#beach - sniper

[meanoid]

meanwhile in another universe (was gonna do the rest but ran out of steam)

[honkshoo-zzz]

beach trip!!

[laertive]

Beach day

[lycantrin]

🇦🇺🐾This Episode Of Bluey Is Called: Uncle Mundy!🏹🇳🇿

[unknownartiste]

lots of anxiety ☆

[day 23]

prompt list

i have lots of anxiety & i drew these, so i think that counts 😅 i’m still sick so can’t draw anything too complex ig, should clear up soon 🤞

[spoonrez]

mercenaries on the beach!!

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This took me 4 hours

(sorry if the English is wrong)

[orcheeddd]

one of my fav albums to listen to after some of that zar zar

[lunastars21]

ITS TIME FOR THE START OF, HOOLIGAN SCENARIOS!!!

I put a scenario of what the hooligans are going through, and y'all say what your specific hooligans do in the situation (the poll went yes with a land slide so here we go xD)

Scenario: let's start with a classic! It's a beach episode! What do the hooligans do on their day at the beach?

( hopefully help bark with the sudden heat wave-)

[leopard2pl]

At the beach

[ftwkcomic]

Fang and Bean at the Beach

Another Sonic team beach commission for https://www.deviantart.com/scourgefan119 Hope you guys enjoy. c: Portfolio: https://ftwkcomicbooks.myportfolio.com

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[hajimehinata]

gone fishing

day 9 : wound ( from @adfaugust )

this isn’t the war they were promised, not even close. no safety in trenches, no bombs deployed from the air, far away from any damage. instead, they’re thick in the jungle, getting their heads blown off by traps, assailants nowhere to be seen. paul didn’t even want to be here, fought the draft to the last second, and now here he is, clutching a rifle and feeling sick to his stomach. wishes, not for the first time, that he’s just one of the ladies in the sick bay. sure, the injuries are horrible, but it’s better than being out here. 

he’s playing nurse right now, surprised by his own strength as he starts lugging bear to the bushes, rifle swung dangerously over his back, where he can’t take it out if someone attacked. he needs his arms, anyway; bear’s in no shape to walk. he’s losing blood fast, a bullet in the side. and when paul pulls up his shirt to check, there isn’t an exit wound. considers, stupidly, if he could just pluck it out with his fingers, but he knows that’ll be worse, that he’s gonna give bear an infection. which he’s sure the poor guy already has, or maybe he’s just delirious from the pain.

“paul,” bear coughs, and he shows his teeth in a smile that’s gnarly, but not in a good way. it still seizes paul like his hand’s got a heart in its vice grip, and the sight of him must do something for the guy, since that grin only gets wider. “at home, in the barn… we got this kayak.”

bear’s got a tone in his voice that tells paul he’s on some long-winded story. he debates telling bear to save his strength, but there’s a real chance he’ll die out here before paul can get him help, so he lets it go. “yeah? what … what kayak?”

“beautiful — ” and bear cuts himself off with a series of coughs, blood coming up on his shirt in a way that makes paul feel faint — “beautiful boat. some men like their fancy cars and impressing women with ‘em. like their… their speedboats. but there ain’t no better joy than being the engine to your own vehicle.” still smiling broadly, bear claps a hand over paul’s. “i’ll take you out one day. once the war’s over. once the fish come back.”

“you’ll get there,” paul promises, shirt off so he can use it as a bandage, ripped all the way around and then some so he can get it wrapped. bear’s always been a big guy, hence the nickname, but he’s stronger than anyone else paul’s ever known. a little rough around the edges, and dante never liked him, but paul’s never liked dante much either. at least, he don’t got a lot of faith in the guy. paul didn’t know much about bear before getting drafted, where bear was already on his last few years. seemed like, if all went well, paul’d get out of this place four months before bear’s time was up. he signed up, twice — but he’s still in the trenches like all the other draftees. makes paul wonder if there was ever much of a choice. but bear sticks up for the little guy, and he prays with whoever needs it. lotta guys here are turning to faith. hard not to when people’s legs and arms are getting blasted off, when they go flying. and bear always matches paul drink for drink, indulges him when they get too drunk to keep pretending there ain’t an issue with what they’re doing.

he remembers now, suddenly, how many times bear has clapped him on the shoulder and told him he’s a good man. asked him earnestly if he’d make sure sharon’s cared for if he don’t make it back. paul has to wonder if bear knows. if he knows what feelings paul’s had for his girl. what feelings he used to have about bear — jealous and envious and hateful and awed all at once. similar, he guesses, to how he feels about his cousin. 

bear squeezes paul’s hand. “we’ll get there.” paul’s always wondered why bear talks like he’s older than he is, like he’s on his deathbed. it makes it all the more chilling, knowing this is just a normal conversation, that bear could be anything, could be drinking or taking a swim or laughing by the fire, but instead, he’s dying and he talks the same.

paul flags down a tank and a couple of guys work to hoist bear up onto it, planning to take him out to where the copter can pick him up, take him to a hospital. can barely bring himself to let go of bear’s hand. “just take it easy, buddy. don’t you dare die on me.”

the guy only laughs, soft and self-loathing. “take care of sharon for me. take care of her.”

and when paul sees joyce with the bottle of alcohol, his lips twitch. gaze drifting to the woman bleeding out on the couch. and when he’s asked how she’s doing, he says, hard to say. i’ve seen it go a lot of different ways. cause it’s true. what’s also true is that a lot of those guys that made it still strung themselves up in the end, or took a bullet to their skull, or drowned themselves in drink. sure, the physical wound mended up, no infections, but what they suffered up there? in their minds? it ain’t as easy as getting an operation done.

see, paul and bear both made it out of vietnam. but they never went fishing on that kayak.

[im-no-jedi]

me: I should really be practicing for my upcoming commissions

also me: if I don't draw Crosshair on Pabu right now I'll cease to exist

[parsleepotato]

Sniper at the Beach (which I made for the summer of 2021)

Sniper just wants to lounge on the beach in peace. I did intend for the foot prints to be an invisible Spy standing in front of him. Also, I named that inflatable the Balloonigator, and it's a gift from Pyro to Sniper. Sniper stole Spy's nice pillows to lounge on, and Soldier stole Scout's beach ball.

Funny story is this piece was originally just a joke, and Sniper was suppose to be in a 2 piece bikini, which can be seen in the original sketch, but early on I scraped the bikini idea. But I went back in and did line art on the sketch, so that the bikini idea could live in a different form.

This piece actually made me want to learn how to draw Sniper better, because I didn't think I did a good job with his head/face. I'd like to maybe redraw this piece in the future.

Please don't steal my work, or repost it without my permission. Share are greatly appreciated! I hope you all have a wonderful day!

[elmaxlys]

Yuri: heyaaa we're at the beach where are you guys? (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*✲ﾟ*｡⋆ Kuon: waiting for you at my family's private beach~ (๑>◡<๑) Kohei: we're gonna be late emiri got in a fight so we might have to bury a body on the way. pray for me

the beach episode AU makes a comeback x)

[zenis-stuff]

Definitely gotta do something other than doodles. Luckily I have a comic planned.

[orcelito]

Ooooo I really should have taken note of what all the pictures are that have been taken in discacc... like, I Think I know them, but I also really would like to be sure...