#believe it or not this is the better looking batch LMAO

[monsterbutch]

cupped cakes

[pcheyes]

since you are looking for requests, how about something valentines related with eunseok or seunghan? they're so valentine coded to me

ahh they are !!!

lovestruck

pairing: eunseok x fem reader

genre: fluff, friends to lovers,

warnings: eunseok is hopelessly in love

synopsis: your science partner just couldn’t get you out of his head, so he finally decides to do something about it

word count: 552 words

song suggestions: weak for your love-thee sacred souls

eunseok couldnt believe it.

how could you, of all people turn him into a stuttering mess? he hasnt had a crush since 7th grade, and Emily Pritchett sure had a lot to say about him. he was one of the tallest boys in the school but somehow whenever he was around you he shrunk his figure and his voice. 

you had only been paired up for a science project a few months ago, so how could everything change so fast?

maybe it was how caring you are.

immediately when you sat down next to him you introduced yourself, as if the whole school didnt know who you are. you were on the dance team, and their most flexible dancer, which won you guys multiple awards. you split up the work evenly and got to work. you pulled out your airpods and saw eunseok was just working on his own, a crimson hue already gracing his cheeks. you offer to him your other airpod and from then on every day you would listen to music. together.

after that project, he became infatuated with you. your looks, your kindness, your humor, everything.

so he decided to confess to you, on valentines day. (or  his friends would tell you for him)

he found out through some friends that you absolutely adore baked goods, so he baked you some macarons.

he planned to give you the macarons and a love letter along with it, during your lunch period. he walked over to your table and he tapped your shoulder.

 “can we talk?” 

you smile up at him “sure eunseok!”

you both walk out the cafeteria and eunseok leads you to a hallway. the hallway that happens to house the science class where you two were partnered up. 

“so uh, i baked you some macaroons, but its ok if you dont eat them, i kept having to make new batches. macaroons are really hard to make but i pulled through for you- i mean because-“ 

“actually i’m allergic to macaroons eunseok”

his face drops as he struggles to stuff the tin container filled with macaroons in his bag. “oh god sorry, i didnt know, but they’re crappy anyways, you deserve much better, I MEAN-“ 

suddenly he hears you laugh.

“eunseok i was kidding silly, i love macaroons, what flavour are they?”

“uh its a mix of strawberry velvet- shit i mean red velvet and strawberry’s” he hands you the tin with the love note in it. “i hope you enjoy them, i had my little brother taste them and he kept fake gagging, why am i telling you this.”

you take the tin and shuffle your feet. “anything else you wanna tell me?”

“actually yes” 

he takes a deep breath

“i’ve liked you for a long time now. you’re always so sweet to everyone and your humor is top tier, and you’re really pretty, and your voice is so soothing wait thats kinda weird. what i’m trying to say is i like you. a lot and i know its asking a lot for you to like me back but-“

he’s cut off by the tender kiss you leave him on his cheek. you wrap your arms around his neck.

“i’ve liked you for a long time silly, so, so much”

“i’m glad, i really like you too.”

authors note: literally i was cooking and then towards the end my brain gave out lmao, but hope you like it anon !!

[partyhorn]

Have u ever posted your comic or animation workflow anywhere? Im super curious on how you tackle the process, especially not using a drawing tablet. I know you have a very simple (and adorable) style so that probably helps in terms of workflow -- Im just curious about the steps you take.

Thank you! With both comics and animation my key thing is to not spend too much time on any particular thing, just draw loose and fast. Honestly the only downside to drawing with a mouse is that I can tell my arm has extremely specific muscle memory regarding it- if my mouse breaks and I get a new one I have to spend a good month or so just letting my hand get used to it again lol. Same with if my setup gets readjusted too much- right now my setup is my mouse on one of those padded mousepads, on top of 2 books, with my elbow resting on my 3DS case (I'll get an actual pillow or something for it eventually lol). But luckily thanks to this I suffer very minimal wrist pain 👍

(...Okay I started to go really in depth in my process here, so sorry if this is way more than what you were asking. Putting it under a readmore just to save space lol)

With MFM in particular, I start by writing out the entire script for the next story arc, which really is just all of the dialogue and vague notes about any important actions. Then I do the paneling with very loose stick-figure like sketches of where the characters are and what they're doing. I prefer having very little planning when it comes to character poses and panel shapes, coming up with those on the fly makes things much more exciting and faster to make. But it's the opposite with dialogue... it needs to be 100% FINAL before I draw a single line lol.

That's part of my script for my most recent chapter, as well as what my extremely loose goofy thumbnail sketching is like. I write the script as one big thing and don't separate it into pages until I actually start drawing- then I go and color change it just to keep track of what dialogue goes on each page

After that, I go back and do the ACTUAL sketch, as well as the lettering (I don't believe this is how it's done professionally. I used to do lettering as the very last step in the process... but then found it hard to cram speech bubbles in the right places lmao.) After that is lineart, coloring, background flat colors, then shading/rendering for all of it. I do each step in batches, as in I sketch out ALL pages of a chapter before moving to lineart, I line ALL pages before starting coloring, etc. I find it way easier to be productive when it's broken up like that, though when I first started the comic I used to draw each page to completion before starting the next (but also, the comic's style was DRASTICALLY simpler back then haha)

(Unfortunately I merged some of the shading to the background flat colors so it's not entirely accurate... oops) FireAlpaca has a sand texture feature that I only found out about last year- adding that to the backgrounds makes them look 10x better with WAY less effort.

With animation, it depends on the project. For simple 5-10 second animation I make for fun, there's very little planning lol. I skip some steps in the process- I'll sketch out the keyframes (and maybe any difficult inbetweens if necessary), line those, then go straight into making linework inbetweens. I'm not a cleanup artist and have no experience in that, so I always find trying to line my rough animation makes everything jittery and wobbly. If I do it with a clean line from the start then I can avoid that and save a lot of time 👍

For my bigger projects (such as the Parvey cartoon and the MFM Kickstarter trailer), I do the whole animatic with final audio first and foremost, with the animatic being almost like the keyframes. I split them up into individual shots, .mp4 files anywhere between 1-30 seconds usually, and animate those one at a time. I'm a huge fan of free to use programs and try to use them as much as I possibly can, here's a list of the ones I use:

FireAlpaca- for the actual drawing part itself (storyboarding/animating/etc). FireAlpaca has a feature that lets you export every frame as it's own drawing, as well as an onion skin mode

Windows Movie Maker- for compiling all of those frames into video format, creating individual shots. If you upload all of your frames and set them to around 0.08 seconds, it equals about 12fps (I usually animate at 0.10 seconds/10fps, its a bit slower but looks nice)

Onlinesequencer.net- for making music. It's the place I've made all of my songs on, like the timeloop song, hyperworkaholic, and the background music for the MFM Kickstarter trailer.

Audacity- for editing audio/music. Also great for recording things directly from your desktop

DaVinci Resolve- for editing and putting together all of the shots into one big video. Can get kind of intensive on the computer during rendering, so watch out.

YouCut (app)- also for editing and compiling shots, I used this one a lot a couple years back but I'm not sure how well it holds up. Doesn't need much phone storage to download but needs a lot to render videos.

MS Paint (yes really)- for typing up text. FireAlpaca has a text option but I don't like it as much as Paint's.

...The only thing I genuinely can't do alone is voice acting. Luckily there's a big voice acting community on Twitter and they're all amazing to work with!

This got... way more in depth than I planned for it to be, so sorry if this is way more than what you were asking lol. But that's my general process when it comes to my art 👍

[baddest-batchers]

THE BAD BATCH SEAON 3 FINALE THOUGHTS & MAJOR FEELINGS 😭

spoilers below the cut~

• Crosshair’s. Shaking. Hand. While they were approaching Tantiss. My heart was in my throat. Then his attempting to Plan 99 I was about to scream‼️ But thankfully Hunter & Wrecker vetoed that shit real quick thank u for ur service boys and for saving Crosshair 🫡😭

• Omega: PRISON BREAK KIDS LETS GOOOOOOO

• OUR GIRL RELEASED THE ZILLO AND THE ZILLO SAID YEET! The way it chomped that one guard lmao

• Echo & Emerie = sick af brother sister team-up. They got shit done‼️‼️

• Echo calling Omega Havoc 5, I love them sm

• The three of them releasing the clones 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

• I had a hunch Nala Se was going to die. That was kinda sad tbh but she took Rampart with her so she’s such a g for that

• CX-2 cutting off Crosshair’s hand made me shake and cry. I literally could not believe what I saw. And during that entire sequence I was still thinking he was Tech, too. 😭😭😭😭😭

• WRECKER BABY I THOUGH HE WASN’T GONNA MAKE IT BUT HE WENT FULL HULK MODE AND I LOVED IT

• Hemlock is a sick bastard. That mf was going to recondition our boys or throw them away. FUCK I WANTED TO PUNCH HIM SO BADLY.

•Hunter spearing CX-2. My heart dropped and now it’s just empty because it wasn’t Tech. Why did they waste so much time on him during the rest of the season then?? To string us along and make us think it was Tech????? JENNIFER I’M IN YOUR WALLS.

• I absolutely love how none of the boys held back. They were in it for better or for worse.

• HEMLOCK HANDCUFFING HIMSELF TO OMEGA WAS NOT ON MY BAD BATCH FINALE BINGO CARD

• WET HAIR HUNTER WET HAIR HUNTER WET HAIR HUNTER

• Crosshair being so afraid he’d accidentally shoot Omega 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

• CROSSHAIR LINING UP THE SHOT ON HUNTER’S SHOULDER LIKE HE DID WITH TECH BACK IN TCW 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 HUNTER’S CONFIDENCE IN HIS BROTHER WHO WAS MISSING HIS FUCKING HAND MIND YOU OMG

• CROSSHAIR MAKING THE SHOT

• HUNTER SHOOTING HEMLOCK LIKE 10 TIMES HE DESERVED THAT. THANK YOU.

• the score, Omega running to her brothers I was crying i replayed that scene 10 times 😭

• Omega looking at her brothers then to Crosshair’s hand and then running to hug him sent me into full on ugly cry. We got their hug guys 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 plus a little group hug guys im so unwell over this shot

• the entire ending was so bittersweet. Like DBB said, it was full of hope. The rest of the boys got to watch Omega grow up and that was what they so desperately deserved after all they had been through.

• We got DILF Hunter too guys 😭 and Omega is a pilot, like Tech 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 their hug was just so sweet and then her keeping Lula and Tech’s goggles on her ship 🥺😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

• I definitely think there might possibly be another show announcement coming with how it ended, I mean pilot Omega for the rebellion???? LETS GOOOOOO PLEASE

• I’m equal parts happy with this ending and sad. I think it was such a waste of time and narrative to have so many scenes with focus on CX-2 and 1. Not reveal him. 2. Not have him be Tech. Like that would have been such an insanely good story line to have followed. But nope ofc not 😔. My heart is empty because we didn’t get Tech back but then again there is still a chance he’s alive, right? Right????? I will die on this hill of delulu. But all in all, it was a good ending to this masterpiece of a show. My heart is forever changed by the Bad Batch and I will love them for a long time to come.❤️🖤

[half-truths-and-hyperbole-louk]

Louk's Bad Batch rewatch part 7 yalls

Lets go batchers 🤟

The Bad Batch 1x03

Omega and Gonky 💕

"Chow time" ~ Hunter dad

get you someone who looks at you the way Wrecker looks at food fr

Hunter and Wrecker are the same height again ?? isn't Hunter teeny ??

honestly makes me so happy to see Echo eating something lol

"It's not affecting life support, we're fine" ~ Tech lmaoo 💀

Wrecker hits his head count: 3

"We're gonna die we're gonna- 😲 be fineee" ~ he's trying !!!

Omega pulling out Crosshair's weapon kit 🥲 they all look so sad oml my heart 😭

"I kinda miss him" ME TOO WRECKER

They're all so confused I just wanna jump in the screen and explain it to them 🙃

CROSSHAIR'S BACK !!!

okay do we think the kaminoans *actually* removed his inhibitor chip in this scene ?? or they just told him they did to see what he'd do or something??

the scans behind him show the chip still in and he doesn't have a cut on his head like the others do 🤔 (I have more on this in later eps)

Tarkin and Rampart in the same scene 🤢🤢🤢

elite squad? where?

Tech and Echo squabbling like teenagers lmao

aww Omega describing the creature like "it was 👈this👉 big" sometimes I forget how kid she is like that's just a little girl right there 🥺

"That would've been good to know beforehand Tech" ~ Echo 💀

Omega asks if she's part of the squad and Tech and Echo just look at Hunter... who looks to them for an answer ? I guess lol and Echo just shrugs at him 😂😂

can we take a second to appreciate the animation of their breath in the masks 😍 they've come a long way from early tcw 👌

"Loyalty means everything to the clones" ~ Anakin who knew them personally vs Rampart believing the elite squad are better soldiers because they chose to be there? 👎

Omega copying Hunter tracking 🥰

"We'll find a way to get him back" ~ Omega about Crosshair 😭😭😭 her little hand grabbing Hunter's arm 😭 it's too much

she's so brave omg I'm so proud of her !!

how DARE these new randos wear clone armour 😠

Hunter's sigh of relief when he picks Omega up out of the cave 🥺

more clones eating !!! with their lil trays !!

y'all what is up with the kaminoans they're so sketchy literally all the time

Crosshair looking back at their board 😭😭

also it makes me super uncomfortable seeing these new soldiers sleeping in their beds... like just get out of their room !! 😠

Crosshair's Kallus moment 👀

Wrecker made Omega a room !!! 🥰😭💕

AND GAVE HER LULA 😭💕

Echo's lil nod of approval 🥺

"You're part of this squad now too" I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

I am so normal about this whole show 😭

tysm for joining again my friendsss 💕

[soleilnomoon]

hello kaia! this is for your 555 follower sticky and sweet event ! congrats !

i would like to order a chocolate mousse, cotton candy, churro, candy necklace, and shortbread cookie with caramel and number 1 from the secret menu. for zoro from one piece. (I am a sucker for him istg.) tysm!

hello, hello! thank you v much (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤ it's all so surreal tbh lmao thank u for being patient, this was a labor of love so to speak (i love zoro too, i'm sure u can tell).

2.5k words, gn reader (no pronouns), nsfw, 18+ mdni, zoro is a dumbass and needs to do better - although, according to him, a lil rough makeup sex is the way to go; feat. a lil jealousy, lots of angst, smut, maybe some fluff if u pretend idk i'm bad at it; also an appearance from sanji!

freshly baked cupcakes sit on a large tray on the kitchen table; you watch, in awe as he prepares the frosting — swift, precise, and graceful. you wish you had an ounce of his talent, even mumble that when you attempt to sample a cupcake. because he is so apt at detecting movement in his kitchen, without looking over his shoulder, he scolds you.

“y/n… you can’t have one yet. they’re too hot.” 

you roll your eyes and leave the cupcake alone, sighing loudly, dramatically drumming your nails against the table, which earns you a few chuckles from the skilled chef as he puts frosting into individual piping bags. you suppose he has a point; why bother consuming the small piece of cake without any toppings? you’re not luffy, you can keep your urges at bay — for the most part.

“it’s taking too long,” you whine and hop up from the chair you previously occupied, needing something to do with your hands. “can i help?” normally, you just watch; you know he’s particular about his craft and rarely lets anyone assist him, but he seems to be in a charitable mood, so he extends a smaller piping bag for you to practice with. 

after fooling around for a few minutes, you get the hang of things, and sanji allows you to frost the first batch of cupcakes without assistance. before you’re allowed to touch anything else, he makes you thoroughly clean your hands and even goes so far as to inspect them afterwards. you don’t take offense to it, of course — it’s a habit of his. he likes things tidy and safe; he doesn’t need anyone getting sick on his watch. 

“don’t rush,” he warns when you squeeze the bag too hard, “be gentle. consider them as delicate creatures that need to be handled gently.” you blink repeatedly, let out a loud laugh, which causes his cheeks to flush a dark shade of pink. 

“sorry, sorry. i’m not laughing at you, not really.”

the pout on his face means he doesn’t believe you, but you ignore that and frost the cupcakes under his careful guidance. you struggle with the last one, so he places a hand over yours to steady it, giving you a tip on precision — one he learned many years ago from the surly cook he studied under.

after training in the sun for an extended period of time, roronoa zoro opts to cool off inside by fetching a cold glass of water from the kitchen. brows furrowed closely, he watches how easily you laugh with the idiotic cook, how you haven’t pushed him away from you, how you seem a little too comfortable standing that close to him. as someone who prides himself in keeping his composure, especially under times of duress, this shouldn’t be an issue.

and yet, his irritation seeps out of his pores, follows him as he walks to the refrigerator, guides him as he pulls out the pitcher of water, and instructs him to slam the door once he’s done. both you and sanji look up from the table, startled at his intrusion — but you know that look on his face; something’s pissed him off. you open your mouth to greet him but he breezes past you without glancing your way, confusion swirling inside of you, making you think ridiculous things.

sanji takes note of your deflated expression and the way your lips tug downwards; frowning doesn’t suit you, he decides, but, like you, he’s confused over zoro’s childish behavior. you don’t question him when he pats your head gently, murmurs that you can take as many cupcakes as you like — which does perk you up a bit — before his long legs carry him outside of the kitchen and over to the one place he knows zoro is probably holed up in.

zoro is in the middle of a one-armed push up when sanji finds him.

while he knows the swordsman hates having his sanctuary desecrated by the stench of sanji’s cigarettes, he lets it slide; he’s too worked up.

his voice is gruff when he asks, “what do you want?”

sanji exhales deeply, sliding a free hand into his pocket as he leans against the wall closest to the door. “you’re an idiot, you know that?”

a scoff tumbles out of zoro’s mouth and he keeps on with his pushups. it’s not uncommon for them to bicker out of nowhere, but he’s in the middle of training and doesn’t have time to listen to whatever fanciful stories the cook has for him today.

“anything else?” he stands up and stretches his arms before heading to the weight bench.

a vein bulges on the side of sanji’s head at zoro’s ignorance. “y/n wanted to bake something special for you,” he starts, voice even and calm as he speaks in between puffs of his cigarette, “but as you know, none of you are close to my skill level, so i did most of the work.” zoro blinks, stupidly, at his crew mate, eye narrowing as he contemplates his statement. “also… something about an anniversary? i’m not sure.” which is a bold-faced lie, but zoro doesn’t need to know that. 

maybe if he lights a fire under his ass, zoro might grow a clue.

despite being one of the more perceptive members of your crew, zoro is hopeless when it comes to romance and communicating his feelings. you know that, you understand it, even — the rejection hurts all the same. you’ve eaten five cupcakes and are on your sixth when you decide to take a bath and soak away all of the negativity. 

a heavy knock against the bathroom door shakes you out of your thoughts; you assume whoever it is, they’ll go away once they realize it’s occupied. the knocking persists even after you yell “what?”, even after you climb out of the large bathtub and throw a fluffy towel around your body, and when you yank the door open, you’re fully prepared to tell them off but hesitate when you see that it’s him.

he stares at you for a moment — watches the way water drips down your neck and onto your chest, how you shift to pull the towel around you tighter as your hand grips the door handle tightly. it takes everything in you to not slam the door in his face; but you won’t, you can’t. it wouldn’t be right, and you, at the very least, have a bit more tact than he’ll ever have.

you raise a brow, annoyance simmering deep inside of you, desperate to climb out — but you push it down, as far as you can. you won’t let your emotions get the best of you. because if you do, you’re not sure if you’ll ever be able to salvage things with him.

he opens his mouth, but closes it just as quickly, the words he saved for his apology lodged tightly in the back of his throat, paralyzed due to his inaction. you place a hand on your hip and roll your eyes when he still doesn’t say anything.

“know what? forget it. i can’t do this right now. i’m in the middle of a bath.” it’s quite obvious that you were, but you still feel the need to say it; and even then you hold out for zoro to say something. he runs a hand down his face, exhaling his frustrations — with himself, with you, with the meddlesome cook — half-expecting you to fuss at him all over again. but when you don’t, he considers leaving you to your bath, maybe he can try again another time.

his hesitation makes you snap, and before you can stop yourself, your mouth is on the move again. 

“coward.”

the word cuts into his skin, halts his movements entirely; there’s a sliver of rage, but it’s mostly confusion mixed with anguish at your terseness. it’s his fault, really, and he’s coming to terms with that, but still, he never thought you out of everyone important in his life would ever call him cowardly.

while you expected to feel some sort of elation at having the last word, you don’t. there’s a heaviness that you desperately want to get rid of, so you move to the side and motion for him to come in. this time, he doesn’t hesitate, especially as he closes the door behind him and reaches a large, tanned hand out to grab onto your arm.

you try to keep your head clear, but whenever you’re this close to him, it’s like your body has an agenda of its own. his grip is firm, hand rough against your skin, but you like it — a lot more than you’re willing to admit right now. he struggles, again, to get the right words out, and while you want to stay mad at him, you can’t. his brows slope downward as he attempts to formulate a coherent enough response for you, but you stop him.

“you’re an idiot,” you say with a nod; he grunts but reluctantly agrees with your opinion, his gaze softening as you take a step closer to him. “and, you’re going to make it up to me.” because you don’t like him jumping to conclusions without properly talking to you; although, you suppose the way you and sanji were standing together might have seemed intimate. you sort of understand his line of thinking, and in hindsight, everything about it is so damn silly. 

“also,” you turn and wrap your arms around him, press your cheek against his firm chest, “you’re the reason why i ate five cupcakes in a row.” your cheeks flush at the confession, and he chuckles as he moves a hand to the back of your neck.

“does that mean you need to burn off the calories?”

you whip your head to stare at him and slap a hand on his arm, his audacity shocking you into silence, until you take in the heated look he gives you. oh. oh. you hadn’t realized what he meant and took his words literally; again, your cheeks flush terribly, making it impossible to look at him. “you’re the worst,” you mumble, feeling bashful for some reason, which only encourages him to tease you some more.

“i’ve been told that a lot, lately.” mostly by you, but he takes each jab as words of endearment, really. and even though you really don’t like how vulnerable you feel right now, you’re happy that you’re finally on the same page as him. your towel falls to the floor, but you don’t bother picking it up. instead, you lose bits of your resilience when zoro pulls you in for a kiss, the residual sweetness from the cupcakes you inhaled earlier still on your tongue. he’s never been a big fan of baked goods or overly sweet things, but he loves kissing you — and, more importantly, tasting you. 

breathing becomes irrelevant, as you press your body closer, desperate to consume him the way he consumes you. you’re well-aware there’s something bizarre with that line of thinking, but your logic doesn’t function properly when zoro kisses you like it’s the only thing that makes sense to him. everything about you is soft and delicate — reminding him of one of those cute pastries that sanji whips up to impress the others — almost as if he could easily break you in half without trying. 

but when your curious hands slide in between you and rub against his growing erection, he remembers that you’re not at all what you seem; much more impish than innocent — sassy and extremely playful. you tug on his sweatpants impatiently, bringing it lower until you pull out his cock. he pulls away briefly, breath ragged as he pushes you against the wall, hand moving around to firmly squeeze around your throat.

you gasp in surprise, but his mouth is on you almost immediately — all tongue and teeth, roughly tugging and licking, your body yearning for more. you fuss with the remainder of his clothes and when they’re cast aside on the floor, he presses kiss after kiss along your jaw, your neck — bite marks visible along your clavicle and chest. you know there will be bruises later, but you don’t care. you stroke his cock, enjoying the way his hips jut forward at your touch, his moans quiet, but loud enough to send shivers down your body. 

his hands settle on your ass and you wrap your legs around him when he picks you up, peppering kisses on his face, dragging your tongue down the length of his throat, biting him back and sucking on the skin. his cock is thick and heavy against you, and you’re not sure what possesses you, but you greedily whisper, “hurry,” against his lips. zoro lines the tip of his cock with your entrance, both of you pausing as he inches inside of you. pressing you against the wall, he thrusts into you once, pulling back before thrusting into you again. you let out a strangled cry, nails clawing at his back as you moan his name repeatedly, hips rolling as his thrusts get harder. he knows he should probably slow down, take his time with you, but he’s too far gone and you’re experiencing too much bliss — the high from zoro fucking you will last for hours, it’s why you let him have his way.

but, since he feels a little bad about earlier, he presses his lips to your ear, telling you that you’re doing so well and fuck, you feel so damn good and also you can take a little more, i know you can. his words infiltrate your body, settle in your mind, covering you in a lust-filled haze, one that burns you relentlessly. skin slick with sweat, you clench around his thick cock, small bursts of pleasure erupting within both of you at the sensation. zoro powers into you, ferocious and unapologetic, hips rocking against yours as his cock kisses a spot that’s far enough to have you in tears, thighs trembling under his firm grip, his fingers digging into your plush skin. what pushes you over the edge is the tender way he’s kissing you, and maybe it feels a little romantic to simultaneously cum at the same time as him. 

you should feel a bit of shame for the lewd way you keep clenching around him, but you don’t; and how could you? you like him and he likes you, that’s all there is to it.

you’re an intoxicating fixture in his life, one that has him acting up from time to time — it’s not because he doesn’t trust you, but rather he thinks you’re too damn good for him; and maybe you are, but you still want to be with him all the same, his rugged demeanor has grown on you, his brutal honesty an admirable trait that you won’t find with anyone else. you know it’s not love, and you’re not cynical enough to call it obsession, but it’s a mix between the two, one that is overly complicated for everyone outside of your relationship to try and understand. 

thankfully, they don’t bother you too much about it, and since zoro hates explaining himself, they don’t bother him about it either.

[0oolookitsme]

Carving Pumpkins and Making a Memory

Type- One-Shot

Verse- Artist!Harry x Housewife(tuition teacher)!Y/n

Warnings- None, just fluff <3

Word Count- 3.3k

A/n- Happy Halloween in advance everyone!! Here's a cozy fic because I couldn't write a spooky one lmao. Hope you enjoy!

All of the Halloween decoration was up in the house, spread everywhere as if this house was made to be lived in during the spooky month only. All those cute white ceramic ghosts that Y/n had thrifted were up on her over-flowing bookshelves in the living room while a black-coloured hand-shaped candle that looked scary when burning was placed in Harry’s art room- a fact he wasn’t very fond of. He remembers her excuse being that their baby, Opal, doesn’t crawl in their considering the fact that the door to it is always closed and when it is open, she’s fast asleep. And that if Opal were to see, she’ll be scarred.

The leaves outside have started turning a tinge of red and yellow from their edges. All the animals seem to be scattering around to collect food and get ready for the winter season.

Y/n, who had entered the kitchen to make tea and warm up some milk, is now enchanted by a Squirrel collecting seeds from the tree branch that hangs over the kitchen window.

Just yesterday evening, when she had gone to pluck out some flowers from one of the flower beds in the park right in front of her apartment, she had accidently ripped out a clutch of soil by pulling on a stubborn stem- and while she had been mad at the dirt on her skirt, she had also been mesmerized by the sight of more than ten nuts and seeds stored in there.

She can only hope that it’s the same squirrel in whose storage of food she had added some more seeds. And that the storage was 0f a squirrel only. She’d just like to believe that better than it belonging to a naughty kid.

She’d also like to believe that it’s Harry who has woken up and is padding around the house and not some ghost she accidently summoned or jinxed.

“Good morning.”

She’s sure that it’s his voice which is sounding -unusually- very much awake. Turning to face him, she eyes him suspiciously, observes his wet hair and comes to a conclusion that he’s showered and ready for the day. “Let me guess …because of ‘two days before Halloween’?”

“Mhm,” he nods, encircling his arms around her waist and pressing a kiss onto her lips which are pulled into a smile. He can taste her cinnamon flavoured lip balm, making him crave the first batch of cookies of Fall he had baked yesterday with the two people who make him a family man- his 10months old daughter and his ever-lovely wife.Yes, Opal had sprinkled a little too much cinnamon powder on them, but they still ended up tasting good!

He steps away after pressing one final kiss on her now dry lips, that perfect flavour now on his lips. Moving to her side, he also peeks a look at the scenery outside through their window, taking a cautious look at her face after a few seconds. “Don’t you think it’s the perfect day to carve pumpkins?”

Closing the lid of the electric water warmer, she turns to look him dead in the eyes. “Don’t pretend that the weather made you think that, H,�� she dead-pans, her eyes falling in splits while a smile creeps up the corners of her lips.

His eyes on the other hand, instantly light up at her light and good mood, laughing out breathily in relief. “Please! Don’t you think it’d be so fun to do that with honeybug!” He tries to convince her fully, seeing she’s halfway there by herself, and also referring to their baby as ‘honeybug.’ That’s a nick name he’s sure she wouldn’t appreciate when she’s a little older and understands things better.

“You did not bring her into this you knob-head!” She whisper-yells, stabbing his chest with her index finger.

Mumbling two small ‘ow’s, he immediately continues: “I’ll take that as a, yes?” Cheering when she pulls on a smug face. “Should we do it right now?” He asks excitedly.

“why not,” she answers just as giddily. “I’ll bring Opal.”

It only takes her a few strides before she’s opening her bedroom door and seeing a giggling Opal, playing and trying to reach the toy hanging down the middle of her crib. She still hisses in pain at seeing that new-bigger crib that destroyed their budget for the month of August. She doesn’t know why they didn’t just buy a bigger one in the first place- maybe it was because they never thought of her growing up ‘not enough to have her own bed but enough to not sleep in a crib’ and maybe it was also because she was feeding so well that she was growing up faster and healthily.

Though all that pain sweats off of her when y/n’s eyes land on Opal once again. Her flushed out cheeks and the two small milk-teeth that have grown in the center of her upper gum make her look so cute that y/n could literally dress her up as a bunny for the Halloween.

Wait. That’s a such a cool idea! She’s got the two teeth at front, she’s growing up fast- referring to tall, so she can be that rabbit from Winnie the Pooh! Holy-

A squeak from Opal snatches y/n’s attention and she’s almost running to cradle her frame in her arms. “Good morning,” she greets her, rubbing their noses together gently as she walks back into the kitchen to discuss the outfit idea she just had with Harry first, and then plan out the pumpkin carving. Just as she raises her eyes to see Harry, her eyes meet the sight of paint brushes and paint boxes -black and orange specifically- spread out on the kitchen slab.

“And what is all this?” She asks, snapping him out of his trance.

“Oh, I’ve planned something, come here,” he urges her, motioning his hand in his direction for her to come to him. When she does, he bends down to presses a kiss onto their daughter’s cheeks and then straightens back up, looking over at y/n to make sure he still has her attention- which he definitely does. “I was thinking about painting Opal’s hands with black paint, and then placing them onto the sides of that small white pumpkin, then placing our painted hands below hers …that’d look spooky and make a good memory to look back onto, yeah?’

“That’s such a cool idea, but I’m sure we’ll need to be careful with the hand placements or else we might ruin it,” stating she nods along with Harry. “Also, I had an idea too. I saw her teeth and thought we can dress her up as the rabbit from Winnie the Pooh!”

That makes him laugh- laugh out loud. “Don’t embarrass her like that!” He squeaks out, calming from laughing. “But she’d look so much cuter, so we can surely do that… maybe do her hair in two pigtails too as in the bunny’s ears!”

She gasps in ‘oh that’s such an awesome idea’ and high-fives him as they both grin over each other’s quite impressive ideas.

“’Kay so I’ll feed her, you start off by carving out your pumpkin and please take the seeds outside of it, I need to dry some of them,” she requests as she pours in half a spoon of honey in the milk bottle and mixes it with the same.

Humming in response, he takes out the first orange pumpkin he sees when he opens the lower cabinet and places it on the dining table, beside the big knife.

A cold breeze pushes into the warm environment inside their home through the open window and instinctively, y/n takes the shawl which she had hung on the back of the chair and drapes it over Opal’s back. Leaning to her side a little bit, she also closes the window to keep Harry from catching a cold, which is very easy for him- as easy as it’s a literal game of his left hand.

The only noise filling the void right now is the sound of Harry plunging a knife in and out of the pumpkin and honeybug sucking on the …nipple thingy of her milk bottle. Y/n isn’t sure if the other two can hear the sound of her lovesick heart beating, but she surely can as it pumps blood in her arteries as dreamily as it can.

Harry on the other hand, puts his right hand inside the pumpkin without any problem and takes out the seeds with all the other wet stuff sticking on them. Putting it all on a plate, he moves towards the sink right beside where the slab ends, and y/n sits with a pink cheeked baby they made. Slowly he washes out the pumpkin from inside, knowing the stickiness inside grosses his wife out and don’t even get him started on how much the flies wandering atop the pumpkin infuriated her that time they didn’t wash it’s inside out.

Considering the fact that Opal’s getting droopy, Y/n moves to take the toy that she had left on the dining table last night while trying to get her to sleep and shakes it over the baby’s head- the sound of balls moving inside trapping her attention. Just as y/n leaves the toy in her hand, her mouth is left open ajar and she puts the bottle aside, placing Opal on the dining table.

Running in the room, she grabs two pillows and comes back to place them behind Opal so that if she were to crawl or roll, the pillow would stop her for enough time in which either her or Harry will be able to get ahold of her.

Taking her phone out of charging, she clicks on Spotify and puts on the ‘sitting by the fire’ playlist she had found just two days ago, feeling very happy when the ‘30mins add free listening’ add pulls up on the screen.

Bumping her shoulder with Harry’s she kisses the dimple that pops out before turning around to take out another pumpkin for herself to carve. Although the moment she bends down to just that, she feels a sneaky slap on her butt followed by an immediate uncontrollable laughter escaping Harry’s nose.

“Seriously, H?” She mumbles, pushing on his butt with hers and unintentionally making him laugh harder.

Dismissing her actions, Harry moves onto carving out the second eye. “You know my dad had named me pumpkin to talk to me when I was still in my mum’s womb. But when I grew up to be a pumpkin lover, he really thought he had cast a spell on me or something,” he laughed after telling her that story for the thousandth time. He just thinks it’s so fun and it’s hard not to think so when she laughs at that every time.

A few high-pitched squeaks are heard from Opal too, causing Harry to gaze at her in awe, while Y/n just laughs at the cute sound.

“Do you have a story about anything paranormal happening to you?” He asks her out of blue when she finally comes back with a same orange pumpkin but slightly bigger. “I don’t and that’s so upsetting to me,” he continues.

Listening to him complain, she chuckles. “I beg your pardon in advance for the disappointment my answer’s going to cause you, H… Because no, I don’t.” He just sighs in defeat as a response.

But jerking, he quickly re-treats and snatches y/n’s phone. Pausing the playlist, he searches for podcasts that tell ghost stories and have convincing ratings.

“Ooh, why didn’t I come up with that?” Y/n meekly says, peaking at the screen from beside him.

He scoffs and frames a smirk on his lips, earning himself a smack on his back from her because of that. Finally settling on a podcast, he presses play on the episode named: ‘Food at a Funeral.’ He places the phone back where it was earlier and fixes his attention on Y/n’s pumpkin, who’s got one eye carved out. Seeing her busy with that, he also fixes his attention back on the eye he was carving on his pumpkin- but not before tickling Opal on a few spots before she ignores him and goes back to playing with her toy.

Once again, the family gets surrounded by some comfortable silence as they be alone with each other.

Not even one of them is listening to podcast, but it’s still nice to have some background noise- no offense. Just as Harry finishes with his pumpkin he asks y/n if she wants some help, but when she dismissed it, he goes to sit on the chair and takes Opal in his lap, playing with her tiny hands and feet, pretending to take a bite of them every once in a while- making her squeak and giggle loudly.

When he starts massaging her back lightly, his mind starts reminding him of that time when Opal was still in y/n’s belly, and she had started kicking by the midst of sixth month. He would try to hold her feet or fist with his fingers every time they would appear on the thin skin of her bump, but she would take her limbs back in- it was as if they used to play cat and mouse. Sometimes it got so intense that Harry had to brush his hands soothingly alongside her bump to get Opal to calm down.

And sometimes Y/n would lie about pain just to get him to massage her anywhere. He even told her that she could just ask, and he would do it, but she continued to lie anyways. It was like a strange fetish of hers during those nine precious months.

Sliding the knife onto the slab, Y/n drags out a chair and takes a seat on it, seeming as if a vampire just sucked a little too much blood out of her. “I’m done, H. You paint her palms, I’ll hold her, so she doesn’t smack you or herself with her painted hands, yeah?”

Harry stands up, placing Opal in the center again before going over to the counter to get the paint and the brushes ready. “You want a massage tonight?” He asks her, not facing her due to sudden shyness.

“Oh my god is that even a question? It’d be so nice if you do it wherever we’ll place these pumpkins. Imagine an earthly scented candle flickering inside a pumpkin while you massage my back. Sounds like heaven to me,” she says, ending it with a dreamy sigh, making harry chuckle on the other side.

“C’mon, just a few more minutes and then you can let your muscles rest,” he encourages her, moving towards Opal to get her near the edge, the pumpkin and themselves.  

Getting up like an old man, she goes to hold the little one’s upper arms, placing a kiss on the top of her head. A wide grin plasters itself on both her and Harry’s faces when he starts painting her palms and she starts squeaking and laughing heartily, probably because of the feeling of the wet brush tickling her soft-tiny palms.

Y/n was still holding Opal as Harry placed her palms on the pumpkin, right in the middle of the sides that can be seen. It takes time to do the same with the second hand on the other side, but once it’s over; they make sure to wash her hands properly before moving onto themselves.

It doesn’t them much time to paint their palms and press them onto the cold surface of the pumpkin, surprised that their hand even fit on that small one. Y/n placed her hands above Opal’s hands and Harry placed his’ below Opal’s, making the print seem like butterfly wings instead of a monstery-pumpkin with three hands.

It looks cute though, so Harry will just carve out its eyes in ink-drop shape and let it be.

Once it’s all done, y/n realized that they indeed lost track of time again. She quickly mashes some banana with some milk and honey in a small bowl and let’s Harry feed it to Opal, while she quickly prepares some spiced up Oats for her and him, feeling absolutely no energy to make anything else and he did feel like having something with spices in it anyways, so.

Stirring the almost done meal, she glances back and sees Opal sleeping with her mouth open, cradled in Harry’s arms. “I’ll just put her in the crib,” he informs her before getting up cautiously and moving out. These are the time when she feels like time is moving by too fast.

She lets the smell of spices fog her mind as she serves it into two bowls and places them on the dinner table, placing a jar of water and two glasses alongside and Harry appears back just in time to start the dinner with her or else she’s sure she would’ve started it without him.

“I’ll place the pumpkins. You just give me the candles ‘kay? You can sit and come down from the high till then. After that, your muscles shall be massaged.” Harry suggests her, taking both of their bowls and placing them in the sink while chuckling.

“Aren’t you tired too, though?”

“You’re a low energy person love, I’ll just need to sleep, and I’ll be up like same in the morning.”

She hums, reaching for a box above the fridge which hoarded all the candles and hands it to him after some struggle. “Thank you,” she appreciates him and pecks his lips before going in her room to change her clothes and brush her teeth.

Harry decides he’ll just massage her in their bedroom so that she can pass out without any worry of getting up and having to switch rooms. He goes and places a pumpkin on his bedside table, so that it doesn’t burn in front of her face and not let her sleep because of the bright light. He’ll just put it away when he too goes to sleep, simple.

He places the other one in the kitchen, thinking she’ll love the smell the earthly scent in the morning. He leaves it in the center of the dining table before rushing to go brush his teeth as well- forgetting about the small pumpkin left on the slab itself.

Doing just one round of brushing, he scrapes his tongue, splashes some water on his face and dries it out by y/n’s towel. It just smells so much like those good-smelling creams she uses, seeing she does her skincare at nighttime.

Coming back out of the bathroom, he huffs when he sees her passed on his side of the bed. Will he be able to move her without waking her up? Cause she has this nasty problem that if she wakes up once, she won’t sleep back easily and won’t let you either.

Before anything else, he very carefully rolls her onto her side, which leaves enough space for him to fit and sleep in- and well, she does roll over so far at night anyways. Then, once inside the blanket, he blows out the candle of the pumpkin on the table, sure that she was smelling its scent and just fell asleep while at that.

Cursing under his breath, he gets out of the bed just as carefully as he entered it and goes to press a goodnight kiss on Opal’s forehead. Then, with a fear that he’ll for sure wake y/n up this time, he gets back in bed and shakily lets his body relax when she doesn’t even as far as stir. Swinging his arm over her waist he moves closer to her back and presses a kiss on the side of her exposed neck, wishing her goodnight and muttering a gentle ‘I love you.’

[kaylakenobi]

I did this a while ago with Marvel characters, but now I'm hyperfixated on Star Wars so here's this:

Star Wars characters as weird things my friends have said (can you tell who my favorite characters are lmao) :

Anakin: Let's trust fall off a cliff

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Obi-Wan: I'll cheese grate your tongue.

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Hera: Learn how to do a fourway!

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Obi-Wan: Do you want to be a psychologist or a psychologist?

Anakin: You just said the same thing twice!

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Zeb: The grinch doesn't even hurt ppl, he just takes away their joy.

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Luke: I'm not racist, I eat cauliflower and broccoli.

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Rey: I'm not trying to race you in my 2006 Toyota camry dude, I'm just trying to get home.

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Fives: I will smack you out of that wheelchair.

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Luke: Oml gay kind bars

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Padme: I Gotta gaslight gatekeep girl boss my way through life

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Ezra: Where is my other sock!- oh I'm wearing it.

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Anakin: You just gotta follow the serotonin man

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Luke: I'm gay and men are too headache for me.

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Cody: I'll take the teeth the lord so foolishly decided to put in your mouth.

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Anakin: I cant mansplain manipulate manwhore my way out of this one boys

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Ahsoka: For the LAST TIME I am a LESBIAN I'm not trying to steal you're boyfriend! He smells like doritos anyway.

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Rex: I’m not jealous, Flavio, I’m GAY

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Ezra: I just have this happy personality in this sad soul. It feels funky in a not snazzy way.

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Echo: You can't delete your internet history from God.

Fives: Yes you can, ctrl + astaghfirulla

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Obi-Wan: I have this very rare thing called common sense, a lot of people don't have it because I'm just better.

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Caleb (child Kanan): Cannibalism is frowned upon in most countries.

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Ahsoka: Why are the watermelon shaped like little caskets?

Anakin: Shut up, be grateful, and eat your dead people.

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Kanan: I cant even raise a spider, how do you expect me to kill a child... wait

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Padme: Omg Anakin, just bc you lost your hand doesn't mean you have to cut off your son's hand too.

(Yes my friend actually said that while we were watching Star Wars)

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Omega: We can do left! Harry Styles will help us through it!

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Han: You can't just kill your father omg.

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Leia: Like okay you can have your lame hospital drama, I’ll have romance death and dragons.

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Omega: I'm not crazy, I'm just extra. A material gorl.

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Hunter: Besides tying her up idk how to hold a toddler

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Han: I could never be a doctor bc my intrusive thoughts would be like, "Let them bleed out on the table." Or "Amputate the wrong limb."

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Crosshair: Excuse me, it's a magical toothpick

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Omega: Like it tries to be smart but the smart simply can't smart so the stupid is just rlly stupid

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Tech: Was I on Aderall?

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Fives: Dude, are you vaping right now?

Echo: *tearing up* It’s just chapstick man

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Anakin: I want to sleep in a casket.

Obi-wan: What??

Anakin: They look comfy.

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The bad batch: You're a phsycopath.

Crosshair: Thanks I was born in Florida.

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Cody: I have new shoes.

Rex: Cool, I have depression

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Sabine: I do not want the meat stick, I want to die!

Ezra: Then the itsy bitsy meat stick will execute you!

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Anakin: Spiders deserve to burn in hell.

Ahsoka: But you're going to hell??

Anakin: Excuse me!?

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Omega: He looks like a knock of Donny Jepp.

Hera: Do you mean Johnny Depp?

Omega: Same difference.

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Palpatine: I steal children.

Anakin: At least you don’t have sex with them.

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Anakin: ugh this song is like an orgasm for my ears

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Wrecker: ew it smells gross

Tech: ofc it does we're in the middle of nowhere in Utah

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Cody: *drives past cemetary* I cant believe people are dying to get in there. It just kills me.

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Leia: Don't die because then we'll have to re-space the dance again.

[clonehub]

Episode 3 of the bad batch!

"we're fine" girl the gonk droid is on its side

I wonder what these rations taste like

Okay so echo can eat solids. And also everyone is yelling at him to fix everything on the ship. They are flying through hyperspace on a ship that doesn't work properly and I'm SORRY but techs priorities are BACKWARDS

THEY DONT EVEN FIT IN THE SEATS AAAHHHHHH

The way they're acting I'm thinking theybe never crash landed before which is actually really funny bc Anakin only knew how to crash. Like it was a regular occurrence in tcw for bitches to be crashing all over the place

Okay first mention of crosshair.

"Crosshairs actions may have been influenced by his inhibitor chip" "it can do that?" Was it. Like wasnt this established. Like one or two episodes ago? I'm genuinely confused this could be my own standing knowledge of the chips getting in the way but why's echo surprised the chip is influencing Crosshairs actions

I will say. There's times where the lighting and the model rendering blends in such a way so that u can't really differentiate the features on omegas face if that makes sense. Like it blends too much

I do like how much they do the blur/focus thing I've always liked that

Rampart being like the only person in this entire series with decently brown eyes :/

Oh look. Once again referred to as enhanced (crosshair). And it's like the more that I think about it. It would not make sense for the Kaminoans to work so hard to keep tbb alive if they believed they were really defective. They're very much like "here's our enhanced product here's our enhanced soldiers see how enhanced they are" like tbb are advertising so they wouldn't say "yeah they're defective BUT--"

So crosshair just walking about in his jammies

Tarkins face model is p good

Something about the models for this first batch of conscripts is like. Like they were built the way they were bc the animators knew they wouldn't be on screen long.

This is kinda funny tho bc they definitely made some heads and just stuck them on a clone models body HFKSBFKSNDKSJS not that I'm mad I like they didn't do boob armor but fhakdnaksk

Tech is so like. Not arugmentative but he has to reply to everything and it's normally in a dismissive or disagreeing way and normally I wouldn't care at all but sometimes it's like was this line necessary.

"you wanna narrow that down" bitch can you go outside and look damn making all this noise from the back seat

I wonder why if Wrecker is having all this obvious hesd pain nobody is actually like checking on him?

A nice blend of music here

It's so funny like how much ppl just fucking hate being scanned because like for me if every doctors visit could just be a scan I'd be so gung ho for it. Yeah let me just lay here for three seconds and hardly get a needle or anything tf

Willing enlistment as metric for a good soldier is interesting and I feel like purposely manipulative bc the guy in the scene before this just said he's got like food and housing so that's partly why he's staying. It's not a loyalty thing at all lmao

What's funny is that I think tbbs helmets for all their little specialities don't actually contribute to air tight contained suits the way the normie clones do. Bc if this was Rex and co they could probably just keep their buckets on w a lil attachment. So they get the headlamps and the HUD. But hunter can't have that so he has to remove the entire thing and put on this mask.

"we each have enhanced skills"

See I wish they could have maintained this tension around crosshair better through the season

Not this white boy poking crosshair in his insecurities BDMABDLSNSLAK no wonder he was so gung ho to kill him and also why he wanted to stick w the imps so bad. Again again again it's ego

They use English letters a lot here not that it's a bad thing or anything but like I remember how in tcw during some like behind the scenes things they basically implied they tried to avoid doing that. They sometimes would say the aurebesh letters and sometimes it'd be A and B

Oh he didn't tattoo his eyelid. Not that it like has to be but like. I just noticed

Sorry these choking noises are so throaty

Bro just unconscious here fjandnaknsa

Wilhelm scream :/

Yeah wow the uh. White boy was the only one with moral back bone huh. The only one who said extrajudicial execution of civilians was bad. Just him huh. Hm.

This is an interesting creature

Oh she gotta be standing on something to be this tall

DNA degradation still doesn't make sense to me given what should be the kammies gene prowess but whatevs

It's like. They're hung up on Jango DNA but if hsi stuff is swirling the drain and you don't have boba would the next thing not be to just find a new guy? Also how does any of that make this any less cost prohibitive

"such a contingency would require a direct source. The clones required will not return willingly" / "they are kaminoan property and we only need one"

Uh but tbb are enhanced and mutated so therefore not the best candidates for sourcing for Jango DNA? Unless I've got this wrong (I'm thinking I do).

I wonder if this room still stinks

This is a sweet thing wreckers done I will say that. But also is omegas room just a viewport or is there a turret attached to that chair?

"I never had my own room before" who was she sharing a room with?????

[csmeaner]

Yet another extremely mediocre batch of cham adopts

Oh boy where do we start…

“Just a lil guy” is….not a cham I refuse to believe it. It’s a free raffle so the simplistic look is somewhat excuseable but this is not a character, it’s gift art bait. lmao you’re exactly right. why are all the FTO raffles the simplest designs oh wait i know it’s because they’re the least likely to get the most money

“Unrestrained summer fun” has an okay-ish color scheme but the design itself is extremely bland and the sun features on the head and tail look stupid. without the accessories it’d look very supbar. not much to say

“Queen of hearts” and “Operation: soda steal” really just look like average free MYO designs with a few fancy traits slapped on. I would also like to point out the tail swirl taped onto Queen. queen of hearts doesn’t look like a cham and soda steal reminds me of karamatsu from osomatsu-san. both look like generic furry designs 

“Feathers in vogue” , aside from looking like a generic pride adopt, has a similarly okay color scheme and I actually like some features of this design but it certainly isn’t worth whatever the bid will end up going to. Probably the most overall solid design of this batch in my opinion not even. it looks a regular bird furry

“Containment breach” had a cool concept but they fucked up the colors so it just looks extremely bland. it’s definitely the most ‘interesting’ and with a 2nd form that actually flows but that’s not saying much

“Yubari melon” also looks kind of okay and aesthetically pleasing but again it’s a sort of generic design and theme to go for it’s the only one with the regular cham body shape and even then it’s just a fucking fruit slapped onto the cham shape that they’re probably banking on getting multiples from

“Lullaby buddy” is cute as a concept and the colors look nice but that’s about all it has going for it. They had an idea for the tail curl but in the end it just looks dumb. I don’t really see anyone doing anything interesting with this character aside from just being..a cute plushie concept, design, and everything else about it has been done before

“Deep sea delinquent” also falls into that trap of being extremely fucking generic. Similar to those other two guys it kinda looks like your average MYO design though not quite to the same extent i’ve seen this cham 200 times already 

None of these are too horribly ugly in my opinion but they’re all extremely mediocre in quality. There has been far worse but there’s certainly been better. 

Also while not necessarily about the design quality itself, the artstyles between the different adopts look extremely different in some cases (ex. summer fun having standard anthro legs but soda steal having that sort of humanoid stickman type of look). It doesn’t really mean anything but it’s something I noticed

good write up. you already said it but the main issue of this batch is it’s nothing we haven’t seen before. it looks like it tried to hit just about every cham style in one. there’s nothing to add, it’s not impressive, it doesn’t break the mold in any way. only thing is it’s not outrageously horrible so guess that’s a win somewhere

[mellowswriting]

I saw requests were open! could you write javi and female reader on their honeymoon? and they talk about what they want in their future, but also SMUT ☺️

practice makes perfect 

pairing || Javier Peña x fem!Reader

word count || 2,648

summary || Honeymooning in a tropical paradise with the love of your life. 

content || soft!!! this is so soft!!!, also horny lmao, talking about the future, mentions of future children/homemaking, smut, oral sex, fingering, soft vanilla sex, praise kink, Javier is so Soft and In Love that it makes him ravenously horny

a/n || I loved writing this so much UGH 

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The years spent in Colombia have made Javier immune to the heat. Nothing compares to the beating sun he experienced there, even his teenage years working Pop’s ranch in the searing heat of Texas summers. In a strange way, the heat has become a comfort, something to be expected and idly complained about and used as an excuse to keep you both naked in bed all day.

Maybe that's why he chose somewhere tropical for the honeymoon.

It’s been three days since he watched you walk down the aisle in that beautiful white dress and put a ring on your finger with shaking hands, and Javier still can’t believe he’s your husband. Because honestly, how the fuck did he get so lucky? Not only have you spent the last two years by his side lavishing him with love and affection, you’ve also never been afraid to confront him on his fuck ups, to tell him when he’s made the wrong decision and help him pick up the pieces. If someone told him two years ago that he would meet someone who not only puts up with his bullshit but genuinely loves him despite all of the fucked up decisions he’s had to make, he would’ve laughed in their face.

And now he’s waking up next to you in a plush king sized bed, honeymooning in paradise for two and a half weeks, and he’s still in complete awe of his luck.

As he blinks the last bleary remnants of sleep from his eyes, Javier gets to really take in how beautiful you look leaning against the headboard with a novel propped against your knees, completely lost in the world of whatever author has snapped up your attention this week. Sunlight filters in through the flimsy curtains and when a soft breeze drifts through the baby hairs that have escaped your messy updo, he realizes you must have opened the windows. He can smell the sea salt and hear the gentle crashing of waves against the shoreline, but it’s nothing compared to the lingering smell of your perfume and the sound of your quiet, content sighs.

It isn’t until he reaches out to gently rub your bare thigh that you finally glance his way, your eyes flicking away just long enough to tuck the book away on the nightstand before returning to him. In the blink of an eye Javier has his arms around you, gently manhandling you onto your back so he can squish you into the mattress and bury his face into your neck. He’ll never admit it aloud, but he’s a damn cuddling fiend. Who can blame him when you’re just so soft and pretty, especially when you’re underneath him and giggling at the way his mustache tickles your neck?

And you? You aren’t much better. You can’t get enough of his body pressed against yours in any way you can have it, even though you know his touch never stays innocent for long. Sooner or later, his fingers will trail up your shirt or slip between your thighs, but you aren’t complaining.

“Wanna go swimming again today?” You murmur in his ear, wrapping your arms around him tightly.

“Why? So you can chase me with another crab?” He pouts into your collarbone where he’s peppering his next batch of kisses.

“C’mon, that was funny!” The playful bite he gives your sensitive skin has you shrieking and squirming beneath him. “Javi, it was just a little crab! He was cute!”

“It was terrifying and it was trying to eat me.” Javier corrects dramatically as he leans up to get a good look at you. You look just like you had on the beach yesterday, breathless with laughter and mischief alight in your eyes. Fuck. He swears he falls more and more in love with you every passing second.

You watch his expression soften from playful indignation to something so genuine and appreciative, and you can’t stop yourself from reaching up to caress his cheek. It’s familiar, the way he leans into your touch and presses a feather-light kiss to your inner wrist, something he’s done time and time again that never fails to make your belly flutter with warmth.

“I promise not to chase you with any more sea creatures.” You vow, smiling when he chuckles and rolls his eyes. “We should still enjoy the beach while we can. It’s going to be freezing in Boston when we get there.”

Javier hums, a noncommittal little sound that tells you he isn’t worried about the cold. In the years you’ve spent together, first as partners then as lovers, you’ve developed this keen sense of each other, one that doesn’t need words to be fully understood. All it takes is the slight quirk of an eyebrow, a pointed glance, something that helped tremendously in the field.

He settles on his side, head propped up on his elbow. “What are you giving me that look for?”

“Do you think you’ll be able to handle Boston?” Your fingertips dance along his chest and down his ribs, lightly teasing those sensitive spots that make him wriggle slightly. “I’m pretty sure you’ll freeze to death the second it drops below seventy.”

“Says the one who was always bitching that the office was too cold.” Javier doesn’t miss a beat and you scoff out a laugh, smacking his chest lightly. There’s an earnestness in his voice that pulls at your heart when he murmurs, “You know… I can’t wait to see the snow.”

Your mind takes his soft admission and runs with it, immediately conjuring the image of Javier pulling you into his lap in that big window seat that had been a big selling point for your new home and just… watching the snowfall together, wrapped in his arms and a plush blanket. As amusing as it was to imagine your gruff husband grumbling as he shovels snow, it’s even better to imagine all of the firsts you’ll get to have together in that home - even the little things like the first snow storm.

“I never saw it as a kid in Texas, but…” Javier trails off for a second. His voice always lowers in these little intimate moments, no matter if you’re alone or not, like he’s trying to shut out the entire world and just have this one moment where all that exists for him is you. “I’m glad our kids will get to grow up with the snow.”

“Yeah?” You encourage him, yearning to hear more about the little future he’s imagined for the two of you.

“Mhmm,” He murmurs, and you can tell by the far away look in his eyes that he’s imagining it all. The snow angels and the play fights and the red-tipped noses of chubby faced kiddos.

“We’re totally going to gang up on you in snowball fights.” You tease.

“And I’ll still win.” He teases right back, leaning close to kiss you. A warm hand falls to your side, his body heat soaking through the shirt you stole from him, and he hums appreciatively against your lips. “Fuck, I love you so much.”

“I love you, too - ah.” You trail off at the feeling of that hand creeping down to grab your ass in a firm grip, massaging your plump flesh greedily.

“Come here.” There’s no denying him as he pulls you closer and you laugh quietly as he kicks away the sheets and comforter to give him all the room he needs to take you apart.

“Already?” An almost cocky tone enters your voice. “We had sex less than eight hours ago.”

“Mmm, can you blame me?” Javier’s hands ghost down your thighs as he kneels between them and soon he’s tackling your shirt, pulling it up over your head and tossing it to join the abyss of bedding on the floor. “Look at you, my pretty little wife… gotta mark you up some more so every asshole on that beach knows who you belong to.”

“I think the ring on my finger and the bruises on my hips are enough of a warning, Javier.” You choke on the laugh that follows thanks to the warmth of his palms against your breasts, his fingers tweaking your nipples until you arch up into his touch. An air of reverence coats his every touch, even through the possessiveness of his words - he’s beholden to you, to your body, and he’s so fucking proud of that. He wants the entire world to know that you chose him, forever.

“Then my cum leaking down your thigh will just be the cherry on top.” A thread of delight tightens in his belly at the way you shiver under his touch, under his words. “Gonna fill you up over and over again.”

You whimper, and Javier grins.

“We’ve got a big house to fill up, cariño.” Kisses cascade down your chest, over your belly, and you can feel yourself tensing with the anticipation of his talented tongue. “And practice makes perfect.”

“You’re so ridiculous Javi -” Your giggle is broken off in the middle by a small gasp as he teases your clit with a light flick of his tongue. No matter how many times he breaks you down to a writhing mess like this, you’re still pleasantly surprised by the gift of your husband’s touch.

It’s slow and messy as he pleasures you, his spit and your arousal leaving you so wet that he can curl two fingers inside of you without hesitation. You have to curl your fingers in his hair to anchor yourself lest you drift off and lose yourself in a haze of quiet pleas for more of his intoxicating touch. Javier keeps your trembling thighs open wide for him, just the way he likes you - spread out and writhing under his ironclad hold on you.

“You’re so good, Javi.” You murmur, grinning slowly at the effect your praise has on him. His fingertips dig into your thighs as he groans softly, his fingers curling against that one spot inside you that has your back arching and hips rolling to meet his touch. “God, yes!”

No words have to fall from his lips for you to feel how desperate he is for you. His need is spelled out in the nonsensical patterns his tongue draws against your clit, hungry little moans spilling from him with every breath he lets out. Knowing how badly he craves you only heightens the pleasure that courses through you under his touch. No one has ever known your body so intimately. Javier maps out your every sweet spot, knows just where to lick and bite and caress to see you fall apart so beautifully for him.

“C-close.” You stutter out, barely able to form words under the blazing fire he stokes higher with every swirl of his tongue. The vibrations of his enthusiastic groan breaks you, rips molten pleasure through your veins until your voice breaks under the desperate heat of it all.

“That’s my girl,” Javier’s voice is thick with his praise, his love, and it washes over you in your post orgasmic haze, leaves you warm and pliant for him. You untangle your fingers from his hair, petting down his sex-mused bedhead as you murmur a slurred apology. “Wanna know how you can make it up to me?”

“Hm?” You peek one eye open to look at him, smiling softly at the sight he makes between your thighs. His eyes are bright, lips shiny, and you can see slight movement of his hips as he grinds into the sheets.

“Let me fuck you, baby.” There’s something akin to a beg in his voice and you find that you like the way that sweetness looks on him.

“Give me a kiss first.” You reach for him, welcome him into your arms even as he shakes his head at you in amusement, and a happy sigh leaves you at the warm press of his lips against yours. The insistent press of his cock against your thigh has you smirking, delighting in the effect you have on him. With his mind firmly distracted by licking his way into your mouth, you sneak a hand between your bodies and give him a teasing stroke, trailing your fingertips down the length of his cock as he groans and presses closer into your touch. He sounds so good like this; every little moan and grunt is a testimony to how much he needs you. You line him up, guide him to sink into you until he shudders above you.

“Oh, angel…” He whispers against your lips. “I love you.”

“I love you.” You whisper right back, cradling him close as he starts a slow, deep pace that has your eyes rolling back. It’s intimate, beyond soft despite the way he wrecks you with every flex of his hips.

Javier has to bury his face in your neck. You look too fucking good like this, all fucked out and soft for him, welcoming and warm and everything he’s ever wished for, and if he doesn’t play his cards right, he knows he’ll finish far too soon. And he wants this feeling to last forever.

In this moment it hits him hard, deep in his chest, that this is his forever. He has you forever, and it’s enough to have tears pricking his eyes. He feels the pressure of your heels digging into his thighs as you roll your hips to meet his thrusts, like you can feel his overwhelming disbelief and pride and gratefulness and all you want is to show him how much he deserves it all.

“God, fuck -” He gasps out, raw and needy. “Gotta… fuck, you gotta stop. You’re gonna make me cum, baby, just… hold on.”

“It’s okay.” You murmur as your fingers card through the sweat soaked curls at the back of his head. The desperation in your voice is palpable, glides down his spine to warm his belly even more. “Let go, Javi. Cum for me.”

“Oh my god -” Javier shoves you forward with the sharp jolt of his hips, your sweet little pleas tearing through him as he spills deep inside of you. He can’t hold back the whimpers that ride his every exhale.

It’s devastating. The kind of orgasm that has his vision completely failing him for a moment, his body shuddering in the aftermath as he squishes you into the bed just the way you like. Your voice is low in his ear with the praise you whisper and it only makes him that much more shaky. All he can do is nuzzle further into your neck, drunk off of a mindblowing orgasm and the gentle massage of your fingers against his scalp. It isn’t until you focus on that one spot, behind his right ear and down just a smidge, that he finally manages to mutter a barely intelligible, “tha’ feels so good.”

You simply hum in response and Javier doesn’t have to look to know you’re leaned back into the soft pillows with your eyes closed, simply basking in this moment with him. If Javier had his way, he would keep you like this for the entire honeymoon, but that wasn’t fair to either of you. He learned a long time ago to stop thinking with his dick all the time, so he settles for knowing he’ll get to strip you out of that pretty bikini of yours later.

At least, he thinks that until he hears the subtle shift in your breathing and notices your fingers have slowed drastically. Slowly, Javier leans up to take a look at you, huffing out a laugh at the sleepy sight you make.

“Thought you wanted to go swimming?” Javier teases.

“Shut up.” You huff dramatically and yank him down to snuggle back up to you. “Next time, I’m letting the crabs eat you.”

“I knew it, you little liar.”

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Hey Merry Christmas Eve!! Could you do a couple sweet Christmas-y relationship headcanons for Madara? :)

a/n: LMAO I REMEMBER TELLING MYSELF A FEW MINS AGO I WAS DONE WRITING FOR THE NIGHT, BUT HERE I AM 😭. thank you for requesting, and happy holidays to you, anon! :)

characters: madara uchiha

warnings: some suggestive content, modern au, fluff, Christmas-y activities.

Madara Uchiha:

- surprisingly, madara is actually a pretty big fan of Christmas. his favorite holiday is Halloween, but he can never go wrong with Christmas.

- as the holidays approach, he definitely gets into a better mood. he loves the vibes of the holidays, and he loves that he gets to spend it with you of all people. this guy gets very romantic during the holidays, so expect lots of loving 🥰.

- madara is a very big fan of taking you out. this is no secret, so expect him to take you shopping or to look at Christmas lights. he loves seeing your reaction to the different colors dancing around you. it’s also pretty chill to do, and he usually takes you out for hot cocoa right after.

- he hates ugly Christmas sweaters, don’t even think about trying to get him in one. he will fight you over it 😭.

- “absolutely not. it is so itchy! i’m never putting that on.”

- madara does love making things with you. he loves putting buttons on the gingerbread men cookies you make. this guy is a bit of an artist when it comes to cookies, so leave it to him to make nice looking cookies. he also loves whenever you make hot cocoa for him. you always make it right for him, and it’s nice to come home to on cold nights.

- speaking of cold days, those are the days madara never leaves the bed. he loves holding your body close to his. you’re like his personal furnace, and he won’t let you leave until you threaten to pee on him.

- he cannot wrap presents if his life depended on it. he literally will get so confused, and he’ll eventually have to call you into the room to assist him with wrapping.

- madara would take many Christmas photos with you. he’s a big fan of showing you off to his coworkers or people he knows, so expect lots of pictures whenever you two go out for a little date. he also takes so much time picking out a Christmas picture for your cards. you try and tell him it isn’t that deep, but he just never listens to you.

- ohh do not get under the mistletoe unless you want those kisses to lead to some action 👀. he loves to pull you under the mistletoe randomly so he can get a smooch. it’ll definitely lead to some very sexual tension, so be ready.

- madara loves to decorate the home you share together. he loves to get creative and take out the lights, or make the Christmas tree look nice. this guy goes all out 😭, so expect lots of nice and really cute decorations to float around your house. he does not play when it comes to decorating.

- buying you a gift had a lot of thought out into it. madara wanted to give you something you can remember, and it had to be special. he puts a lot of effort into gift giving, so expect a very nice present 🤍.

- he definitely slips some nice stuff in your stocking. he’d put something very special like a necklace or a ring he’s always wanted to give you.

- that won’t be the only thing getting stuffed.

- believe it or not, on Christmas he will NOT let you do a single thing. he knows how to cook and make a big feast for you two. he doesn’t want you lifting a finger, because you’ve always worked so hard during the other holidays. plus, it’s kinda hot seeing him make all that food 😏.

- did i mention he spoils you?

- madara is the type of husband who’d break an ornament and just look at you awkwardly. he’d then blame it on a ghost 😭.

- he does take you to Christmas parties he’s an invited to. he loves showing you off to everyone 😩😩.

- HE IS A SLUT FOR CHRISTMAS COOKIES. if you come out of nowhere with a fresh batch, this guy will probably eat them all in one sitting. he does not care, and he loves your baking.. so why would he waste a moment?

- on some real shit though, madara loves spending time with you during the holidays, especially Christmas. he becomes super loving and it’s always one of his favorite times of the year 🤍.

[lunex-the-cat]

🌟Background Sentries🌟

God I cannot believe I got this far. Even if for design fun, 12 whole characters. I'm happy to present them all together in this height chart!

Do you have a favorite of them? I'd love to know!

Marking this as sorta like a checkpoint, I wanted to ramble write down some of my thought processes from when I was designing the characters. What I was going for, what little personality I imagined for them as I went along the way and my self critiques after the fact. You can read all that below the read more.

⬇ ⬇ ⬇ The references ⬇ ⬇ ⬇

Arson:

Arson's reference made me think of 2 things when I saw it. It surprisingly gave me cowboy vibes and I knew immediately this guy is fuckboy bastard. A complete and utter jerk. And he is. He is a demon and loves to make people angry or get in fights.

I love Arson so damn much, but being the first one I designed out of the bunch, he's the one I'd want to give the most revisions to. Mainly 2 big things. First is the colors with the eyes. The values with the sockets and the eye lights are too similar and that makes it a lot tougher to make out his eye lights. I think I wish I'd gone with a brighter shade of yellow.

The second is that I wish I had made him a lot wider, buffer. It's the image I had in mind from the start, but unfortunately, I hadn't figured out how to do that yet at the time of drawing him. So, while if I draw him again in the future, he'll be bigger. For this reference, he shall remain a string bean.

Also, as a last little nit pick, I shouldn't have accidentally hid one of the buttons on his vest with his arm lmao.

Pax:

Pax's name means peace and given the green color of his magic, I think inevitably, he's some kinda healer type. With the bright pastels of his body, it would've been real easy to go the small and cute route. Which I do like, but isn't what I felt with Pax.

Instead, I wanted to take a cute pastel look on the body and a maybe softer personality and build up the opposite around that to contrast. Big, tall, and intimidating and luckily by the time I did Pax, I actually kinda knew how to do a broader body type, so of course I jumped on that. No idea if I actually pulled off what I wanted there.

I wasn't really sure where I was going with the outfit aside from that I was gonna color it dark. Warrior-ish I guess. Kinda gives a ninja vibe to me now if I'm honest. His outfits had so many different tries in the sketching stage. There is one other thing that was intentionally planned with the clothes. I tried a reoccurring shape theme with rectangles in his outfit. Being of the newest batch and still pretty fresh in my mind. I'm not really sure about any changes I'd want to make yet.

Hecate:

There isn't a ton I'm going to comment on despite Hecate being one of my favorites. Going by the reference, I wanted Hecate to be a little creepy, little mysterious. Her robes and such I did wing pretty heavily, but I think I did well enough with Hecate in the idea I wanted.

Their name is that of the greek goddess of magic and I think that also lends well to the sort of eldritch deer vibe he has going. Even though Hecate is creepy, I don't think they actually want to hurt anyone. Doesn't mean they don't unnerve everyone with their near unchanging expression, though.

Zanna:

2 big thoughts I had with Zanna. I wanted a sorta water or mother goddess vibe for Zanna and she had to have the blank but striking, brightly color sockets. Admittedly, it wasn't Zanna who had to have that detail, but I wanted a character with that look real bad. I'd wanted to figure out how to incorporate the makings on the body from the reference but couldn't figure it out. In the end, I suppose having her be a bit more simple is better.

Zanna's name means lily. Sorta a life goddess feel, watering plants and such. I think she actually was a goddess in her AU, being in the Pocket Void now though, she no longer holds such power or doman. She accepts this and doesn't try to use the sway she no longer has.

Vini:

I like what I ended up with Vini but I didn't have much of an image for her going in. If I where to change anything, maybe I'd mess around with the clothes and see about more details for them because they feel a bit simple.

For personality Vini is really sweet but a bit of a gossip. She has trouble keeping secrets and likes to know everything that's going on socially. She never wants to hurt anyone but with her loose words she may end up doing it on accident sometimes.

Aromel:

Aromel's name is a type of strawberry but they aren't sweet. They're pretty but bitter. Blunt and not trying to be social with many. Aromel might've been an angel, or something holy in his AU.

Change wise I'd probably wanna mess around with the clothes colors a little more, cause the singluar bit of green on the chest draws away a bit to much from the eyes.

Verdin:

Verdin's name was so close to being Tanager but a few friends liked Verdin more. I swear I'm gonna use that name at some point. In anyway a verdin is a bird with yellow on it, so that's really all the explanation needed for the name.

Kinda wish I'd given him a bird's tail like I imagined but aside from that I don't think I'd wanna change much about him. God ribs are hard though.

Knew from the beginning Verdin's an action and adventure type. Kind and sociable but also a little bit mean in his bluntness.

Fun note Verdin has the smallest color palette.

Delta:

Delta's name is in reference to the symbol in math which is also displayed on the letterman jacket she wears. I wanted school jock vibe for Delta. Sorta a sporty look I tried to do but I think she's also very smart academically.

While being a very talented and smart person, Delta gets into trouble all the hecking time. It's not on purpose but she has a temper and when someone makes her angry, she has a penchant to make others angry too.

The hair was very fun to color and it being fiery is some simple symbolism towards he being easy to make mad. She's probably one of Arson's favorite targets to tease.

Ryder:

I saw Ryder's reference and knew basic features wise, that reads girl. IE, pink and purple, blush and eyelashes. So of course I decided, yeah I'm going to make this a man. Along the way also gaining a biker aesthetic. Underneath that leather jacket the sleeves of the t-shirt he wears where totally ripped off to make that bow he has on his head.

Even though he's pretty obviously an underfell monster I think Ryder's actually pretty dang friendly. Might have something to do with the perseverance purple eyelight he has.

Cho:

With Cho and their reference, I really liked the feeling of a sorta broken butterfly. Damaged but still beautiful. He's definitely a survivor of some horrortale variant. Horrorswap? Idk. He's quiet kind and I think they like gardening.

I had done some pretty light googling with Cho's name. From what I had found it means butterfly in Japanese and beautiful in Korean. I really do not know how accurate that is but even if it's not I just like the way Cho sounds when said.

In any way the wings I think are definitely the strong point of the design and the clothes the weakest. I wasn't fully sure what I was doing with the clothes and even now not fully sure what I'd change about them. Probably the colors.

Tyrian:

Tyrian's name is in reference to royal purple/tyrian purple because of the prominent purple in their reference/palette. I actually looked up the color tyrian purple and used the specific hue for the color their magic in the palette. Which bouncing off from there I wanted to give Tyrian a very rich, royal look. He could maybe use more jewelry in some way but I did get the look I imagined in the end.

I also tried a reoccurring shape theme with him, using lots of little diamond shapes and trying to make the eye shapes on his wings a little more diamond shaped too.

Floss:

Floss I was trying to experiment with pushing bodily proportions and am so happy I did. I love his massive hands so so much. I gave him such a massive fluffy coat cause I wanted to push on the fact that his body is actually really tiny.

His name comes from the term fairy floss, which is another thing cotton candy is called. This is in reference to his pink and blue, cotton candy color palette.

Floss is a little gremlin type of guy. Enjoying climbing on people like jungle gyms, poking, other weird but generally harmless fun. Even though he's quite the chaos type, he doesn't actually speak most of the time. Usually using his massive hands for sign language. Possibly selectively mute? He does like to hum and make noises a lot though.

If you happened to read all my ramblings, thank you so much!💚

[simplysummers]

Discussing Omega’s childhood on Kamino

Maybe I’m one of the only people curious about this as we’re all very hung up on Crosshair right now (understandable, I want our king back too), but I would really like a conversation between Omega and preferably Hunter, but anybody works fine, to delve into what her life was truly like on Kamino. How she was treated, raised, reprimanded, and how this all reflects on her relationship with the bad batch, and specifically in moments where their actions have fatherly intent behind them.

So, here’s what we know so far:

She was essentially raised by Nala Se.

She’s a first gen/holds unmodified Jango Fett DNA. Whether she was created at the same time as Boba, we don’t know, although it is unlikely.

Due to the fact she was unaltered, she must’ve been raised from infancy on Kamino.

She wasn’t allowed her own bedroom, so I speculate she either slept in the medical wing or had some sort of shared quarters with Nala Se.

She was frequently tested and experimented on, quite often against her will.

She was perceived to be property and nothing more than an evaluative source to help further Kaminoan research by everybody excluding Nala Se (potentially)

Her title role was a ‘medical assistant’.

She didn’t have a very warm relationship with the other clones, as we’ve seen they labelled her a “lab scrapper”.

She made friends with the existing medical staff, who were all droids.

And that is essentially it. Of course, we can make speculations, (a few of mine are: she must’ve been tormented by the other cadets for not being like them, she knew 99 and he kept her company whenever Nala Se left her alone, and that although she was educated accordingly for her medical training and basic education, she was very sheltered from things without ‘purpose’ to her life (as we all know, the Kaminoans don’t do anything without purpose) but we don’t actually know anything else about her time on Kamino!

First of all I really want to know WHY she was created. Taking into account she isn’t the same age as Boba (it’s very much suggested she isn’t, I mean she acts, looks, sounds and is treated significantly younger than Boba ever was), and Jango also didn’t request two unaltered clones, she must’ve been created a few years after Boba. Therefore, was Jango aware of her existence? And if he was, did he want her? Again, if so, what did Boba think of her? (We don’t actually see Omega’s reaction to being told she’s different, so although she might not have known of their exact relations to her, it’s very likely she could’ve potentially met Jango and Boba at some point.) So many questionsssss.

Moving on, I’d love to know more about her relationship with Nala Se. We’ve seen that the doctor has a soft spot for Omega, most definitely because she raised and grew to love her instead of deeming her a piece of property (not excusing Nala Se’s vile actions with the other clones, she can still rot, Omega has better parental figures now.), but was it always like that? Did she neglect smaller Omega for being just another clone? Before ‘Mega could show personality and differentiate herself, did Se still view her as nothing more then a test subject? How did that affect her relationship with Omega as a young child.

Speaking of which, what was Omega then like as a smaller child (hard to believe, she’s still so smol lmao), but I’m talking toddler age here. She is basically a regular person, going through regular human changes due to the fact she isn’t altered, which means she would’ve had all of those wretched toddler phases that parents dread. We can most likely assess that she was playful and curious, she still is now, bless her, but how was it received? Smaller children don’t have the complexity to understand the level of technicality that the Kaminoans work at, she wouldn’t have understood the necessity of sitting still and behaving, would she have been severely reprimanded? Was Nala Se nice to her about it? How was she raised to interpret mannerisms of other people in regards to this?

Furthermore, I want to know what tests they were performing on her too. She’s clearly important due to her first hand DNA, but before that was an asset, before the Kaminoans needed that, what were they doing to her? Why were they testing on her? How much pain was she in? Did she receive any comfort afterwards or was she expected to dry her eyes and get on with it? (I’m speculating it was the latter.) I need to know what they were doing and why. What was the purpose!

Her entire previous life is a huge mystery to us and I want to know more! And I hope I’m not the only one!

Just looking at her precious little face hurts because we know she didn’t receive the ideal childhood, if anything it was borderline abusive (I mean, not just testing on her, but the mind games the Kaminoans played with this poor kid, the fact she was well aware she was just an asset to their research and yet she constantly received mixed messages. It’s no wonder she idolised the bad batch so much; they seemed to be the only people who hadn’t either treated her like garbage at some point up until then, or died. Honestly despite the few slip ups, props to them for actually taking her in and being decent towards her.

I mean, this isn’t the purpose of this post, but just look at the comparisons.

She finally receives her own bedroom.

Said bedroom isn’t even a proper room, but they made do with what they could. She even acknowledges this and she still absolutely loves it. It’s decked out just for her with fairy lights, blankets and toys.

As said, she actually owns toys now, we don’t know if she ever did on Kamino, but I’m speculating it was most likely very few if any at all.

She has her own weaponry and equipment, she’s actually being assisted to defend herself and her squad, she’s gaining knowledge the Kaminoans wouldn’t have ever dreamed of giving her.

As we’ve seen with the amount of times she runs to Hunter for protection, she trusts them immensely. They’re doing everything right to gain her apprehensive trust so quickly.

And of course it isn’t just with Hunter (I’m a stan so pardon my consistency with bringing him up) but she’s the same with the entire batch, even Cross to a very mild extent! She trusts Wrecker with her life, she forgave him so easily after the Bracca incident because she knows the difference between someone purposefully trying to hurt her and them having no control over their actions.

We see she’s been patient with Echo and Tech, she loves to listen to them, she’s picked up on Tech’s dialect (as seen in episode seven) and she trusts him to help her whenever necessary, she has such a touching bond with Echo too, their little interactions melt my heart.

I could rant for hours about her bond with Hunter, so maybe that should be it’s own post at some point, but honestly just how she always seeks him out specifically for comfort, protection and reassurance. It’s so beautiful.

The way she’s addressed Crosshair over their few co-existent moments too. She’s tried to reassure him it isn’t his fault, because she knows it isn’t, she trusts him because she has no reason not too, everything he’s done and said to her hasn’t been within his control.

These are all severely different reactions to how she responds to both the Kaminoans on planet, whenever they’re mentioned, and from what we know in regards to how they treated her.

I’m repeating myself from a previous post here but honestly petition to give Megs all the hugs in the universe. She deserves ‘em. 💛

[nibeul]

Please I want to know more about your clones 🤔🤔

I am so late to responding to this but GLADLY!! I love gushing about them though I have so many (like 50 I think) so I will try to stick to my main group ahh :)

Cross (he/him): Cross was my first clone OC ever, so he holds a very special place in my heart even if I do not draw him often enough. He’s a commander (CC-0044) and was present on Geonosis, though later returned to Kamino to help Alpha with the CC training program.

He got his scar in 21BBY and it’s actually not from the battlefield (none of his scars are actually from the battlefield). The scar comes from being whipped by a lightsaber hilt, which sounds funny out of context, but it wasn’t an accident.

He’s batchmates with @katanrocksketches ‘s OC Asch! The two were pretty close when they were in training, and Cross got his name before leaving Kamino. It was given to him because of his kind of uhhh, “cross nature” or disposition pfft. He softens up a bit between 22BBY-20BBY though the walls go up again after that :’)

Coming off Kamino, he was a stickler for rules and was not a big fan of clones tattooing themselves/dying their hair and whatnot (he didn’t even like having a name at first though his batchmates used it enough that it begrudgingly stuck). After meeting Sunny though, he lets him do one tattoo and ends up getting his number underneath his left eye. It is like, staying to how he believes they should be while also accepting that it’s ok to be individual.

Cross’s favorite color is red because for him, red represents Ando (my Padawan OC) and they are very close (NOT IN A ROMANTIC WAY. He sees Ando as his little brother or kih’vod to protect).

Cross actually does not know a lot of Mando’a because of his belief that they should not try to be seen as individuals. He distanced himself from anything that he considered “individualization”, and Mando’a was included in that. Sunny teaches him a little bit later down the line, and Ando also teaches him and Ten (another clone OC of mine) some Togruti, too

Part of Cross’s strict disposition comes from being subject to Priest’s death circles on more than one occasion (I might retcon that to Adral—a mando OC of mine—because I hate KT Ugh).

By the end of the war, he carries a lot of guilt. He loses a lot of the people he’s closest to because of his actions/orders, and he uh. Doesn’t live past O66 :’) he does get a very quick.. redemption.. arc.. kinda..

Sunny (he/him): Sunny was my second clone OC made around the same time as Cross, and he also holds a very special place in my heart :) I really love clone medics, there is just something about them that makes my brain go brrrr. I also think the irony of his name is great

Sunny’s name was originally Sers, but after writing him for a few weeks, I changed it because I thought Sunny fit better. His name was given to him by his batchmate, Aran, and while he vehemently protested against it, the name ended up sticking. He won’t admit that he actually likes it (though the tattoo and painting of his armor say otherwise anyway)

Sunny is the CMO of the 409th Corps (my OC military group basically). He’s a Lieutenant (or at a rank around there, definitely a CO at the least) and he does not back down. Ever. Even the people who outrank him will fall into line if he tells them to, Jedi included. He is not afraid to pull rank as a Medic, and his resting bitch face can be very scary

On the same line of thought as the rbf, he is basically perpetually scowling. He does not look approachable at all

Sunny loses the entirety of his batch on Geonosis, including Aran who he holds onto while he is dying. The Jedi leading Sunny’s company was.. not accustomed to war and failed to adapt when it was needed. Because of this, Sunny doesn’t necessarily harbor a dislike of Jedi, though he does not really trust many of them in leading positions. He also does not like that there are kids being put in the role of commander, he does see many Padawan deaths (he later comforts a dying Padawan that he was close to, I think I wrote part of that scene for myself and it was kinda upsetting oof) —> he gets his tattoo/paints his armor in order to honor his dead batchmates

Throughout the war, Sunny gets seriously injured only once after going down in an LAAT (where he nearly ends up dying too). Boost finds him, though he’s kinda accepted that he’s not gonna make it (I mean he does but it doesn’t look like he will for a bit). After Flip (younger clone OC) dies, he doesn’t really care if he kicks the bucket either :’)

Sunny is the only one out of my main gang to make it past O66. His chip doesn’t work at all, though he has to fight through his brothers (aha, the only ones who are still alive that he is close with) in order to save a Jedi youngling that was in the medbay at the time. After that, he goes on the run with the kid (clone dad clone dad) and offers his services as a doctor in the outer rim in order to keep them afloat

Boost (he/him) (she/her) [either or, there is no real preference]: Boost has gone through a lot of changes design wise. He started out as Dax, but then Dax became another OC, then she was Boost, though she had kinda short hair that was pushed back by a headband, then his hair was buzzed, and now we are finally at long hair Boost. Idk how to describe, but she is very shaped I think

Boost for his nickname from bear hugging his batchmates and lifting them off the ground when doing so. Also from fucking around in training where he threw another one of his batchmates in order to get from one ledge to another. All around just a name with silly origins that she liked and decided to keep

Boost and Sol are batchmates!

Boost is very tactically intelligent. She’s good at thinking on her feet, sees the bigger picture before focusing on details, good problem solver, etc. He is an ARC after all, there is good reason for his status and rank as a Lieutenant. That being said, he can also be very very stupid in the sense that off the battlefield, he’s oblivious. He does enjoy being the jokester of the group, and he sometimes plays up his dumbassery for jest, though yeah, a lot of people assume that he is not smart because of his demeanor which is very wrong

Boost is terrible. Terrible at braiding her hair. Sol is the best at braiding it, though she would never admit that even if everyone knows it. He started growing his hair out once they were off Kamino and hasn’t stopped since despite the fact that is technically not within regulations. Cross turns a blind eye and Ko (Jedi General) could not care less for inconsequential regulations like that

Boost is really good with kids, but good in the way a uhh.. chaotic uncle/auntie is. He’s a lot of fun to be around with, and being around kids makes him even more rambunctious than usual. He can be what is considered “childish”, pulling pranks and everything but like, he is very emotionally mature and knows when to be serious. Again, a lot of people kinda just boil her down to “dumb” which is really wrong, though it doesn’t bug him a lot.

Boost has a big sweet tooth!! He loves getting sweets when they’re on Coruscant, which they actually tend to visit frequently enough because of Ko’s status as a Sentinel (and also because Ko benefits what the Republic sees as the “propaganda machine” as a prominent General with a good track record).

Boost is romantically involved with @buttsalsa ‘s civilian OC Esta. I reblogged some art of them the other day, they are very cute :D

Boost doesn’t make it to Order 66 :’) I actually wrote out his death and cried after going back to read it LMAO It was rough

Sol (he/him): Sol was made as a package deal with Boost, and I feel bad because I think he gets overshadowed a lot but he is kinda like the rock for the group. When he dies, things really start to crumble but uh!! That is a sad thought for another time. Anyways, like I said, he is basically the rock and also a voice of reason for Boost’s shenanigans

Sol got his nickname after reading through some flimsi that their trainer had given him. He didn’t know if it had any meaning, but he liked the way it sounded and immediately began using it. Boost quickly picked up on it and the rest of their batch was very supportive

Sol loves reading. He specifically likes reading history, and Ando slips him what he can (fun fact, when Sol dies, Boost returns to their bunk to find a couple of holobooks that Ando had left and breaks down aha.. pain). Whenever he doesn’t feel like keeping Boost from causing trouble, he just sits in a quiet corner and reads his books while everything erupts in chaos around him

Sol’s favorite beverage is tea which Ko introduced him to. He has a few boxes he keeps with him when he can, and he shares them with Boost sometimes though he has to add a lot of sugar/honey in order to do that. If he could drink tea all the time, he could. On the flipside, he absolutely loathes coffee and doesn’t understand how Sunny can drink multiple cups on a day

Sol is kinda like the person that everyone is friends with even if they don’t realize it. He’s like.. the perfect emotional pillar, kinda the therapist friend in a group that desperately needs therapy. He’s more of a listener than a talker which is why it’s easy to overlook him, but he insists that he doesn’t mind much. That being said, it’s only once he’s gone that people start to realize just how much he did (aside from Boost who already thought the world of him)

Sol is also an ARC trooper, having gone through the training program together with Boost. He doesn’t have the same tactical knowledge that Boost does, but he’s good at mediating, long range combat, and also working through plans (he’s pretty meticulous). He and Boost balance each other out well, since he is like the “slow and steady” one out of them.

Sol is the first to go out of the main four (second out of my bigger group of six). He and his entire platoon are wiped out in a massacre as a result of false intel.. man :’)

Anyways, thank you for enabling to ramble about my ocs ToT I honestly just needed to infodump shdjf

[brachiosaurus-on]

My commentary & some analysis on the latest episode of The Bad Batch. I actually had positive things to say! This episode's writing was a major improvement and I found the characters felt like characters and they played off each other really well. Perhaps I should give Dee Bradley Baker more credit since he's trying to play off himself?

Warning: Spoilers below the cut

I love how diverse the Twi'lek character models are. If only they could do that for everyone else.

I bet Cham is not mentioning the Jedi because if he does he'll be shot. The thing is, it doesn't feel like an elephant in the room when he doesn't mention them. I wonder if that's intentional.

Hera calling him "Uncle Gobi" is so cute.

Hera's mom is my favorite.

Hera's mom, intimidating: I know you were up to no good.

Hera's mom, asking for the tea: Tell me everything.

I'm 5 minutes in and this is TBB's best writing so far. Actual politics that make sense. No immediately blaring plot holes. Characters are responding to each other rather than reading a stilted & predictable script.

Omg the chunk missing from Crosshair's skull.

Wait why is there a chunk missing? Did he get hit in the head? I thought his face was burned. I'll have to rewatch that scene.

Also, since he's here, and not actively looking for leads on where TBB is, I can only assume that they aren't that high on the Empire's wanted list. Especially considering they've been returning to the same base each episode, and multiple people know how to contact them. Or perhaps the Empire expects Ryloth to be more of a problem so they're using their best sniper.

Cham "another armed occupation is not a free Ryloth" Syndulla advocating for an armed occupation. Wonder what changed his position on that one.

Rampart sounds like he's on 1.5x speed.

Cham's position is a really good position to explore this dilemma, but I'm not sure why he's the one who believes this. It doesn't feel out of character yet, more like the toll of the war made him desperate for peace and he doesn't want Hera to grow up fighting. Whoops, look how that one turned out.

"I want my child to have peace" vs "I want my child to be free" this was a great way to have conflict between Hera's parents.

Hahaha Gobi & Hera are so cute. "I was going to let you fly this time" "FLY???" Lmao he so knows her.

Are these "French" accents bothering anyone else?

This conversation between Omega and Hera is flowing naturally, showing two perspectives of children during the rise of the empire and they both feel true to character.

Hunter telling Ryloth's freedom fighters that they "better know what they're getting into" sounds rather patronizing. They were doing this before he was. They were literally massacred doing this. They know exactly what they're getting into.

Interesting that Gobi doesn't want more clone troops, but doesn't have any opinion on receiving weapons from clone troops. Does he recognize that TBB are clones? The armor should give it away.

I have now learned that no one in the bad batch has a passion for flying. It's just a skill set for them.

One sniper shot from Crosshair's regular weapon takes out an engine... I guess it was well placed? They have established that the weapon can be reconfigured for specialized ammunition.

They're totally going to make a joke about "very exciting landings"

Rampart's interest in Hera is... really creepy.

Is Howzer's chip malfunctioning? Since when do the chips care about children? Since when do the chips allow them to question orders?

There's the Cham Syndulla we know.

Ok Howzer clearly has doubts & uncertainties. He feels like he has personality. But Dave said all the individuality got wiped away by the chips. He even has his clone wars armor when Dave made a point of erasing individual armor in Siege of Mandalore. What is the deal, Dave. Make a decision, Dave. I hope they explain this in the next episode. Who is Howzer and why does he get to be different? Don't get me wrong, I really like him. I wish we got more characters like him in TCW. Also, WHERE IS CODY. Nvm, don't tell me, I don't want to know.

Love seeing regular clones doing things.

If they have TBB come in and save the day I'm going to be salty. These guys are doing great on their own.

Cham "I trust the clones" Syndulla not hesitating to shoot them. There's the Cham we know.

Aww Hera. This writing is so much better than the rest of the show? Why have the writers been sleeping this whole time?

DO IT CHAM.

DEW IT.

YO. THAT WAS UNEXPECTED. Totally believable though. And Cham made a great point about Orn Free Taa putting greed above Ryloth. Finally some acknowledgement of why the Republic actually fell.

Oh Hera's mom is so dead. She's so gonna die in this. I should really watch s3 of Rebels.

The Empire is very smart to recognize the danger of allowing children of rebels to go free. They will come back for you.

Ok I would be slightly more alright if TBB came to the rescue, but I'd still much prefer it if the Twi'leks won this one for themselves.