#tech as a dad

[missfrieden]

Tech as a father Chapter 48

Just because the show is over, does not mean the fandom is. Or not yet I hope. It was a heartfelt moment, I think I never cried so much for a series. But it brought me so much. I met friends, found artists and I had the courage to start posting. Thanks for all of that. And I feel the show made me even closer to my baby brother.

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Chapter 48: Gentle Giant

“I actually wanted to bath Orion later.” Tech manages to state between the noises Wrecker makes to entertain Orion. Who reaches his tiny arms out to his uncle, and quickly gets what he is asking for. Wrecker, with Orion comfortably cradled in his massive arms, grinned at Tech. "Don't worry, Tech. I got this! Bath time with Uncle Wrecker!"

Tech chuckled, realizing that Wrecker's enthusiasm for bath time was genuine. He watched as Wrecker navigated through the cramped living space, the baby bathtub in hand. The contradiction of Wrecker's brawny frame and the delicate task of caring for a baby brought a smile to Tech's face. Wrecker truly is Orion’s gentle giant.

As Wrecker set up the baby bathtub, Tech prepared the essentials, towels, and a fresh set of clothes for Orion, and baby shampoo. The Havoc Marauder, once a place for missions and plans, now transformed into a space where the camaraderie among the brothers extended to caring for the newest member of their unconventional family. Wrecker, with his playful demeanour, gently lowered Orion into the warm water, eliciting a series of coos and giggles from the delighted infant. Tech observed the scene, appreciating the genuine affection that Wrecker displayed for his nephew. Formed has a dynamic of shared responsibilities and genuine care for Orion. The baby's infectious laughter echoed in the small space, erasing the shadows of war that once cloaked their interactions. As Wrecker engaged in playful banter with Orion during bath time, it became evident that the Havoc Marauder had become more of a home not only for missions but also for moments of joy and shared connection.

Tech, considering the moment as an opportunity to catch up on some system maintenance, glanced at Wrecker with gratitude. "Wrecker, I appreciate your help. I'll take this time to run some diagnostics and ensure everything is in optimal condition." “Sure thing Tech, gotta get that little detonator all squeaky clean!” As Wrecker continued to engage in delightful banter with Orion, Tech retrieved his toolkit and datapad. With efficient movements, he began running diagnostics on the Havoc Marauder's systems. The hum of machinery and the occasional sounds of laughter from Wrecker and Orion created a unique symphony.

Tech delved into his work, the glow from the datapad casting a soft light on his focused expression. He navigated through the ship's intricate systems, identifying and addressing any potential issues. Despite the ongoing activity, the efficient rhythm of Tech's fingers and the occasional babbling of Orion created a harmonious blend of work and familial interaction. The atmosphere is one of camaraderie, a testament to the adaptability and resilience of these unconventional brothers. As Tech worked diligently on the ship's systems, he couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment, a realization that even in the midst of covert missions and secrets, the bonds they forged endured, creating a haven within the confines of the Havoc Marauder.

Crosshair, navigating through the slightly cramped space, eyed the scene before him. Wrecker, sitting on the floor with Orion in in the baby bathtub, seemed engrossed in the impromptu water play. The slick surface from the baby bath's aftermath proved to be a precarious challenge as Crosshair inched forward, his boots threatening to slide. With careful steps, Crosshair approached the scene, acutely aware of the potential hazard beneath his feet. Orion, captivated by the water and Wrecker's antics, unleashed a series of gleeful babbles. Crosshair couldn't suppress a smirk at the sight of Wrecker's antics with the little one. One he quickly covered by shifting his toothpick from one side to the other, in case someone saw. As Crosshair reached the other side of the impromptu play area, he skilfully maneuvered through the dampness, managing to avoid any unexpected slips. With a sigh he goes to sit in the cockpit, maybe annoy Tech.

Wrecker, with his robust frame, carefully lifted Orion from the baby bathtub, a grin stretching across his face as the little one giggled in response. Though lacking Tech's finesse in the art of infant swaddling, Wrecker enveloped Orion in a large, soft towel, creating a cosy cocoon. The baby's wide eyes surveyed his surroundings with curiosity, seemingly unfazed by the transition from the warm water to the comforting embrace of Wrecker's arms. As Wrecker skilfully navigated the aftermath of the impromptu bath, his movements were surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to his usual brute strength. With a cloth in hand, he diligently wiped down the surfaces, occasionally exchanging playful glances and chuckles with Orion bouncing him in his arm. For once Wrecker’s mind shifted from the tension and dangers of missions to the warmth of shared moments he adores with his tiny nephew. Wrecker's willingness to take on the task of bath time showcased the unspoken bond that transcended their military roles. The makeshift water play had not only provided entertainment for Orion but had also brought an unexpected sense of joy and connection to the ship, forging memories that lingered in the air long after the last droplets had been wiped away.

Wrecker, determined to dress Orion in the clothes Tech had meticulously prepared, found himself in a comical struggle with the wiggly and enthusiastic baby. Orion's fascination with his own little toes proved to be a formidable distraction, leading to intermittent pauses in the dressing process as he attempted to nibble on his feet with adorable baby determination. Despite the challenges, Wrecker maintained a good humoured demeanour throughout, letting out hearty laughs each time Orion managed to wriggle away or snatch at his socks. The baby's infectious joy seemed to lighten the atmosphere even more, turning the simple act of getting dressed into a light-hearted memory. With uncle sometime playfully leaning over Orion, acting like he is going to bite a tiny foot, and electing loud giggles when he breath against the foot.

Alas Wrecker persisted, the process became a collaborative effort, with both baby and clone playing their parts. Eventually, after a few playful tussles and the strategic use of distractions, Orion found himself fully clothed and snug in his adorable attire. Wrecker, victorious in the dressing mission, shared a triumphant smile with the now fashionably adorned infant, realizing that sometimes, the journey of getting ready could be just as entertaining as the destination. “Now little detonator and the gentle giant can take on the galaxy right?” Wrecker picks up Orion as he speaks softly. Orion seems even smaller in his arms, and with outmost care Wrecker moves his knuckles over Orion’s cheeks. “You know, I would do anything to protect you.” “I am sure Orion is well aware we would do whatever it takes, to keep him happy” Tech mentions matter of factly as he walks over to Wrecker. “Yeah, I know.” Wrecker looks at Tech, not yet willing to hand his nephew back.

Chapter 49

Reblogs are very welcome and I am open for feedback, as english is not my first language, so maybe my sentences may be weird sometimes, or I write a word wrong even with google, or I use a wrong word for an item.

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I have a few ideas, okay two for the Plan 99 situation and aftermath. Just gotta wait till I reach that moment to figure out what to use and how to weave it in.

[raziraphale]

Tag your age if you wanna bc I was just thinking about how I have used floppy disks before (I'm 25 and used them in elementary computer lab) but my 22 y.o. brother hasn't which is so weird to me like 3 years isn't a long time at all to me

[paperback-rascal]

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STAR WARS: The Clone Wars/The Bad Batch © George Lucas/ Dave Filoni/ LucasFilm/ Disney

So my theory about why only Hunter said goodby to Omega was that the creators didn't want us to know that, in-between the (final) time skip, the batch found and rescued Tech... I mean... they definitely plan to produce a special TV episode or write/draw a (comics) book tie-in, right?

Pretty please, Disney overlords?

[dcxdpdabbles]

I love every fic That has Danny still being Phantom even while in the DC universe but sometimes I just want my little guy to flex his intellect and be all around little mad scientist that only sometimes uses his powers to pick up a screwdriver

Danny is smart.

He knows he is brilliant.

He may have been outshined by his family when he was younger, but that was because his focus was on something else, and frankly, being born last into a family of geniuses made one feel like one wasn't as intelligent as them.

He constantly compared himself to them, knowing that they had already achieved what he was doing and falling further and further behind in his self-wellow.

Then Danny left Amity Park and went into the real world.....he found his intelligence got him far. Danny was exceptionally brilliant when he was working on machinery, chemistry, and, above all else, engineering.

Maybe it had something to do with watching his parents repurpose any household item into a completely new technology that affected beings from different dimensions simply because they used math.

Or maybe it was that his brain was always moving, always connecting, and constantly processing. Danny didn't realize that people couldn't just make whatever idea came into their heads a reality.

Hell, his dad heard about Mr. Freeze's ray and he made a copy in two months. Danny made Mr. Freeze's ray in two weeks. He made other ghost tech in that same amount or enough to arm his schoolmates in one afternoon.

The point is that Danny is good at what he does. Put a screwdriver in huis hand, and he be off until whatever hair brain idea he had a physical form.

Everyone in Amity Park knew this as a fact about the Fentons/ Since they moved in, there was nothing but experiments one right after the other. Sure, they wasted it on things like Ecto-studies, but his parents made their money from somewhere before the world learned about ghosts.

Danny's parents had many, and he means many, patents. Everything from a brand of microwaves to vehicle parts.

His parents created them, sold them to partial rights to companies, and then wasted whatever money they got on some new experiment for a ghost that had not yielded any fortunes.

He thought he could do the same. Just apply to anywhere that would take him after creating a portable phone changer on one's wrist. He figured it would have gotten less attention than he did hadn't he just shown up at Wayne Expo as an unknown inventor through his parents contacts.

Danny had felt relatively small with his foldable plastic table and his four cardboard boxes of his invention while everyone had booths and screens, and a few even had prominent speakers with people in suits that cost more than his house

. Danny felt like a little kid trying to sell lemonade in the five-star hotel lobby. Everyone walked right by him without a glance, or they jeered and mocked him.

That was until Bruce Wayne wandered over. Kind and charming the man, maybe he wasn't the brightest- but he stood there listening to Danny excitedly explain how moving the hand on the bracelet caused it to charge, so walking around with it was all the kinetic energy it needed.

His ward- Dick Grayson, in all his tiny ten-year-old authority, had purchased a bracelet from Danny. It had been the only sale he made that night, but it was the only one he needed. Bruce had called him to offer him a position at WE.

Like his parents, Danny enjoyed his freedom, so instead, he offered to be a freelance inventor. He would show the Wayne's first dibs but go where the wind took him. He made them if he found buyers who weren't trying to ice him out of profits.

Unlike his parents, he didn't waste the funds past his travels. Slowly but surely building up a fortune over time.

Danny still went out as Phantom, but over the years he invented random gadgets and chemicals that he would ship to Bruce for a healthy paycheck. Ussually he makes something that the rich man off-handedly comments on.

"Oh Danny, I just loved skydiving, but I'm scared Dick's parachute will get stuck."

Danny invented one with small rocket blasters Bruce could manually control into landing for his son.

"I always enjoy undersea diving. The tanks are a killer on my back. Jason was almost weighted down by them too."

Danny created a breathing mask that had the tanks in smaller easier-to-carry cylinders.

"Tim really loves his computers. Wish I could take the whole thing with me when I go out!"

Danny had a working computer on a heliographic wristwatch the next month.

It was awesome. Danny traveled a lot but always found time to call and speak with Bruce. He got to know the man well over the years, found himself chatting with him for hours, and even spent his visits to Gotham at Wayne Manor as a guest.

Bruce's kids were a riot to be around. He would often go away for a while only to return and find that they had grown in numbers. He loved them like his own and found himself a confidant among the children.

It was he that Dick called to whispers about his insecurity within Bruce's home. He would go to all the gymnastics and mathletes shows he could catch, cheering the loudest among the rich parents as Dick outshone the rest of the children.

Danny had practically flown home to rip Bruce a new one until the man admitted to his gapping son that he had applied to be his father mere months after taking him in.

It was Danny that Jason spoke to when Dick and Bruce's fights were too loud. He would take the boy on trips, and talk for hours about books to calm down, then he had sat Bruce and Dick down to rip another new one.

It was no surprise that Jason had called him when he had tried to run away to confront his birth mother. He had been there to see the bitch arrested before she could hurt Jason.

It was Danny that Tim often sought out to showcase his photos. He always made sure to call the boy right before he was meant to sleep, regardless of which part of the world Danny was on, to wish him goodnight and talk about their days.

Tim always brightened whenever Danny caught his skateboard competitions or club performances. He was the one who found out Tim's biological parents neglected him after the boy told him, and he was the one to help Bruce win custody.

Then came Damian, who was as scared as he was angry. Danny adored him and saw so many ghost-like mannerisms in him that connecting to the boy wasn't hard at all.

Bruce didn't seem to understand that his son was used to outlined expectations and grew irritable when he felt he failed them. He was the one that help Damian get used to his environment and was the one the boy was much more willing to try new things with.

Steph and Danny often got along well with their sense of humor, but mostly she followed him around, seeking approval that likely missed out from her parents. They would sit down and talk about her future and what she wanted in life, and he even let her practice her makeup on him and giggle about boys.

Sometimes, it felt like she didn't have to be the tough girl from the rough part of town. She could be a teenage girl without a care in the world. At least, that's what she claimed Danny made her feel like.

Cass didn't talk much, but she didn't have to for Danny to not see how much she enjoyed their days out, too.

He loved taking her to see the arts, to sit and listen to music together, and most of all, to see her slowly bloom into a sociable young lady so different from the closed-off girl that first arrived at Wayne Manor.

Duke was still relatively new, but Danny could spot the wild, unhinged look in his eye that would have made him a proper Fenton. The two often spent their time playing video games and working in the community together.

Duke seemed to enjoy when Danny invited him to tag along on short trips, especially when the two would go camping. As someone who grew up in the city, he had never been fishing until Danny taught him how to reel in a big one at a lake a state over. The whole Wayne family had cheered the dark skin boy on as he held the trout over his head for the photo.

Alfred treated him like one of the family sometimes meeting up with Danny on his travels for a cup of tea or a nice phone call to gossip about Bruce.

Danny loved it but adored when the Waynes would help with his inventions. Even if all they did was sit in his makeshift lab inside his RV or the west wing of Wayne Manor like Bruce did, having them made his hands fly faster and his calculations sharper.

Sometimes, he caught the strangest, softest look on Bruce's face when Danny would be wielding.

Danny was so used to this lifestyle that he would forget about his ghost powers. It's not like he really needed them.

That came to head when he returned to Gotham on a whim, wanting to surprise Bruce for his birthday by taking the other man out to dinner somewhere fancy he happened to stumble across the scene of Scarecrow holding the Waynes- his Waynes- as hostages at an award ceremony in the new mental hospital they had funded.

Danny hadn't thought.

He saw the Fear Gas vents open and pulled one of his gadgets. He threw it as hard as he could at Scarecrow, watching with satisfaction as it bounced off the manic's head- knocking him out and spinning in place as it activated.

It was a miniature vacuum- meant to gather pollution in the air to hopefully clean up their planet- sucking in all the green smoke before it could harm.

He three out of the other five at the goons that had tried to gas the spectators before, pressing his anti-gravity plates- reversing them to slam the goons into a heap and officially knocking them out.

Danny took down the Rouge in under a minute.

"Bruce! Kids! Are you alright?" He cried rushing the stage to the stunned family. He helped them out of their bonds, gentelly tracing the bruise on Bruce's face with a soft whine. "They hurt you."

"I'm alright, darling," Bruce muttered, leaning into his palm. "I'm better with you here. What was that?"

"Oh just a-"

"Look out!" Dick suddenly screams as a flash of ice comes from nowhere. Danny tucks Bruce onto his chest and rolls away from the ray's pathway. They land with his friend on his back and Danny leaning over him in a protective hunch.

Quickly, he stops his foot against the ice, pressing the heel back and watching bursts of electricity from his built-in tazer race up the ice to the beam of Dr. Freeze.

The man doesn't have time to react before spamming and hitting the ground. Danny scoffs. "Using a ray with a cryogenic laser beam so last season. Invent something new, you one act poney."

Bruce stares up at him with those soft eyes again, and Danny smiles now that he is sure the Danger is gone.

"Is there nothing that mind of yours can't do?" Bruce asks and Danny laughs helping him to his feet as police swarm the place.

"Find me a date, maybe." Danny jokes, "I haven't had one since you took in Dick.""

"Neither has Father!" Damian shouts from behind them. Danny bemussingly watches the young boy march up to gesture at the mortified-looking man.

Despite his father's obvious embarrassment, Damian does not seem bothered to shout for everyone to hear. "He may swing both ways but hasn't acquired a suitable spouse. What says you, Danny? You could assist in correcting this error."

"Sure, I'll take him out." Danny laughs, patting the boy on his shoulder, knowing he hates to have his hair touched. Damian all but melts into his hand like his father seemingly smug. "I know a great club to meet some great people in Metropolis!"

Damian's smug look fades away as Bruce's eyes fall. "I meant for you to be Father's sp-"

"Danny, would you mind explaining those tazer shoes?" Bruce cuts in, throwing a arm over the inventor's shoulder. "They were dazzling!"

"Oh, Bruce, I'm always happy to explain my creations!"

Damian pouts as the two walk away, acting like a married couple to the scattered spectators. If only his Father would just man up and tell Danny that he's practically been his second Father all these years, they need to officiate it.

Tim sighs, placing a hand like Danny did on his shoulder. "It's okay, Dami. This time, we will surely succeed in the Parent Trap plan. Maybe before Danny gets lost in the lab trying to invent a way to warp travel."

"Don't even joke, Tim," Jason says. "Danny would figure that out. He created the Zeta Beams to make it to my senior play. He'll figure out warping if we ask him to."

"Dad's the best," Steph laughs, and they all agree, determined more than ever to make Parent Trap happen.

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[sonicrainbooms]

i can't stop thinking about Cross checking in on Omega and offering advice she already knows. Not only because it's so sweet, but ever since I saw it for the first time, I just felt like Crosshair was just repeating things his brothers used to tell him in their own cadet/early war days.

I can imagine Hunter asking Crosshair, the "youngest", "You good?" after a crash landing. I can hear Tech's voice asking him "Got your rifle?" in place of "Got your crossbow?", just to make sure. I just know Wrecker has asked "Sure you can carry those supplies?" to him, in case he doesn't want to ask for help but will take it up on offer.

I think he added the "Stay close, it's easy to get lost in this terrain" on his own accord. That's why he's much worse. He's all of them combined into one.

[bluerosefox]

Fenton Coded

Tim... Tim just stared.

He...

Huh.

He had once entertained the idea that he wasn't really a Drake, a very long time ago when he overheard his mom and dad arguing and some words were said in the heat of the moment, but to be honest Tim always thought the obvious culprit of anyone being his dad would most likely be Bruce (Bruce even admitted he had a small fling with his mother but that was two years before her marriage)

But before little Tim's curiosity could really take hold on the idea, he had saw on the news Robin performing a Grayson flip and the hint of Tim not being a Drake left his mind. Robin was Dick Grayson! And if he was Robin that had to mean Bruce Wayne was Batman!

Then well... his stalking of the Bats started and the rest became history.

But now, as Tim was staring at his own DNA test, something he never bothered to do until that damned Demon brat wanted to make sure he was ONLY blood son of Bruce (and doing a DNA test something even Bruce never thought of doing due to well… how he was towards Tim during his first months as Robin)

He well…

He kinda needs to find out who this Daniel Jackson Fenton is.

(Tim finds out he isn’t a Drake, but also not a Wayne (because Damian wanted to make sure he was only blood son) but is instead a Fenton)

[ct99r2d2]

Omega Yoinks (part 1)

Please enjoy this collection of every time Omega has been Yoinked by her Brothers 🚼🏈💝

heavy on the finesse bit

S1E1 Aftermath

S1E2 Cut and Run

gif by @florence-pew

S1E3 Replacements

S1E4 Cornered

S1E7 Battle Scars

S1E8 Reunion

gif by @dreamswithghosts

gif by @dreamswithghosts

thank you for coming to part 1 of this Omega is Baby seminar.

I will post part 2 etc soon 🫠

[iszapizza]

The dad batch

[amorfista]

[WIP] "Shenanigans 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 there is out there!

But hold up just a second...

-"Hey Wrecker, look!"

"...now wouldn't it be a shame if someone was feeling extra mischievous today?" Omega thought to herself. Turning to her left, lips pressed in a smile, she discovered Wrecker mimicking her expression. Apparently, he had just read her mind >:).

Tech had felt such peace, such safety that he had fallen into a deep slumber, further fueled by his usual lack of sleep.

Tough seldom wrong, today he was.

Because at this moment Tech was, in fact, in grave danger.

...TO BE CONTINUED!!

[Part 3] [Part 4]

(Acknowledging the lil' banner for a fraction of a second, it's just something I'm testing out and would like some feedback if you'd be so kind to give it :)) I'll probably make it just a tad bit more refined and (possibly) include the members of the Batch appearing on the post? but I might just randomize it for fun too. Thank you for taking the time to read this!!)

OKAY SOO. I decided to post these two drawings that I completed a few days ago because:

- once again i deadass couldn't wait anymore💀

- I have decided to make as many "beach episode" themed drawings as I can during the summer (and fall if we get there cuz why not) so i'll just post them as I'm done with each of 'em! I have SO many ideas for it and I want it to be a big project and not some sketches as I had initially planned. I want to make it WHOLESOME and HEART MELTING!! Whenever I get burnt out or need some fresh air I'll draw other things, probably still within the Star Wars theme because the brainrot is real🤓, but just letting you know in advance because AAAH!! this is a big thing for me and I want to share it with you guys because love is all you've shown me and I want to reciprocate 💕 🥺 

- and last but DEF NITELY not least I want to celebrate thAT I REACHED 300+ FOLLOWERS TODAY!! AND ALSO 1000+ NOTES ON MY OMEGA DRAWING??!! IN LIKE NO TIME TOO!!? WHAT THE FRICK. THANK YOU SO MUCH EVERYONE!!

Never before had my art had such an impact in a community. I am so grateful for all of your comments and interactions with my drawings, it's a ridiculous boost in inspiration and confidence :) It makes me want to push my limits every time!! So once again THANK YOU!!☺️ 💕 

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[moonstrider9904]

Hunter is the DadTM Dad. He was born to Dad. He is the best Dad. His Dad energy is over 9000.

Wrecker is the Fun Dad who no one understands how he became a dad in the first place because he's practically still a kid too. The type of dad who uses ice cream withdrawal as punishment but then caves on the condition that the ice cream won't have sprinkles.

Echo is the Mature Dad who's so emotionally intelligent and has been through so much that he's just naturally nurturing, hence why he could even be considered a maternal figure.

Tech is the Academic Dad who believes knowledge is power and strives to give a child the best preparation possible in any aspect (books, knowing how to operate crucial machinery/ships, etc)

Crosshair is the Cool Dad who his kids get their sarcasm from. Believes in do as I say, not as I do. Is much worse than Hunter. Any means are justified so long as it's for the benefit of the Kid, such as intimidating a child trying to extort you for information.

[sleepingsun501]

Tech looks like every dad who ever taught their daughter how to drive 🤣🤣

[missfrieden]

Tech as a father Chapter 47

Tomorrow will be the last episode... I aready feel empty.

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Chapter 47: The Bunk

Tech sat cross-legged in his bunk, a small area that had become a haven for father-son interactions. The dim light within the Havoc Marauder's living quarters created a cosy atmosphere, perfect for their little game. Orion, nestled against the breastfeeding pillow to provide support, gurgled happily, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

With a slight rustle, Tech's hands appeared in front of his face, momentarily hiding his features. The element of surprise was crucial for peek-a-boo's magic, which he made sure to be on point. As his hands moved away, revealing his face again, Orion's baby laughter filled the confined space, a melody that echoed the joy of the moment. Tech repeated the playful routine, each reiteration accompanied by Orion's contagious laughter. The delicate sound resonated with warmth and love, creating a serene bubble where the troubles of the outside galaxy momentarily ceased to exist. The repetitive but delightful game became a dance of connection between father and son, forging an unspoken bond that surpassed the confines of words. During the pauses between rounds, Tech marvelled at Orion's innocent expressions, trying to decipher the unspoken language of his son's babyhood. The way Orion's eyes widened with anticipation and the contagious delight in his laughter became a source of endless fascination for Tech.

As the game continued, Tech couldn't help but reflect on the tumultuous journey that had brought them to this point, the challenges, the secret meetings with Amanda, and the delicate balance they maintained to keep their connection hidden, and Orion who was clearly not planned. Yet, in these simple moments of joy, all the complexities faded away, leaving only the pure essence of fatherhood. Tech's heart swelled with love for the little being in front of him. Each giggle, each curious gaze, reinforced the profound bond they shared. The bunk, once a utilitarian space for relaxation and sleep, transformed into a haven of love, laughter, and the gentle exchange of gazes between a father and his son. Yet, in the soft glow of the bunk's light, surrounded by the laughter of an innocent child, Tech found solace in the simplicity of peek-a-boo, a timeless game that transcended the complexities of their unconventional existence. And then when Orion reached forward to grab for his father’s hands, he plumed (?) forward.

As Tech reached out to prop his adorable son up again, he stopped, watching Orion. Orion's chubby little arms flexed as he managed to lift himself onto his elbows, his eyes fixated on Tech with an adorable mix of curiosity and accomplishment. A smile tugged at Tech's lips as he observed the miniature milestone his son had just achieved. The bond between them strengthened with each shared moment, turning the mundane into a cherished memory. And Tech knows tummy time is paying off, even if Orion face planted himself with a fit of giggles again.

Tech gently propped Orion back up, offering silent encouragement. The baby’s eyes sparkled with a mixture of wonder and determination as if he understood the significance of his actions. The bunk, once a simple sleeping space, became a stage for these small victories that filled the cabin with an unspoken celebration of growth. As Tech supported Orion, the baby's round face beamed with innocence and excitement. The simple act of sitting up marked another step in Orion's journey toward independence. The bunk, witness to countless secret moments, now hosted a private spectacle of a father revelling in his son's accomplishments. Tech marvelled at Orion's resilience and eagerness to explore the world around him. The bunk transformed into a tiny kingdom where each movement, each interaction, held profound meaning. The soft glow of the bunk's light bathed the scene in warmth, casting a serene ambiance over the impromptu playdate. In this clandestine sanctuary, Tech and Orion continued their silent dialogue. The bunk, once a refuge for resting and late night rabbit holes of researching all kind of things, now cradled the simple joys of fatherhood. Tech's heart swelled with pride as Orion's eyes met his, the unspoken connection between them a language only they shared. As Tech was fascinated and proud, he couldn't help but marvel at the unexpected beauty that had blossomed from a secret.

Wrecker, passing by the bunk area with his characteristic heavy steps, heard Orion's adorable attempt at mimicking an explosion. His eyes widened, and a wide grin spread across his face. Unable to resist, he joined in the playful atmosphere. "Boom! That's right, little detonator!" Wrecker rumbled, bringing his large hands together in an exaggerated clap, adding a booming sound effect of his own. Orion's striking blue eyes sparkled with delight at the unexpected interaction, his chubby cheeks reflecting the joy radiating from the burly clone.

Tech, sharing a knowing look with Wrecker, appreciated the good-natured camaraderie. The unspoken understanding among the brothers extended to the newest member, Orion, who seemed to revel in the attention and affection showered upon him. As Wrecker continued his exaggerated sound effects, Orion clapped his tiny hands together, giggling in sheer delight mimicking his uncle as best as he can. Tech couldn't help but appreciate the unexpected turn of events. The bunk, witness to countless conversations, even if questionable at times, now served as the stage for impromptu, heart-warming scenes that showcased the genuine connection between the brothers and Orion. But what Tech fascinates and keeps him pondering is, that Orion recognises loud sounds with Wrecker.

Chapter 48

Reblogs are very welcome and I am open for feedback, as english is not my first language, so maybe my sentences may be weird sometimes, or I write a word wrong even with google, or I use a wrong word for an item.

Tag: @spectacular-skywalker @aalizazareth @neyswxrld @clonethirstingisreal @sleepycreativewriter @moonwreckd

Today I learned the hard way, that sunblocker can expire. I am a lobster now. It wasn't even open for half a year! I bought it late summer last year. Something I never do, but last summer was heavy and I just bought again... seem like I should have just bought a new one today. Mistake made, leasson learned.

[chimchiri]

Commission for @patternscolorsflowers who was sweet enough to give me basically full freedom with the commission (anything comforting with Wayne and Eddie).

I remembered the 'Dad, how do I' youtube channel (super sweet!) and thought Wayne would probably do the same if he could. So here's Wayne teaching Eddie how to tie a tie. Maybe for his graduation?

[cloned-eyes]

beach days

[ashyybees-art]

How each of the batch will hold Omega: The complete collection!!

This was a fun, short art series to do and I don't think i'd be able to pick a favorite~

[allanalightwood]

OMEGA. OMEGA'S WEARING HUNTER'S BANDANA???? REBELLION???? PILOT????? DOES THAT MEAN THAT SHE AND HERA PROBABLY MET?????? OR WILL PROBABLY MEET????

DAD BOD HUNTER???????? "YOU'RE OUR KID, OMEGA"??????? WHERE'S CROSSHAIR AND WRECKER???? OMYGOD THAT POST I SAW ONCE BEFORE ABT HUNTER BEING ALL DAD AND DRAMATIC IN THE DARK???? TECH'S GOGGLES???????

THEY. LIVED. ON. PABU. FOR YEARS. DO YOU THINK THAT THEY CELEBRATED EACH OTHER'S BIRTHDAYS TOO?????? AW. OMYGOD AND EMERIE FINALLY SEEING THE LIGHT? OMYGOD THERE ARE CLONES LIVING ON PANTORA THEN??? ALSO.

IT MEANS THAT. GREGOR, WOLFFE, AND REX AREN'T THE LAST CLONES IN REBELS 😭😭😭😭 HOLY CRAP 😭😭😭😭