When You Loose 2 Hours Of Progress On Your Timeline Draft For You Trooper Sonna

Hello fellow Rats, tis I, Tutter. I present a scribble portrait, enjoy and I wish y'all many blessings! 🐁❤️

Palpatine’s Journey

New fic series premises

Soon I will be releasing a fic series based off of the clone wars/tbb characters (mostly the clones) set in a modern world with supernatural elements. It will also feature my trooper sonna in this au of sorts.

Here are the basic pieces of worldbuilding lore:

The Fetts are well renowned monster hunters dating back to 1700's.

There are all of the typical monsters and demons (vamps, werewolves, wendigos, Skinwalkers, ghosts, etc), but there are also a handful of species that are basically hybrid/mutated versions of the common types.

Elites- (Physical attributes) A mutated version of a vampire, with demon like attributes. Unlike vampires, Elites can walk mostly unharmed in daylight and go longer periods of time without blood. When an Elite shifts, they sport long inky black appendages from their back (between 2 to 6), legs become more digitigrade and contain claws, their fingers grow longer and sharper, and their limbs are dark and littered with veiny black lines. In addition, they are able to open their mouths past their cheeks, allowing them to open their mouth about 9 inches at half shifted and 13 inches at fully shifted. When they are fully shifted, they reach on average about 15 ft., 10 ft. when halfway.

Elites- (Familial) When an Elite claims an individual or individuals as family, they will become protective of them. these individuals are referred to as "Elite'an". Amongst Elites, it is considered extremally taboo to harm or target another's Elite'an.

There are some cases of supernatural beings being more pacifist and ignoring their nature, but most hunters choose to ignore these claims.

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

reposting this cause my heart instantly declared it as canon, they definitely would fail miserably at covering for Crosshair! 🤣

Sneaking Out

Based off of this post from @here-comes-the-moose !

I have seen your tiny Omega works lately, and I absolutely love it. I was considering asking if I could do a fic that revolves around that idea. Your work has inspired me write, though I have never done it. Would that be ok with you?

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.

This is so freaking cute that I might explode from the shear amount of serotonin it gives me!!!

(I absolutely love the idea/headcannon of Wrecker knitting, to precious!)

Crosscember 2024:

1. Sweater Cross

Trying to get back to drawing after over a year 🥹

Littlest Clone (Bad Batch G/t) Ch 3

Chapter 3: Handling it well

When Omega started to stir from sleep she was ready to get up and start the ‘day’ so to speak but she couldn’t help but notice the odd position she was sleeping in and what against she was sleeping on.

It breathed!

With great exhaustion tugging at her eyes she managed to peel them open to see she was resting against a giant chest

And then the memories hit her

‘It…It wasn’t just a bad dream…’ She realized in her thoughts as she tensely looked up to see the underside of Hunter's large face, leaning against his free hand in what appeared to be the cockpit seat.

She seemed to freeze in his hand but why was she so afraid? Hunter was her brother…plus now that she thought about it he did save her from a pretty fatal fall.

Hunter could feel the little life in his hands wake by the quickened pace of her heartbeat and the stiffness in her bones as she must have remembered. He would have been straight to checking her if this was any normal circumstance but he’d take it slow until she was ready.

After her pulse slowly returned to more normal beating he opened his eyes and slowly looked down where big hazel ones stared in awe at him from his slightly curled hand.

“Hey…” Omega whispered after a short bit of simply staring at each other.

Hunter felt a small tug at his lips as he blinked warmly to her, “Hey…How are you feeling?”

Omega relaxed her shoulders as she crossed her legs and took a look around her, “Small…”

Hunter couldn't help but huff a laugh, sending the short locks of her blonde hair moving, “Yea I see that...I guess whatever that witch did to you…worked.”

Omega felt prickles of worry go down her spine remembering how strange the direct hit felt and how painful the transformation was, “W-What if i’m stuck like this! I wanna go on missions and-and meet people!”

Hunter used his other hand to gently cup around her shoulders as he brought her closer to his face, “Omega, Breathe- We’ll figure this out alright? Tech knows about these witches so he-”

“W-wait you’re going to show me to them- Like this?” Omega shifted uncomfortably as she clutched her hands. Hunter frowned a bit, “Omega…They’d never hurt you- Big or small, Nothing changes, We adapt remember?”

“I know I just…I dunno…” Omega deflated and felt guilty for doubting her brother's intentions like this, but even when she was normal size sometimes her brothers could be intense with their handling and volume of voice.

Hunter sighed and slowly stood from his seat, cupping Omega close, “We’re going to figure this out, I promise…”

Before she knew it Omega was standing on a table, being stared at by all three of them. Wrecker was slack jawed, Tech wasn’t even paying his holopad any mind, and Echo just looked like he was in doubt.

“You’re…” Echo started

“SO CUTE!” Wrecker finished for him as he suddenly scooped Omega up into even larger fists than Hunters, She let out a startled scream as her one fear from this came true. In any other moment where she wasn't only five inches tall she would laugh and love the affection but being how she was with an enormous and very rough Wrecker this was a rollercoaster she did not wish to be on.

Thankfully Hunter immediately stepped in to grab Wrecker's wrist from jolting around more and used his free hand to pluck Omega up, “EASY Wrecker! She isn’t a toy!”

Omega felt like she was going to be sick from all the whiplash she was receiving but she managed to keep it down as she groaned and buried her head into Hunter's fingers.

Wrecker immediately winced back at the scolding and clenched his fists to his chest seeing how the little Omega was looking pale and upset from his outburst, “I- I’m sorry! She’s just so LITTLE- well…Littler.”

“How did this…even happen?” Echo finally spoke, being tense watching the whole ordeal. Tech finally budged in his frozen state to answer, “That nightsister. She must have used some sort of curse on Omega…”

Echo scoffed, “What? But Magic isn’t…real!”

“Yea well it’s real now. Listen up boys” Hunter grunted as he got everyone's attention, cupping his other hand over Omega in a protective ball,  “This is a delicate situation for all of us but ESPECIALLY for Omega. Everything is times ten for her right now so until we figure this out and break whatever curse this is- We are toning it down, Got it Wrecker?”

Wrecker guiltily nodded his head, glancing nervously to the enclosed hands where Omega managed to stop feeling endlessly dizzy.

Tech and Echo exchanged a look and Tech prompted Hunter to join him to a workstation, “We should see what we’re working with…” 

“Right…Omega?” Hunter's voice was gentle as he removed his balled hands where Omega looked pale but reoriented, “You alright if Tech takes a look at you?”

She hesitantly nodded, knowing Tech was more slow and precise with his movements. Tech seemed tense himself as he unfolded his hand by Hunters and waited patiently for Omega to gather her courage and tap over to the new surface before immediately crouching and holding onto Techs fingers.

It was hard for Omega to meet his observant eyes through his goggles but she could tell he was noting and analyzing every aspect of her- but not HER. Omega didn't like the feeling of all this; being scooped up, looked at like some creature, exchanged from hand to hand- But frankly however long this situation would end up being she was going to get a lot of that.

“This is so…bizarre, shifting from one mass in reduction isn’t even physically possible but nothing of your bone structure or organ function is warped or scarred in any way!”  Tech exclaimed as he reached over to his holopad and hovered it around her. "Lucky...me?" Omega lightly chuckled as she glanced over at Hunter who was breathing through his nose at this point.

Not one of his smarter ideas for introducing her to the others.

“So she isn’t gonna get any smaller…?” Hunter asked, crossing his arms tight as Tech proceeded to sort of hover her to his eyes. Omega couldn’t help but feel nervous at the fact she was so close she could see her reflection into his goggles.

“Hm? No, I don't think so. I’m not picking up any more energy readings in her blood, but all of this- it’s…almost impossible to explain in scientific terms…”

Omega sulked down, It wasn’t good when even Tech was stumped, “Am…Am I stuck like this?”

Tech finally broke from his studying trace to see how grim and upset Omega was in his hands. He didn’t understand how most people worked but something compelled him to take a less robotic approach and with careful fingers he tapped the top of her head.

“That is why I said ‘almost’ impossible…I believe we can find a solution to this…” Tech assured with a softer voice, Omega looked up with worried but hopeful eyes, “...How?”

“The target did this…Maybe she can undo this.” Tech suggested as he looked to Hunter and extended his hand to give Omega to him. Hunter was tense for the most part of the examination but he soon relaxed as he gently cupped around Omega and lifted her to his chest.

“It was a risk when we tried to approach her before all this, how are we going to get this witch to willingly reverse what she did?” 

Before Tech could respond with a suggestion the ship's comms beeped.

“Hunter we got a problem!” Echo called from the cockpit. Hunter and Tech exchanged a look before speed walking to the front. Omega clutched to Hunter's curled fingers as she saw they were now out of hyperspace and now in front of an imperial cruiser.

“We arrived at our stopping coordinates but so did the Empire,” Echo explained with an annoyance in his voice, he moved seats as Tech came up behind him to take the reins, “What's more we are being hailed by a patrol…”

Another beep came from the consol as a regs voice spoke, “Unidentified attack shuttle please transfer your clearance code and mission statement.” 

Hunter gave a brief nod to Tech and nudged his head at Wrecker in a silent command where he quickly headed to the back to the gunner's seat.

Tech quickly typed in a code and waited with tension as a longer than needed pause sounded, “Shuttle 1327 proceed to docking bay.”

“Negative, We are to continue on route.” Tech replied through the comms, He glanced at Hunter and briefly to Omega who had been holding her breath and preparing for one bumpy ride.

Hunter looked around until he used a free hand to grab up his pack, Omega immediately knew what he was going to do and gave a glare he already predicted.

“Bear with me kid…It’s gonna get messy.” 

Omega opened her mouth to speak but was already carefully deposited into the pack, landing on water packs with an ‘oof’. She glared up at the guilt filled looming face but just as the ship started to jerk he hastily closed the opening and strapped it down to a seat.

“Get us out of here, Tech!” Hunter commanded as an angry warning from the comms was quickly turned off by Echo.

“We can't navigate to lightspeed, the imperials are in the way- We are going to have to go on-world.” Tech’s voice remained absolute as he quickly jerked down the control wheel to avoid V-Wings as they soon started firing.

Omega was in a whirlwind of dizziness as she clutched onto one of Hunter's knife kits, she could hear the sounds of muffled firing from outside and inside the ship- Wrecker must have been giving them scrap. She cursed to herself at the envy of getting to witness it on normal heights!

As Tech maneuvered lower into the planet's atmosphere, Wrecker slammed his thumbs into the controls as he managed to get a hit on one ship, having it spin out and slam into another. Normally he’d be up and hollering at the successful kill but having the targets be other clones was not something he particularly cared to celebrate.

So far only two more V-Wings were on their trail by the time they lowered into the forestry areas. Tech did well to avoid hitting anything as he whipped the ship over as a large sycamore was in the way, hoping it would instead collide with the pursuers. To the squads struggle one of the V-wings managed to hit directly into the rudder, sending the Marauder out of balance and now in the way of looming trees.

“BRACE YOURSELVES.” Tech yelled, as the ship's exterior got hit and the cabin jolted, sending everyone down- including the pack Omega was trapped in.

She let out a panicked scream as she was thrown forward and out when the loose top flapped open. Rolling on the metal floor she only narrowly managed to side jump out of the way of the heavy boots of Hunter as he was thrown staggering himself. 

Omega struggled to get up as beeping from impact was close approaching, she had to think fast or die faster when she suddenly spotted Echo looking in horror at her before falling to the ground as the ship narrowly hit a tree. The intense tremors from the giant's fall was shortly dewelled on because before she realized it Echo had stretched out his hand to Omega who hastily ran into them.

Just as the ship crashed.

[To Be Continued]

(A/N: Hey! Thanks for reading this silly lil story, I apologize if its not totally starwars technicality correct in code, I just wanted to write something fun and fluff for my own and fellow gt nerds :] Enjoy the suspense!)

Republic Commando March (with music)

This was stuck in my head on my way home from work today (I had this vision of the Delta Ducklings following Mama Boss around), and instead of going to bed after dinner like I needed, I decided to create this.

I didn't choose the RepComm brainrot, the RepComm brainrot chose me

Like always, I apologise for the animation quality, I have no idea what I'm doing (#storyofmylife). Also apologies for not every frame being timed right, but that software hates me and I still haven't found the time nor patience to master this software (and I'll probably never will).

Republic Clone Army March © John Williams / Lucasfilm

I'll probably drop stills of the helmets tomorrow but I'm off to bed now like the responsible adult I am byeeee

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[Video ID: a white background with Katarn-style helmets lined up in a row, with Boss in front, Fixer second, then Sev, and lastly Scorch. On the marching rhythm of the 'Republic Clone Army March' song (well I tried), the helmets move forwards like they're marching, looping back around making them march on and on and on. /end ID]