessment of the situation, but I do appreciate you and your team’s willingness to look into it. Even if that means having a shadow.” Odessa began as she slowed to a stop in front of the last room in the wing and turned to face Echo.

“If protection is what you need, three ex-clone commandos and an ARC Trooper should do the trick.” He said as he stopped on the other side of the double door frame.

“I don’t know much about clones, what is an ARC Trooper?” Odessa asked, fiddling with the fabric of her skirt.

“Advanced Recon Commando, there were rank and file brothers, and then a much smaller pool of elite brothers who earned their ARC designation.” Echo replied to her question pleasantly surprised she cared enough to ask.

“Really, it must be a pretty big deal to earn that kind of rank.” Odessa said, watching Echo’s face color slightly at hearing the praise. “My gut would have put Hunter as the ARC at first but you're the ARC aren’t you Echo?” Odessa asked, crossing her arms and leaning against one of the doors. Echo stiffened at her question and swore for a second his heart stopped beating. He didn’t think he could be any more attracted to her than he was at that moment.

”What makes you say that ?” Echo asked hesitantly. Odessa said as a blush gently dusted her cheeks. Rubbing the fabric of her dress between her fingers again.

“Well…you… uh…” She stumbled over her words with an unexpectedly shy tone that Echo thought was very adorable. “For starters, you exude strength and confidence. I have only known you for an hour or so, and I can tell that you are an extremely competent and knowledgeable person. If I believed in my father’s conspiracies and thought I was in danger, I would feel safe knowing that I had someone like you protecting me.” Odessa hesitantly stole a glance in Echo’s direction, not knowing how he would react. As their eyes met, there was an enamored kind of look on his face that she couldn’t quite place. She decided whatever it was made him look even more handsome. They both stood there in front of the door captivated with each other.

“Odessa, who are you talking to?” A new voice rang out as the doors were pulled open. The spell that was over Odessa and Echo shattered in an instant. Odessa floundered as she ungracefully fell through the doorway and Echo out of pure instinct snapped to attention, salute and all.

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This idea popped into my head and demanded to be written down. So here’s my head cannons for a Turn of the Century AU. Think New York City around 1905, bustling and full to the brim with all kinds of people and situations.

Prequel Trilogy

Anakin is the only child of an immigrant mother, who was forced to do sweatshop work as a child. He was found by headmaster Jinn and one of the tutors from the school by the name of Kenobi. They worked at a school for immigrant and orphan children, to help give them better opportunities.

After his mother falls ill with Cholera and dies he ends up being taken under the wing of headmaster Ginn, only for him to catch ill and die only a few months after his mother.

He ends up going through the academy, and graduating at the top of his class under the watchful eye of headmaster Kenobi. After graduation he decides to stay on at the academy as a professor, and eventually works up to being co-headmasters with Kenobi.

Padme is the youngest daughter of a minor political figure. She was married off to Clovis, a man with family ties high up in the government. They were in a loveless marriage and he was mildly abusive to her.

She used her husband’s position as a senator to promote her own political agenda. She invested lots of money into “the academy” wherein she met Anakin. Padme had been connected to the academy through a mutual friend, Satine Kryze, the daughter of a congressman who had been taught under the tutoring of headmaster Jinn.

Over the time Padme spent at the academy she ends up falling in love with Anakin. She ends up pregnant with his children, and attempts to pass them off as her and her husbands. She basically goes into hiding once she starts showing, blaming it off on the senate investigation into Clovis’ handling of campaign funding.

Padme ends up dying in childbirth, and because Clovis is in jail (because he’s an embezzling asshole) and no one knows she was even pregnant the children are sent away to be raised by other families. Leia is adopted by Senator Organa and his wife, who was the only one who even knew Padme was pregnant.

Anakin, not really knowing that Padme was even pregnant, goes into a deep depression and becomes just a shell of the person he used to be. He also grows a deep resentment for the upper class, especially those who serve in the Senste. For his own safety Luke is sent to be raised by Anakin’s step brother and his wife.

Original Trilogy

Leia was adopted and raised by Senator Organa and his wife, and she was raised in the upper levels of society. Whereas Luke was raised in the lower levels of society by his step aunt and uncle, immigrants who did factory work.

Leia was very involved with her mothers work, supporting her fathers place in the senate. She, like her parents, and much to the dismay of most of her peers was very involved in supporting immigrants and the poor.

Obi-wan was one of the only people who knew the truth about the twins. He tried to convince Owen to let Luke come to the academy but he refused to let him, claiming he didn’t want Luke to “stray away from the family and their values, like his father did”.

Tragedy struck both of the twins. Owen and Beru took ill when a wave of typhus struck the tenement building they had been living in. Around the same time there was a group of radical imperialists, who were carrying out acts of aggression against certain senators and those who supported them. Bail and Breha got into a horrible carriage accident, and were both killed.

Leia from the second she knew her parents had been in the accident, suspected foul play. But she had no way to prove her theory on her own. She knew headmaster Kenobi had been friends with her father, and had connections within the local government.

After Owen and Beru died, headmaster Kenobi took Luke under his wing and started him in classes at the academy.

Kenobi introduced Luke to his twin sister Leia and explained everything to them. And he told them how in the time after their mothers death, Anakin their father had grown to resent the senate and those who served in it. To the point that he was willing to harm the senators and or their families to “bring justice” to what he had been forced to endure with Padme.

Kenobi then pointed Luke and Leia to a private investigator by the name of Han, who helped them to uncover the truth about the Organa’s ‘accident’. Anakin and his band of insurgents were eventually found and taken into custody. Before his trial Luke was able to meet with Anakin and explain to him the truth of everything that Kenobi had told him.

Should I turn these into full fledged stories? I kinda think I should

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Ok fellow nerds I need some help. I’m trying to collect a list of all the clones and their CT/CC numbers for a project I’m working on. Help a girl out and tell me the names and or numbers I’m missing!

501st

Appo (CT-1119)

Dogma (CT-6922)

Echo (CT-1409)

Fives (CT-5555)

Hardcase (CT- ?)

Jesse (CT-5597)

Kix (CT-6116)

Rex (CT-7567)

Tup (CT-5385)

212th

Cody (CC-2224)

Boil (CT- ?)

Waxer (CT-?)

104th

Wolffe (CC-3636)

Sinker (CT- ?)

Boost (CT-?)

Clone Force 99

Hunter

Wrecker

Tech

Crosshair (CT-9904)

Domino Squad

Heavy (CT-782)

Cutup (CT-4040)

Droidbait (CT-2010)

Unassigned

Gregor (CC-5576)

Howzer (CC-?)

Fox (CC-1010)

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hey hi hello so this is really random but i just (mostly) read the artsy s/o hc’s for the bad batch boys & before i got to crosshair i was already betting it’d be dance (ofc it is bc that’s just him) but the first thing that came to my mind before even reading his hc’s was this scene from the sound of music ⬇️ (like i couldn’t even finish the whole thing before telling you this bc it feels so important but i pinky swear i’ll go back and read the rest of it)

https://youtu.be/dUFBOC6lQoo

cross is lithe and suave and perfect for all those complicated steps, insanely technical and places a very strong emphasis on practice bc if a dance is worth learning, it’s worth perfecting. outsiders would think he needs to loosen up (bc some ppl think perfect technicality = a stick up the ass) but in truth he’s never more relaxed than when he’s dancing with his s/o, it’s just his marksman precision and iron will that keep his steps purposeful and elegant. but don’t let his stature keep you from trusting him to hold your weight during lifts (namely The Dirty Dancing Lift™️), man carries a fuck ton of armor and weapons on the daily and spends a good chunk of that time with most of his weight being condensed and emphasized on his calf/thigh muscles

also a brief side note, holy shit does crosshair have some nice legs, like he’s an absolute model, they’re so toned and gorgeous glfjshsh

this is just a long winded way to say i wanna slow dance with crosshair

I didn't know I needed this in my life like I need air in my lungs but I do so.... Also as a musical theater nerd, and an absolute slut for The Sound of Music I absolutely adore this!

Am I the only one who gets huge Naboo vibes from from classic Viennese and Austro-Hungarian architecture? This fic didn’t end up how I was originally planning but I love the direction it took as I was writing it.

The boys had just finished a long mission on Naboo, and had decided that they had earned some down time. Currently you all were all sitting around outside the Havoc and relaxing. Not like the poor boys know what that is. Hunter was sitting with his back to a stack of crates whittling something with his vibroknife, Echo was reading a book, Crosshair had perched himself on top of the stack of crates and was cleaning his armor, Tech to no ones surprise was sat on the ground surrounded by the pieces of his latest pet project, and Wrecker and Omega were playing with Lula and the Batcher doll. You were still fidgety from the mission and needed a way to let off some steam. So you headed back into the marauder, grabbed your speaker, your dance shoes and your datapad and found yourself a quiet spot a few feet away from the rest of the crew. You began dancing as well as you could without a partner, and as you lost yourself in the music your mind began to wander. Remembering the festivals that would take place in your hometown when you were little, about Omegas age now that you stopped and thought about it. Oh, how you had hoped and wished to be old enough to dance through the night like the adults did, with some devilishly handsome man by your side. If only you could go back, to take your boys with you and dance the night away with Crosshair. His tall muscular frame holding you close, and twirling you with ease.

"What are you dancing to?" Called Omega, startling you back to reality. You turned around as the young girl abandoned Wrecker and came bounding over to you.

"Its a folk song that my people used to dance to during parties and festivals" You said kneeling down on her level. "Would you like for me to teach you some?" Immediately her eyes twinkled with excitement. "Yes, can you teach me some now?!" She asked practically bouncing with anticipation.

"All right, how about we do this I'll teach you some and then you can go and practice with Hunter." You say reaching your hand out for the girl to take. "Did you hear that Hunter, I'll get to teach you how to do it too!" She excitedly exclaimed, as the Sergeant barely glanced up from his project. "Okay, first step. Turn so that your facing me" You say taking the girls hands in your own. 'Now, normally you'd bow and I would curtsy but since your learning I'll bow and you curtsey." You say giggling at Omega’s attempt of a curtsey. "Now we go for a walk" you say as you let go of one hand and count the steps with her, "One, two three, one, two, three". You were so focused on teaching the young girl how to dance, you hadn't even noticed Crosshairs sharp gaze on the two of you. The sniper wasn't one to wear his heart on his sleeve, but the look he was giving you was nothing less than pure adoration.

"Then, we do a step, hop, step hop" You tell Omega taking her hands in yours. "Good, now turn under" You say, desperately trying to scrunch your body low enough to reach under the poor girls arms. "Not quite" you chuckle as you let go of one of her hands and turn her around the correct way. By this point Crosshair had hopped off his perch and come over by you and Omega. Suppressing a chuckle as he watched you yet again try to squeeze under Omegas outstretched arms. "Here "Mega let Y/N and I show you how to do it" Said the sniper ruffling the girls hair, and subtly bowing his head at you.

"Okay, but then I want to try it with Hunter" She exclaimed plopping her self down in the grass. But her voice was drowned out by the sound of your own heartbeat rushing in your ears as Crosshair sidled up next to you and offered his hand out to you. Gracefully guiding you through the next set of steps. Breathless and helplessly in love with the sniper you just loud enough for him to hear ask.

"How did you know about this dance?" Your hand coming up to take his other offered hand. As he seamlessly leads you through the next set of steps, a series of light graceful twirls. 

“I’ve watched you practice this for weeks cyar’ika, I figured it out”. He smirks, as his hand finds your lower back leading you in a wide arching circle. The two of you keep dancing, Crosshair perfectly executing every step of the long complicated routine. Neither of you can tear your eyes off the other, as you continue following the gentle push and pull of the music. At this point in the song you aren’t sure if your dizzy because you haven’t been spotting your turns, or because of the intensely loving look in Crosshairs eyes as he watches you dance.

“I didn’t realize you had been paying attention that closely” you tell Crosshair as he slides one hand to grasp your own behind your back, and brings your already clasped hands up above your head. You twirl like that for a second, noses brushing with how close he was holding you. With the music still swirling around the two of you, you stop dancing. Just standing there is Crosshairs strong grasp, only millimeters between you as he tears his gaze from your eyes to glance down at your lips. 

“I don’t remember any more” you say, as you gently pull yourself out of his grasp. Backing up just a few steps so you could get a better look at the sniper, you almost can’t believe what just happened. You were dancing, with Crosshair, in the middle of a clearing on Naboo. Its not like you haven’t danced together before, he practiced with you all the time. But you were always the one that initiated that, and he had never held you as closely as he had just done. 

Omega hopped off her crate when she noticed that the two of you had stopped dancing. She came to stand near you and said, “Your cheeks are all red, are you okay?” Hunter having seen the two of you dancing, called Omega back to teach him what she had ‘learned’ from you. 

Not breaking eye contact with Crosshair, you brought your palms up to rest against your cheeks, hoping to hide the very intense blush creeping across your cheeks. “I suppose I’m not used to dancing like that” you say, more to yourself than to Crosshair. As the music kept playing softly in the background Crosshair took a deep breath, straightened his back and took the last few steps back towards you. Holding his hand out again, he whispered “It’s okay meshla I’m not either.” You took his hand and he pulled you close to him, so close your head was resting just above his heart. He didn’t lead you into the spins and twirls that you had done earlier, but the two of you just stood there and gently swayed with the music. After a minute he pulled back gently to place a kiss to the top of your head. 

“Cyar’ika,” he said gently letting one of your hands go as he stepped back and slid down onto one knee. “I know that this life isn’t an easy one, and that things will be difficult for us. But there isn’t anyone else in this Galaxy that I’d want to live this life with.” He let go of your hand for a second to fish a small box out of his pocket. “Y/N, I love you so much more than I can put into words. Will you marry me?” He asked pulling the ring out of the box. 

You couldn’t believe it, out of all the ways you had planned for this day to go, this was the last way you would have thought. But you couldn’t be any happier, if your life depended on it. Through tears and sniffles, you manage to nod and whisper “Yes”. In a second Crosshair had slipped the ring on your finger and scooped you up in his arms to swing you around in his arms. He was so overjoyed he had almost listed you clear over his head. A la Dirty Dancing. When he finally placed you back down on the ground, he pulled you to him and gave you the most passionate searing kiss you had ever shared. 

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TBB Headcannons

As someone who loves both The Bad Batch boys and the arts this just made sense. So here are my headcannons on how each of the Batchers would be with an artsy S/O. 

Hunter - Artist 

You absolutely love art. Abstract Impressionism to be exact. The way that you are able to take a scene or an idea and put it on a canvas without it needing to look like a holophoto. The one thing you love painting more than anything are feelings, and memories. 

Hunter adores watching you paint. The way you bring ideas and stories to life with nothing to start with but a blank canvas and the paints and brushes he bartered for at the local market never ceases to amaze him. 

Sometimes when his senses are getting overwhelmed, he will come down and sit with you while you paint. Just watching in mesmerized bliss as you silently bring something to life that a short time ago only existed in your mind. 

He has never been able to bring anything to life, he was created for nothing but to take life away. So when you ask him to tell you a story of his happiest memory and bring those feelings and that story to life on the canvas, he doesn't think he could love you any more than he does in that moment. 

Tech - Actor

You were an actor. Your passion in life was being able to tell stories. No matter how simple or complex the story, or how it was told. As long as you were telling a story you were happy. 

Tech absolutely adored watching you on stage. It was a beautiful dichotomy of seeing the person he had fallen in love with, but watching them become someone else entirely. No matter whose story you were telling, or what character you became he loved picking out elements that were uniquely you. 

Many times the two of you could be found together, Tech buried underneath some console tinkering and helping you run lines. 

The first time you had asked him to run lines with you, he wasn’t fully expecting the level of emotion that you put into your work. He got very concerned when you were running a scene with some high intensity emotions and you were basically sobbing in the cockpit. He stopped suddenly, and was very concerned about your wellbeing. 

Nothing in the world could compare to the moment you asked Tech to tell you his story. If he had been head over heels in love with you before, he couldn’t even begin to describe how much he loved you in that moment. 

Wrecker - Musician 

Music was your life. You played multiple different instruments, but as long as you were able to play music on something you would be happy. 

Wrecker loved that you were a musician. His favorite way to relax after a particularly long or hard mission was to sit and listen to you play one of his favorite pieces. Listening to you play a soft calming song was all it took for this man to fall asleep. 

A lot of the times the two of you could be found in the cargo bay, or outside together. You would run scales and practice while Wrecker was within ear shot working out with Omega and Gonky.

 He had always wanted to learn how to play something but music like many things was not considered to be important in the training of a clone cadet. So when you offered to teach him how to play one of your instruments he was overjoyed. He had fallen completely head over heels for you. 

You were his music, the thing that kept his soul alive during those dark times after the war ended and Kamino was destroyed. 

Crosshair - Dancer 

You loved to dance, it made your heart and soul sing in the most beautiful way. You loved that no matter what you were feeling you could channel it into dance. Happy and excited, Dance, sad and depressed, Dance, angry and restless, Dance. 

At first Cross thought it was kind of frivolous. But as he got to know you, and started falling for you he realized how many skills your two passions had in common. The precision, the dedication, the practice. 

He loved watching you rehearse, being able to see how much concentration and precision it required made him appreciate how much skill it truly took to be a dancer. It wasn’t just random flowy movements like he thought it would be. There was a way that things needed to be done, and you were going to work your mind and body until they were done correctly. 

Many times after a mission, the two of you would go off together to a quiet studio. You would softly play the music for the piece you were working on and he would sit quietly in the corner disassembling and cleaning his rifle. 

He will deny it with his dying breath, but you got him to join you on a couple of occasions. Showing him how to ballroom dance, and letting him lead you around the room like you were at some fancy senate gala. And in those quiet moments together dancing on some foreign planet, he fell head over heels in love with you. 

Echo - Singer 

Music was your life, but your instrument was you. Singing was your passion in life. Being able to make music with nothing but your voice was what kept you going. 

Echo adored to hear you sing, which was good cause you did it all the time. Whether you were humming to yourself while doing something mundane around the Marauder, or you were whistling along to whatever was on the radio, or you were practicing whatever piece was stuck in your head, you were always singing something. 

During the nights he would wake up in cold sweats and waves of terror. The only thing that seemed to calm his speeding mind was the sound of you softly singing him whatever lullaby you thought of. 

Sometimes when the two of you were alone, he would sing with you. He had a voice like silk, even though he didn’t think it was very good. One time while the two of you were singing, he confessed to you that he used to sing to himself a lot before the Citadel. His batchmates from the Domino squad would tease him relentlessly for it, but they would always join him. Even if fives sounded like someone was strangling a loth cat.

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A Million Dreams (TechxReader)

Hi guys, I’m new to this whole writing for not college papers thing so pls be nice, though CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is welcomed. I had this idea hit me while working on my bad batch cross stitch earlier. It’s also 1am, so I have no one to proof read this for me.

If anyone has ideas of things they’d want me to write, I’d love to hear them.

Well here goes nothing!

The batch had some very rare, but well deserved down time after a long string of missions from Cid. Evening had begun to fall, and while the rest of the batch was down at Cid’s you had climbed up on top of the Havoc. You were happy to just sit there, enjoying the stillness and serenity of the moment. As you sat in silence your thoughts began to wander, almost immediately you were interrupted by a solid thud, followed quickly by a muffled 

“Dang Farrek! You peeked out over the edge of the Havoc to see your boyfriend, the batches resident technical genius walking down the ramp rubbing at a spot on his head. 

“Tech, I thought you went into town with the others?” you questioned as he craned his neck to get a glimpse of you.

 “No, I decided to stay behind and work on upgrades to my ship” He stated, like it was the most obvious thing in the world

 “And what are you doing here? I thought you went into town with the others?” He inquired. 

“Ehh, as much as I love them I just wanted some quiet alone time.” You said swinging your legs over the edge of the Marauder. “You can come up here and join me, views breathtaking” You sigh looking down at your boyfriend. 

“Is that not counterproductive if you want time alone?” He asks, quirking an eyebrow the way you love so much.

 “And what if I told you, I’d changed my mind and wanted some quality time alone with my very attractive boyfriend, while his siblings weren’t around?” You ask, with a wink. Tech laughed as he began the climb up to where you were perched. 

“Well then I would just have to come and fulfill my meshla’s request.” He said settling down next to you. The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes, when he began to draw little patterns and shapes on your back. Not breaking contact you glance over at Tech, wondering how you had managed to get this gorgeous, brilliant man to choose you. Breaking the silence you ask Tech 

 “What do you think our lives will look like when we aren’t on the run anymore?” He glances down at you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

“Well, to be honest with you meshla I never thought I would have a life. At least not one like that” He said, settling an arm around your waist. “From the moment I was created in that Kaminoan lab, I had one purpose in life and it was as a soldier. My life consisted of nothing but training and battles with my vod. But all of that changed when you came into our lives, into my life.” You look up into hazel eyes swimming with 100 different emotions as he continues. 

“My brothers told me I was crazy. Hunter tried to tell me having attachments was a liability, Wrecker kept telling me I was going to end up hurt, Crosshair was convinced I’d gone mad, and Echo kept telling me that even if it worked out between us, the separation would kill the relationship before it even began.” Tech sighed and pulled you into his lap.

 “For the first time, I felt like I had a purpose and a direction that had nothing to do with my brothers, or the republic, or war. And I was going to make sure nothing in the entire galaxy would take that away...” As he trails off he brings his hand up to run his thumb along your jawline. You sighed leaning into his touch 

“I wish we could build a world and a life all our own”. Tech drew your face in and placed a short, sweet kiss to your lips. 

“I think my perfect life would be with you and my siblings out where no one could ever find or bother us. You and I could have a house all to ourselves, where we’d each have our own workspace for projects. And the entire house would be decorated with the things I have brought back from missions that remind me of you.” Tech smiles down at you warmly as he places another sweet kiss to your lips.

 “After a while, I would love to have a child or maybe even a few children together. They’d fill the house with smiles and laughter, maybe some arguing but I’d be lying if I said my brothers and I didn’t have any fights as cadets.” Tech smiled to himself, looking off into the distance.

 “What about you meshla, you haven’t told me about what you want life to look like when we are no longer on the run.” You sigh, laying your head on Tech’s chest. 

“That life you just described to me sounds perfect. The two of us together, where no one can bother us except your brothers. Maybe a couple of children running around laughing without a care in the world. I just want a place and a life that we can build together, and for now I’m okay with those being built in our dreams” You say, bringing Techs lips down to yours once again. This time all those feelings were poured into the kiss. All the love you had for each other, all the longing for what could have been, and all the bated anticipation for all that could be. You were broken apart a few minutes later when you heard Wreckers rumbling laughter headed back towards the ship. You give Tech one last sweet kiss before sliding back down onto the ground. “No matter what happens, and no matter how long it takes, this life we are building in our dreams we will find a way to make it a reality. As long as we are together, the whole galaxy could burn around me and I wouldn’t care.” He gives you one last hug before the others got back. “Someday meshla, there will be a million dreams for the world we're gonna make.” 

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A little something for my star wars brethren who love cross stitching and are stuck indoors for who knows how long. I made these on a long plane flight recently. Turns out i like making designs more than cross stitching them. Enjoy!

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Greetings lovely people,

I’m new to the writing world of fanfic, though I adore writing and I’ve been reading fanfics for years. Please help a sister out with some ideas and inspiration. I’m willing to do just about anything that isn’t NSFW (I’ll get there eventually). Please send me requests, prompts, headcannons, inserts. Anything to get me started! Here’s the fandoms I’m comfortable writing for though I’m open to others, as long as I am somewhat familiar with them.

- Supernatural

- Star Wars (All three trilogies and Clone Wars)

- LOTR and Hobbit

- Star Trek (Movies and The Original Series)

- Harry Potter

- Sherlock

- Outlander

- MCU

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Dialogue Prompt List - Long List

Angst

“All I wanted was a happy ending.”

“Mistakes are easily made in the moment. Apologies are not.”

“I don’t want to feel this way anymore.”

“My emotions have been turbulent for so long, I’m not sure how to react.”

“My heart tells me to kiss you, my head tells me to walk away.”

“I don’t want material belongings! I want my heart back!”

“Until you can return the time I wasted on you, I don’t want anything to do with you.” 

“Grief is natural they say. So is death. I don’t want either.”

“You can’t look pretty and dangerous at the same time. Not yet.”

“Kill everything dear to you and then you will know how it feels.”

“I don’t hold people close. It makes it easier for them to hurt you.” 

“Don’t touch me. Your skin is poison.” 

“Why won’t he/she/they call?”

“I’m dreading her/his/their call, I’m not ready.”

“I don’t like this, it feels weird.” 

“Kill my feelings, kill my soul. Kill everything I am.” 

“Don’t call me, I don’t want any contact with you.”

“Please don’t talk to me, I’m dealing with some stuff.”

“It’s not working out. We’re not working out.” 

“Hey, I’m leaving for good. I’ll…see you around.”

Fluff

“I want to eat a yoghurt with you.” 

“Can we make cake? I like cake.”

“I like your rainbow shoes.”

Please hold me. It’s been a day.”

“I’ve never felt such love.”

“The moon is high tonight, it frames you well.”

“I want to dance through an army of fireflies with you.”

“Stars pale in comparison to you.”

“My heart hurts when I see you and I find myself drunk on the pain.”

“I would give up everything for the chance to see your laugh again.”

“Monster Inc. was onto something, your smile and laughter runs my entire world.”

“I dedicated this nail to you, when I painted them.”

“All I want is to sleep by your side.”

“Cover me in badges of your love.”

“I’ve never enjoyed anything more than a hug from you.”

“You look yummy.”

“My hand was made to fit into yours. That’s all there is to it.”

“I didn’t get soaked wet through walking to your house for you to say no to pizza. I have beer too. I know you’re sad, so let me in.”

“This might sound so creepy but I want your skin. It’s so pretty.”

“You just dropped love into my heart and that’s all I needed.”

Soulmates

“It was a matter of time before we got together.”

“My soul sings when it feels you.” 

“Please, please hold my hand, and make me whole.”

“My life missed yours forever.” 

“If my soul had been cut in half at birth, it would have gone to you.”

“We’re two bodies with one soul only.”

“I couldn’t imagine my future without you now that I have you.” 

“I feel like I’ve died now he’s/she’s/they’re gone.”

“Please take my soul and never let go.” 

“I’ve never seen colour like I do with you.” 

“All my soul yearns for is your presence.”

“We can’t win. Either I have you and my soul sings but your cries, or we’re apart and your soul rejoices but mine dies.” 

“Time is what we don’t have, but you are what I need.”

“I didn’t think I could find someone as perfectly matched as you.” 

“Please treat me with kid gloves, my soul can’t take much more.”

“Soulmates don’t have to be romantic. Sometimes your soul resonates with a friend.”

“This existence would mean little without you.”

“Why try to force it? If we’re truly soulmates, it’ll happen.”

“Please keep me close until the close of the final day.”

“Everything about you is amazing to me.” 

Friendship Specifically

“Wow, that is a ridiculously bug watermelon. I love it.” 

“Let’s drink wine and trash talk our co-workers.” 

“What do you mean you’re sick?! You’re my partner in crime!”

Best friends are a rare breed and you are the best of best friends.” 

“Everyone’s out on dates, want to each ice cream and binge watch (insert TV show/movie).”

“I’m here for you. I got your back.” 

“Thank God for the internet. I don’t know how I’d live without you.”

“I’m the pun-master, you’ll miss me when I’m gone.” 

“No one understands the effort of a long distant friendship.”

“They don’t approve of our friendship, but I don’t need them too.”

“In the end we migrate towards comfort. I am my most comfortable around you.” 

“Why date when you can spend the night with me watching shitty TV and drinking.”

“Never underestimate friendship.”

“If you quote Yu-Gi-Oh’s power of friendship one more time I will kill you.”

“Even if we don���t talk for days, I’ll always be your best friend.” 

“You can take as many breaks as you need.” 

“Friendships can be difficult, but those that survive are magical ones.”

“You know I will be with you forever. Friends until the end.”

If they try to keep us apart, they’re idiots.”

“There’s nothing like a boys/girls/friends night.”