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Temuera Morrison sings & plays guitar so I headcanon most clones are musically talented.

Cross is the Linkin Park fan isn't he? For some reason I can also see him ballroom dancing. Crosshair knows how to tango, I don't know why, he just does.

Echo listens to George Ezra & happy jazz cause he just wants feel good tunes & he deserves it.

I don't know why, but Hunter is a mix of country, classic rock & blues.

Wrecker loves pop & he'll blast Beyoncé & Taylor Swift unabashedly. Also Tubthumping is one of his favorites.

Tech listens to indie bands you've never of and he judges you for not knowing who they are. He has a large collection of music without lyrics and so many curated playlists to match whatever thing he's tinkering with.

True story: three years ago, I used to lurk in a Bad Batch-related chat and I surfaced for a fun art prompt concerning the batch and karaoke times. I don't think I ever posted this here, but better late than never? (My so-called style may not be consistent, but my sense of humor is.)

Also I was slapping down songs and music artists on the fly, it all made sense to me at the time.

Plus a BONUS that I meant to add on, three years later *:

(*Artist's note: alternate lyrics can switch out "to Blue Bayou" to "to you, Pabu")

New headcanons for tbb Tech & Crosshair the twins:

- Tech & Crosshair are twins

- They fight a lot ( only in their room )

- Tech likes info dumping to Crosshair just to annoy him

- Both were made at the same time

- They fight about random stuff ( ex; who was jinxed first etc. )

- Crosshair’s a virgin while Tech’s not ( don’t ask me )

- they hold hands sometimes

- they hug each other when sleeping

- Tech is older by 0.000000000003 seconds than Crosshair

- they mixed up Tech and Wrecker’s numbers so now Tech is 9902 and Wrecker is 9903

-Crosshair prefers to be quiet while Tech usually enjoys talking about many things ( ex. Space, how the ship works, etc. )

- Their both good at shooting ( long and short range )

- They can easily learn about different languages ( but Crosshair is a bit slower )

- They can also do calculations quickly ( But Tech can do it in his head while Crosshair needs to write it down to be able to calculate it )

- Tech is stronger than Crosshair and one time carried him in a mission ( cuz he got hurt ) and Tech told him that he weighed like a medium sized pot full of soil with 2 small plants inside, which kinda sounds heavy but it's not

- They both can draw well ( but not as well as Hunter ), while Tech drawing the mechanism of a ship once and Crosshair drawing a sketch of Omega when he was bored ( I'll show the drawing on my next post, not Tech's tho I can't properly draw a spaceship )

And that’s it for now

I’ll update it when I think of more stuff

I love this! CAN SOMEONE PLEASE PLEASE DO A PIC, FANFIC OR ANYTHING SIMILAR?!? There’s too many Fanfics that have romantic characters or whatever (I’m sorry if that’s rude). I just prefer non romantic relationship dynamics lol. I’m sorry, I went OVER BOARD on tags (didn’t mean to lol!), had a seizure so brain is fuzzy today. I SHOULD be doing my Hawaiian language lesson for today now on DUOLINGO INSTEAD of obsessing over OMEGA (only bc she’s much harder to find lol) and/or ALWAYS TRY to find ANYTHING AT ALL that is OMEGA & CROSSHAIR; OMEGA & GROGU lol! Omega & Cross are fave sibling duo; Omega & Grogu are my all time fave characters lol!!!!

Hemlock: We have someone you might like to see. *brings Omega*

Crosshair: *pulling Omega towards him* Hurt her and I’ll kill you.

More Of My Random Bad Batch Headcanons (Modern AU)

Echo is the absolute KING of finding good shit for good prices on eBay, Facebook Marketplace, or Poshmark. He’s found Omega American Girl dolls in basically new condition for super cheap.

Batcher sleeps in Crosshair’s bed with him.

Hunter decided to let them keep Batcher because he realized he hadn’t seen Crosshair smile like he does when she’s around in a very long time.

Crosshair has some degree of anxiety and is an intense perfectionist.

On that note, he has an extremely nervous stomach. He’s just like me fr

Omega likes to bake and usually does so with Echo and Wrecker not only to bond with them but because they’re both good at it and eager to teach her.

Wrecker cries at movies.

Crosshair also cries at movies but pretends he doesn’t.

Echo has an INSANE network of mom friends. His siblings don’t know the full extent of his network, but what they do know is they can’t go anywhere without bumping into at least one mom who knows Echo.

Crosshair and Tech live in constant fear of Echo dragging them along with him to run errands for this reason. They don’t want to socialize with Sharon for three hours in the sensory hell that is a crowded suburban Target on a Saturday they just want to grab their Oreos and go home.

Hunter has a tendency to baby Crosshair if he isn’t feeling well.

Crosshair pretends to hate it but secretly he loves it because it makes him feel loved and cared for.

Omega seeks out all five of her brothers for bedtime stories depending on what she’s feeling that day. She feels like they are all good storytellers in their own ways but for different types of stories.

Their front lawn is the envy of every dad in the neighborhood courtesy of Hunter.

Speaking of Hunter, all the single moms and college-aged daughters home from school in the neighborhood “just so happen” to be in the area when he’s doing work on the lawn. Especially if it’s in the middle of summer so he’s all glistening… (I’m going to stop right here before it turns into a romance novel scene).

Omega hates this and finds it cringe.

Wrecker and Crosshair go more crazy over Echo buying Capri Suns than Omega does.

Crosshair collects shot glasses from wherever they travel to. Wrecker collects snow globes.

All the neighborhood dads go CRAZY (and also get lowkey jealous) when Wrecker shows up to the neighborhood cookout because he is an absolute MASTER on the grill. He’s telling them about all the meats he’s smoked and they’re SHAKING with excitement.

Their elderly neighbors who knew 99 and remembers when they were kids still refer to Echo and the original members of the Batch as “99’s boys”. They lowkey still view them as kids/teenage boys so will give them candy on Halloween even though they’re grown-ass men.

Their house is always very decorated for holidays since at least one of them is very intense about a specific holiday (Crosshair takes Halloween very seriously but pretends he’s just doing it for Omega).

headcanon that tech's a closeted weeb based on the very real canon that he's an ipad kid

crosshair would be the one to notice tech slipping off whenever the marauder came into orbit of a star

Clone Wars/Bad Batch Swordfighter AU

Random AU 1

Okay so this is another really random headcanon I came up with 😅 But this one I feel leads more towards the Bad Batch?

It’s just I was reading The Three Musketeers recently by Alexandre Dumas, & I thought it would be cool if Omega was like D’Artagnan where she wants to be this noble & talented sword-fighter! But ends up teaming with the Batch instead lol

It does fit the cool mentor-family theme the Batch have with her, although she won’t be a jerk face like how D’Artagnan is at the beginning of the book 😅

Although since the Bad Batch are definitely more rugged than posh cavaliers, I feel they’d be more like El Zorro: goofy swashbuckling outlaws who are perceived as bad guys when it’s the opposite.

Edit: Maybe Omega is from an orphanage & that’s another reason she wants to travel with them? 💭

The Bad Batch Workout Split

I'm a bit of an intense gym-goer. Anime, live-action characters, and other animations have really inspired me to go above and beyond what I thought I could do. Clone Force 99 inspires me so much! They're all so fit, have different advantages, skills, and physical strengths. For fun, I created a workout split based on each of the modified clones. I hope you enjoy it! There’s a bit of a fanfic element to it as each Bad Batcher describes their favorite workout routine:)

(Part 2)The Bad Batch Workout - The Frat Boy Days Edition

Wrecker - Legs

Wrecker never skips leg day. Whether he's on a mission or with Gonky in the back of the ship, he's always training! Wrecker encourages you to train safely! He says to feel free to train until failure on machines, but to pick a weight you'll be safe with on the free weight work.

Leg Extension - 2 sets of 15

Hamstring Curl - 2 sets of 15

Deadlifts - 3 sets of 6-8

Leg Press - 3 sets of 10-12

Smith Machine Split Squats - 2 sets of 6-8

Gonk Carry (Sandbag Carry) - 3 reps; set a distance you’re comfortable with.

The Daily Bad Batch Burner Finisher (see below)

Crosshair - Push & Shoulders

Crosshair is built to carry his gear and Firepuncher 773 up mountains, towers, and more. His shoulders are strong to sustain his sniper work and throw enemies in close hand-to-hand combat. He suggests getting someone like Echo to spot you so you can work harder, but if you're going it alone, be smart and hang out with the Smith machine.

Incline Press - 3 sets of 10-12

Bench Press - 3 sets of 10-12

Shoulder Press - 3 sets of 10-12

Delt Raises - 3 sets of 10-12

Farmers Carry - 3 reps; set a distance you’re comfortable with

The Daily Bad Batch Burner Finisher (see below)

Hunter - Back & Abs

Hunter knows he has an amazing back to waist ratio and maintains a steady back routine to maintain it. To build out your back, he suggests warming up your abdominal muscles first, then heading straight into heavy rowing work.

Cable Crunch - 3 sets till failure

T-Bar Row - 3 sets of 6-8

Assisted Pull Ups - 3 sets of 10-12

Cable Lat Pulldown (Palms in) - 3 sets of 10-12

Cable Row (Narrow) - 3 sets of 10-12

The Daily Bad Batch Burner Finisher (see below)

Tech - Full Body + Cardio

Tech may be all brains, but you have to give credit where it's due: the guy is built. He'll climb up vertical surfaces with Echo on his back, overpower enemies with a broken femur, and perform fantastic movements to protect others. Tech suggests performing heavy compound movements to work multiple muscle groups at once and mastering your own body weight. At the end, listen to a podcast, music, or show; or if you can maintain focus and a higher heart rate, read a book.

Assisted Chin Ups - 3 sets of 10-12

Hexbar Deadlifts - 3 sets of 10-12

Barbell Squats - 3 sets of 10-12

Assisted Pull Ups - 2 sets of until failure

The Daily Bad Batch Burner Finisher (See Below)

Entertained cardio - 45 minutes

Omega - Arms & Accessories 

She may be the little sister, but Omega is a straight up badass and her brothers know it. She's getting used to performing compound movements with her brothers, but enjoys working on accessory movements as it's time for her to focus on herself in the gym and get away from all the "bro" noise.

Calf Raises - 3 sets of 10-12

Preacher Bicep Curl - 3 sets of 10-12

Tricep Pushdown - 3 sets of 10-12

Hammer Curl - 3 sets of 10-12

Front Raises - 3 sets of 10-12

Shrugs - 3 sets of 10-12

The Daily Bad Batch Burner Finisher (see below)

The Daily Bad Batch Burner Finisher

Clone Force 99 has exceptional grip strength and endurance. Here's the burning finisher for the end of each workout. If you don't have access to battle ropes, any free weight arm movement can replace it.

Each exercise till failure x3

Battle Rope 

Pushups

Static Hang

Clone Force 99 says good luck on your training. You'll need it.

Hey :) hope you are doing ok.

I was wondering if there is gonna be a pt2 of The Safe house story ??? I just wanna say that I totally loved it and hope you will continue🥰

Have a nice day 😘

The safe house 🤍 (Pt. 2) (Captain Wilco x reader)

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TW/WARNINGS: having a gun pointed at you, concussions and being dazed, having to remove peices of armor from an unconscious person, blaster marks, mention of wounds, collapsing, fainting, having to care for a grown person, dead relatives, broken arms

A/N: Tysm! I'm so glad you liked it! And yes, there's going to be more than a few parts, they'll just come out very slowly 😭

@littlenephilim999uriel

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Grumbling, you crouched down, setting down your new companion gently against a tree, breathing hard.

You had taken to slinging his arm around your shoulders and moving him that way, though his legs still dragged behind and your back was screaming with the effort of not collapsing under his weight. He had to be at least a foot and some change taller than you, making it even more difficult not to get his legs caught on things along the way.

The most nerve wracking part, though, was making sure he was still breathing normally and not slipping into some sort of coma.

You kneeled next to him, patting his chest plate and eventually his cheek insistantly to try to get him to open his eyes. Luckily, it worked, as it had the other three times, though he was just as out of it.

"9980…What?" He mumbled, blinking slowly.

You breathed a sigh of relief, he had been mumbling a series of numbers (who you guessed were, sadly, his brothers) and nonsense every time you had woken him up, but at least he was waking up.

"Okay, thank you, dear. You can go back to sleep now."

He hummed, closing his eyes again and resuming his light breathing.

You grunted, taking his arm around you again and pushing both of you to your feet once more.

After a few more hours of this, you finally reached the discreet, familiar path that led down to the safe house. You nearly sobbed with relief, your back and legs clearly sharing the sentiment.

You sped up, the decline allowing you some ease with your precious cargo. When you finally reached the door, you typed in the short code quickly, thanking the maker that you had memorized it as young as age five.

The door swooshed open, near good as new, and you almost dropped him in preemptive relief as soon as you passed the threshold. Instead, you continued to drag him, tapping along the hardwood floor with your foot until you found the hollow sound you seeked.

Finally you kneeled, still supporting his weight, and pressed firmly on the spot. You laughed lightly as the hatch rose slowly, always in awe of your grandfather's workmanship and his ability to bring older practices into the modern day so efficiently.

You poked your head into the space below. It smelled like dust more than anything, but you could make out faint traces of the incense he used to burn to flush out the smell of the game he would prepare in his workspace. Feeling along the wall, you found the switch, bathing the room in a soft orange glow.

You huffed, beginning a careful descent of the wooden steps that led into the space, yelping when you accidentally smacked his armored shoulder against the hatchframe.

After a few minutes of struggling, you finally got him down onto one of the three cots that lay collecting dust in the small room attached to the main living quarters.

"Oh, thank the maker-" You wheezed, bracing your hands on your aching back. You were so eager to just get everything in the storage rack unpacked so you would have food and medicine to actually live off of, nearly out the door to go do all of that before you passed out beside him, but you stopped.

One more time, just to be safe.

You beat the dust out of the cot beside him, moving him over. His breathing was still even, which you thought was a good sign as you leaned over him, trying not to invade his space more than you needed to to check on him.

You patted him quickly, "You still there, uh- sir?"

His eyes opened slowly once more, squinting as they adjusted to the lamp light.

You smiled down at him, brushing his hair back, "Good."

Slowly, your eyes came to rest upon his armor; you had to remove it, didn't you?

Would that be crossing a line? Maybe, but you would have to to inspect the blaster mark that marred his chest plate and to get a splint on that broken arm. It was necessary, even if it would probably be uncomfortable for both of you.

Carefully, you decided to start on his bad arm. He groaned as you undid his shoulder plate, making you wince.

"I know, I know- I'm sorry." You nodded, moving to his Rerebrace.

By the time you got to his gauntlet plate, you felt eyes on you.

You looked up and right into his dilated, honey irises.

"Oh, hello." You managed to laugh lightly, genuinely surprised that he had enough energy to stay awake for more than a few seconds.

He continued to stare, and you eventually went back to sliding off the last piece of that arms plating, placing it on the pile at your feet.

Setting his arm down as gingerly as you could, you went about unclipping his chest plate, placing the pieces on the floor and checking for damage to the chest of his black body glove that lay underneath. There didn't seem to be any blood or even a burn mark on it, thank the maker, it must have been a glancing shot.

Satisfied with your inspection, you got up, going to look for one of your grandfather's old medical journals to find how one actually went about making a splint. Or, you were, until he grabbed a hold of your wrist with his good hand.

You turned, confused as he squinted up at you for several moments.

Finally, he cracked a slight grin, letting out a flirty, slightly slurred, "Heyyy~"

You both stood like that for a second, staring at each other, until you snorted softly, detaching his hand with little effort, "Hey."

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When you finally returned, armed with your new knowledge, a first aid kit, and a cool cloth, he was passed out again, snoring lightly now.

You placed it over his forehead, smiling when his pinched expression softened at the sensation.

Moving an old wooden chair to the side of the bed where his bad arm rested. It was a task to move it from his stomach in a way that minimized his wincing, but you managed, wrapping the area with the most swelling in a gauze bandage firmly.

Placing the splint along his forearm, you fastened it with straps of old fabric as tightly as you could without hurting him, avoiding the wound itself, and at last, you placed the arm carefully in a sling. You were shaking with nerves by the time you were finished, too nervous that you might've messed something up, but he didn't seem to be going into shock so you were most likely good.

Rising from your spot once more, you left the room, sending him one last look in the doorway before turning the corner to begin unfreezing a few portions for a decent supper for the two of you.

You were only a few minutes into beginning the cooking process on your small stove when you heard a bang from the other room, making you jump.

Getting up quickly, you rushed down the hall to make sure your new companion hadn't hurt himself by rolling off his cot or something, but when you arrived in the doorway again, you could only really stare in shock.

The man had somehow managed to get to his feet, albeit not steadily, shaking and swaying in a way that had you walking slowly and carefully over to him, nervous of startling him but terrified he would collapse and hit his head/arm.

Unfortunately for you, he was still awake enough to draw one of his blasters quickly when you did startle him, pointing them directly at you.

I really should have thought to take those off of him, you thought.

But you had been so concerned with getting him safely to the house that you had completely forgotten about the weapons, even though that's what you had approached him for in the first place.

The only thing you could do was stare like a dugar dugar in headlights as he trained them shakily on you.

Your eyes trailed from the barrels of his blaster to make contact with his, pleading in a way you hoped would show that you weren't a threat.

His eyes widened as they locked with yours and, slowly, he lowered his weapon, letting his arm fall limply to his side.

You let out a sigh of relief, not breaking eye contact as he stared at you, seeming almost in a dazed sort of awe. Though, your relief was cut short as he stumbled, falling to his knees as his eyes closed once more. You scrambled to his side, allowing him to collapse into you and sighing as his head came to rest on your shoulder, now breathing lightly again.

It wasn't a huge operation hauling him back up onto the bed, but you were still shaking from having a blaster aimed at you. You frowned down at his sleeping form, exasperated as you took the guns from his hand and holster.

This was going to be one long and wild ride, wasn't it?

i am in STITCHES

The Bad Batch "loopy" on anesthesia head canons

I saw this article on Bored Panda, (It's a really cool site that I go to to kill boredom) talking about what patients said while being floaty on anesthesia and it led me to this catastrophe.

<I'm sorry if any or all of this seems out of character>

Wrecker

He's a big guy so the medical staff have to use three to four times the standard anesthetic to put him under.

There were about twenty medical staff trying to hold him down.

as they are putting him under he keeps muttering that Crosshair promised him mantell mix.

(he didn't but Hunter makes him get it anyway)

When Wrecker wakes up, he wakes up violently and says "sorry, I thought I was a Krayt Dragon"

Wrestles with five medics and a Kaminoan

Begs Hunter to let him keep the Kaminoan's head as a trophy

Hunter wants to say yes but says no instead

Wrecker starts crying and only stops when Crosshair shows up with "promised" mantell Mix

Wrecker later admits that he actually, consciously scammed Crosshair.

Crosshair chases Wrecker while Wrecker runs around laughing.

Wakes up from the anesthesia on the Marauder's roof.

Tech

"you may experience profound disorientation upon awakening." the doctor tells him

As the medics are putting him under he mutters "you better not try anything, I know where you work." right before passing out.

As he woke up, he opened one eye and looked around "I wouldn't call this PROFOUND." Then he started crying and then passed out

When he wakes up again he hears Hunter talking to the surgeon and screams "YOU CAN'T KEEP ME AWAY, MY DEAD PEOPLE NEED ME- where's my datapad?" ~ passes out

Talks to himself. Interrupts self while talking to self. Gets into argument with self. No longer speaking to self.

"My bones feel wet, may I have a napkin?"

Claims the doctors stole his nose. (Crosshair pretended to)

Argues with the doctor about quantum physics, ends up getting really mad and breaks a datapad over his head.

"Which one of these charges my brain??" ~ loopy Tech holding up an IV

Glares at Hunter "Why did you eat the Marauder?????" ~ passes out

Slaps Crosshair with his goggles

Then say that Hunter looks like cheese before passing out again.

Wakes up from the anesthesia sitting in the Marauder's pilot seat with the rest of the Batch in a heap in the back of the ship and they're in space...

Hunter

Heightened senses mean they need to use less anesthesia on him

Starts crying as they put him under.

When he wakes up he starts mumbling incoherently

"I wannaa see picturess!!!!"

"Where's my knife??"

"It'd be cool to do knives. I wanna job about knives."

Tech tells him that they need to stay in medical for a little while longer. "Nooooooo wanna do KNIVEZZZZ!!" ~ crying

Wants to kiss the medical droid to Wrecker and Crosshair's amusement but Tech threatens them before they get into Hunter's reach.

Singing hysterically as somebody is screaming a few beds down

"HeLLo HuTeR" ~ "WHAT?! WHO ARE YOU?!" ~ *Wrecker giggling*

(Hunter scared himself with his own voice)

When he wakes up from anesthesia he accuses Tech, Wrecker and Crosshair of being liars because he doesn't remember what they said had happened.

Echo

They need to use even less anesthetic than did for Hunter

He almost gives a surgeon a concussion by hitting him with his scomp arm.

"YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!!!"

Almost attacks Nala Se (all the clone medics are laughing as this happens)

Echo wakes up singing "My life is a mess and I don't care!"

Crosshair is dying trying to contain laughter as Wrecker sings along

Tech tries to keep him focused by telling him to count to ten

"But I've only got half my fingers..." ~ crying

(Tech not saying a single word)

"Tech stop you're too much right now..."

"I wanna slap Dooku, I.. uh you- ya know WHAT?! I'm just gonna call himm COUNT DOOKEY!!!"

The whole ward erupts into laughter

Wakes up from the anesthesia to a laughter filled medical ward.

Crosshair passed out from laughter for the first time in his life that day. The rest of the bad batch was half dead.

Crosshair

He has such a high metabolism that they need to use twice the normal dose of anesthetic on him.

Tried to bite the anesthesiologist. THRICE

*cursing in mando'a* ~ passes out

Woke up and saw his brothers worried about him. "Kriff this" *goes back to sleep*

"They put wires all on my bones..."

He gets very mad about the beeping on the monitor.

"HEY!! I'M TALKING TO YOU!! WHAT'S WITH ALL THAT BEEPIN'?!?! SHUT UP!!!"

Starts singing to drown out the beeping.

"IIIIIIIIIIIIII SSAAAIIIIIIIIDDD SHUTT UUUUUUUUUUUPP!!!!" in song form.

When the doctors came and took the sensors off his chest, he claimed they stole his nipples... ~ crying

"PUT THEM BACK ON!!!"

"You are a glorified banana man" ~ to Hunter (he meant Bandana Man)

"Hey Cross! Can I use your rifle??" ~ Wrecker

"no no no noooooo you stay awaaaayy" ~ crosshair

Slaps Hunter for absolutely no reason.

"My nose iss drippy"

"My lips are numb"

"All they serve is pudding it tastes like butt."

Wakes up from the anesthesia hiding in the Marauder snuggling Lula

If you enjoyed these then feel free to request more with your favorite clones! 😅

The 501st here...

Hunter & His Shoulders

Anytime Hunter expresses anything, he does something to do with shoulders.

Love/Concern: Hand on shoulder.

Important Stuff: Both hands on shoulders.

Angry: Angry shoulder bump.

When Sad/Stressed: Someone else puts hand in shoulder.

Going to even vaguely touch someone: Shoulders.

Omega even picked this stuff up. 😂