#tbb polycule

[martianbugsbunny]

Crosshair's ex-husband and their long-distance boyfriend as he's having his romcom stair makeover moment <3

[talesfrommedinastation]

Warning: Lots of LGBTQ/Sex talk below, so, uh, be prepared!

It's OC Sunday, so I'm just going to dump this obnoxiously healthy, middle-aged, space polycule here:

(left to right: Dr. Tanke Drummer, Timon Chapelle, and Miriam Martin. Drawn by me.)

This throuple has shown up, in various degrees, in Far Past the Ring. Tanke has been mentioned previously during OC Sundays, as has her husband, Timon, but this is the first time I've mentioned their wife, Miriam, as well.

HERE ARE THE FRIGGIN' FACTORS (to quote Carl from Aqua Teen Hunger Force):

Tanke is extremely bi-sexual, Timon is straight (he is only attracted to women), and Miriam is aroace, but leans towards preferring women sexually, and men romantically. It works as Tanke has the emotional depth of a dinner plate with a wild sex drive, and Timon is a gregarious, joyful guy who loves a long talk at the end of the day.

Tanke is a physician, Timon is a fire marshal, and Miriam is a kindergarten teacher. Their schedules work out so that someone is always home to help with the house and their children.

All of them have lost their parents, though Tanke's parents did not die until very recently in the Eros incident.

Tanke is from Ganymede, Timon is from Eros, and Miriam was born in St. Louis on Earth, but raised on Ceres by her evangelical, missionary grandparents. Even though Miriam was born on Earth, she is considered a Belter like her spouses.

Miriam was disowned by her church at age 19 when her sexuality was discovered. Within the day, she joined the Free Navy, alongside Tanke and Timon.

They all served on the Free Navy ship, Zhong Kui, a stolen Martian frigate, for two years.

The horrifying experience of serving under Captain Meyers on the Zhong Kui has left different scars on all of them, but affected Tanke the worst.

They have agreed to not include new spouses in their arrangement.

Sjael, Tanke's little sister, moving in with them, post meeting Clone Force 99, has a varied reaction amongst the three: Tanke is angered and anxious, Miriam is overjoyed and relieved, and Timon simply said, 'Boys, we're outnumbered'. (They have two sons and one daughter between them)

Despite adoring his wives, sister-in-law, daughter, and niece (!), Timon is vaguely irritated by, to quote 'all the damn women clucking around in this house' and is secretly ecstatic when Tech and company show up on his doorstep.

[talesfrommedinastation]

EXCUSE ME FOLKS, IMMA PRINT THIS OUT AND EAT IT SO THAT IT'S PART OF ME FOREVER!

Timon Chapelle and Dr. Tanke Drummer, everyone.

OCs from The Expanse who feature heavily in both Far Past the Ring and To Guard Against Titans.

They're TALL, (Timon is 6'11, and Tanke is 6'4!), generational Belters who served the OPA in their 20s, and, over a decade later, are settled on Medina Station, raising their kids, working as a firefighter and as a physician, and, when the going gets tough, the tough hand out Molotov cocktails and grab fire axes and both protect and punish as best they can.

@theoasiswinds is beyond talented and I cannot thank them enough!

Commission for the lovey @talesfrommedinastation

[sergeantgoggles]

I'm gonna need someone (me) to write a multi-chapter fic about TBB finding Kix in Dooku's treasures and Rex clinging desperately to him (and Echo) because they're all that's left of the Torrent polycule. Complete with all kinds of guilt and smut and angst and smut with a smattering of Polybatch.

Rex takes them to where the 332nd went down to say goodbye to Jesse, and then they start searching for Cody.

When Crosshair rejoins TBB, he tells them that Cody went AWOL, and Echo brings that information to Rex and Kix, and thus starts the hunt.

But yeah, Rex taking Echo and Kix to where he laid Jesse to rest absolutely breaks them. It was easier to be told that they were just gone, but there's a body beneath the dirt and snow here.

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They land where Jesse is buried, and Rex has never brought it up before, so Echo is a little confused when they land the ship.

He asks what they're doing here, because they're supposed to be going to Bracca to salvage supplies, but Rex heaves a sigh.

"You'll see. Come on, both of you."

Echo and Kix exchange wary looks but follow him off the ship. They walk for a little while before Echo observes the buckets in the distance.

"...This is a grave," he whispers to Kix.

"...But whose?" Kix asks with a frown, and Echo shrugs at first, because he's just as clueless. He opens his mouth to ask Rex when he sees the unmistakable Republic cog painted in gray and blue on the bucket in the front.

"Rex," Echo hisses, and he falters, "is that--"

He doesn't get to finish his question, but he gets the answer anyway when Kix bolts between them with a sob trailing in his wake that is an unmistakable "Jesse !"

"Kix, wait!" Echo calls after him. He doesn't wait for Rex. He knows their Captain will be behind them. He watches Kix rush to where there are a large group of brothers aligned in formation and gently touch the bucket with shaky fingers and he start to collapse, but he slides to his knees and catches him, cradles him close.

"I've got you," he murmurs quietly, shakily. Tears stream down his cheeks even as he rocks Kix in his arms.

Quietly, Rex stops behind them, tells them the whole story of the 332nd, and Jesse's last stand to fight for what he thought was right under the chip's control. He thinks Kix is going to punch him when he reaches for him, but he's pulled to his knees and suddenly his arms are full of his two remaining partners mourning yet another lover they couldn't save.

[darthkote]

Star Wars Fanfiction Request Guidelines | OPEN

Hi! I wanna try to write more each day, even if it's just small blurbs or pairing I might not typically write or think about (: I still reserve the right to say no, of course, but to make it easier, I wanted to compile a list of what I won't write/am willing to write. My ao3 -> darthkote

Below are the guidelines to help you craft a prompt that aligns with my writing preferences.

Minors DNI.

Content I Am Willing to Write

Stories rated GA to E.

Pairings of any gender or sexual identity. If you would like narrator/characters to use varying pronouns than those used in Canon, mention it!

Violence, gore, smut, where appropriate for the plot/prompt.

AUs grounded in realism within Star Wars Canon or Legends.

Canon compliant stories (I'll do my best to stay away from fanon if you so wish!)

Clone-shipping

Hurt/Comfort, angst, whump.

Polycules. Platonic, romantic, etc.

X reader. Won't use "y/n"

Content I Will Not Write

Underage characters in sexual situations.

Modern AU. Just not into it, I'm sorry.

Basically, feel free to request anything that falls into these guidelines. If something not listed makes me uncomfortable or disinterests me, I will address it directly as it arises.

Critical Details for Prompts

When submitting your prompt, consider the following elements to help guide the story:

1. Core Concept

What is the central idea or “what if” scenario?

2. Characters

Which characters are the focus?

Are there specific relationships to explore (e.g., romantic, platonic, familial)?

Any characters you’d like excluded?

3. Setting and Timeline

Where does the story take place (e.g., a specific planet, ship, or environment)?

When does it occur in the Star Wars timeline?

Note: I haven’t fully explored the Imperial Era or beyond yet. As I watch more, I will remove this note to reflect that! I have finished TBB and have not moved forward. I am progressing in timeline order in my own time. + Have watched the og trilogy.

4. Tone and Themes

What kind of tone should the story have (e.g., lighthearted, angsty, hopeful)?

Are there specific themes (e.g., redemption, survival, found family) to explore?

Click here for SFW and here for NSFW.

5. Plot Details

Are there key events or plot points you'd like included?

Should the story be action-heavy, dialogue-driven, or a balance of both?

6. Relationships

Specify the type of relationship dynamics (e.g., slow burn romance, mentor-apprentice, camaraderie).

Include whether relationships are romantic, platonic, or unrequited, etc.

7. Style and Structure

Do you have a preferred POV (e.g., first-person, third-person limited)?

Length preference (e.g., short drabble, one-shot, multi-chapter epic)?

8. Canon and AUs

Should the story adhere to Star Wars Canon or Legends, or can it diverge?

If AU, how far does it deviate?

9. Visuals and Atmosphere

Do you have specific imagery or sensory details in mind?

Example: “A dreamlike sequence during Obi-Wan’s meditation.”

10. Dialogue or Scenes

Any specific dialogue or moments to include?

Example: “Have Cody reflect on his scars during a quiet moment.”

11. Avoidances and Triggers

Are there topics, elements, or scenarios you’d like avoided?

12. Inspirations

Share any inspirations: quotes, songs, other fanfics, or Star Wars media.

13. Ending

Specify what type of ending you envision (e.g., happy, tragic, open-ended).

Note:

These are just guidelines—you don’t need to include every single detail when making a request. However, please keep in mind my personal boundaries.

[helpinghanikan]

What they don't have

Crosshair/reader

Sum: It wasn't simply about jealousy, or even getting a dig in. For Crosshair this was just about making sure the regs knew that he had something they could never get.

AN: Nothing says power move like doing your girl in front of a rival.

Crosshair has always had an attitude towards his more on-brand brothers. Whether it be simple sneers, mean words or outright laughter whenever he had to work with them. Supposedly Crosshair has been like this even before you joined as the designated medic.

It didn’t take long for that attitude to get worse with you around. Especially when your relationship passed the point of professionalism. Making it no surprise when he started a fight with Arc trooper Jesse with one sentence.

“We don’t usually work with regs.” Crosshair had said flicking his pick at Jesse.

“What did you call me?!” Jesse had snapped back.

It only took one step for Jesse to get close. Luckily Hunter stepped in to stop the reg. You doing the same for Crosshair. Stepping right in front of him and getting close enough to whisper: “Can you play nice?”

He gives you that smile of condescension. The same kind he gives Wrecker when they start one of their little contests. You weren’t Wrecker, though.

“Play nice?” You repeated. “For me?”

He doesn’t verbally agree but he does drop the look. Shooting one last glare towards Jesse over your shoulder before the ship crashed.

There wasn’t any time to focus on Crosshair and his attitude. Kix was a good medic but you had to take point on Commander Cody. Not that you could blame Kix for being distracted. The Bad Batch were unique in how they work, it was practically a show. Albeit a show you’ve seen dozens of times by now.

By the time Kix remembered he had a job Cody was on his way to stable. Kix kneeling across from you to give Cody another once over. Having the unfortunate timing of seeing Crosshair pause while walking by.

“Nice enough?” The sniper says to you. Moving what little hair was in your face while doing so.

You don’t say anything. Just barely shake your head. Making eye contact with Kix and asking; “Help me with the stretcher?”

Jedi weren’t the only non-clones to be found in the field. Medics, mechanics, and specialist from across the galaxy have enlisted themselves for the war. It also wasn’t unusual for those non-clones to become more than just a comrade.

This little interaction didn’t prove anything. You could just have a touchy relationship with Crosshair. The same with Wrecker who held out his hand to help you. And with Tech who kept a hand on your shoulder whenever he was close enough. There was only one physical interaction with Hunter, but a little forehead touch before tucking in still counted.

When the fight started you kept your distance. Letting the boys vent their frustrations and pride at eachother while you stayed with Cody. Slipping him some of the good stuff when he started to stir. Drugs are the only way to keep clone commanders down when injured. They’re worse than medics when sick.

Jesse and Kix took first watch after that fight. Kix pointing his head towards the sky to feel for any injuries. Nothing major that he could feel. Just a little sore skin from Crosshair’s gauntlets on his throat.

“We all come from the same donor. Same handsome donor, right?” Jesse asked, looking over the camp.

Jesse had noticed your interactions with the Batch, too. Making the comment when Hunter took a moment to stop by your cot. Whispering something before booping his forehead against yours.

You weren’t as durable as the others. While everyone else made do with the ground and their arms you got a blanket. Your pack being used as a makeshift pillow. Facing where Jesse and Kix were stationed. Not even looking at them, only closing your eyes.

“That’s what the long necks said. I don’t remember the word ‘handsome’, though.” Kix said, although he wouldn’t disagree.

“The point is, Kix, there’s millions of us. Why’d she go for the one that looks like a ghost?” Jesse says, trying to subtly gesture towards you.

“Or that can’t even fit through a door?” Kix added.

They never would have heard Crosshair if he didn’t want them to. Choosing to walk right between them, giving them both a glance. He had heard what they said but didn’t snap back or anything like they expected. Instead he just walked between them. More focused on reaching you rather then dealing with these two.

Jesse and Kix watch Crosshair, although it’s hard to hear. Although jokes were made it wasn’t clear if you and Crosshair were a thing. Making Jesse tense when Crosshair kneeled behind you, two fingers gently running over your jaw.

“He wouldn’t try-.” Kix started to say, ready to intervene if needed.

You smile before Kix can finish. Bringing a hand up to hold Crosshair’s face, turning your head back to give him a kiss.

“Never mind then.” Kix says, looking away to the woods.

Jesse didn’t look away. Instead eh tried to hide that he was watching. Switching between looking at his hands and looking back over.

Crosshair broke protocol by removing his armor during a mission. They were stacked next to the couple. Leaving Crosshair in his blacks when he slid under the blanket. Spooning you with a surprising amount of body heat.

Tech was usually the one who came over during missions. When it’s just the squad and there’s no fear of jokes about the ‘weak’ member needing a hug. In reality Tech needed sleep more than the others. That you helped meant nothing, it was all about productivity.

It should be surprising that Crosshair hasn’t mocked Tech for wanting a cuddle during missions. Solely because Crosshair understand the effect you had. And took advantage of it when ever he could. Like now when Tech chose to sleep alone to save pride.

Crosshair didn’t care about what these regs said or thought. Making eye contact with Jesse. Turning his head to kiss your cheek and whisper something into your ear.

You nod, eyes still closed, and Crosshair’s hands start to move.

For the sin of existing Crosshair kept looking to Jesse. Making this new rival was watching as your breasts were cupped. Crosshair squeezing hard to get through your shirt and bra. Something that you made a face at and turned your face towards him.

Crosshair asking to join and asking to touch could only be heard by you. When you whisper “softer…” it travels through the camp.

Kix looking up at the same time Wrecker does. Catching each other’s eye across the way. While Kix gives nothing Wrecker grins. The giant would probably give a hearty chuckle if he wasn’t already falling back asleep.

Crosshair, like the others, listens. Blanket and shirt fabric hiding the journey his hand takes up your shirt. Sliding his thumb under the wire and pushing up until your breasts were freed. His hand, like his breath, was hotter than any sun could be. War worn skin lightly rubbing over a nipple that makes you keen.

Both Kix and Jesse are watching now. Crosshair smirking behind your head when he sees this. Kissing your cheek and whispering into your ear.

“They’re watching,” He whispers just for you. “Should we stop?”

Neither Kix nor Jesse were ready for your eyes to open. Jolting slightly when you didn’t really react to the voyeurism. Just closing your eyes again and leaning back. Kissing Crosshair as your answer.

Crosshair presses his body over yours. Keeping the blanket over your hips when his hand goes lower. Reaching the hem of your pants and easily finding their way past it.

His fingers are surprisingly soft. His gloves kept his hands safe from too much damage. They likely kept them warm, too. A heavy breath thanked him for this. Your thighs opening for his fingers to find your lower lips.

It’s a bit of an awkward position for Crosshair. Pressed flush against your back. Keeping his arm around your torso with a hold on your breast. His other arm reached over your waist to get between your thighs. Not a lot of physical pleasure came from barely grinding against your back. All of it came from the effect his fingers had on you. And the look Jesse and Kix had when they pretended not to be watching.

He looks to Kix. The one who tried whatever skills regs have against Crosshair’s own. The only thing he got from this was a sore neck and a show. Crosshair making sure Kix looked over when he brought his hand back from you. Sliding two fingers into his mouth and returning them between your thighs.

Going from one dangerous mission to another left you without for two weeks at this point. By extensions, so did your boys. This made the parting of your lips have a bigger effect then they normally would. Finally feeling a cool touch from heated hands on your most sensitive skin. What else could you have done but gasp?

Listening to moans and whispers were, unfortunately, nothing new for Jesse and Kix. When the boys find someone it’s not like they can rent a motel or somewhere private. The only options are their partner’s place or the barracks.

It was different in the barracks; when the lights go out it’s too dark to see anything past an outline. It’s where you can let your imagination run wild with the moans. None of the boys had gotten under Jesse’s skin, either. Nor did any of them smirked at Kix while they fingered a fellow medic.

“He’s so full of it.” Jesse says.

“I think she is, actually.” Kix adds.

Jesse’s look said ‘shut up’ more than his voice ever could.

Crosshair tended to become too enthusiastic when it came to your pleasure. Finding that one little motions against your pearl that causes a shiver and attacks. Three fingers between your thighs to keep the target exposed and vulnerable. Middle finger speeding in rubs for a second before slowing and starting again.

Warmth from your core had traveled by this point. Growing and stretching throughout your muscles until the tips of your toes were starting to feel it. You didn’t have to do anything special for Crosshair to know this.

You’ve been gripping his working hand since the very beginning. At first it was a point of physical contact. Now it was something akin to a lifeline. Squeezing his wrist hard as you could; whether it was to slow down or speed up no one could say.

“Can I get a kiss?” Crosshair whispers. Switching to a slower massage between your legs.

He didn’t need to ask to get kissed. Just the tilt of your head in the right direction could get your lips working. This question wasn’t for permission, it was a kind of bargaining. He gets a kiss, you get to cum.

“I’m still- I’m still annoyed.” You said, turning your head towards him anyway.

“Of course you are.” He says, taking his demanded kiss.

It was light, barely a press, of lips. Just enough to make him smug about getting what he wanted out of you.

He keeps up his end of the deal. Returning to his slow to swift rhythm that had started the buildup. His arm around your center tightening as you arched. Moving to stay with your wiggling body as the orgasm started to crest.

Crosshair presses his face into the crook of your neck. Running his teeth over the exposed skin but not biting. Probably cursing himself for not moving your collar before starting. If he had your arching neck would be nipped and bitten like the treat it is.

Both Jesse and Kix gave up trying to play it cool. Now outright staring when you come back to yourself. Jesse only looks away when you smile at him. Taking a cue from Crosshair and not caring about what one in a million pair of eyes has to think.

It took awhile to understand Crosshair’s goal of less than private sex. With the others it was the simple fact of timing and finding a place. Neither Wrecker nor Tech ever slowed down when walked in on. Tech too focused on the task at hand and Wrecker finding it downright funny that you got caught. Hunter was the only one who had hesitations. When another person enters the room he can’t help but focus on them, even if it’s for a moment.

With Crosshair it was almost personal. Becoming so much more affectionate and loving when a reg could be in the vicinity. Although his love was for you, his eyes were still watching them. Making sure they knew who was the one touching you.

Fingers that still smell like you run move your hair. Crosshair kisses your jaw, your cheek, and your temple. He stays close and asks; “Can I have you?”

It’s too good of an opportunity to give up. Smiling as you replied, “Can I get a kiss?”

The kiss you get is also more than his. It’s a deep press that becomes a bite. Pushing you down from his arms until your flat on your back. Hands on his back, too focused on his backside to care that the blanket was gone.

Crosshair moves faster than you can keep up with. Pants already to your thighs before you even thought to lift your hips. Down to your boots that are, thankfully, easily to toe off without having to move positions.

Trooper blacks come in two pieces; top and bottom. Really they were just overpriced pajamas. Making it easier to slip his bottoms down than it was to get yours unzipped.

Bottoms past his ass you don’t get long to admire him. Warm against the inside of your thigh that he holds to guide. Barely a touch of precum making it anywhere but between your legs. Both hands reaching up to hold his face during penetration.

It’s surprising that the separatist didn’t hear your combined moan. Jesse certainly heard it. His leg bouncing up and down like a nervous twitch. Kix notices this, raising an eyebrow but choosing not to say anything when Jesse snaps “What?”

This was a different kind of jealousy then Jesse usually shows. Not the same pouting when a fellow clone snags the cutie at the bar before Jesse got a chance to. No, this seemed to be actual anger at Crosshair. Watching with his arms crossed and scowled face.

You’re too busy to care about that. Or even to give Jesse and Kix a glance. Instead bending your knees on either side of Crosshair’s waist. Moving with Crosshair’s almost erratic thrusts that do little more than scratch the surface.

Looking up to your man, and seeing him look to something else, can’t be anything but insulting. Especially when he has the same smile he gets when mocking Wrecker. The little shit preferring to see the shimmering mess he had made out of Jesse than to even think about you.

“Hey,” You whisper but also grab his chin. Turing his head to look back at you. His eyes are the prettiest when they’re wide. “I’m the one you’re inside of, Darling.”

His wide, cute, eyes don’t stay that way for long. He instead gives a single laugh.

“You’re absolutely right.” He says. The only warning you get before he hauls you up and onto his lap.

Your arms work on their own. Wrapping around his neck to gain stability while you looked up to the sky. Your own weight and gravity bearing down to spear you onto Crosshair. Your man only making it worse by thrusting up to match.

“How selfish of me.” Crosshair says, running his hands up your sides and onto your back.

Although quiet there is still a distinct smacking noise that only grows louder. Crosshair leaning forward to take refuge in your neck. Although a quieter man he’s never been really good at keeping his voice down during sex.

He loses himself in the feeling of you. Keeping you closer than any hug could ever be. His face pressed into the crook of your neck. Getting drunk on the smell and taste of your skin. If it weren’t for the stupid uniform shirt he would have covered your breasts in nips and kisses. He digs dull nails into your thighs. Growing more and desperate for touch as he grows closer.

You and Crosshair were different than the meet ups the regs do. Both Jesse and Kix have had their fair share of hookups. There’s always a battalion bunny or three on some planet looking for a trooper. But those were usually quick and done with barely a name shared, let alone a kiss and hug.

Although a laugh doesn’t come out, it is funny how loud Crosshair can get when he cums. Enough so that you covered his mouth when he started to grow beyond a moan. Nodding for him to finish inside when he looks up at you with those eyes that have started to widen.

Kix watches you smile at Crosshair’s mumbling into your neck. He presses his lips when you giggle at how loud Crosshair had gotten. That you run your hands through his hair, and he looks up at you like you’re the only star in the sky. He frowns at your kiss and has to completely look away when you say, “Love you.”

Jesse does the same when Crosshair responds. Not letting his brother see the effect a regular reminder of love has on him.

[space-girl-and-droids-art]

The Syndulla Polycule.

[princehai]

So beautiful, this is the polycule we deserve

I can’t do this anymore 😭

[trudemaethien]

Meme thing! Fi/Ordo for 001 and Echo for 002 plz!

🤡 this got long, both answered under the cut 🥰

001 Fi/Ordo

started shipping: When I first read them interacting I said “That, that’s flirting, right there.” I was immediately sold: stamped, signed, and sealed.

my thoughts: they ought to wear the heck out of some skirts.

happy: they are both yearning and then they find what they were looking for—family belonging, love. (In my version at least. we don’t talk about that 501st travissty)

sad: they only knew each other in canon for a very fleeting moment despite having the same trainer/father figure. Fi got brain damage and might never be the same. Ordo congealed into a colder and grimmer version of himself as time went on. BUT we don’t talk about brunooo that ending.

fanfic annoyed- this is a rare ship so there is not a lot of fic, so general characterization: when they make Fi the bottom/fem gay boi and Ordo this serious badass cishet macho man.

fanfic i look for: like i said, grand total of SIX fics for them rn, and one is mine. So, uh, first thing I look for is, is the writer one of my friends? yes, for four of the six remaining. (@kungfuslippers i am so thankful for your half of the tag🙏) and one more I hadn’t seen so I’m gonna be reading that as soon as i’m done here LOL

end up with who else? Well. I ship a convoluted and very fun repcomm polycule so uh. Fi has (counts fingers) three or four other partners (Atin, Sev, Parja, and sometimes Corr) and Ordo has like. six? (Besany, Corr, Laseema, Mereel, Maze…maybe some of the other Nulls idk) but ideally they will all be happy together. If i have to pick my fave ships, Bes/Corr/Ordo, and Fi/Sev

happily ever after: ^^^ sprawling family and yaim and maybe some kids they help raise, getting old and fat and still absolutely fabulous in their skirts. 👁️🫦👁️

big spoon/little spoon: switch. they tend to full-body flop on top of each other more often, to quell each other’s fidgets/anxiety. very active sleepers. no sheet survives first contact.

favorite nonsexual activity: I think they like to try new things, and bonus points if they can do whatever the activity of the hour is while holding hands. Ordo is the most solid of Fi’s partners and Fi is the most unrestrained of Ordo’s, so they gravitate toward each other rather than any of the others when that’s what they need.

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002 Echo

feelings: this guy’s a BITCH and i have a GRUDGE but no actually I do like him 😂😂😂 He’s just a godawful pain to write!

romantic ships: Commander Fox, Rex, Fives, the Torrent polycule in general, TBB

platonic OTP: Dogma

unpopular opinion: hm. i think he might feel proprietary about and even sort of enjoy his techno union swag?

canon: i wish desperately that he got to see Fives again.

crossover ship—maybe it’s stuck up of me but i don’t think about crossovers, sryyy

headcanon: he’s very mentally organized even before the body mods, and Fives’ chaos has a category all of its own in his data directory. Also that he kept the regulation appearance to stand out in Torrent’s sea of unique markings and hairstyles, and because he had too many ideas about how he could look. Post-techno union, he’s guiltily pleased he did not have to choose. Like he earned his distinctive look?

[eriexplosion]

Oh hold on I actually do have a ship haha with almost no content 🤣 it's just Cody and crosshair bc of that whole touch starved wrist gripping moment it did something to my brain I stg. I multiship extensively tho pls go ahead and talk about tbb polycule or something, it's just that no other clone ships have flicked that switch yet (but I like seeing them as happy background pairings in fic)

Okay, but you are so correct for this anon like.... I shipped Cody/Crosshair a LITTLE before season 2 because that's the One Person outside the batch that Crosshair respected, to the point that he got into it with Rex because Rex wanted to take command. That's already a pretty special place, good ship potential even if no one was taking it, but that wrist cling rewired my brain chemistry about it. I have a few Cody/Crosshair fics in my bookmarks right now waiting for energy to read them, but they haunt my brain.

Also, the angst potential is off the charts. Because Cody obviously leaves without him - which of course he did, Crosshair seems to have doubled down on the Empire and didn't take any of the lures Cody was putting out to test his loyalty. From Cody's end, trying to take Crosshair with him would put them both at risk.

But from Crosshair's end, I hard headcanon that he killed the governor to protect Cody, especially because it was almost immediately after they had their little Moment in the stairwell. To him he's reaffirmed his loyalty to Cody not the Empire, even if Cody doesn't get that, and he has justttt enough time to think that maybe he can figure out how to explain it and then. Boom. Cody's gone. He's alone again. And the only bit of closeness he has to try and survive through an undetermined length of time ahead is that memory of grabbing onto Cody's wrist.

Like I am unwell about it. As is Crosshair, who is in fact unwell about several things.