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His hands were steady.

A sad lil Crosshair animatic to go on the end of episode 3.11! I really enjoy character acting so I had a lot of fun with this. It was a devastating moment and I wanted to imagine the emotional reaction to it.

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every now and then I am reminded to my great chagrin that my mother is funnier than I am

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they gave Hunter a bandana bc they knew we would go feral every week over his luscious flowing locks

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Lunch was quickly derailed.

(Based off a joke I made watching TBB with KrazyCat6167)

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Echo Appreciation Post ~

High standards, High use of expressions. So much to say, not enough words. ♡

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Hunter loves rain.

The sound of it is a good background noise, like lofi or like a sleep machine.

It can often help him settle out when he is feeling overwhelmed or overstimulated, when his senses are in overdrive - the sound of the rain, the rhythmic beats of rain drown out some of what he can't handle.

And yes, the team did splurge some of their hard earned credits to buy a sleep machine for him.

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🐍

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Hunter Using His Heightened Senses

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let's try one more time (just for fun)

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Am I the only one imagining echo with a rex hand tattoo to remember everything that happened?

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Cross and Tech are the siblings who give eachother the most sass let’s be real

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omega got the besties matching shirts !!

based on this post :)

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Week 6: May the force be with you, or whatever

I was thinking about Omega meditating on Tantiss. Then my soul wanted to draw epic eye opening. So yeah, now we got kind of evil Omega. I would like to say that I couldn't help it, but it would be a lie.

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so called free thinkers when h-o-t t-o g-o you can take me hot to go

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@summer-of-bad-batch | Week 5 | Hair Dye

Beautiful banner by @tlmtwelve

Purple Haze

Summary: Hunter thinks Omega should dye her hair to escape detection after two bounty hunters are after her. She doesn't quite grasp the idea of laying low.

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Hunter puffed out his cheeks and let out a steady stream of air. Tech was currently under the console, looking for a microscopic issue that was causing the engines to lose power every time they tried to start them.  

“See anything?” he said gruffly as he leaned over, doing his best not to cut out the light.

“Not yet. It is possible the issue lies in the engine itself, although if we need to take them apart, I’m going to need a lot more space.”

The Sergeant swore under his breath. They had just managed to get away from Cad Bane and now they were stranded. Echo was under the ship working on some other repairs and Wrecker and Omega had gone to the market on a special mission. He had wanted to go as well, especially given the number of known bounty hunters currently after her, but more people drew more attention, and she would be perfectly safe with Wrecker.

Hunter wasn’t overly familiar with this anxious feeling, it was something he’d occasionally seen in others, but never himself. But ever since Omega had come into their lives and decided to stay, he found it an almost daily occurrence.

He knew why. She was a child, she needed protecting and whether he liked it or not, she had chosen them, chosen him to do the job. He did like it though, he thought quietly to himself as his brother tinkered below him. He did like that he was the one she went to for comfort or help, that it was he she called out for when distressed or in danger. He liked holding that space in her world, even if he’d deny it if asked about it directly.

“I think that might do it.” Tech said triumphantly and with a whirr the full power came back to the ship. “It was just some minor movement causing a chain reaction. I have made a note for future reference.”

“So, it shouldn’t happen again?”

Tech shook his head and sank into the pilot’s chair, swinging it around and burying his face into his datapad.

“Thanks, Tech.” Hunter said with a hand to his shoulder before marching to the ramp and watching with a small smile as Wrecker and Omega drew closer. She was riding on top of the bruiser’s shoulders, giggling as Wrecker carried a bag. It wasn’t exactly low key, which is what he’d asked them to remain, but he didn’t feel the need to fight about it right now.

“How’d it go?” he asked with a smile as Omega came bounding up the ship’s ramp.

“Mission accomplished, Sergeant.” She said with a little salute and a bright smile.

Hunter chuckled, despite himself and reached into the bag, pulling out bright purple hair dye.

“You got the wrong one, this is purple. You need dark brown.” He said, handing it back to her.

Her face looked slightly crestfallen, and her eyes flickered to Wrecker. “But…this is the one I wanted.” She said.

Hunter realized it wasn’t a mistake; it was a choice. “Omega, we’re trying to make you less of a target. Purple hair dye will make you visible from space.” He said, trying desperately to keep his exasperation at bay.

“We figured as long as they’re looking for a blonde, it’ll still do the same thing.” Wrecker interjected with a shrug, coming over and putting a protective arm around Omega.

Hunter pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to stay calm but also exhausted that every single decision was being dissected and debated all of a sudden. He was just trying to keep her safe, was the desire for self-expression really more important than that?

“You gotta take it back, Kid. It’s going to draw too may eyes.” Hunter said with finality.

He noticed Omega shrink in on herself and Wrecker’s arm tightened around her as she clutched the hair dye to her body. “Okay.” She said solemnly as she slouched back out the door, all the energy from before diminished. Wrecker went after her, no contempt on his face this time, but disapproval for sure.

Tech came over and rolled his eyes. “I assume we have a little while longer before we’re under way?”

Hunter sighed. “Looks like it.”

Tech nodded and started back towards the cockpit. “Do you…do you think I’m wrong?” he asked quietly. He didn’t usually crowd source his decisions, at least, not these ones. But Tech often had a unique viewpoint when it came to Omega, and he didn’t want to discount anything. He was far from an authority on the subject.

“I think you are correct. Purple hair will be incredibly difficult to hide…”

“But…” Hunter said, leaning against the console, one arm crossed over his chest, his other scratching at the stubble on his chin.

Tech gazed at him briefly before adjusting his goggles and continuing. “…but is there a reason you want Omega to have dark brown hair?”

Hunter shrugged, “so she’d fit in with us. So, she’d not stand out…”

Tech’s lips twitched as he put his datapad back on his belt. “I do not have dark brown hair, Hunter. Neither does Echo or Wrecker.”

“What are you saying?”

Tech looked around as though trying not to say the thing he had to say. “You and Omega have formed quite a bond since we left Kamino…”

“I don’t see how that’s…”

Tech held up his hand and continued. “She seeks solace from you in a way she doesn’t from the rest of us. You have formed a, for want of a better term, father/daughter bond with her that Echo, Wrecker and I don’t share…”

“I don’t think that’s…”

“Hunter,” Tech said, stopping the Sergeant in his tracks, “Is it possible that you unintentionally want her to have to same color hair as you, so she will look more like your daughter?”

Whatever Hunter was expecting Tech to say, it certainly wasn’t that. His eyes were blown wide, his mouth agape as he rolled Tech’s words over in his head.

“I want to keep her safe.” He said finally, defensively.

Tech nodded. “Of course you do.”

“She’s not my daughter, Tech. Taking her with us doesn’t make her my…”

“There is no judgement one way or the other, Hunter. You asked the question; I simply gave you my thoughts. What you do with it is entirely up to you.”

Hunter watched as his brother nodded his assertion that what he had said was correct and went back to the cockpit. Hunter’s mind buzzed. He thought back to his interactions with Omega, the feeling of abject panic when she was dashing through the streets of Pantora alone, or when she was taken and he didn’t know where to find her.

His feet took him, without really knowing where. He marched around the marketplace, not looking for his brother and Omega, but just to get some air.

When they were finally underway, Echo, Tech and Wrecker were joking in the cockpit as Omega morosely sat in the back, curled up I her room like a loth cat.

Hunter knocked at the side of the curtain.

“Come in.” She said, her energy level was through the floor.

“Hey kid,” he said, trying to insert himself in the space without crowing her. “I think it’s time we sort your hair out. If that’s okay. I know it’s not what you want but…I think it’ll be…safer, in the long run.”

Omega looked up at him, her large brown eyes hopeful and trusting. “Okay, Hunter.” She said, scootching her way forward to come out of her room. “Here’s the dye.” She said, handing him a box.

“Thanks, Kid.” He said, taking the brown box and looking at the figure on it. “I thought maybe…we could have a little fun as well, though.” He said, pulling a box of purple dye from the bottom bunk next to him. Omega’s eyes went wide, her smile lit up and instantaneously Hunter knew he had made the correct decision. “We can do the purple underneath, the brown on top. Will that work for you?” he asked, holding his breath as she deliberated.

“That’s a brilliant idea.” She said, diving at him and throwing her hands around his waist. He sank into it, briefly resting his chin on her head before she moved.

“Let’s get started then.” He said.

With the ship in hyperspace, the whole squad came to help. Hunter wasn’t sure how but despite his best efforts, the dye still got over more of the floor than on Omega’s head.

He was bullied into having a purple streak added to his hair in a spot where it wouldn’t be seen and despite his outward protests, he decided he loved it in secret.

When all was said and done, Omega didn’t look like him, she didn’t really look like any of them really, but she looked a little less like herself and in their current state, that was better than nothing. She moved her hair left to right and fluffed it up so she could see the purple underneath.

She went to bed happy, smiling broadly as Echo tucked her blanket around her. Soon, one by one, the brothers went to bed too, with Wrecker crashing out at the same time as Omega and Echo taking the spot above when he eventually dozed off.

As usual, Tech was in the pilot’s chair, nose buried in his datapad.

“Well, that certainly went better than planned.” Tech said, not raising his eyes.

Hunter shrugged and collapsed into the chair by his side. “It certainly could have gone worse.” He said, keeping his emotions at bay. They sat in silence for a while, watching the blue swirls of hyperspace.

“Hunter, I need you.” Omega called from the back, in a whisper.

Hunter looked at Tech who had lifted up his eyebrow questioningly.

“Shut up.” Hunter said with a chuckle as he got up, and went to see what she needed.

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Tech plays Dungeons and Dragons semi-regularly online.

He loves the game and prefers to be the Dungeon Master, often creating elaborate characters, landscapes, plans, and back stories to pour his mind into.

He is a hot commodity in the D&D world and everyone wants to be part of one of his games.

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Ummmmmm so y’all love Hot Gonk Summer? And also In Gonk We Trust? Which makes me so happy because I also love gonk things. So here’s a post full of all my gonk things. Shop is here.

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