"This One's Got A Face Tattoo...real Subtle." I Really Liked Playing With Lights And Shadows, And Tried

SPOILERS FOR TBB SEASON 2

These episodes left me broken and in absolute shambles. It’s the way my sister and I were both sitting there in silence, grossly sobbing into our hands when we realized that Echo was going with Rex. I CRIED SO HARD. How can I live love laugh in these conditions?!?

What if something happens to Echo and that’s what causes Rex to kinda leave the rebellion?!? NEVERMIND I DONT WANNA THINK ABOUT IT.

Can we talk about that clone assassin for a minute?? I know Rex mentioned how he was different, had his signature/number removed, and he was obviously…interesting, compared to clones with activated chips. My guess? Maybe prototype of a death trooper or purge trooper? Seeing his interaction with Rex was so.. scary, I loved it. I am definitely more afraid for clones in the empire now, because I’m pretty sure they’re gonna be turned into mindless killers like that guy. And now I’m so scared for Cody- like yeah, rampart *said* he went awol, but do we know that for certain?? What if he got death/purge troopered?!?! akbhquwwqn

CANT BELIEVE RAMPART GOT ARRESTED TOO. That’s so crazy to me. Like DAMN. I wonder who is gonna fill his role? New main antagonist for the batch? Maybe they just straight up gotta fight a Sith Lord now lmfao 0-60 in seconds 😭.

I can hardly type Im so heart broken rn omfg 💀💀 echo my beloved pls come home to us when you are ready 💔💔💔😭😭😭😭

I do think it’ll be cool to see the original bad batch dynamic without Echo. AND I WANNA SEE AN EPISODE WITH ECHO AND REX COMMITTING CRIMES

I’m crying

Echo returning and being the mom he is by making sure hunter and crosshair don’t fight each other

If I made a discord server, how many of you would join?

It would be a place to easily reach me, I would probably live-stream WIPs, you’d get to hang around and talk to other clone simps, share your art, writings, headcanons, AUs, ocs, play some games, and just chat or hang around.

DAMNNN SHE GOT FOLDEDDDDD

"UNFORTUNATE TURN OF EVENTS"

Hunter, Wrecker, Fennec Shand One Shot Alt Universe Fic

 SPOILERS FOR SEASON 3, EP 8-YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Word Count: 537

Background: Hunter and Wrecker take a job with Fennec Shand in exchange for Intel on the Empire...with an unfortunate turn of events. For whom?

Warning: Swearing, canon-typical violence. SPOILERS S3!

(Credit: Cool moving star dividers by @4ngelic-wh1spers )

From the very beginning Hunter and Wrecker had misgivings about working with Fennec Shand. 

Aside from her trying to maim or kill Hunter she took off with Omega, a terrified child.

He never knew where her loyalties lay. And she didn’t believe in even a smidgen of selflessness. 

Now being rudely ordered around by this cold woman on some swampy ass crack of a planet for intel...that he wasn’t sure they’d ever see. 

But he and Wrecker really had nothing to bargain with. 

Now she was giving them both crap about losing Omega. 

Bitch doesn’t know shit about where we’ve been or what we’ve experienced to protect our family. 

Plus, she was willing to kidnap A KID for MONEY. 

Fennec claimed to stop going after the bounty when whomever hired Fennec thought Omega would be safer with them. And she refused to tell them who that was.  

Mighty nice of you, sweetheart. 

“Guess they were wrong about that.” She taunted them. 

Wrecker shot back “Guess you’ll work for anybody, as long as you get paid.” 

Hunter was starting to lose his patience...and a bit of his empathy. At least for sketchy characters who dangled important info that would help a cause or an innocent person’s quality of life, just out of reach. 

He knew he was becoming bitter. Compassion Fatigue. 

“Good guys or bad guys, their money is all the same.” She trotted out THAT platitude. 

“Well, money isn’t everything.” Hunter countered. 

“That’s cause you don’t have any.” Fennec sneered. 

Under the helmet Hunter ground his teeth. She had no right to judge him and his brothers this way. Surely, she started from nothing? Didn’t most of the galaxy? 

The bounty was bagged and brought back into Fennec’s ship. 

“Pleasure doing business with you.” 

“Hang on. You promised information.” Hunter angrily demanded. 

“I didn’t say I had it with me. But I’ll get it.” Fennec stared down at them. “After I deliver Sylar to my client. 

“That’s NOT what we agreed on.” Hunter and Wrecker were PISSED, it showed on their faces. 

“You can either fight me or trust me. Take your pick.” 

Hunter and Wrecker glanced at one another stone faced. 

She’s fucking with us. 

“Good choice. I’ll be in touch.” 

Then the confident, cold-blooded Fennec Shand made a HUGE mistake. 

She turned her back on Hunter. 

He shot her, his blaster was NOT set to stun. 

She fell onto the gangplank, still somewhat alive. Instantly regretting that she mistook both clones for harmless fools. 

Hunter stepped up and leaned down to face Fennec. 

“You’re right, we’re credit-less. That’ll change when we turn in your bounty and scrap your ship. We also have your contacts and intel now, too.” 

Fennec gasped, clinging onto the last shred of life. 

“Too late for YOU to learn a valuable lesson: Don’t FUCK with people who have loved ones...cause we’ll do ANYTHING to secure their safety.” 

Wrecker yanked up Fennecs dying body from the gangplank so he could pilot her ship. “Heh, didn’t she say something earlier about eventually everyone’s luck runs out?” 

“Guess she thought it didn’t apply to HER.” Hunter walked off to pilot the Marauder. 

Maker help ANYONE standing in the way of Clone Force-99. 

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I was editing the newest chapter until tragedy struck and ao3 went awol *gross crying*

ALL. I. EVER. WANTED

love you to the moon and to saturn, part one: i think your house is haunted

Notes/Warnings: multi-part fic. Omega whump, Omega POV, Hunter whump, hurt/comfort, Hemlock is a b*tch, Omega is tied up/restrained, Hunter gets beat up and Omega is forced to watch. I've been working on this since the finale and as per usual, this one-shot is now a multi-chapter fic. Enjoy the first chapter!

Omega was terrified.

The guards were always terrifying, always present, but today they were on edge.

They roughly slapped a pair of cuffs on her hands instead of simply telling her to stand, and dragged her from her cell. Omega blinked to clear her vision as the harsh red light was replaced with the white lights in the hall. The commando guards shoved her in front of them and jabbed a blaster in between her shoulder blades to urge her forward. 

Omega tried to get a good look at the cell across the hall. Crosshair stared back at her, eyes wide and mouth set in a firm line. She could almost believe he would jump to his feet, break down the walls of his cell, and run after her. But Crosshair wasn’t an idiot, and neither was Omega. What could he possibly do unarmed against two large, armored commandos? 

The familiar brown eyes watched her walk down the hall with as much grace as an imprisoned adolescent could muster. She glanced back at Crosshair as they loaded her into the elevator. His head was already in his hands.

Omega had long given up on resisting, it only ended up with her being hurt. Or worse, Crosshair being hurt. 

"The best thing you can do is cooperate," Emerie Karr, the woman who called herself Omega's sister, had warned. Emerie insisted that she had warned Crosshair of the same several times, but he had ever listened. Omega understood that Emerie had been trying to help them, but it felt like there was no sincerity behind it. 

Hunter, Wrecker, Tech, and Echo were Omega's brothers, and they had come back to Kamino and certain doom for her. Crosshair was her brother even though he was loathe to act like it, and even he had risked everything to warn them, or so Emerie had told Omega. 

If Emerie was Omega's sister, why wouldn't she act like it? Why didn't she offer them another way out?

Omega frowned. Instead of going down, the elevator was taking them up. Omega was always brought in to watch Nala Se’s work in the labs below ground. Why were they taking her up?

She made herself breathe. Things were going well for them. Nala Se’s work was progressing well, even ahead of schedule, and she hadn’t stepped out of line lately, they couldn’t be punishing her. Perhaps this could be a reward?

Omega shuddered to think what kind of reward Doctor Hemlock would have in mind. Good or bad, she wanted nothing to do with him.

The elevator stopped just as one of the commandos received a comm.

“The timetable’s moved up,” He told his companion. They each placed a large hand on her shoulder, pushing her forward before the door was completely open. 

Omega stumbled over her feet, her hands stretched out in front of her to catch her balance, and tried to catch her bearings. This floor had the same light fixtures as all the other levels of Mount Tantiss, but everything was brighter. Sunlight seemed to come from some unseen windows as they moved her forward. 

Alarms began to go off, and Omega froze. 

“Move it stupid girl!” the butt of a blaster collided with the shoulder where she’d received several injections the day before.

Omega cried out in pain, and slapped a hand over her mouth. Humiliation swelled in her chest at how childish the noise was.

“You idiot!” The other commando snapped at his companion, and now all of them had stopped, even as the PA system announced an intruder alert. “You gotta keep her quiet or he’ll hear!” 

Omega bit her lip. Who was he?

“Isn’t that the whole point of this?” The first commando pointed out.

“Oh, right.” Before she could blink, they hit it again. Omega grit her teeth so that only a whimper made it through, but the pain drove her to her knees.

One of them yanked on her injured arm, and she screamed. It felt like her arm was being ripped out of its socket, white hot pain searing through her body and echoing off the metal walls. 

"Stop! Stop!" She gasped, but they tightened their grip on her arm and resumed dragging her down the hall. One of them took a few steps ahead to open a door. 

Why were they hurting her like this? What point were they trying to make? Hemlock's torture and experiments were sadistic, but they were never pointless. 

"AH!" she cried out as they yanked her arm again, and they tossed her into the room. 

Omega landed on her bad shoulder and whimpered. She tucked her arms into her chest to protect them, and looked around. The room was empty. It was barely larger than her cell, but brightly lit in comparison

The door behind her slid shut, and Omega clumsily stumbled to her feet. 

"Hey!" She slammed the manacled around her wrists against the door, sending a jolt of pain up her arm. After taking a deep breath to mitigate the pain, she gathered all her determination and the discipline Echo had taught her to slam her good shoulder against the door. If they wanted her to make some noise, she'd make some noise

"Let me out of here!" She screamed, slamming her fist on the door. It was solid beneath her hits, not even a dent, and the only window available was just barely out of her field of vision when she stood on her tiptoes. 

She felt rather stupid. She didn't even know if the commandos were still out in the hall. For all she knew they had dumped her in there and left. But Omega had enough of being treated like some animal, and she was going to make it known. 

"Hey! Let me go!" she screamed. 

The commandos didn't deign to reply to her, but she could hear them out in the hall. 

"Blast him!" one of them shouted. Blasterfire muffled any other noises they made, and Omega's heart beat faster. One of them cried out, and most of the blaster fire disappeared. There were a few more blasts, and then some grunts, harmonized with the clash of plastoid armor. 

With one final clatter, the noises stopped. 

Omega bit her lip and backed away from the door. Did she want to know what was on the other side of the door? What kind of creature had fought its way into Mount Tantiss and taken out the commandos? 

Her flight instinct took over as she heard them at the console, tapping the buttons. She scurried across the floor, trying to hide in the corner of the empty room as she curled into a ball and covered her face with her arms. 

The door slid open, and a helmet clattered to the floor. 

"Omega!" 

She gasped and looked up, unable to believe her ears or her eyes. 

"Huh…Hunter?" She whispered. 

Hunter stepped into the room. 

"Hey kid, it's okay," He whispered, holding out his arm towards her. 

Omega braced her hands against the wall, slowly pushing herself to her feet. She stumbled forward, and Hunter closed the rest of the distance between them, wrapping her up in his arms. 

"Hunter!" Omega sobbed. She looped her arms around his neck, still in the cuffs. Her left shoulder screamed in protest, but she ignored it. She had to hold onto him, to wrap her arms around his neck, bury her head in his scarf, to feel his arms around her, with a promise that they would never let go. 

"You came! I knew you'd come!" she said. 

"Yeah," He chuckled softly, "We came.

"I'll always come for you, kid." 

Omega looked up at him, "Are Echo and Wrecker here too?" 

Instead of answering, Hunter scooped her up into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. 

"About that…" 

Omega felt a sinking feeling deep down in her stomach. The lights overhead flickered out, and the red forcefield blocked the door, prohibiting their escape. Hunter shifted Omega to one arm and drew his blaster, fruitlessly aiming at the commandos and TK Troopers that flooded the hall outside the cell, an innumerable amount of blasters aimed at them. 

Omega shivered in Hunter's arms and he pulled her closer. 

"It's okay, it's okay," he told her. He took his eyes off the troopers for just a moment to whisper in her ear. 

"It's all part of the plan." 

"Sergeant Hunter, put down your weapons or we will be forced to shoot." One of the commanders warned. 

Hunter did as he was told. Without letting go of Omega, he crouched down and set his blaster on the ground, kicking it across the room towards the door. Then he drew his knife. In a classic display of Bad Batch noncompliance, he threw it at the shield, grinning to see several of the TK Troopers flinch before it landed just short of the door. 

With Hunter disarmed, the shield was deactivated and a dozen TK troopers swarmed them. One of them grabbed Omega under her shoulders to lift her off of Hunter and she whimpered.

“She’s hurt,” Hunter snarled, even as the troopers pulled him back by the shoulders. Another whacked their blaster against his groin, forcing Hunter to his knees.

Omega, still wearing her bindercuffs, was dropped unceremoniously on the ground and expected to stand on her own. Hunter’s hands were pulled behind his back and cuffed. 

“Good work, men.” This was a new commando standing in the doorway, with yellow paint on his armor.

“Bring them to Doctor Hemlock.”

A DREAM COME TRUE OH MY WORD

I will try to convince him that we must get married in order to escape

Thank you for the tag omg I feel honored

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You’re stuck in a room with the last character in your gallery how safe are you

I’m 50/50 alastor might not kill me but I’m annoying so he might

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Best of luck

YASSSS LOVE LOVE LOVE

SITH HUNTER

Original Skellymom art (color pencil on black paper)

Poor Caleb Dume never stood a chance!

Meant to have this finished last Halloween. Inspired by: Dark Maul, Papa Emeritis (Ghost), The Omen (movie w/the antagonist being marked w/666), and YouTuber Nicholas Damiani's interpretation of Hunter under the influence of the inhibitor chip).

Not the best photo, but wanted to get this out on Tumblr before the double episode drop!