Poor Fox, Thinking He Could Rest With His Squad Around. They Could Never Allow It.

Poor Fox, thinking he could rest with his squad around. They could never allow it.

See what Fox doesn’t remember is that it was his idea.

My Shadow

Your eighteen, your beautiful, and your mine. My sweet Shadow.

Ohh, so I just have t reblog to join this thing. Cool!

Character I'd marry: Echo. He's just so sweet and understanding, I feel like we could help each other and be in a good relationship.

Character I'd want to be friends with: Tech and Hunter. I could info dump with Tech. Hunter and I would be sensory issues buddies.

Character I'm most like: I don't know. But probably Tech or Crosshair, just doing my own thing with the people that I trust. Not going out. But I don't mean to be a jerk like Cross does.

Droid I'd like to own: IDK. I don't know enough of them to choose one I'd like around all the time.

Planet I'd like to Visit: Pabu or Naboo. I like the peace and ocean vibes of Pabu and the large open space of Naboo.

Tag if you want.

Star Wars Tag Game

May the 4th be with you!! Let's play a little game to celebrate Star Wars.

Character I would marry: Din Djarin

Character I would be best friends with: Leia Organa

Character I am most like: Obi-Wan Kenobi

Droid I would like to own: BB-8

Object I would like to own: Obi-Wan's lightsaber

Place I would most like to visit: Coruscant

Tagging: @imabeautifulbutterfly @mysticalgalaxysalad @tailorvizsla @grogusmum @pro-fangirls-unsocial-life @beskarmermaid @moonstrider9904 @starlightrows @lilhawkeye3 @nintendolover13 @flightlessangelwings @lune-de-miel-au-paradis @basiclauren @kavecika @boomtowngirl @omaano @kingoffantasy516 @becks-things @artsy-girl-76 or anyone else who wants to play!!

Bad Batch Crosshair- Modern Au (Stew)

Okay, yesterdays post got the comment "Protect her at all costs Crosshair." Well, this is a reminder that one of the people she needs protection from is herself. AKA, stressed overworked single mother needs a reminder to take a break.

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Crosshair entered the house, his keys clicking to let Lyni know he was home. The smell of the stew she was making filled the house. Despite the reassurances she did not have to cook for everyone while staying at his families house Lyni still insisted on it.

Walking into the kitchen Crosshair stopped in his tracks. The fact that Lyni was partly hunched over the stove was not surprising, it was what she was wearing. Which was nothing but a towel.

Her hair was falling down her back still darker from her shower, with drops of water gleaming on her bare arms. He could see the markings white against her skin. What he could also see was the scars. Whip scars across her shoulders, scars of knives on her arms and legs as well as lighter scars of nails.

Mentally slapping himself he looked away, "Lyni."

Tossing a "Hi Cross." Over her shoulder before, "Can you get the red weed from above the stove?"

Quickly walking across the room, careful not to look at her and brought down the little jar. Clearing his throat, "Lyni," he started again, "you should get dressed."

Brushing it off, "I can't leave the stew." Before he could protest, "If it isn't cooked just right Shadow will refuse to eat for the next twelve hours which will cause Brutal to join her hunger strike."

Before she could continue Crosshair put a hand on the wooden spoon she was using to stir, "Surely I can do this for a few minutes while you get dressed."

Looking up at him she blinked for a moment then adjusted his hold on the spoon before taking it around in a few of the figures she was using, "Just keep doing that pattern ok?" He nodded and she stepped away and headed towards her room, "Oh, and make sure to be getting the bottom of the pot." With a last okay from him she left the room.

Right hand burning from the memory of her touch, Crosshair continued to stir the pot in the same figures she showed him until Lyni came back into the room wearing sweatpants and an overlarge shirt. Looking at her, "So that's where that shirt went."

She still had a towel around her shoulders and stopped where she was using it to dry part of her hair, "Sorry..."

With a slight smile, "No need to apologize." Seeing her move forward and reaching for the spoon he adjusted himself so she could not reach the stove top, "Finsh brushing your hair."

Rolling her eyes she sat down on the chair he usually lounged in and took out the brush. Running it though her hair she started humming a little song. Finally her hair was free of snags and she walked into the kitchen again, gathering more ingredients to be within reach of the pot. Looking up at him, "Could you braid my hair for me while I finish this?"

Crossair nodded, "Let me wash my hands first." Taking back the spot at the stove she continued making the stew. And when his hands were clean again, Cross brushed her hair a bit more to make sure it was free of snags before braiding it. He moved carefully, both to make sure it was right and because he liked the feel of her hair in his calloused hands. This was a moment he didn't want to end.

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I hope you guys like it. Yes, there is a bit of angst at the scaring but mostly fluff.

Yes holding hands is very comforting. Love the little guys.

They’re lost :( and they can’t find any of their friends :(( and the corn maze is closing in half an hour :((( and they keep hitting dead ends :(((( and the only solution is to hold hands :(((((

Big thanks to @sleepy-maya​ for suggesting Codywan as a princess and a pirate!

(Today’s alternate Clonetober prompt is “overwhelmed”)

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Baby clones in animal onesies are available as stickers, mugs, and other fun things on Redbubble! 

Bad Batch Crosshair - Modern AU (He wants to talk, ignore the armoury he is carrying)

As mentioned in the first one of these Cross is a bit loose on morals but he starts to change after meeting my OC Lyni. In fact he is getting very soft towards and protective of her and her twins. What would his reaction be to learning she is not a virgin either? (Hints of SA and other trauma. I keep it family friendly.)

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Crosshair's stomach dropped a bit as Lyni flinched hearing someone come in before smiling at him. As he had gotten to know her better he realized that this was a normal reaction if someone got too close or startled her. Pushing down the anger at whoever caused it he motioned to the pile of papers on the table, "What are you working on?"

Leaning back in her chair stretching her arms, "The forms for the new school year." Moving her neck in a way that made some joints pop, "There is additional paperwork for proving that I am the legal guardian of the twins."

Sitting across from her at the kitchen table, "Why is that?"

Folding slightly into herself, "Something about helping at risk children." Her fingers started tracing the pattern of the markings on her arms, "I think it's just a way to make them feel better about themselves.

He nodded once and watched her as she started to relax a bit before asking, "Anything I can help with?"

A small laugh, "Not unless you can explain my brothers relationship with his wife better than I can." Looking up from the pages, "Although I did get a visit from the police when I explained that they fought to the death, and the winner took the kids." Crosshair blinked slowly at this but gave no other sign this startled him. He was getting more used to Lyni's way of stating things like this as simple fact. Although he was still getting over the fact she had thought that everyone had a ceremony to choose one family member to be drugged and hung on a butchers hook for three days before making it back home alone.

After some peaceful quiet except for the sound of pen and paper she spoke, "Do you have any?"

He looked up confused, "Any what?"

Looking at him, "Kids." Then with a slight tilt of her head, "You certainly have gotten around enough to at least have some."

This was another thing about Lyni, she did not step away from topics. With a shrug, "None that I know of."

The pen had stopped moving, "Did you have a choice? When you started?"

Not knowing what she was getting at he nodded, "Yeah I had a choice." Then the topics of children, intimacy, and choice sank in. "Lyni," his voice was soft trying to get her to look at him, "did you have a choice in making children?"

She shook her head, "Mother decided when I was old enough. And she decided who could come in to my room any time they wanted." Rubbing her slender hands together, "That's when my brothers and I started doing liter piles more." Ah yes, when the entire family slept together in a pile.

Realizing that she was shaking and fighting back tears Crosshair moved to crouch next to but careful not to get into the space she had established over the time he had known her. Then he found himself saying, "Lyni, I would really like to give you a hug." She turned to look at him as he asked, "Can I?" She nodded and he opened his arms before she collapsed, sobbing into him.

There was no way of knowing how long he held her shaking from. Ten minutes, three hours, or somewhere in-between. All he knew was that he was not going to let her go until she moved away. A part of him promised that this 'mother' she had mentioned and the people she had chosen to hurt Lyni would pay dearly for what they had done.

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Yeah, as it said in the title Cross wants to talk. Don't mind the guns, and knives he brought. And that that bazooka is no problem at all.