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Sick Day

Crosshair wakes up sick, and Omega proves herself the best big sister. Written for the @summer-of-bad-batch prompt Lula and inspired by the nagging sore throat I have today. (Edit: it’s Covid!!! Why!!!) ~1000 words of comfort fluff, set a year or two after the Batch settle on Pabu.

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Crosshair groaned, rolling over in his bed, the covers twisting around him.  He shivered despite the layers of sheets and blankets.  That didn’t seem right.  He slowly blinked his eyes open and swallowed, grimacing when his throat felt like fire.

Oh.  Great.  He was sick.

There was a knock at the door.  He propped himself up on his elbow and glared blearily at the sound.  Omega stood in the open doorway, looking in on him with concern clear on her face.  “You’re still not up?”

“I’m sick,” Crosshair said thickly.  “Stay away if you don’t want the plague.”

“Sick?  With what?  Hunter and Wrecker and I are fine,” she said, taking a few steps into the bedroom.  

He waved a hand at her in irritation, trying to warn her off.  “How should I know?  I’m not a medic.”  He sighed, rubbing his face.  His skin felt hot, even to his own touch.

“You don’t look good,” Omega said worriedly.  She’d closed the distance to his bed and now leaned over him, smoothing his short sweaty hair back from his forehead.  “You’re burning up!”

“Uh-huh,” he agreed.  “Tell me something I don’t know.”  He shivered again, pulling the blankets up to his nose and squinting up at her.  “Just leave me to die.  It’s the only way.”

“Oh come on now,” Omega said, but this time she wore a hint of a smile at his hyperbole.  “Okay, if you’re still able to be snarky, I guess it can’t be too bad.”  She squeezed his shoulder with her hand.  “I’ll get some things for you, all right?  You just sit tight.”

“Do I look like I’m going anywhere?” he mumbled.

“Very funny, Crosshair.”

It was a few minutes when she returned, arms piled high with various items.  She pulled his bedside table out with her foot, leaning down and depositing everything she’d brought onto its surface beside where his prosthetic hand lay.  

“Crosshair.  Wake up.”  She nudged him slightly, and he blinked hazily at her.  

“I’m up.”

“All right, here’s what we’ve got.”  She held out a metal flask, waving it in front of his face.  “Cold water.  I want you to drink all this before you go back to sleep.  You have to stay hydrated.”  She helped him sit up, and it was a measure of how crappy he felt that he didn’t even have it in him to make a face at her.  He let her help him into a sitting position, and he took the bottle in his left hand after she opened it.  “Do you want your other hand, or --”

He waved her away with his stump, and she left the prosthesis on the table in its case.  He didn’t always use his hand; it was necessary for many tasks, but just as often he preferred to go without, as it took extra effort to use and control.  Wouldn’t be much point when he was stuck here in bed.  He took a drink of the cold water, flinching as he swallowed, his throat a bed of knives.  But the water was deeply refreshing, and he forced himself to take a few more drinks.

“Good.  Here, we’ve got some other things.  Lozenges if your throat’s bothering you, medication for a fever, an extra blanket, toothpicks if you need them….”  She looked up at him hopefully.

Crosshair nodded to the bottles of medication.  “I’ll take some of that.”  He traded her the bottle of water for pills tapped into the palm of his hand, tossed them into his mouth, then took back the bottle of water to take a swallow.  Maybe that’d help him feel less like something that had been scraped off of somebody’s boot.

He leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes.  “I was supposed to be down at the docks today.  Let Beryx know I’ll be late --”

“Oh no you don’t,” said Omega sternly.  “You stay in here and rest.  I’ll let her know you’re sick, but don’t overdo it.  I know what you’re like, little brother.”

He managed a chuckle, though his throat seared.  “I guess you do.”  He managed to finish the bottle of water.  “Satisfied?”

“Very.  If you didn’t let me help, I was going to go get AZI,” Omega said.  “I still will, if you get worse.”

“Threats now, is it?”

Omega giggled.  “Oh, there you are.  Good.  Give me a minute, I forgot something.”

“I can hardly wait.”  He drowsed against the wall for a moment, waiting for her to return.  She was such a good kid.  There was a warm glow in his chest that had nothing to do with the fever.

“Here we go,” she said.  He opened his eyes to see Omega holding Lula in his arms, offering her out to him.  

He hesitated.  

It’d been years.  The last time he’d really had anything to do with the tooka doll had been after Kaller, after the Order, when Wrecker had pummeled him with her.  It hadn’t done anything to help the ache in his head that he now knew had been the inhibitor chip, and it certainly hadn’t done anything to help his unsettled, paranoid mood.  

But he also remembered being small, legs throbbing from growing pains, head aching after hours focusing on target practice, curling up with Lula in his bunk and jealously guarding her from his brothers.  She’d belonged to all of them back then, a secret gift from 99, something all their own in a world where they knew they themselves were owned.  She’d been the reason they’d picked those colors for their armor, even if they would rather die than admit it to the regs.

A reluctant smile creased his face.  “Fine.  She can stay.”  He lowered himself back to the bed, burrowing back under the blankets, and Omega tucked Lula in snugly beside him.  “But if anyone asks, you made me take her.”

“Of course I did,” Omega said with a conspiratorial wink.  “Everyone knows I’m even more stubborn than you are.”

He snorted, closing his eyes, sleep calling once more to him.  But there was one last thing he needed to do.  “Hey.  Omega,” he said softly.

“Yes, Crosshair?”

“Thank you.”

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Another entry to the adventures of the Bad Batch on Batuu! I recently finished Sanctuary and all of the Tech x Phee little moments were rattling around my head (as well as Hunter’s general grumpiness 😂). So here’s the S2 batch visiting Batuu. Tech and Phee grab a moment by Oga’s apartment, Hunter rolls his eyes (having not a single romantic bone in his body) and Omega and Wrecker can’t stop giggling.

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Lucanis Week 2025: Day 7

As I did for the other companions, I hand carded and spun some rolags for Lucanis.

Lucanis' mix consists of different kinds of Merino prep (top, cloud, and combed) with silk fluff and a bit of Angelina sparkle for Spite. I originally wanted to add something "tougher" to the mix to represent the Crows' sometimes unscrupulous ways but I couldn't for my life figure out how to do that without compromising on the smoothness of the finished yarn. So- Lucanis is very soft, which does suit him, too.

Colour-wise, I went with "classic" Antivan Crow colours of deep purples, midnight blue, and just a hint of black for the shadowy corners of Treviso. The sparkle for Spite is, of course, bright magenta, reminiscent of his Fade magic.

I loved working on this mix! There's just something about combining different jewel tones, they'll melt into one another and give juuuust the right amount of depth to keep the eye interested. I'm sure Lucanis would love working with this wool, he could probably make another jumper for himself to wear under his leathers that won't look as scratchy as his in-game undershirt!

As always, thank you so so much to @datvcompanionweeks for organising these events, it's always such a joy to see what everyone creates :)

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Tech, power up the ship.

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...listen yes I am at work and should probably concentrate on cataloguing what feels like 1000 indonesian textiles but the brain weasels are at it. Anyway. Have roughly 830 unedited words of Qatesh and Taash post-VG being sweaty in the garden. You're welcome.

One thumb hooked into the waistband of her loincloth, Qatesh overlooked the garden, then let out a deep sigh. She'd never really gotten used to the heat of the Rivaini sun, no matter how many years she lived here. On her temples and upper lip, drops of sweat gathered into rivulets, running down to pool inside the dip of her clavicles and under her breasts. When she first arrived here, she'd felt awkward at baring so much skin, though with time she got used to it. Nobody really cared around here. In this climate, it was simply easier to strip as much as possible and avoid having to wash her clothes every damn day. Just a loincloth and a splash of water were way easier to handle, especially when it came to hard physical work.

They'd been at it since sunrise, removing weeds, digging up tubers and trying to handle the insane amount of melon plants growing all over the vegetable patch. The damn things had taken over most of the space during the months after Shathann's death, collapsing the drystone wall, invading the beanstalks, and they'd even started climbing the mango tree under which she currently stood, enjoying some precious shade.

Qatesh didn't mind green melon. As long as someone else pared and cubed it for her, she even liked eating it. But getting rid of all the plants, and then having to eat the surplus fruit..? As repetitive as her eating habits were, even she would arrive at a point where she couldn't go on anymore. They could maybe trade some melons with the neighbours for salted sardines or spices. Taash was getting low on chilies, and they hated not being able to add any to their meals.

"Qatesh," Taash's voice called out from the other side of the yard. It sounded a little strained, but given they were currently preparing the earth for digging a new privy, Qatesh wasn't surprised. Her own body ached all over, although it had only been a couple hours since they started. She was used to running around and climbing (that came free with being part of the Lords, after all), so her overall fitness was good enough. Garden work however, staying crouched down all day? Her body showed its discontent clearly enough.

Wiping sweat out of her eyes with the ball of her hand, Qatesh rounded the house corner. Taash's broad back came into focus, as they were swinging out their hoe, the implement travelling in a perfect arch before burying itself in the crumbly soil, again and again, aereating the ground. Whether during combat with their axes or while digging around in the garden— Taash always made a marvellous impression.

For a second, Qatesh had to look down, her face and ears glowing hotly, and it wasn't because of the sun. There was… just… something about seeing Taash hard at work, all determined (and always kinda grumpy looking), sweat glistening on their skin, muscles working, and then the damp strands of hair that escaped the messy bun they'd twisted their braid into… Qatesh couldn't deny she enjoyed the view, even more since Taash was wearing as little as she did. They'd opted for a different kind of loincloth, a way more revealing thing usually worn by swimmers and athletes that left their buttocks bare, the thin cotton fabric twisted into soft ropes hugging their hips. Qatesh had never felt attracted to people's asses but… she made an exception for Taash. Theirs was, well, impressive, to put it lightly.

"I could use your help. You done staring?" an amused voice jerked her out of her musings.

"Uhm—" Qatesh blinked once. Then, in an attempt at masking her embarrassment, cleared her throat. "Not yet, if I'm honest?" Her eyes trailed up from the ground to Taash facing her, the hoe's shaft casually held on their shoulder. Yep— they looked amazing. All strength and grace. Very sweaty and sexy strength and grace. She could definitely stay here a little more, just watching. Or taking a nap while the sun was so high up in the sky? She was getting hungry, too. They could always continue working at sundown.

"How about a break? It's gotten really hot."

Taash arched an eyebrow at her. "You're impossible."

The hoe swung down, landing on the earth with a dull thud, before Taash made their way over to her— not unlike an animal stalking its prey. "Hey. I know how this works. You just want me to cut up a melon for you. And then feed it to you. In bed." Their eyes narrowed, though there was a mischievous glint in them. "Don't deny it."

"Guilty as charged." Qatesh threw up her hands in feigned exasperation, then turned on her heels and walked back towards the house, putting a little extra sway into her hips. So far, an accomplished day. There was freshly cut melon and a nap on the horizon! The new privy could probably wait.

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being anti ai is making me feel like in going insane. "you asked for thoughts about your characters backstory and i put it into chat gpt for ideas". studies have proven its making people dumber. "i asked ai to generate this meal plan". its causing water shortages where its data centers are built. "ill generate some pictures for the dnd campaign". its spreading misinformation. "meta, generate an image of this guy doing something stupid". its trained off stolen images, writing, video, audio. "i was talking with my snapchat ai-" theres no way to verify what its doing with the information it collects. "youtube is impletmenting ai based age verification". my work has an entire graphics media department and has still put ai generated motivational posters up everywhere. ai playlists. ai facial verification. google ai microsoft ai meta ai snapchat ai. everyone treats it as a novelty. every treats it as a mandatory part of life. am i the only one who sees it? am i paranoid? am i going insane? jesus fucking christ. if i have to hear one more "well at least-" "but it does-" "but you can-" im about to lose it. i shouldnt have to jump through hoops to avoid the evil machine. have you no principles? no goddamn spine? am i the weird one here?

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listen. trust me. i can fix him.

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i got these knockoff boots online and instead of the brand name on the tag they have the name of an apparently nonexistent martin scorsese movie??? what the fuck

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Jedi July Day 30: Yord Fandar (in the style of Johannes Vermeer)

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Doodled on location on Batuu at Disneyland. Crosshair and Wrecker sat down to rest their eyes after a long mission on Batuu… but the exhaustion after the battle caught up to them.

Bonus: me frantically trying to finish this as the setting sun stole my shade and tried to roast me alive 😂

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It isn’t right.

It isn’t right.

It isn’t right.

Give me a three word sentence that changes its essence depending on what word is italicized.

I’ll go first…

I miss you.

I miss you.

I miss you.

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Read a fucking comic man

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Star Wars fanart in collage form! I have a beautiful Japanese paper store down the street from me and they sell scrap packs with gorgeous little odds and ends. I was going through them and suddenly inspiration struck! Worked on this extremely silly Star Wars scene over the past week, and I grin every time I look at all the little details.

Paper, hemp, colored pencil, ink and glue in my 8.5” x 6” sketchbook.

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Gemma and Helly this month at Lumon

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Can confirm, it did be like this.