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insert pirates of the caribbean theme here

*when Cody comes to visit*

Fives: Do you want to see a butterfly? Cody: Uh, yes? Rex: NO! Fives: *throws the butter across the table* Echo: Fucking majestic

Last line challenge!!

also omg i just found out i can make that purple!!!

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like.)

thank youu @stars-n-spice for the tag your little piece was so sweet and funny

Soo I wrote this last night when I was like keeled over in pain cause I was not doing good but its Zay (my oc) essentially almost dying of hypothermia!!

The incessant beeping of Nav’s datapad was starting to become even more annoying than it already was. The cold of the open door was suddenly so much more brutal than it had been before.

Everything felt like it was spinning, or as if it wasn’t. Every noise was suddenly so much louder, but so much quieter and distant.

She could hear the breathing of those around her, as if it was her own - was it her own? Maybe. Not sure.

Her whole body felt numb. As if she was just a vessel, floating around aimlessly, mindlessly, carelessly. Nothing else. Though pain was constantly dragging her back to consciousness. The constant pain at the back of her left ankle, the muscle she must’ve pulled in her elbow, the throbbing that continuously attacked at her head.

Everything was so real. She was there. But she wasn’t. She was constantly being passed around through consciousness. Hearing, feeling, seeing. Though not.

that’s literally what fainting feels like from my perspective it’s very odd

ive literally just found that i can colour these letters my life is officially complete i can die happy

No pressure tags: @zahmaddog @w3rd0-artist @slamophile @echos-lefthand plus anyone else who wants to join

dude i know literally like 2-3 people on this app its embarrassing

I LOVE THIS WHAT??

Here he is! Retired beach dad Hunter! He is passing out 99 shots to any batchers he comes across at Dragon Con. See you out there!

IM SOBBING THIS DEFINITELY HAPPENED

justice for the loaf of cheese

Cody: Your squad seems to look up to you! I can tell they're very brave, dedicated men.

Rex: Yes, they are! Now, let me introduce you to my two elite ARC Troopers!

Rex, opens door to the barracks:

Fives, wrestling Echo on the floor: ECHO THAT IS MY LOAF OF CHEESE

Echo, clutching the cheese: I PAID FOR IT.

Rex: They're more competent on the battlefield I promise.

Something that my grandparents said that I thought was very much Tech and Phee

Tech: See, if I put the cling film over the plate when I unwrap the sandwich the plate doesn’t get dirty! Would you look at that!

Phee: Ah, okay. *very concerned*

My Grandad was very proud of his little idea, my Nan was not amused at all.

Son of the Republic, Hero of the Rebellion

(basically another Star Wars oc)

This is Vihan Chuchi, he was the result of a one night stand between Riyo and Echo (whoops) (Gregor got them both drunk) (they co-parent him)

He’s also like a hairstyle extraordinaire with the amount of different styles I debated giving him

I am planning on giving him a full outfit at some point, I just wanted to give him tattoos

closeups under cut :))

yay

same crosshair same

"Preferences" - another stupid, bad comic(s)

Alternative:

Based on the popular headcanon that Crosshair A) is lactose intolerant and B) has terrible taste in men.

Close-ups and text under the cut!

Crosshair: I like my women how I like my tea.

Hunter: Fruity?

Echo: Scalding?

Wrecker: Sweet?

Tech: Black?

Crosshair: *sips on coffee*

Crosshair: I like my men how I like my coffee.

Tech: Crosshair, that has a kark-ton of sugar in it.

Echo: You're going to give yourself a stomachache. That's not good for you.

Crosshair: 'That's the point...'

Something I found very cute that made me extremely happy is Cody’s reactions to the Bad Batch and how he’s looking at Rex like “see aren’t they fantastic?” And I love that we see him smiling here while Tech is infodumping, it just makes it better.

Either that or he’s like “haha buckle up you’re in for a wild ride” but I still thinks it’s a great shot

[Star Wars Rebels: screenshot redraw]

“Oh, how exciting! We’re all on the same side.”

One of the many style icons of the Rebellion, Nav Genoa

(Tech and Phee’s son)

and yes i got a random stock photo off google for the standing pose

closeups under cut!!

(i don’t really like the face forward one soo we’ll leave it out)

wooo

I don’t have any new art to share… so I’m should going to repost some of my other Star Wars art from this summer until I do 🥰 If anyone wants to follow me on other platforms, I’m also on DeviantArt, Instagram, and Toyhouse!

Since Omega is ultra skilled in strategy games to where she never looses, and Tech plays against himself because it’s the only time it’s a challenge, what if Omega and Tech played against each other? Who wins? (In this scene, definitely Omega, he’s still loopy on pain killers and sedatives, maybe she’ll go easy on him XD)

This is after s2e2, my poor heart was hurting so much for my nerdy boy when he broke his leg! Then this idiot decided to walk out in the woods alone at night on it and went and fought some troopers. DUDE, REST YOUR LEG. He may be smart but he’s also dumb. When he finally collapsed, I was internally crying for someone to help him!! I needed to know he got help but the episode ended before that, so I went and did it myself. Because he was stupid with his injury, he probably made the fracture even worse and needed surgery. You know I research a lot of medical stuff for my stories, right? So Omega is playing balaans with Tech to help him kill boring recovery time 🖤🩶❤️

and big protective sibling (father figure) Hunter stays with him as he stays over for the night. He is exhausted and sleep deprived but silently celebrating that his insomniac brother is getting extra hours of Z’s at last! XDD thank the force hes actually sleeping tech is insomniac i dont make the rules

Please do not trace, recolor, edit, or repost my art without permission, even if you are planning to give me proper credit!

Tech, Omega, and Hunter belongs to Lucasfilm/Disney

Made with Procreate

Tech is and was always Cid’s #1 hater. It’s lucky for her that he was dead when she sold out Omega because he absolutely would have fucked her up I said what I said.

Hunter sketch because I was bored

(i used Tem’s face as a reference)

might make this into an actual piece idk yet

she’s evolved

zay is now officially half blue 🔥 (theelin)

Soo the doodle page isn’t actually done whatsoever but i found a doodle from February (the one in the bottom left corner) and debated making Zay blue so now she’s blue andd i updated the doodles i had for her before :))

closeups under cut :)

bam evolution

once again please inject this directly into my veins

Canciones Para Crosshair - Ch. 1

Summary: Crosshair would never admit to all the things he loved about his boyfriend. His patience. His stupid smile. His warm hands. His confidence. His long, soft hair. And he especially was not going to admit that Tay’s habit of serenading him like a damn Mariachi singer whenever he felt like it was something Crosshair found to be incredibly endearing and romantic. No, that was cheesy as hell. Crosshair definitely did not enjoy it one bit. Totally.   Word Count: 3k

Crosshair couldn’t be sure what he was in for when he decided to give Tay a chance and be his boyfriend, but if you told him that Tay would go about life like a damn musical, Crosshair would’ve thought twice about saying ‘yes’ to those broad shoulders and dark chocolate puppy dog eyes. 

However, Crosshair was sure he was crazy at this point because everytime the Marine would suddenly break out into song to serenade him, Crosshair felt his chest tighten and his cheeks flush, but it wasn’t from annoyance. It was far from it, actually. While there was some embarrassment Crosshair felt (mostly on Tay’s behalf), especially when people were around, Crosshair couldn’t deny that Tay’s stupid singing would have him feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. As cheesy as that was, Crosshair found that he actually enjoyed Tay’s singing, even if it caught him off guard at first. 

That’s how Crosshair knew he had it bad for the damn man because never in a million years did he think he’d be swooning over something as cliche as this. Whether it was Tay just singing along to the radio in the kitchen and bringing Crosshair into it, dedicating a song to him at the karaoke bars they’d go to with Crosshair’s brothers, or the whole shebang with instruments and candles and everything–Crosshair was head over heels for this man, but he’d be damned if Tay knew that he was. 

It all started at one of those damn karaoke bars that Wrecker’s girlfriend, Khea, was always dragging them all over to have some fun, some drinks, and sing songs well into the night. “노래방” - or so it was called - Crosshair didn’t know and frankly didn’t care. He only went for the drinks and the chance to take embarrassing recordings of his brothers (and his in-laws for that matter) and their drunken singing antics to use as blackmail one day. Rarely did he sing and the few times that he had sung was because Omega had tagged along and forced him to. 

But on that night, Omega wasn’t there. Hunter and his partner took her home once it got late and Echo and his girlfriend had gone home early as well since she had exams to deal with; leaving Crosshair to be stuck with Tay, Wrecker, Khea, Tech, and Phee. 

Only him and Tech seemed to be the ones who weren’t more than a bit buzzed, simply sticking to themselves as the others carried on with their slurred singing as the little disco ball built into the speakers strobed blues, red, and greens. 

Tech had a tambourine in his hand and was tapping it on his knee, off by two beats because he was dozing off as the alcohol took a hold of him. Crosshair had half a mind to take it away from him since the off beats were messing with him and he didn’t want Tech to slump over and lean on him, so he tried to take Tech up a little with little success. 

Unable to do much about Tech, Crosshair eventually gave up with a grumble and turned his attention back to the trio that was Phee, Wrecker, and Khea as they sang Dancing Queen with sloppy choreography while Tay cheered them on from his spot next to Crosshair. 

The man had an arm around Crosshair, which Crosshair had surprisingly didn’t shrug off, and a drink in his other hand. Crosshair didn’t know what number that was, but with how slow and how touchy Tay was at the moment, he knew Tay had more than enough. The man was already a  little dense and physically affectionate when sober, but became even more so under the influence. 

If anything–and Crosshair wasn’t going to admit to it out loud–despite a buzzed or drunk Tay not being easy to deal with, Crosshair couldn’t deny he enjoyed the touch and found how slow Tay’s brain worked to be amusing. Tay’s touch was warm and comforting, grounding him almost, and he got a few good laughs out of how slowly Tay processed everything, making it easier for Crosshair to mess with him. It was a fun experience, especially when Tay didn’t remember much about it after the fact. 

With a small hum, Crosshair leaned into Tay’s side a little as the trio wrapped up the final note of their song, barely holding it (much less in tune) before the song completely ended. Tay cheered and applauded enthusiastically as they took their bows and Crosshair clapped alongside him. Meanwhile, the noise made Tech snort and shoot up, sitting up straighter as he blinked and adjusted his glasses, looking confused before he realized the song was over and began to tap the tambourine in applause as well. 

“Alright, Tay’s turn!” Khea suddenly announced, holding the microphone out to Tay and ruining Crosshair’s chance to try and convince all of them to wrap things up and head home since it was late. 

He groaned and shook his head as Tay set his drink down to accept the microphone with wide eyes and a grin while Phee and Wrecker cheered him on. 

‘Goddammit.’ Crosshair thought with a small frown, ‘This idiot isn’t going to say no.’ 

“You going to sing with him, Cross?” Wrecker asked with a teasing grin as he and the other two moved away from the front and back into the booth to give Tay the stage. 

“Hell no,” Crosshair responded with a grumble, shaking his head as he folded his arms across his chest. “I’m not singing.” 

“Aw, c’mon…” Tay cooed with a small pout, turning to face Crosshair as he attempted to give Crosshair his infamous puppy dog eyes. Ones that Crosshair was slowly building an immunity to. Slowly. 

“No,” Crosshair reiterated, huffing as he looked away–anywhere else but those damn eyes. 

For a second, it looked like Tay was going to try and convince him or pull him up to the front, but he surprisingly didn’t. Instead he withdrew his arm from around Crosshair and stood up with a small stretch before moving to the front where the screen was to choose his song. 

Crosshair sighed in relief, slumping in his seat as Tay browsed, grateful that he wasn’t going to have to go up there and make a fool of himself. He’d gladly let Tay do that on his behalf. 

However, that relief was short-lived because Tay picked his song and turned around, facing Crosshair with that look that told Crosshair he was up to something. 

Tay exhaled into the mic, tapping it a few times before motioning over to Crosshair with a grin. 

“You won’t sing with me, so I’ll dedicate this song to you-” Tay announced with a wink, getting some very mature and definitely grown up noises of ‘oooooh!~’ from the others and a knowing smirk from his twin as they grinned at the two of them. 

Immediately Crosshair felt his cheeks heat up and his eyebrows furrow, shooting Tay a look of ‘What-are-you-doing-idiot?’ as the music started to play a song Crosshair didn't recognize but made Khea exclaim and cheer in delight. Crosshair honestly wasn’t sure what the hell was going on, but he was a bit embarrassed over the fact that Tay was supposedly dedicating the song to him. 

That was super cheesy as hell, Crosshair decided, definitely not something really romantic and sweet that made Crosshair’s heart race a little in his chest.

But before he could unpack how he felt about having whatever song dedicated to him by his buzzed boyfriend, the music started and Tay began to sing. 

“Amor, amor, te quiero tanto. Eres mi ilusión, eres mi pasión. Se al despertar, amor-”

Holy shit. 

He was singing. In Spanish.

Crosshair didn’t even know he spoke Spanish. 

Read the rest on Ao3!

Taglist: @stardume, @perilmax Next Chapter >> Listen to the playlist here!

Omega rating the snuggle comfort of the batch during bedtime

Written in her POV

Hunter- 3.5/5

Wakes up super easily

Hard to match breathing with

Bonus point for trying his best not to disturb me

Wrecker- 5/5

Big, but I don’t have to worry about falling since he holds me in place

Spreads out, I have lots of nooks to curl into

Super warm

Lula

Perfect, first choice

Echo- 4/5

Perfect size feel

Lack of legs leaves me good ventilation

Skin texture is unique—in a good way

Twitches more than the others

Overall, nearly perfect

Crosshair- 3/5

Once he falls asleep in his bed he is out for the night

Sometimes I wonder if he’s dead

Pretends he doesn’t like it, but I broke Hunter and will break him too

Not bad

Tech- 1/5

Hardest part is finding him in a comfortable position

Moves around way too much

Stays up super late

Bonus point because he tries not to move around as much when I’m comfortable, and he goes to sleep earlier for me

Phee suggested I put my entire body weight on his chest/torso, but I think I’m too small and don’t weigh enough.

Batcher- 1/5?

Good girl deserves a pity point

She’s great to nap with during the day

But at night she does not stop licking her paws. Ever.

Hunter doesn’t like her being on the bed anyway

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This was inspired by Izutsumi from Delicious in Dungeon who rated snoozing with her party members. I thought it was very cute and wanted to do the same with Omega and her brothers.

+bonus that didn’t make the cut

OMG, it took me a while, but I got this done 👀

"Sensory Overload"

Wrecker: you’ve got some competition

Tech: *if looks could kill*

he’s fabulous

The art spirit was not with me yesterday and in my frustration he was born

The Lab Part 2

Sorry for the delay! Things got busy but I managed to finally complete a few more pages.

season three was such a fever dream istg

We've all fought enough battles for one lifetime. Now we get to choose who we want to be. Like what? Whatever we want, kid. Whatever we want. STAR WARS: THE BAD BATCH (2021-2024)

i know ive already read these but i was so excited reading them again 😭

Trying something new!

I'm going to attempt to post something Silly Squad related - be it headcanons, one shots/fics, or art - every Saturday! Because Silly Squad Saturday has a nice ring to it and it eases into OC Sunday pretty nicely :)

That and I want to try and motivate myself to do more with these guys because I post about like,, 10% of the collective lore I have about them while the rest of the 90% stays up in my brain.

So welcome and hello to the first-ever Silly Squad Saturday!

We're kicking off with some excerpts from the first chapter of fics I have planned for them and the Bad Batch (plus the headers for the fics)!

Each fic is dedicated to either Jung, Viram, Khea, or Tay and goes into detail about their lives before meeting the Bad Batch, their families, and what lead them to finding a home with our boys :)

Enjoy!

A forgotten relic of a fallen religion.

Jung can remember the fire. 

The blinding lights of red and gold. Of blue fury. Of an indescribable heat that could only be described as pure and utter hatred; burning hotter than the brightest stars.

He remembers the smell of smoke that followed from that fire. That sickly haze that still haunts him like a ghost and suffocates him in the silence of the night and his mind.

He remembers the weight of his saber in his hands. How the once familiar cool of metal felt heavier than any burden he’d once carried, suddenly foreign during a time he so desperately needed it to protect like it was designed to do. 

But worse than the sight of the flames, the smell of the smoke, and the weight so heavy in his hands were the sounds of screams. 

Of cries that pierced the night. Calls of confusion. Of desperations, betrayal, and fury. Sounds that should have never echoed against the Temple walls. Sounds that would now forever echo inside Jung’s head. 

Jung could remember it all. 

The sound of sudden blaster fire. The relentless pursuit of a blue blade radiating pure anger and fear. The sight of dozens of familiar helmets hiding what had once been men behind visors that only reflected the terrified faces of children and the desperation in those called upon to protect them. 

Those like Jung. 

In robes of hold and white, with intricate masks to hide his face. White to surrender his identity. Gold for knowledge and commitment to the Order. And a mask–like the rest of them–to conceal what had once been a person. 

Jung had served his Order well. After all, he knew of no other life. No other path. No other name. Nothing but white and gold robes, a mask, and a pike in his hands. He’d done his part, but nothing could have prepared him for the day that the Order fell. 

Everything he had known–everything he once was–fell away to fire and smoke from a blade wielded by one of their own and blaster bolts from their own army. 

A religion, millenniums in the making, nearly completely destroyed overnight.

A medic who helps everyone but herself.

Since Viram could remember, she wanted to help people. 

As the oldest of four, she’d always been in charge and had the responsibilities of looking after her siblings and taking care of them. She cooked, she cleaned, she made sure they did their academy work and stayed out of trouble. With her parents out more often than not, Viram assumed the role of ‘mom’ and ‘dad;’ growing up much faster than those her age. But it was okay, at least to Viram it was, because she understood it was something that had to be done. 

And while some would crumble under the weight of expectations, Viram thrived. There wasn’t anything the Mikkian couldn’t tackle and everything she did–she did it to honor her parents. 

Her father was a well-renowned doctor while her mother was an inspiring teacher, and Viram respected and admired them from the very start. They were the perfect picture of an Inner and Mid Rim family. Well off and respected, her parents were shining lights in their communities that were constantly helping those in need with their skills and talents. Viram so desperately wanted to be like them. 

So, she did what she could to follow in their footsteps. She excelled in school and at home she looked after her siblings when her parents worked late. Some might’ve pitied her and thought she was forced into her duties and dreams by her parents, but Viram didn’t care or listen to them. It was her life, and she wanted it to be just like her parents’: 

Perfect. 

Well at least, Viram thought that was how it was and would forever remain. 

For a good part of her life though, that’s how life was. She graduated with honors, watched her siblings grow up and follow their own dreams, and she started to work under her father and learn his practice. She had studied to become a medic at the academy on Coruscant and as soon as she had graduated, she took everything she had learned to her father and started to learn even more from him out on the field. 

She could finally help people in the way that she forever had wished that she could, with every wound treated, every assessment diagnosed, every bandage so delicately placed, Viram was achieving her dreams. Everything was perfect. 

And then the war started.

A little starbird with no way back home.

Khea wished she couldn’t remember her roots. 

She wished the beskar she wore wasn’t her own, that her tongue didn’t speak foreign words and her mind didn’t know ancient legends and myths. Khea wished that the blood in her veins didn’t burn bright like the fires in the Great Forge and that the last name she carried wasn’t shared with any clan. She wished that everything she ever was and everything that came before her would fade to stardust and leave her with a blank slate.  

Because to be a Nultez was to be a wanderer. To be a Nultez was to be cursed to forever be…

Lost. 

Her father started the curse, when he left Chandrila to escape an ancient tradition, only to find himself as a lowly performer in a traveling circus until he met her mother. Her mother then shared the curse when she decided to marry him and take his last name–leaving her clan to start her own and finding love and life outside of Mandalore. Then they gave it to their children–Jovaz, Khea, and Mitcan. 

Jovaz Nultez, the zealot. Khea Nultez, the wander. And Mitcan Nultez, the dreamer.

Siblings bound together by a last name, but not bound to stay together.

A destiny that was decided before they were even born, fate woven into the stars; something so out of Khea’s control yet something she felt at fault for every waking day and every sleepless night. Because she had made promises to her brothers: To Jovaz, she promised that she would always stick with him–no matter what. To Mitcan, she promised she wouldn’t leave him–that she wouldn’t let him down. 

But when Jovaz came to her, speaking of honor and ancient ways, asking her to join him and run away from all they’d ever known–she couldn’t bring herself to go with him. What he spoke of was something she couldn’t stomach and like a coward she refused and let him go down a dark path, leaving her with guilt and the new burden of being the oldest child. 

It was a guilt that was haunting, one that pushed her to try and bring him back, only for her to break her promise to Mitcan in the meantime. 

She hadn’t planned on it, but Mitcan wanted to go with her to bring their brother back. For a few years they searched for him and when they finally found him–Khea broke her promise to Mitcan. She couldn’t protect him. Couldn’t save Jovaz from himself. Couldn’t be the big sister Mitcan saw her as. She let Mitcan down–and it led him to his death. 

Khea wishes she never made those promises, but they weren’t the only promises she had made.

A merciless merc all caught up in strings.

Tay doesn’t remember much from his past–and that was probably a good thing. 

He didn’t know exactly how he ended up in The Cauldron–a colosseum that had always felt so giant and grand to him when it should’ve been seen for what it was; a cage. He couldn’t remember how he–a chagrian with nothing to his name– found his only home to be one of cages and chains. 

However, as he got older, he had his theories. Theories that all boiled down to one obvious claim: his parents–whoever they were–didn’t care about him enough to keep him. Instead, all he was to them was a quick paycheck, sold to slavers who took him away to the colosseum to train and fight until the inevitable day he died a gruesome death in the name of entertainment and credits. 

And maybe he should’ve died a gruesome death the first time he was put into a match once he was old enough, but he was determined to prove something. He was determined to prove he was more than what was assumed of him. To prove to his bastard parents he was more than a paycheck–wherever they were. To prove he deserved every right to exist in the galaxy like the rest of them. 

So he fought. He fought and he won. Again and again.

And the cheers and praise that came once he’d won his debut match? They were addicting. 

It didn’t take Tay long to thrive off the attention and acknowledgement that came with winning matches. Suddenly he was more. He had a purpose. And to the young, cocky chagrian, it felt an awful lot like respect. But most importantly, it felt like love. 

The people loved him. They couldn’t get enough of him. Every fight. Every opponent. Every win. Tay was addicted to the crowds and they were addicted to him. 

Tay brought crowds. He brought in money. He was more than anyone who had bought him could’ve imagined. That’s because more than a fighter, Tay was a performer. He could put on a show. He had learned how to capture the audiences with his natural charm and it wasn’t long before his ‘holders’ began to see use for him in areas outside of the ring. After all, there were a lot who would pay a pretty credit or two to be up close and personal with Tay’kaa, the reigning champ Chagrian...

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Star Wars oc art 🔥🔥

genuinely so nervous posting ocs 🧍‍♀️

the facial structure for the second one definitely needs work buttttt this is Zay (Azaylea) and she’s Crosshair’s daughter

She’s exactly like her dad in the terms that she’s good at shooting and a sniper whilst also being just as stubborn too, and having a lightsaber which nobody trusts her with except herself.

Oh she also steals stuff for the rebellion with her older cousins since they’re bad influences :)

funny lil bonus under cut

me and @stars-n-spice were joking abt this but then they told me to post it for fun so here we are 🤷‍♀️

i need lights on this side of the room

and also prints of the other 5 movies that i couldn’t find when looking

and apparently a ruler because they’re WONKY?

anyway

Modern AU headcannon for you because. because.

Wrecker had a pet rabbit. Her name is Biscuit. He got her when he was incredibly drunk and unhappy. Everyone loves Biscuit.

She's only the size of his hand, but Wrecker takes that rabbit wherever he can. Hunter's slightly allergic, but he'll never complain.

Crosshair likes to hold her after a rough day, and Tech enjoys letting her chill on his lap/in his hood while he goes about the house. Echo takes very good care of her (spoils her, as well) but Wrecker is her favourite.

ANAKINS FACE

Rumors say this is what tipped Anakin to the Dark side.

So um me and my friend were playing a roblox drawing game because we were bored lastnight andd

The theme/prompt thingy was ‘Wolfpack’ and i instantly thought of the Wolfpack obvs!!!

So I drew a 104th trooper and Plo, and wrote ‘Plo’s bros’ and my friend was not impressed (they also accidentally made it gay by putting a heart between the trooper and Plo but i forgive them cause they know nothing abt Star Wars)

They said the green thing at the bottom was meant to be Grogu. I don’t even know.

Also don’t judge us for playing roblox it was very late and we were very bored

hey if u like star wars and are a decent human being pls be my friend bc i literally have no irl friends who know anything about star wars and it’s a bit sad

i have discord, snapchat all that kinda stuff i just need friends who have alike interests 🙏🙏

only if u wanna be friends tho