#Week11

[foxwithadarkside]

Summer of Bad Batch Week 11 Main Prompt: “I didn’t think I would get this far.” Tech is safe and sound, ok? Ok.

@summer-of-bad-batch

[kybercrystals94]

Blaster Bolts

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Summer of Bad Batch 2024 | Week 11: “Yeah, kid, we’re fine. | Week 13: Crashing Hard

Rated: G | Words: 200

Prompt: Crashing Hard

“I hate you!”

She didn’t mean them. But she’d said them. Ugly, anger fueled words. They shot out of her mouth like a blaster bolt, hitting their mark with devastating accuracy. Like a blaster bolt, they wounded. Like a blaster bolt, they couldn’t be taken back. Couldn’t be unspoken.

The space between them goes glacial.

Omega wants to cry.

Hunter won’t meet her watery gaze, her fiery rage extinguished by hot tears. “Go cool off,” he says, low voice tight. Controlled.

She retreats, all too aware of the eyes that watch her go. Crosshair. Wrecker. They’re disappointed.

She is too.

Prompt: “Yeah, kid, we’re fine.”

Hunter is reading a message from Echo when Omega sits down next to him on the couch. Rigid and ramrod straight, she has her fingers knotted together in her lap, white knuckled. “I’m sorry for what I said,” she says, voice flat and careful. “I didn’t mean it. I never could.”

“I know, kid,” Hunter says. He puts his hand between them, palm up, an offering. Omega swallows audibly, unknots her fists, and puts her hand in his. He grips it tight. “I love you. Always will.”

Squeezing back, Omega says in a soft, breaking voice, “I love you too.”

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[neyswxrld]

never the same

POV Hunter, no pairing

summary: While Omega is on a mission, Hunter realises that it never will be like the good old times again.

warnings: a lot of nostalgia

words: ~1410

a/n: hello there! this is it. the final fic for @summer-of-bad-batch. with that i fulfilled all 28 of the offered prompts, and i'm actually very proud of myself for that. this event definitely was one of my favorite adventures this year, and it definitely motivated me to write a lot more. thanks for hosting this! prompts: radio silence and "yeah, kid, we're fine."

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"Still nothin'?" is the first thing Wrecker asks when he comes down the stairs in the morning.

He looks still a little rough from sleep, his shirt is wrinkled and his short, gray beard still manages to stand up in different directions.

A grin appears on Hunter's lips. The familiar sight of his brother in the mornings isn't anything he'd ever like to miss. Especially since he's finally able to sleep in a bed that is big and comfortable enough for the giant.

"Good morning to you, too," Hunter smiles and eats one of the delicious cookies Crosshair brought over a day ago. He'd never thought the former sniper would find a liking in baking sweet stuff, but here they are, and he's sure it's not the last reason his tummy got so soft in the last years.

But he wouldn't complain: Crosshair's food is tasty and he actually likes the sight of himself in the mirror like that.

"Mornin'..." Wrecker muffles and starts to brew himself some tea, looking at Hunter expectantly.

"No, didn't hear of them. But you know how it is - radio silence means no com chatter," Hunter unnecessarily explains.

Wrecker just rolls his eyes, but also picks up a cookie, already sighing at the taste before he even put it into his mouth.

"I know, I'm just worried," he admits, after chewing and swallowing down.

Oh, how familiar Hunter was with this feeling, too.

He's always worried about Omega. She'll forever be his baby sister who needs some kind of protection, but at the same time, he also knows he just can't always provide it for her.

Besides, she's all grown up now. He taught her everything he could. She can protect herself just fine.

"What do you think, how long will it be this time until we hear from her again?" Wrecker asks and Hunter just shrugs his shoulders. "Last time it was a week, before that a few hours. Could be anything between that and even longer," Hunter says, as if they haven't had that conversation several times now.

Wrecker sighs.

"It's just so... quiet without her. Boring," the big clone says, and a shadow of sadness crosses his face.

Hunter knew. He knew so well. First Crosshair moved out. He and his partner found a beautiful little home a few houses over, and even though Hunter was genuinely happy for his youngest brother, he already recognized how much more quiet the house was. How empty his place at the table was.

Then Omega tried to just sneak away a few years later. He knew her reasons, but he was still glad he could properly say goodbye to her.

And even though Crosshair was just a few houses over, and even though Omega sometimes visited and called in regularly, the house just felt empty, quiet, and boring.

He was so glad Wrecker was still by his side, even though he sometimes asked himself if his brother really was happy with their current situation.

But every time he asked him, Wrecker immediately got defensive and almost scared of Hunter leaving him, so he just kept that question for himself.

If Wrecker was ready or wanted to move on, he would.

"What's your plan for today?" Hunter asks him, and Wrecker thinks for a few seconds, before answering.

"I'll go and help Phee with some crates she has on her ship. She requested my help specifically," Wrecker grins and Hunter raises his eyebrows. Just like everyone's enhancements, Wrecker's also faded over the time. Of course, he is still a lot stronger than the average person, but Hunter knows his brother and his habit of overestimating himself too well.

At the same time, he knows Phee, and he immediately is sure she'll look after his brother, too. If he's being honest, he thinks she already packed the crates in a way that they aren't as heavy as they used to be. He's sure she could probably transport them herself, and just wants to make Wrecker happy.

"Sounds good. I'll probably go and help Shep. Some new arrivals landed tonight, and they need to get settled down," Hunter nods, taking a bite of another cookie.

"You remember today is Batch day?" Hunter asks, and Wrecker nods excitedly.

It's a weekly occasion, that they'll meet at the beach, in a bar, a restaurant or their houses and catch up with each other and spend time together.

Even though the three of them see each other often enough, they still decided to spare this one evening during the week to indulge in nostalgia and make it feel just like the old times.

They'd never miss the day, not for anything in this galaxy.

Wrecker and Hunter complete their morning routine, say goodbye to each other and try to fulfill their tasks as best as they could.

Hunter manages to help settle down about three new villagers. One of them was an elderly lady who smelled weirdly like dried fruit and old books, a man about his age with a small baby in his arms who cried the whole time, and a young woman, about thirty years old, who smiled at him weirdly, and said goodbye with a wink.

The day is over faster than he thinks and soon he's sitting in the living room of his and Wrecker's house. The latter one is stretched out over the couch, complaining about his aching back, and Crosshair is sitting next to them, irritating Wrecker even more.

Yeah, just like old times, he thinks and smiles to himself. Almost, at least.

It's in exact that moment, that his comm beeps. First one, then two times. Immediately, the other two stop bickering, and looking at Hunter expectantly.

When he takes out the small device and checks the callers ID, a small smile appears on his lips.

"It's Omega," he announces and Wrecker groans, relieved: "Finally!"

Hunter opens the com channel, while he and Crosshair try to move Wrecker upwards to a sitting position.

Well, it wouldn't be Wrecker if he was easy, right?

He starts laughing and just takes Crosshair and Hunter, pulling them down on him, pulling them close and huddles them close to each of his side.

"Oh, maker, are you okay?" Omega asks from Hunter's com, surely able to just see blurry forms and colors, due to Wrecker's unpredictable actions.

"Yeah, kid, we’re fine," Hunter says when they're finally able to look into her sister's face again. Omega jokingly rolls her eyes at his little "nickname" for her, but doesn't say anything about it. She's always going to be his kid in his heart, and she knows it.

"Oh, Omega! I missed ya!" Wrecker immediately exclaims and grins from ear to ear, his back pain already forgotten.

"I miss you, too," the young woman starts to smile and Hunter's heart warms just a little at that.

It's been so long since she's been here with them already.

"How was the mission?" Crosshair asks next, and Omega immediately starts talking about what they did and how they managed to pull some secret data out of an even more secret outpost and that most of them made it out unharmed.

When they each catch themselves up on what's going on and what happens around them on Pabu and in the Rebellion, all of them always have a huge smile on their face.

And even though it almost feels like the old times again, Hunter realizes one thing in this exact moment:

It doesn't matter how hard they try to make it work like the old times again. The bitter truth is - they can't. It will never be the same again. Too much happened, too much time passed, and too many people weren't here by their side anymore, who definitely deserved to be.

But what they can do is try to make it all worth it.

Live their lives how they're supposed to do. Be proud of what they've overcome and of what they figured out for themselves.

Be proud about what they did and what they made of it.

They still can enjoy the moments they have with each other and make the best of it.

Instead of trying to make old times again, they should start to look forward to the new ones.

There's still so much waiting for him, for them, and it would be a shame to miss out on that.

Even though it won't ever be the same again, it doesn't mean it's bad at all.

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[tlmtwelve]

"Yeah, kid, we're fine."

Week 11 Prompt: @summer-of-bad-batch

EDIT: I updated the sketch to have Omega's eyes closed since her open eyes were...not good. I like this much better!!

[savvy283]

Original Content

How will you integrate your created content so it's meaningful to your HTWG?

The space I picked was YouTube, so my HTWG as instructed will come in the form of a video. The analysis project as stated in another post dealt with title creation, so I feel like having a snazzy title is necessary with my created content.

[birdselb16]

Thursday Check - in

How much content should we create for the how-to-write guide draft this week? I was thinking of doing two examples of before-and-after cleaning videos, just like my content creators do and similar to what I hypothesized. I was wondering if there was a set amount of content you want.

@npfannen

[callmekas-posts]

Original Content Post 3

how will you integrate your created content so it's meaningful in your How to Write Guide? #writ318mu  #week11

Since I plan on doing a Power Point, I want to try and integrate videos onto different slides. I’m analyzing youtube videos so it make sense to create a video of my own. They might not be as creative as the videos that I’ve been analyzing but might take the form of more informational videos to align with the tips and tricks that I’ve noticed for the HTWG.

[sillygoose-stuff]

Rethinking Design

How are you rethinking style to design your How to Write Guide for a content creator audience?

I'm thinking of creating a nail polish themed presentation for the How to Write Guide. Using a themed presentation will hopefully make my tips and tricks easier to digest if it's themed around something all three of my content creators are familiar with.

I'm also planning on using quick, to the point wording and bullet points to fit into their busy lifestyle. My content creators are busy balancing running their successful nail polish business as well as organizing and creating content, so it's important that my guide isn't too busy or full of irrelevant material.

[falloniswriting]

Original Content Post !

Each tip in my guide is based on the data I collected, like comparing static vs. mid-action poses. Static poses got more engagement across the board, so that’s the tip I give. Then, right under each tip, I’ll include sample content I made following that exact strategy. For the static pose tip, I’ll use a photo of me in a static pose. That way, my readers can actually see what I mean and copy the style if they want. It’s about making the guide both visual and useful.

[zander-leik]

Original post

Honestly, having a good revision process is such a game-changer. Before this class, I kinda rushed through stuff and hoped for the best. Now I actually take time to read things like I’m the person on the other side of the screen. It’s not just fixing typos it’s making sure what I’m saying makes sense, sounds like me, and actually connects with people. I know this is gonna help me way past this class, whether it’s for content creation, job stuff, or just writing online. Good revision = better content, better messages, and way less “ugh, why’d I post that?”

[ookyspookypip]

og content 3

Having a good revision process is going to serve me in so many ways. For this class, I have really begun to understand the value in having a ton of SEPARATE rough drafts to look back on, and running up my google storage 10 fold. It's incredibly helpful though. It has helped me map my own thinking and see more value in my initial uneducated questions and points of interest that I got to circle back around to by the end once I had all my pieces in place. I am someone who typically has 1 doc where I revise and it was once a draft now a final. Separation has helped me organize my thoughts a whole lot better, and I will absolutely take that with me in all my drafting.

[aaronlpaul]

Original Writing Post (2/3)

Q: how are you rethinking style to design your How to Write Guide for a content creator audience?

This one has been more difficult for me, I think this is just because it's a complete 180 of the tone we were using for the previous assignment. Although I am trying to look at it as if I was the content creator and I was almost looking at a tutorial on how to increase my contents impact. I am trying to "dumb it down" per-say in the manor of having more step by step introductions to the analysis and process that went along with my content analysis.

[kybercrystals94]

Threat

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Summer of Bad Batch 2024 | Week 10 | “Just when were you planning on telling us that? | Week 11 | “I didn’t think I would get this far.”

Rated: G | Words: 100

Hunter stares, slack jawed, at the thing lying on the barrack’s table. He heaves a long suffering-sigh. “Just when were you planning on telling me that you were building a battle droid?”

Tech shrugs one shoulder. “To be quite honest, I did not believe I would get this far without your noticing by mere observation.”

A hard look. “You can’t keep this.”

A gasp. “Why not? It is deactivated. It poses no threat.”

“I’ll pose a threat if it isn’t gone when I get back.”

As Hunter leaves the barracks, he hears Tech grumble on a breath, “...has no appreciation…”

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[neyswxrld]

of horrible first dates & the feeling of being at home

Wrecker x gn!reader

summary: A cozy day with Wrecker cuddles!

warnings: kisses, some "spice" mentioned in one sentence, mentions of thieves and murderers, nostalgia but all in all just fluff!

word count: ~1030

a/n: hello there! another day, another @summer-of-bad-batch prompt! yay! this time i went for "i didn't think in would get this far." I hope you enjoy!

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Wrecker lies on his back, below you. His legs are angled in a way, that his feet are still on the ground while his knees are up in the sky.

You're sitting on top of him, on his lower belly. Your shins touch the floor next to his butt, and you use his thighs as some kind of backrest.

You're playing with each other's hands, holding them, stroke them, kiss them, while you're talking in soft voices and just enjoy the warm summer afternoon on your balcony.

The others are out, and while you could take that opportunity to do... other things, the two of you are too comfortable to move around much. Besides, it is way too hot. The other thing you could do is swimming, but even for that you are too lazy.

You're talking about different things, your soft murmurs carry through the garden, but it's too quiet to make out words, if someone isn't in the immediate range of the two of you.

You aren't sure how exactly you come up with the topics, but after a while the two of you wallow in nostalgia, remembering your first time together. How shy you've been around his brothers, after quite some months of keeping the relationship as a secret. If it hadn't been for Tech to burst in while the two of you were making out in the Marauder, thinking you were going to be alone for the day, you wouldn't know how long you would have kept it quiet. While you didn't know his brothers and weren't even in the position to tell them, Wrecker didn't really know how to do it and whenever he tried to tell them he got so awkward that he suddenly didn't get a word out. That's what he told you, at least. But in the end, the two of you were glad that it happened like that. Of course it was embarrassing when the first thing his brother sees of you is you making out with his brother, but it took some tightness off Wrecker's chest and he was finally able to happily tell them what was going on.

"I was so proud to tell them that I am in a relationship. That, in fact, I am in a relationship with you! Hehe, and their looks," Wrecker grins wildly and you also have to smile back, when you think about that moment.

"That's sweet to hear, Wrecker. Do you still remember our first date? Who would have thought we would end up like this, here?" you ask, and Wrecker smirks, a rosy blush on his face.

"Well, I didn't. I didn’t think I would get this far. At all," he grins, shaking his head in embarrassment, "That first date was horrible."

"Oh, certainly not only the first date, but also the way you approached me: 'You're so beautiful, I forgot my pickup line.', really?" You laugh and come down a little, so your faces are closer together. 

"Hey, I was being honest! You don't want to know what the initial pickup line was! I was just so stunned and amazed by you when I saw you even closer," he defends himself, and this time you're the one who gets a little flustered.

"Aw, yes, I have to admit that you were lucky that you indeed seemed to be honest. And that you have those happy puppy eyes," you admit and take a loving look in said eyes.

Wrecker looks back. One eye brown, the other a milky white. But both so genuine and kind. There are small wrinkles around the corners of his eyes, that appear with the every smile, and which make you adore him even more. At that moment, it feels like he directly looks into your soul. 

"But the date still was horrible, you had luck that this wasn't your fault either," you grin and Wrecker's smile brightens in the same way.

"Hey, who would have guessed that this restaurant would be so disgusting. And on top of that, those people next to us looked like they were about to stab and mug us," Wrecker says, shaking his head.

"Oh, yes. If I remember correctly, I saw one of their faces on the holonet a few days later, and that they were indeed charged for murder and worse," you agree and Wrecker raises his eyebrows.

"Well, no worries, I could have protected you. And then I would have shown you how to protect yourself. Some skin to skin, you know," he grins, mischievously and you roll your eyes, smiling happily.

Wrecker always tries to make the best out of unpleasant situations, no matter how bad they were.

When he still tried to make the date a good one, even after the horrible visit at that restaurant, you knew that you couldn't just let him slip. You knew you wanted to hold on to him, and wanted to try and see what the future brings.

And now, some years later, after you went through good and bad times, sometimes even more bad than good ones, you're here.

Sitting with him, on top of him, to be exactly, on the balcony of the house you share with his brothers, enjoying the warmth of the tropical island you're on.

If you had told that your earlier self, you wouldn't believe yourself.

"It was a horrible first date, but it certainly was an opening for an unbelievable happy and beautiful time after that," you say and come closer again.

Wrecker nods and smiles: "I'm glad you see it like that. And I think so, too," he says softly and then, he points his lips slightly, ready to receive a small kiss.

Pleased, you do what he wants from you and touch your lips with his.

When you part again, you don't move upwards again, so you can sit on him, but instead adjust your position so you can lay on top of him, putting your face near his neck and breathe in his scent.

He's gentle, he's warm, and the way you feel his breathing and hear his heartbeat makes you feel at home.

Yes, you think and close your eyes. Wrecker is your home.

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Original Content Pt.2

Having a good revision process will help me move forward with future projects, because it makes me more structured. I've been comparing my work with my actual research project through the library, and it has definitely helped me with that. I've successfully finished that project and I get to present at Made in Millersville on Tuesday. I can already say that it has greatly impacted my writing, and revision, and it helps me to ensure a thorough and strong project will always be the outcome.

[lillygcole]

#DrPGame Extra Credit

This was a funny memory from when my friend and I created content at the gym! We didn't realize how dusty the bar was when we climbed up to do "dead-hangs," we were wiping dust off our hands!