Reposting This Cause My Heart Instantly Declared It As Canon, They Definitely Would Fail Miserably At

Found this absolute banger, brain zooming faster than the sound barrier!

Wrecking Ball: The Titan of The Bad Batch

Another great song from Burim Fazliu🔥

Fear in Safety #4

Hello fellow Rats! Tutter here with the next chapter to this series. This one mostly focuses on Wrecker and Omega's first interaction. A bit angsty, but also a smidge of fluff. Hope ya'll like, enjoy! 🐀❤️

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_Chapter 4_

As Omega succumbs to sleep, Crosshair watches her small form on his chest, shielded by his hand. He, firstly, was confused about this whole situation. Like, what could have caused this. Tech better have some sort of idea. Secondly, Cross felt a lingering pain in his chest, though he would never admit it aloud. The way Omega looked at him was nearly enough to make him almost start tearing up. Again, something he would never admit. And thirdly, He was scared for Omega. Was this permanent? What would her life be like? Would she be living in constant fear? The questions continued, but he pushed them to the back of his mind. Right now he needs to focus on Omega.

As he gazes down at her, he feels a sudden wave of wonder. She was small, very small, maybe roughly 4 inches? She looked physically ok, no bruises or cuts or mangled limbs. Every breath was miniscule, nearly impossible to spot, unless you had Crosshair's vision. And her small twitches and the rise and fall of her chest were barely felt. It was crazy to him that this was happening, but what would you expect with their family’s track record, and seamless bad luck? But, no matter what, he was going to ensure that she was safe and that she was not alone.

_Time skip_

Slowly, Omega’s mind stirs awake, taking in the telltale sounds of hushed whispers from who she can only assume are her brothers. Momentarily stretching her limbs out, she pushes her blanket off as she sits up, rubbing at her eyes to wake up. As she looks around, she stiffens. Breath caught in her throat as she looked upon the living room.

It's bigger than it should be, As the walls stretch out far, and the couch, which she realizes she is sitting on, spans out far across her vision. Yesterday’s events play in her head as she remembers, she is small, impossibly small. Cautiously, she backs up, trying to take in her surroundings as best as she can. Until her back meets a plush surface. She turns her head, spotting Lula, but she is huge, looming over Omega. Omega feels sick, this should NOT be happening, it’s just not possible. But it is, and she is possibly stuck like this. How is she gonna confront her brothers?! They are HUGE to her, just thinking about how they are able to take up her entire view sends a shiver down her spin.

Taking a minute, she stays seated, leaning against Lula. In all honesty, it’s kinda cool to see the world from this perspective, everything feels the same but also different altogether. And she notices things that otherwise would have been overlooked without a second thought. She rubs her hand against one of the many stitch works that decorate Lula. Everything is so much more detailed up close. It wouldn’t hurt to get up and try to explore a bit, just need to find a safe way down. Getting up, she walks towards the edge and cautiously looks over. It’s steep, a drop this high could be fatal. Stepping back, she walks to the pillows that rest on the middle cushion of the couch.

Just as her hand reaches out to feel the fringes of a pillow, a voice pipes up from the kitchen. “I’ma go check on ‘Mega.” she startles, facing the kitchen, she can pick up on the sounds of heavy footsteps coming her way. She needs to hide, but where!? Frantically looking around, she can only spot two options; make a run for Lula, or slip to the other side of the pile of pillows and hide in the makeshift corner. The latter seems like a better option, so pillows it is. Running to hide on the other side of the pillows, she tucks her body into the corner made by the pillows and the couch cushion.

The heavy footfalls reach the other end of the couch, presumably where she woke up at. “Wait… Where'd she…” Who she guesses is Wrecker, speaks aloud. Kark! Is he gonna start looking for her!? She shimmies further into the makeshift hiding spot. She doesn’t know what to do. She isn’t ready to face them. Not now. She knows that they would never even think of hurting her. But, just their difference in height makes her feel uneasy.

The silence is cut off when Wrecker's footsteps retreat , she can only guess, to the kitchen. Hearing distressed voices of her vod in the kitchen. Not a moment later, what she can only compare to an earthquake, enters the living room.

Hunter darts into the room, followed by the others. Wrecker's statement of Omega not being on the couch worried them greatly. What if she was stuck? Or what if she was hurt, or lost? They couldn’t risk anything happening, now more than ever. Walking in, they each scanned the room for any signs of her, she couldn’t have gone far. Hearing her brothers searching through the room sent a surge of panic up her body. She was DEFINITELY not ready to face them. The memories of being caught by Crosshair played in her mind, a shiver ran down her spine. The thought of being held again was nerve racking. Lost in thought, she didn’t hear the others stop their search.

The beeping of her comm going off brought her back to reality. “Osik!” she curses, forgetting that she still wore it on her wrist. But she quiets down at the realization of her ever growing predicament. Hunter has incredible hearing. Hunter is in the same room as her. Hunter can hear her. Hand covering her mouth, she prays that he didn’t pick up on her voice. She can’t do this, she can’t.

After what felt like forever, the pillows carefully shifted. Omega, startled by the movement, makes to dart to the end of the couch, but her leg is stuck. It’s wedged deep in between the cushions. Desperately she tugs and pulls her leg, putting all of her strength into it. Kark, she needs to run! She is a sitting duck!

“No no no no no no no!” She repeats, frantically trying to get her leg to budge. But nothing seems to work. In her haze of panic, she doesn’t notice that the pillows have been completely removed for a bit, revealing her frantic, small form to her brothers. Whom watch with mixed expressions, ranging from pity, to deep concern at her struggle. Hunter stands the closest, pillows in hand, followed by Wrecker. Wrecker takes a careful step towards the distressed girl, kneeling down slowly to see her better.

The feeling of HUGE fingers on her leg scares the Kark out of her, to put it simply. She yelps as they move her leg from between the cushions with ease. Showing off the obvious difference in power. As the leg is freed, Omega instinctively turns her body as much as she can and lands a kick to one of the oversized digits. Was she thinking? No. Was it probably a smart idea to kick at someone much larger than herself? Probably not.

The fingers let go and she falls backwards. Looking up, she catches Wreckers' hurt expression. Immediately, she feels great shame. Sure, nothing she can physically do could hurt him. But she just kicked him when he was only trying to help her. Fear and regret swirl in her mind as she looks upon the giant man. She can’t stop the tears from welling up in her eyes.

“Wr-Wrecker… I-I” She starts but fails to finish as tears trail down her cheek. She hates this, being afraid when she shouldn’t. These are her vod for crying out loud. Sure, they can be a bit rough and serious at times. But she loves them, and they love her. This primal fear of, not them specifically, but of their size was really starting to get on her nerves. If she can survive Tantiss TWICE, then she shouldn’t be having problems with being this small in the presence of her brothers! Wiping her tears with the back of her hand, she takes a deep breath in.

The sight of Wreckers looming hand outstretched towards her nearly startles her, but she holds her ground. Instead of focusing on the obvious size difference, she tries to remind herself that this Wrecker. The Wrecker that would take her to get Mantell mix after a mission, the Wrecker that would lift her onto her shoulders and run around as she laughed, the Wrecker that showed his love for others with his bear hugs. He may be large, but he is anything but dangerous. Well, to her at least.

Tentatively, his hand reaches her, thumb resting the side of her face as the rest of his digits cup behind her, lightly touching. His thumb cautiously rubs her cheek, the movement miniscule to him. His hand radiates warmth, just being close to it helps to stave off some of the chill. She craves comfort more than anything right now. Oh, how she would kill for one of his bear hugs. But she will have to make do for now, so she does the closest thing. She latches onto his thumb in a makeshift hug. Her arms barely able to reach all the way around, but she doesn’t care.

His hand stiffens, surprised by her sudden hug. But he quickly relaxes and reciprocates, his hold snug. Her quiet sobs don’t go unnoticed. As her grasp on his thumb tightens, his brows knit together.

“Hey, hey, shhh… It’s a’ok ‘mega, yer safe.” he whispers as softly as can muster, not wanting to scare more than he already has. “... can… can I pick ya up?” He musters to ask as he gazes upon his shaken sister. Who looks back up at him with wide eyes.

Considering his offer, she takes a moment to steel herself before nodding. As Wrecker slowly cups her in a single hand, she holds on tightly to his thumb. Even with how slow Wrecker moves, she still gets a pit feeling in her stomach as he stands up to his full height. Now level with his shoulders she gets a better read of the room. Remembering that they aren't alone. Spotting her brothers scattered across the room, staring at her, slightly startles her. But she is quick to push it aside. Again, these are her brothers! No need to be scared of them. Hunter stands a few feet from Wrecker, face stern but soft. His eyes search her for what she can only guess is possible injuries. Leaning against a couch arm, behind Hunter, is Tech, who keeps looking at his datapad with the occasional typing and back up at her. And Cross is nowhere to be seen, which confuses her.

Hunter is the one to break the shared silence. “Omega? You ok?... How’d-” He steps forward, getting closer to the girls. The sudden movement makes her stiffen. But, Hunter stops mid step, not moving any closer. The look in his eyes screams heartbreak. Realizing her mistake, she wills herself to relax and bite down her fear.

“I’m.., I’m ok, Hunter, I'm fine.” She states, not missing the way his shoulders relax. “I… I don’t know what happened, how… THIS happened. I’m just…” Omega continues as she gestures to herself, latching onto her much needed confidence. “I’m just so- and, and everything is so-.... What’s gonna happen?” Her question wavers in the air, Keeping her eyes on her Hunter, hopeful for an answer. Her brothers share a look, a silent conversation.

“We will figure this out, Miss Omega. one way or another.”

Rat with extreme levels of anxiety and existential dread.

Hooray! 🎈

Quick,You now live your icon's life,HOW SCREWED ARE YOU?

Fear in Safety

Here y'all go ya lovely people, my first ever fic, this will count as the first chapter of this series that is based off of gt-abby's wonderful idea (tiny-Omega). I hope y'all enjoy! 🐀❤️

Here is the link to her Tumblr- https://www.tumblr.com/gt-abby

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(setting/introduction) It had been about 2 months since the fall of Tantis. In this world, Tech survived the fall and was found during Omega and Crosshairs first escape, said fall had resulted in him losing a leg and needing spinal implants. Now, in their present time, they live on Pabu, their new home dubbed “Marauder #2”. Echo still helps Rex with finding their brothers and rebelling against the Empire, but he makes a point to visit when he can. Wrecker helps around at the docks, Tech has taken up on improving the education of the island, Hunter helps with the town's trades and shipments, and Cross has taken up tsunami/weather watching. During Omega’s time stuck on Tantis, Hemlock took an interest in conducting an experiment, one that Omega hardly even remembers and practically forgets altogether. But, it would have an ever-present effect on her life, she just won’t know till it is too late…. Or is it?

_Chapter 1_

Today was a normal average day on Pabu for their family, or as normal as you can get in a household full of ex-military men. They had decided to settle permanently on Pabu after Tantiss. They knew that they couldn’t take any more chances, too many close calls and near deaths had left a sour taste. Now they were safe and living peacefully. Echo still worked with Rex, but he made as much time as he could to be home. It was nearly mid-day, Hunter was running a few errands with Batcher in tow, and Tech and Cross were working outside on a speeder project. Leaving Wrecker as her current company.

“Ay ‘meg, wanna watch a holo ‘fore I leave?” Wrecker offered in his usual loud manner.

Omega had almost forgotten that Wrecker had an appointment for his back, something about a possible damage from overuse? “Oh, um, yea sure. What do you have in mind?” she responded timidly as she sat up straighter.

—Time Skip—

About halfway through the holo, Wrecker had to leave or else he’d be late. He pulled Omega in for a quick hug, figuratively squeezing the life out of her.

“Be good will ya? Don’t cause trouble while am gone.” He stated as he set her back on the ground, a joking smile creased his face. His hand came up and ruffled her hair.

“No promises Wreck, trouble is my middle name.” Omega giggled, a pointed finger raised as if to make her point.

Wrecker's eyes lit up with mock confusion, playing along with her joke “you have a middle name? Since when?!” He boomed, his face crinkled in amusement.

“I kid, I kid Wreck, I’ll try my best, but no promises. I’ll see you soon Vod.” Omega smiled as Wrecker turned to leave, waving bye as he exited. Omega sat back down on the family couch as she continued to watch the holo.

—Time Skip—

After a bit, Omega reasoned that she should get something to snack on, Hunter wouldn’t be all too happy if she skipped a meal, again. So, she picked herself up and waltzed over to the kitchen. She took stock of what was available and decided on her meal. As she reached into one of the cupboards, nausea bristled in her head, pulling her hand back to smooth out her creased forehead. All too soon, black spots dotted her vision till it took over completely.

More to come soon!❤️

Concept art/reference sheets for The Bad Batch. Hunter, Crosshair, Wrecker and Tech.

I have started the first chapter, the next chapter is where the real fun starts. ill link it here, hope you like it! 🐀❤️ https://www.tumblr.com/tacticaltutter/762903056395468800/fear-in-safety?source=share

Random G/t question

Hey G/t peeps Here is a little question for you all Which non videogame duo would be a perfect g/t duo for you, who would be which role and why do you think it would work perfectly, hell even if it doesn't work perfectly and is just random.

Personal experiences;

Urgent care: painful swimmers ear infection.

Emergency care: needed X-rays of my head and spine after a car hit me head on. (I'm fine, had no fractures or anything of the sort. Basically I fought a car and won.)

UC or ER?

FINALLY! (Click for better quality, looks better up close)

after several days of working on this piece, I have finished! Helped freshen up on some of my art skills and such.

So, ya'll may be wondering as to who in the kark this girl is? Welp, do ya'll remember my pieces of my clone trooper Shrike? This is Shrike, they are the one and the same. Now bear with me, I know that some may think that is stupid and doesn't make sense. So I will be explaining that in a sec. I have been waiting to go into detail about Shrike's background and info till I have their face design, and such, done. So now is the time to get into what is my cringe worthy thoughts of my clone trooper Sonna. HORRAY!

(take note that these are at risk of change)

Background:

A long while back, the Kaminoans were doing a series of tests to perfect their decommissioning tactics. Using the cloning material of REDACTED, they cloned a total of 666 test subjects.

They were not given increased aging as that was still in the works

Each subject was killed off, one by one, till they got to the youngest of them, EDC-666. At that point, the kaminoans had just about lost interest and the last clone was left to rot, forgotten, in a crypto pod.

Fastforward to about 9-10 years before the start of the clone wars, A kaminoan assistant happened upon the forgotten clone. Bringing up their finding to the head scientists, it was decided after much heated debate that the random subject would be used for a side training experiment.

Thus, EDC-666 became ECT-666.

Training:

It was decided that ECT-666 would be trained in assassination and black ops training.

Most of their weapon training specialized with melee weapons for quieter executions.

ECT-666's favoritism of longer blades and throwing knives did not go unnoticed.

Due to their small size, they exceled at stealth and hiding.

As a result of ECT-666's obvious difference in appearance to the other clones, they were trained separately, and not permitted to be seen by anyone else but the kaminoans and the trainers.

A good portion of their usual trainers showed disgust towards ECT-666. Many interactions left them with bruises or at worst a broken bone or two.

This led to ECT-666 having to learn to see to their own wounds, in fear of the Kaminoans seeing them as a damaged product.

In addition, a chunk of ECT-666's training followed the ARC-trooper programs. So, they were unofficially, partially trained as an arc.

Physical Apperance:

At the start of the clone wars, ECT-666 is roughly 15 years of age, standing at exactly 5'0.

They are of female origin, are naturally blond, with blue-green eyes (Hazel?).

Receives during their time in the war several scars; one traces across their right eye and nose, an acid burn scar on the left cheek that resulted in lack of said cheek, spiderweb like scars on their right arm from blacking and explosion, and various other small scars here and there. A singular scar runs around their left shoulder, was a result of a training session that went too far.

Mental State:

Unknown to the Kaminoans, ECT-666 has some of the memories of the other clones like them from the decommissioning tests. Most of said memories were of their deaths and the harsh treatments they received. They most come from nightmares and when they get a sense of deja vu. ECT-666 has no idea as to why, but they don't let it slip.

Due to the collective trauma; of watching clones being decommissioned, grueling training, and somehow having a vast number of the memories of the other clones of REDACTED. ECT-666 suffers from PTSD, depression, anxiety, and stress.

ECT-666 most likely has ADHD that they inherited from their template. Additionally, they are semi on the autistic scale.

Has zero self-restraint to jump headfirst into danger.

There will be more to come soon, so keep your eyes out for it! ❤️🐀

Littlest Clone (Bad Batch G/t) Ch 2

Chapter 2: Cursed

The ringing in her ears brought Omega slowly back to the land of the living as the once intense pressure of her body dulled away into soreness. She tried to reach for lula, her stuffed animal, but no matter where she reached she couldn't seem to obtain what she was looking for.

Omega groaned as she decided she’d have to get up; Pulling herself more and more awake she peeled her eyes open, trying to adjust to the intense blur she had from the deep and very restless sleep she just tried to receive. 

When her eyesight returned she froze as the world around her seemed yards away, the gunner seat-made room was as big as a kaminoan facility and when she slowly looked to her left the suddenly hulking figure of her lula doll rested at least a few arm lengths away.

“No this…This is just a dream- Just a dream..” Omega choked out as she shook her head, slapping her cheeks and trying not to cry more, “Wake up Omega- Wake up!”

Everytime she tried to open her eyes and return to her normal life she was met with the same overwhelming sight of a giant stuffed animal, with an even more enormous space she had once called her cubby room.

She had shrunk!

Her breathing picked up as she started to panic at the intense realization what she was witnessing was more than likely real, Omega shakily scooted back as her head towered up and up to everything so big but she had forgotten the ledge of her room as she felt her hands slip away and her world fall back.

She let out a terrified scream as she fell backwards through heavy silk curtains to her room and only then managed to grip onto metal last minute.

Omega was now dangled on the gunner's mount, only a few inches tall, and very much fearing for her life!

She cried out as her hands started to ache and she was failing fast to pull herself up, “HUNTE- AH!” 

She cried out in horror as time slowed and she started to make the long and fatal fall down-

Before she could hit the cold metal floor of the ship a blast of air swooped around her and with a rough and quick thud she landed in a ball of warmth that enclosed tight around her.

Was she dead? She couldn’t see anything nor move…maybe this was…but then?

Why could she hear nothing but a loud pounding of a heart?

Omega seemed to have stayed in the bunched up position wherever she was for a good bit because once she realized she was in fact not dead she slowly touched her warm and leathery prison only for it to suddenly jolt.

Slowly light broke through and she had to shield her eyes as finally she realized what saved her was a hand…a giant hand.

The returning ‘small’ panic returned as she fumbled back hazily against large fingers that shakily curled upwards to keep her from falling more. The enormous figure belonging to the hand finally cleared in her sight as the wide and shocked eyes of Hunter looked right down at her.

“Ome…Omega?” He breathed out, seeming very out of breath and in shock to have in one moment been fast asleep in his bunk to being shot awake and lurching forward in instinct to catch a now…tiny Omega.

“Hun-te-no! St-Stay back!” Omega scrambled wildly in her own sheer panic, unable to comprehend everything going on as she fought against the growing grip securing her.

“Omega! Omega it’s ok- it’s ok it’s me!” Hunter hushed his voice as he tried to coax the tiny girl down and keep her from hurting herself further but her panicked expression couldn't seem to read him so he used a tactic he had once used before when she was plagued with nightmares…

Omega felt herself be pressed against something firm and warm as a heartbeat now sounded in her ears, she squeezed her tear filled eyes tight as a small pressure on her back ever so slightly shifted into a rubbing pattern.

Was she safe…? This felt familiar…

Hunter sighed in relief as the small struggle stopped and Omega eased into his chest little by little. He could hear the hammering of her little pulse and even more through the heavy scent of fear, It broke his heart…

After a short bit of simply laying on the floor and very gently rubbing a thumb on her back he could feel her pulse slow as if she had entered sleep. Only then did he decide it was safe to pull her away into cupped hands to observe what exactly all of this was.

Omega laid curled in his coarse hands, her chest falling and rising slowly. She had to have only been five inches and piecing some things together Hunter figured she must have fallen out of her bed through her own unrealized panic. He looked behind him at the bunks where not a single of his brothers had even budged from their sleep to the commotion, He was now beyond grateful for his enhanced senses and even more for his fast reflexes.

Hunter knew he’d have to go about the next few hours more carefully; Waking Omega, Telling the boys, restraining Tech, finding some sort of solution to whatever this was…

For now to ease his mind he’d settle with taking a quiet moment to think and let Omega sleep, Atleast now somewhere secure.

Slowly getting up Hunter carefully held Omega to his chest as he went to the front of the ship where things would be more quiet.

👏🏾Education 👏🏾is 👏🏾a 👏🏾right,👏🏾 not👏🏾 a👏🏾 service 👏🏾

Pass along and use the shit out of them