#THEY'RE GOOD AT BEACH

[arcsimper5]

@amorfista​ you are amazing and wonderful and your art is SPECTACULAR!

Please accept this drabble about beach shennanigans, based on your amazing artwork!

Hunter let out a sigh of contentment as he shuffled a little on the wooden deck chair he’d taken up residence upon, the sounds of ocean waves lapping at the golden sand of the beach they’d selected to stay on for the long weekend soothing his senses.

Between the missions for Cid, the constant running from the Empire and trying to fit life somewhere in between, it was a struggle to find a balance. But they were, admittedly, getting better at it.

With the cargo procured from the nest of Aggrocrabs earlier in the day and their rendezvous with Phee to hand it over delayed, they had agreed to take some time to explore the rest of Aynaboni, finding a secluded beach far from any signs of activity, and their impromptu holiday had begun.

It was peaceful here, Hunter mused, eyes still closed with arms folded behind his head as a makeshift pillow. The sun’s rays, though mostly blocked by the giant parasol they’d managed to acquire from one of their last missions, were warm and comforting, the air salty and fresh. A gentle breeze licked at his skin, enough to take the edge off of the heat, the sensation pleasant.

Laughter and deep murmuring drifted on the breeze towards him, a small smile curving his lips as he cracked one eye open, checking in on the rest of the group.

Tech, surprisingly, had fallen asleep in the sun, his large towel laid out on the soft, warm sand, lulling him into peace. It was no coincidence he was exhausted; since the moment they’d arrived, he’d been scanning and studying sea shells, small crustaceans he found both within them and buried in the sand, recording the calls of the seabirds that occasionally flitted above them through the clear blue sky, and reviewing all of the collected data until he finally lost his fight with sleep.

It was nice to see him so relaxed, Hunter mused, his heart clenching fondly, so at peace and unbothered by the waking world. How long that would last, however, he couldn’t determine. Though judging by the low giggles and high pitched squeals, followed by much shushing that came from Wrecker and Omega where they had been building sandcastles underneath another borrowed parasol, they would soon be back to their usual shenanigans.

Peace and quiet never remained intact for long when their conspiring began.

“What the devil are those two up to now?” Echo murmured from next to Hunter, the whir of his cybernetics coming to life as he brought one knee up to move into a sitting position, his flesh hand reaching for his cocktail.

Thank the stars Tech had shown Echo how to use before he’d passed out in the sun. There’d be some rather choice words for the engineer from the others relating to the complicated nature of his builds.

“Hmm?” Hunter replied with a small smirk, one that fell a little as Echo lowered his sunglasses to the bridge of his nose, eyeing Wrecker and Omega suspiciously, even as he took a sip of his drink.

“The terrible twosome,” Echo clarified, the straw of his drink springing away from his lips as he spoke, “they’re up to something.”

Hunter let out a sigh, forgoing the illusion of sleep to sit up, casting a look at them over his shoulder. Tech was still laying on his towel, asleep and left alone for the time being, but another absence was dancing in Hunter’s mind.

“You see where Crosshair went?”

Echo let out a soft chuckle, leaning out from under the umbrella for a moment before he nodded towards one of the towering palm trees that melded with the canopy just beyond, the silhouette of the sniper lazing in a hammock, rocking gently in the breeze barely visible.

“On overwatch, obviously,” he snorted, Hunter rolling his eyes in response.

“Of course,” he sighed, shaking his head. Trust Cross to find somewhere high. Not only was it his preference, but he was also away from the shenanigans that were bound to ensue at some point on beach level.

“Want me to have a word with Omega and Wrecker about behaving?” Echo offered with a smirk, Hunter meeting his side eyed glance with a grin of his own.

He hesitated for a moment, thinking the situation over.

Not wanting to admit he had heard their scheming since they began, whispers of buckets of water and moving Tech’s datapad, and of patterns being drawn in suncream across bare skin, he shrugged, feigning nonchalance.

“Meh. What’s the worst that could happen?”

*-*-*

They found out around half an hour later. Hunter had begun to relax back on his lounger, soaking in the soothing atmosphere when the crackle of a comm came to life, both he and Echo sitting up a little, caught by surprise.

“Omega to Crosshair, come in Crosshair!”

Echo raised an eyebrow at Hunter, the sergeant fighting a smile at the mischief in Omega’s voice. She must not have realised that the comms were on global rather than private. She was still learning, after all.

A beat of silence followed, and for a second, it seemed as though Crosshair might not answer. Then, a click and a sigh rattled through the small speakers, a familiar drawl following.

“What do you want?”

Even without the comms, Hunter could hear Omega’s giggle of delight where she was sat underneath the shade with Wrecker, the two of them bent over something, looking around to check if they’d been seen.

Echo reached for his drink again, tilting his sunglasses down as he watched Omega raise the comm to her lips once again, whispering into it.

“We need your help.”

Another moment of quiet, then another long suffering sigh.

“What is it?”

Again, Omega let out a chitter of laughter, Wrecker shushing her loud enough for Echo and Hunter to both hear without comms, the pair sharing a knowing smile.

“Uh oh,” Echo laughed lowly, “this is going to be interesting.”

“You’re not gonna stop ‘em?” Hunter smirked, a huff of laughter leaving his lips as Echo shot him a disapproving look, both eyebrows raised as he sucked his drink through a straw.

“Nope,” he confirmed as the straw left his lips with a soft pop, fighting a grin, “Tech’s been working her hard on those ship recognition charts. Not going to stop her from getting a little payback.”

Hunter snorted a laugh, about to ask who this person was and what they had done with their usual uptight, grump of an ARC trooper when another crackle of comms came over, the two sharing another knowing smile before settling down to listen intently.

“We need you to deliver something to Tech,” came Omega’s whispered request, broken by giggles. The reply from Crosshair was quicker this time. 

“Take it to him yourself,” he growled softly. There was no malice behind it, only annoyance at his peace having been disturbed.

Looking out from under the umbrella, Echo could see he was still laid on his hammock, one leg dangling over the edge of it where it swayed gently in the ocean breeze.

“No, no, I can’t,” Omega grinned, her smile audible in her words, “I need you to… deliver it.”

Hunter could picture the smirk that was currently crossing the sniper’s face as realisation seemed to hit.

This was a prank.

An immediate response.

“Deliver what exactly?”

Omega was practically vibrating with excitement, Hunter watching on with a fond smile on his lips. If Echo noticed, he didn’t say anything, though he looked between the two of them for a moment before his own lips turned up into a soft grin.

It was nice to see how easily Hunter had adjusted to his role as father-figure for Omega, especially since her rescue from Cad Bane. The family unit was settling well now, everyone finding their own place with Omega at their heart, keeping them stable.

“You know he’s not gonna be happy, right?” Hunter murmured softly, his eyes finally meeting Echo’s again, glinting with excitement.

“Meh,” Echo shrugged, laying back on his sunbed and finishing his cocktail, placing the glass carefully back on their makeshift table, “he’s been bossing me around on repairs too. I’m game to see him get a little bit of comeuppance.”

Another crackle of comms broke off their conversation.

“I have to ask,” the sniper sighed, Hunter watching as Omega waved something in the air towards his vantage point, “seeing as Wrecker is involved… No explosives? Nothing sharp?”

“No! Of course not!” Omega replied quickly, Wrecker shushing her again. Her voice quickly dropped to a whisper once more, Echo and Hunter grinning at each other. “It’s a seaweed bomb, the sticky stuff that he couldn’t get off of the ship yesterday and was complaining about.”

Hunter swore he could hear Crosshair let out a huff of laughter from the treetop. Tech had spent at least three hours instructing them all on how to get the Marauder pristine again after the tide came in and coated the bottom half of her in the awful goo covered seaweed.

Even the memory of the sensation of it sent a shudder of distaste through him.

Crosshair’s response came swiftly.

“Okay, kid. Get Wrecker to toss it up to me.”

A flurry of movement and hushed giggling occurred very quickly, Wrecker picking up Omega and hoisting her up onto his shoulders, a seaweed filled coconut clasped in her hands. Approaching the tree, Wrecker delicately took it from her and tossed it upwards, Crosshair catching it easily, hanging from the hammock to do so.

Within moments, he glanced down to where Hunter and Echo were now peering out from their cover, watching with interest, gave a mock salute and took aim.

For a moment, Hunter also felt bad for Tech, the memory of the sticky green weeds covering their hands and the ship making him shiver. 

But looking over to Omega, seeing the sparkle in her eyes and the look of pure vengeance on her face, he couldn’t help but laugh, giving Crosshair a nod.

The coconut flew with ease, gracefully in the air. It arched above them, across the clear blue sky, rotating perfectly. Crosshair’s aim was as perfect as usual, the contents beginning to slip out and splatter onto Tech’s chest and face before the shell rebounded onto a rock next to him and landed on his abdomen.

An inhuman wail left the engineer as his body seized for a moment, the wet, slimy sensation pulling him from the warm embrace of the sun and the deep sleep he’d been enjoying.

Within seconds, Tech was on his feet, sprinting towards the ocean, a length of seaweed stuck to his face.

“I… require… assistance!” he screamed as he dived into the waves, raucous laughter erupting from Wrecker and Omega, both bent double.

Crosshair was already beginning to descend from the tree, a toothy grin visible on his face as he rode the trunk down easily in a spiral.

Tech threw himself face first into an incoming wave, washing the slime and weeds away, hands furiously scrubbing at his face and chest as he tried to shed the awful feeling, still groggy from sleep.

“You okay there, Tech?” Echo called from the shade, laughing at Tech’s less than friendly cursed response.

Hunter laughed as Omega came bounding over to him, practically jumping into his arms and giggling as she pressed her face into his neck, trying to hide.

“Don’t let him get me!” she squealed, Wrecker bounding over as well, moving to hide behind Hunter’s chair.

Last of all, Crosshair sauntered over, offering Hunter a sly smile before leaning against the back of Echo’s chair, arms crossed over his chest as he watched Tech swiping more green goo from his skin, cursing and muttering.

“I… will repay this in kind!” he managed after a moment, spluttering again as a wave caught him from behind, sending him crashing face first into the water.

Another ripple of laughter tore through them all as they watched on, Omega reaching over Hunter’s shoulder to high five Wrecker, the giant dipping out of cover to reciprocate before trying, unsuccessfully, to hide once again.

Crosshair let out a low rumbling laugh as Tech once again stood up, trying to regain some sense of dignity. 

Flopping his soaked hair back over his head, he let out a huff, glaring at the rest of his family. Raising one finger, obviously about to enter a tirade about their behaviour, he again missed a second wave, this one knocking his feet from under him, his weight falling backwards.

Omega practically screamed with laughter, Hunter wincing at the sound, though he hid it well. Echo rolled his eyes, grinning fondly around his family as he pushed himself up from his chair, scowling at Crosshair as he immediately hopped into it, relaxing back into his residual warmth the ARC had left behind.

“Okay, okay,” he chuckled softly, “Wreck, go rescue Tech before he gets swamped again. Omega, time to put more sunscreen on. Cross, get out of my chair and Hunter, keep doing what you’re doing, buddy.”

“Sir, yes Sir,” Hunter replied easily, flicking a two fingered salute at his brother while Wrecker began sprinting down the beach towards Tech, the engineer letting out another undignified scream as he was tackled back into the waves, Omega in hot pursuit as she ran from Echo and his tube of factor 50.

A warmth spread through Hunter’s chest as he relaxed back into the chair, adjusting his sunglasses and just enjoying the scene, the company and the laughter coming from his brothers and daughter.

Beside him, Crosshair shot him an odd look before letting a smile rise to his lips, sensing his contentment.

“Next time, pick somewhere with more natural shade,” he grumbled good naturedly, Hunter not even looking as he smirked at his brother. “The Reg’s going to look like cooked kolo-clawfish by the evening.”

Hunter didn’t respond. He didn’t have to. He knew what Crosshair meant, what they all meant. They were going to be okay, even if not everything went to plan all of the time.

They had each other, and that was what mattered.

That, and the fact that Tech’s screams were definitely going to be a point of amusement for at least the next two weeks.

"Dads at the beach"

The Dad Batch (and Omega) deserve a day of blissful relaxation, I don't think there's anyone out there who wouldn't agree!

While Tech is taking the best nap of his life [Part 1], Omega and Wrecker joined efforts to make the coolest sand-Tipoca city [Part 2] there is out there!

But their mischief did not go unnoticed, and the Dads of the Bad Batch, who were trying to enjoy their drinks and straight up chillax, are having a bit of a hard time doing so with all of Omega's giggles and Wrecker's barely contained laughter!

-"The kriff are these devils up to now...?" - Echo says as he takes a sip of his piña colada.

-"I'll do you one better... How the kark is Tech sleeping through that..?" - Hunter mutters in disbelief.

Alright... this one took a while. I'm very sorry for the huge delay on this drawing but... some parts of it made me lose my sanity :). I hope you can catch all the small details I laid here and there. Echo's shirt covers his Fives tattoo, which is a bit sad, but that's okay because there's another version ^^:

There, that's better🥴❤️‍🔥

This project has been quite difficult and I have a lot of things that I'm not too proud about. I suck at backgrounds and I definitely am NOT GOOD at making a line of palm trees :') The characters aren't that well incorporated in the drawing, I would have liked to make more fun little things here and there (which I'll save for future drawings) and the colors, well, let's just say I can smell them now. I don't know what's right and what's wrong anymore ;V; so sorry in advance </3. THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE AND SUPPORT!!! Although this is a challenging project, I'm VERY happy to see myself improving little by little, and your encouragement helps me push through ANYTHING!! I'll do my best again in the next one!! 💕💕

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[cherrirui-official]

I hope u guys don't mind me posting these au doodles while I work on things ahaha

I also gave JD slightly longer hair in these doodles as a funny haha but I don't think it's funny anymore he looks genuinely good with his hair like that ahahaha I hope you're not mad at me for changing his au design a bit

[colordodge]

vacations with ur plushie

[judasisgayriot]

Pete and Patrick (+ILoveMakonnen+Prince the dog!) in I've Been Waiting (Vertical Video)

[txeatot]

i think they should chill and look at the stars together or whatever

[goemon-fan]

fujigoe

[avianii]

oh to be playing with the boys in 1986

[kawaiichibiart]

Okay, but like, consider:

(:

[useless-catalanfacts]

Btw if you come on holidays and stay at an AirBnb instead of an actual registered hotel I hate you personally. Not "I hate the gentrification and touristic massification and the way we can't live in our homes and are forced to move away because of tourism" in an abstract way- No, not just that. I hate you.

[mooblybloom]

I was reading a Robin x beast Boy fanfic because I recently found out I actually really like the ship cause it's kind of adorable but anyway off topic

And I thought of a very sad headcanon which makes no sense because the thing I'm reading is very fluffy

The fluffy inspiration

But anyway the head cannon

Garfield Logan or beast Boy has frequent nightmares due to this he has insomnia The little time he does get sleep it's constantly plagued with images of the past and anxieties of the future in these bouts of nightmarish fever he shifts into any animal to defend himself within the dream but it happens in real life and he finds himself swinging at the walls of his room in the Titan Tower and every time he wakes up he sees the scratches and thinks about how it would worry the team so he finds himself repairing the drywall with spackle in the sometimes late night or maybe even early light of the morning but the drywall looks out of place so he paints the wall over, covers it in murals of twisting vines and pretty flowers and all kinds of things some are sloppy and some are elegant but it fits his personality perfectly so whenever there's a new doodle on his walls it means there is a new scratch that has been repaired not that the team knows that. So from his team's point of view he just really likes art and has a knack for painting but from his point of view it's hastily covering up secrets so he can keep the fragile sense of calm in the tower

And wow you guys I did not mean to be so wax poetic about this shit this was supposed to be a simple little headcanon it was not it is full of trauma

[knifegremliin]

revenge for polarisbluecaribou :3

[dollypopup]

look i get bton has set up some seeds (ba dum tiss?) that polin will be the pairing in the Featherington Family to have a male heir first (and it's popular in the fandom as an endgame for them) and thus will inherit the estate but

consider the following:

they find out about it and go 'ahahahah NOPE' and thus become co-conspirators to get Pru or Phillipa preggo before them. because with inheriting the estate. . .what they really inherit is the debt. and neither of them are eager for that anytime soon

so one storyline is that they're on a mission to get Prudence there first so they're always out here making very thinly veiled insinuations at PruDank and make up excuses and schemes so they're alone with each other. Penelope takes the lead for this particular side of the scheme, but they're definitely in kahoots. like Colin will lead Dankworth to places and Penelope will do the same for Prudence and whoops, look at that, what a good time for the two of you to make an heir and Penelope's there in Prudence's ear like it should be you, you're the oldest, it's your right, wouldn't you want to lord it over Phillipa forever? like the devil on her shoulder and constantly hyping her sister up because please, god, don't let it be her, she doesn't want it to be her, she is a grand total of 19 years old and she wants to fuck her husband consequence free, and she can't do this chastity shit, it's not reasonable, so Prudence, time to hop on that horse! let's up and at 'em, sis

and the other is Colin coming to Albion like 'soooooooo. . .I have to ask. . .how have you managed it?' and he's like 'managed what?' 'to be married for two years and not have a baby. I mean, I'm a newly married man and I'd like to. . .enjoy my wife before we start a family. I have to know your secret' and Albion is just there going 'huh? what secret? we've just being doing it normal?' so Colin's very concerned like 'oh no, what if i've offended him? what if they can't have kids???' and Albion and him keep talking until it becomes clear that, wait, hang on, what do you mean by normal and it finally comes out that the reason Phillipa always seems like she's got a stick up her bum is because she does so he's like 'oh fuck, oh no, oh no no no, i can't be the one to inform him that's not the way to make a baby' ala: 'you are putting it in the right place?' and he's white as a ghost like 'so very sorry, i think i left my cat on the stove, i have to go'

and Colin and Penelope come together at the end of all their schemes like 'well. . .there goes Plan A. . .and B. . .and C through G' as Penelope frantically wonders if she can get Gen to pull Prudence aside and Colin is contemplating which of his brothers he can bribe enough to have the 'So, women have multiple holes' discussion w/' Albion because he refuses to be the one to do it

meanwhile, Portia is out here making potions to try to get one of her daughters to have a baby because thus far, she's batting 0 for 3, and Polin's schemes somehow always end up in direct opposition to her schemes, thus canceling out each time

tell me that wouldn't be the funniest shit you've ever watched on this show

[givemewallywestorgivemedeath]

So Mermay is right around the corner…

…what I’m saying is it’s a good time to talk about eel mer AUs again.

Oh hey it is!

Man, I'm still so into submarine pilot Hal Jordan with his crew of green submariners who contract out for the army and do top secret stuff underwater. I'm picturing all the GL's as expert divers who do search and rescues and treasure hunting in their down time and bomb defusal/trench scouting/spying for the army when on contract.

I don't even think this is a real thing but I'm picturing them all in little green mini subs. Like individual ones. Like fighter jets but subs.

Anyway, they're out on a job because the bigger army subs have been getting static interference from an area underwater and they need the experts to go check it out.

What they don't know is that the static interference is coming from Barry, local electric eel mer, who is suddenly stuck in one location because he's got a small child to look after and hunt for.

[buttsonthebeach]

I wish I knew more about tarot so I could have headcanons about which OC is which

[sidetongue]

a very sunny 10am adventure

[zefirart]

Racket of Solm (swimsuit edition!) i’ll do the guys soon