#*using a giant whiteboard*

[2kmps]

rip I'm getting into worldbuilding details and I'm already losing my mind and feel like

I need buy a fucking whiteboard for this shit wtf

[redflagshipwriter]

Hot Ghouls in Your Area

Chapter 1

“A cult?” Jason blew out a bubble and enjoyed the disgusted face that Bruce made.

“Yes.” His voice was tight. Jason could tell that he wanted to turn back to the Batcomputer. “They’re operating in Park Row-”

“Crime Alley.”

Batman sighed and accepted the correction. “I would like to propose a joint operation.” He sounded so tired and not very optimistic.

Jason eyed up his on-again-off-again Father figure and popped his gum, thinking it over. Bruce clearly expected him to say no, fuck off, and take the information himself.

He could. There was nothing wrong with that.

“Sure, old man.” He clapped Bruce on the shoulder and finished screwing together the tool he’d brought in for maintenance. He’d had to fabricate a new part and the Red Hood didn’t exactly have the equipment for that in his two room apartment. “Thursday night alright?”

“They’ve a planned meeting on Wednesday, actually,” Bruce said, frowning slightly at him but looking soft around the eyes with confused hope. “Would that be possible? They seem to gather mid-week.”

Jason let out a sigh. “I can make it work. Ta, old man.” He made sure to toss off an especially insouciant salute as he sauntered away. Sure, he was willing to put a little effort into maintaining their relationship, but he couldn’t be too compliant. If you gave Bruce an hour of your time, he wrote you down on the schedule for an hour every day until one of you fuckin’ died in a warehouse explosion. Something like that.

He wasn’t that trusting, though. Jason took the information that Bruce emailed him and did his own legwork. He wasn’t stubborn enough to bother redoing digital work that Bruce had done or gotten from Babs. That would be a waste of his time, and he valued his time. But he scoped out the cult’s meeting place.

Of all the undignified things, it was a rented room in the community center. Jason found himself sheepishly breaking into the office to check on the reservation and poking around the room itself.

There was nothing special about it. It was a shitty room with shitty paneled walls and cheap, well-trodden grey carpet. It boasted a few too many tables, arranged in a U shape, and a whiteboard pushed up against the wall that hadn’t been cleaned off well enough to erase what he was pretty sure was a reference to their lord and savior, destroyed of worlds.

So. That was a point for Bruce’s cult thing.

He hadn’t really doubted it, if he was honest, given that this had originated in a tip from Zatanna. She had told him as a courtesy that some creep had moved their base of recruiting and operations into Gotham.

Apparently, recruitment was going pretty well. The room could seat like, twenty? Jason counted chairs and left.

He came back on Wednesday at 8pm with the Batman and an attempt at a good attitude. He probably wasn’t going to need any of the weapons on his person. They were going to check in so that this guy knew they had an eye on him and that he would be suspect number one if there was any hint of people or cats being sacrificed.

Bruce fucked off to peer in the windows, like the giant caped creep he was. Jason took the front door, nodded congenially at the old man in the office, and knocked at the room the cultists had reserved.

He could hear Bruce internally curse through the comm. It was silent, of course, but the quality of the silence changed. “Knock knock,” he called, since a literal knock hadn’t done it. He opened the door without waiting. “Just checking in, heard you’re new to town and that you tried to feed Zatanna’s shitty little cousin to the god of Death?”

The room stared at him. A whiteboard marker squeaked to a stop. He idly followed the sound to the board. A …. Huh. that looked like some kind of mystical bullshit.

“You’ve been touched by death,” said the fraud himself, a man in his fifties with a wildly pretentious robe that was wrinkled from the paper bag he’d clearly used to carry it in. He outstretched the hand that didn’t have a blue whiteboard marker in it. “You would be a perfect sacrifice to our Lord.”

“So will it be,” said about half the people there, at the same time a young woman said, “No shit?” in an impressed tone.

Jason rolled his eyes through the helmet, unintimidated by the room of weirdos standing up. The kind of people who gathered at a community center on a Wednesday night were not going to summon the God of Death. Light glinted off the window where Batman was clearly weighing the possibility of breaking glass and swinging in. Jason silently waved him off with a headshake. They weren’t to the point of property damage yet. He took a couple of steps into the room with deliberate swagger. “What a lucky guess,” he drawled. “The Red Hood has had brushes with death? No one but a legitimate prophet could possibly make such a statement.”

“I’m not a prophet,” said the man, and turned back to his white board. “I’m a devote.” He rubbed out a line with the meat of his hand and then hurriedly wrote in ‘The Red Hood’ in a tilted cursive. “The sacrifice!” he shouted, throwing his arms wide and accidentally making a big blue line through his evil little sigil or whatever it was. The elderly lady to Jason’s right opened up her bag, thrust her hand in, and came up with a fistful of -

“Salt?” Jason asked, confused and unimpressed as the silly twit threw her handful of salt at him. “Thanks, I’m better seasoned now,” he snarked. He pulled out a gun easily. “Alright, let’s get serious. I-”

The whiteboard was glowing. The blue letters were glowing green.

“What the fuck?” Jason said. The windows exploded with broken glass as Batman decided now was the time to make his entrance. He barely got to see it before something hooked unpleasantly on his body and soul and twisted it sideways.

The world was green now. Holy shit. Jason spun a circle on uneven ground and gaped. “...Egg on my face,” he said. “I’ve been sacrificed. Consider me embarrassed.” A quick check showed that his comm was useless. It was giving off a steady little eeee of static that kinda sounded like screams. Whimsical. Jason turned it off.

He wasn’t panicking yet. The void wasn’t that freaky. It was weird, sure, but there weren’t any demons or enemies. He flicked the safety off his favorite gun just in case and frowned into the darkness.

It was like he was standing under a spotlight with no light source. There was ambient lighting in all directions, but the world faded into darkness only a few dozen feet away. He took some experimental steps to determine that, yeah, the field of visibility traveled with him.

Well. Time to get moving. Jason walked. There was nothing for the first - hour, he was gonna call it an hour. He got antsy and started jogging. The green stretched on, placid and infinite in a way that was really starting to piss him off. “Hey!” Jason barked into the void. “Anyone there?”

There was an answering electronic whirr. He stopped in his tracks. Jason looked in every direction, including up, and only saw the fucking thing when it was basically on top of him.

The vehicle was probably most equivalent to a spaceship, he decided, as what was probably a 3-man craft at most parked. The top clicked. It opened from the top and someone bounded out. “Hey!” came an annoyed male voice. “What’s the deal, bud?” The stranger landed in front of Jason with crossed arms and a pissy expression. His white hair floated above his head as if he was the little fucking mermaid in the ocean.

Jason scowled, the back of his mind cataloging the other guy’s outfit as pristine and undamaged and his musculature as athletic. “What’s it to you?” he asked, defensive. He didn’t know if it was safe to give information to this guy. “I might be a little lost,” Jason conceded.

“A little lost,” the guy repeated, and then- okay, he flew in a weird little flippy circle, scowling all the while as Jason gaped. “A little lost.” He scoffed. Then he let out a sigh that made his whole body look smaller. He uncrossed his arms and ran a hand through his hair. “This is a weird question,” he said, making it sound more defensive than apologetic. “Did you uh.” He scowled, like the words were distasteful. “Look,” he tried again. “Are you delulu, or did you get caught up as the sacrificial bride? I told Frank to knock that shit off.”

Sacrificial bride. Jason felt his brain go offline for a moment. Say what now.

“Helloooo,” the… was this rando a god of death? He was impatient. He flew way up into Jason’s personal space and snapped his fingers. “Someone just smashed metal trash bins together at my grave to get my attention, basically. No, it’s more like one of those spam pop ups that says there’s hot girls in your area?” He made a gesture at Jason. “Only it’s loud. It’s ringing in my ears, and I had to come track you down. Do you think this is funny?”

“...Sacrificial bride?” Jason finally managed to croak out.

Weirdly, this made the other guy relax immediately. “Just found out, huh,” he said, sounding much more sympathetic. “Yeah, okay, we need to sort out a spiritual divorce immediately. And then you can go home and there will be no more hot girls in my area and I can get back to my ess- my work.”

Jason took a few moments of grief and confusion to accept his apparent status. “We’re married?” he said weakly.

The white haired man looked a little sheepish. “Marriage is probably not quite accurate,” he said, and Jason felt a little bit of relief before the guy continued, “It’s more like you’re my concubine?” He sounded mortified by this. “I didn’t want this!”

“No, no,” Jason said, meaning both that he believed it and that he needed this conversation to change directions immediately. “I- who are you?” He gestured at his– what the fuck was the other side of a concubine relationship? King was the associated word that came up, but that…

“I’m nobody, really,” said the white haired man weakly. “But I may technically be King of ghosts or whatever. The Infinite Realms.” He scratched at his face. “So… yeah.”

They stood in utterly mortified silence for a long moment before he seemed to remember something. “You can call me Danny,” he offered.

“...Call me Jason,” he said.

“Thanks, Jason,” Danny said genially. “So, uh, this is a mess, right?” He started floating away backwards. “I’m going to hunt down my mentor and advisor and get some uh- advice, I guess. Do you wanna come with? Or should I come back and check in once I’ve heard from him?”

Jason weighed up his situation, the conventional wisdom about getting in vehicles with strange men, and wondered how useless his gun was going to be in this situation. Danny had never reacted to it being pointed at him, so his guess was ‘utterly unhelpful’. He put it away. “I’d like a ride, thanks,” he said dryly.

They made some stilted conversation on the ride. Danny was clearly trying to hold back and give him no identifying information. That was fascinating, because it implied that there was something Jason could do from the human world to track Danny down. It was also reassuring because there was no reason to withhold information if he’d planned to keep Jason prisoner, so, ya know, that was a good sign.

Anyway, Jason got a lot of information from Danny.

Danny was a terrible liar and he misspoke like, all the time. Jason was pretty sure he was in the ghost equivalent of school, like college or something. He talked like someone in Jason’s age group would, so he’d probably died very recently. Maybe he had been a college student when he’d died and he just hadn’t given up on that degree yet, honestly. Jason managed to drag the conversation around to education. He got nowhere with asking about literature but he hit the jackpot with science. Danny was still babbling about a telescope when he landed the …ship outside of a wonky clocktower.

Jason took off his safety belt and froze in his tracks when Danny absently stopped him with a cool hand. Jason looked down at that hand.

“You had better stay here,” Danny said. He shook his head slightly. “Clocky doesn’t like everyone.”

He melted into the chair as if he had never wanted to get up. “Alright,” Jason said.

Danny was out of the spaceship by the time that Jason realized something was very wrong with that interaction.

He hadn’t decided to sit down. He hadn’t wanted to sit back down. Did- did he actually think it was reasonable to stay behind, or would he have argued and gone in normally?

‘...I think Danny did something.’ Suspicion swirled in his gut. Jason tried to take the safety belt off and stand up. He couldn’t. It was like his muscles wouldn’t respond to it.

Well, that was pretty fuckin’ evil. His pulse picked up in his throat. It… It was some kind of compulsion? He had to do what Danny told him to do? That was really fucked up. He was starting to feel really unsafe now. He wished he’d hung back with Bruce. He wanted someone to bring him home. And weirdly, he felt betrayed. He hardly trusted Danny, didn’t know the fucker well enough to, but he hadn’t gotten that impression off the guy–

‘It wasn’t him,’ Jason realized. ‘It was the binding ritual. Danny said it wasn’t like a marriage, it’s not equal. That’s why I did what Danny wanted me to do.’

Well. Well then. If Danny didn’t know that Jason had to follow his orders, Jason was most fucking certainly not going to spell it out for him. It was a grim calculation to make, but it seemed the safest. As it was, Danny seemed to want to get rid of him as fast as possible.

So that was it. He’d play along and get Danny to spit him back out into Gotham, a young hot divorcé free on the streets.

[hidefdoritos]

GUYS GUESS WHAT

I took my friend (who doesn't get out much and needs to have a quiet retreat space) to the library today.

I FORGOT HOW RAD THE LIBRARY IS.

-My library has private rooms with locking doors that you check out with your library card and then have keycard access to.

-These rooms are made of plexiglass for Obvious Reasons, but still. Rooms.

-I checked out a Lounge space and, guys, it's a balcony.

-It's over the main entrance to the library so you can see everyone coming in and out. The door locks so it's private, but it's also open air to the tall ceilings and has SO MUCH natural light.

-literally so much natural light the one exterior wall is floor-to-ceiling windows with a view over a fountain and a courtyard and the local shopping district. the sunset was rad.

-My laptop connected directly to the WiFi.

-There were so many people there! There are chairs spread throughout and a bunch of computers and people just chilled and hung out!

-My friend was thrilled to be able to navigate a quiet space with strangers who didn't speak to her, and then to have a retreat space.

-My library also has a Makerspace (!!!) and a Cricut machine (!!!) and I can email someone and get trained in how to use it!

-Someone was in the recording booth and I couldn't tell what she was reading but it sounded cool.

-There's a whole room along the side of the upstairs that's just for teens. Like literally just. The sign says that if you're not a teenager you should see the staff for other rooms. There wasn't anyone there when I stuck my head in but there's a giant whiteboard and orb-style chairs and

-sorry I forgot to mention that my balcony has not only a couch but also several big comfy chairs (like, I can sit on my chair and put my feet on it too and balance my book on my knees and it's STILL not too small of a chair) and a couple coffee tables and a corner where the sunlight isn't direct y'all it's so nice

-I'm so glad my tax dollars went to this, guys. We're stuck on campus for Thanksgiving break and we desperately needed to go somewhere that didn't cost money.

-for as much as I get on about the necessity of Third Spaces, you think I'd remember this.

-I also found out my friend likes Agatha Christie novels. She read me a section while I washed dishes tonight, and I think I'm gonna like them too.

[imyourbratzdoll]

need my request for glory role with historyProfessor!Ari where he is obsessed with the reader and she works on a glory role to help pay for college and one day he finally finds out how her lips feel around his huge cock 😏😏🥵

Could you also include a little flirting in the classroom and she being his favorite because she knows all the answers to his questions?? pleaaaaaseeee love you 💖💖💖

hey baby, I'm sorry this took so long, I didn't get to sleep till 7am yesterday. I love you too!

summary - your professor finally gets to feel your lips around him.

warning - smut, gloryhole, taboo, teacher/student relationship, oral sex, swearing, slut.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

Ari could feel himself harden at the sight of you entering his classroom. Seeing your tiny skirt and plump, glossy lips made his mind swirl with thoughts of you deep-throating him. You smile widely at him, waving as you say good morning. Ari watches you walk to your seat with a sway of your hips, and he holds back his groan as you take your seat right at the front, giving him a lovely view of your pink heart knickers. He clears his throat when the rest of the students begin to fill the classroom. He stands tall in front of the whiteboard, gaining the class's attention. Your eyes move down his body slowly, sucking your bottom lip into your mouth as they land on the giant bulge in his pants. It looks so big even when it’s soft. Ari hides the smirk that threatens to appear as he notices you checking him out. 

“Right, Miss L/n?” You blink and feel your cheeks heat up as everyone stares at you. “Were you not listening, Miss L/n?” Ari smirks, his arms crossed over his chest as he stares you down.

You cheekily smile, “I’m sorry, sir. I got distracted by the god standing in front of me.” You watch his cheeks turn a deep shade of red before shaking his head and continuing with the class, smiling proudly at you as you answer every question correctly, and when the bell rings, you both feel disappointed that you have to say goodbye. But Ari sighs in relief, feeling his cock ache and strain against his dress pants. Ari knew it was wrong to follow you sometimes, but he couldn’t help it. You were his favourite student, he couldn’t let something terrible happen to you, and when he found out you worked at a gloryhole outside of town, he was both fuming and horny. The thought of other men besides himself touching you, experiencing you, made Ari’s skin crawl. So today, after class, Ari makes sure to head to your work, knowing you’ll be working tonight. 

He’s swollen, thick and throbbing as he gets closer to finally feeling your lips around his cock, taking him deeper until your gagging and choking. Ari groans, sliding some cash to the woman before walking to your booth. He growls and pushes a guy out of his way before that man can even unzip his pants. Ari ignores him as he takes out his heavy cock, sliding it through the hole with a bit of a struggle, and grunts as your tongue flicks out and gives it a little lick. You wrap your lips around his large mushroom tip, sucking it deeper into your mouth, moaning around the base. Ari rests his forehead against the wall, feeling his cock throb in your wonderful mouth. “Fuck, I have dreamt of this for so fucking long. Best fucking mouth.” 

Your eyes widen, recognising the voice as your professor’s. But his cock tastes so good to stop, your eyes slip closed, and you take him deeper, gagging slightly around him before you swallow, feeling your clit throb at the sounds that escape him. You suck hard, swallowing and tracing every vein with your tongue. Your hand comes up, and you begin to stroke the parts you can’t fit, twisting your wrist and jerking his cock. Your other hand slips between your legs, rubbing your puffy clit, and the pleasure causes your eyes to roll to the back of your head. Your moans vibrate his thick cock, making Ari jerk forward and let out a shout. “Shit! Are you touching yourself, baby? Being a good little slutty student for me?” You throb, and Ari’s eyes roll back at the intense vibrations, feeling his end approach rapidly. “Fuck! Get ready, I’m going to fucking cum, and you better be the good girl I know you are and swallow.” His balls tighten, and his cock twitches as thick cum spurts out of him and into your mouth. 

You moan, eyes filling with tears as your tongue flicks the underside of his tip, prolonging his orgasm as you continue to rub your puffy clit. Your mouth overflows with his cum, sucking it deeper and swallowing as you cum, whimpering around his softening member. You slowly pull off, panting as you stare at his cock, watching as he pulls it through the hole and tucks it into his pants. “Get dressed. Your mine now.”

Let’s just say… You lived very happily.

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[factual-fantasy]

10 Asks! Thank you! :}} 🌱

I assume I'm not, it appears to just be a chest cold 😞

<XD I've heard of whiteboard yeah. But I've never used it. I can just imagine people popping in just to scribble all over everyone else's work. I'll think I'll stick to solo drawing for now-

(Post in question)

XDD Sylvester has a tendency to be rather cursed-

@minnesotamedic186

I don't see why not! :}

(Post in question)

Indeed it is! I made a post talking about his backstory but I can't access my archive atm so I'll do a quick recap-

I don't actually know anything about madness combat. Some friends of mine were really into it and made a bunch of OCs and I wanted to be cool like them 🥺 so I made my own madness OCs based on what little knowledge I had.

His name is Casey. And he lived out in the middle of nowhere Nevada with two of his best friends in this giant armored truck that they built.

At some point they were caught in a burning building disaster, some bandits stole the truck and Casey's friends died in the fire. He wandered the wasteland alone for a few years.. before eventually stumbling upon the bandits camp.

He stormed into the camp and killed everyone, unfortunately his truck was nowhere to be found. He did however find this little girl that had been captured and tied to a tree.

Him and "Stefany" then traveled together for a few years before meeting a scientist named Eric. He had gotten separated from his group and was stranded. I had this idea that the people from the wasteland hate scientists. But Eric begged for help. They made a deal that if they brought this guy back to his lab, that he would give them this valuable thing from the lab. He agreed.

Eric didn't intend to keep his side of the deal. But after a few weeks of traveling together and bonding.. when they got to the lab he stole the thing and gave it to Casey. Getting himself booted off the lab team in the process.

So now the three of them travel together. Eventually Casey gets hurt really bad and the group has to camp out for a bit. While Stef was out looking for food, she saw Casey's truck in the distance. She went and hijacked it, kicking out the two bandits that were in it.

She drove it back to the camp but the bandits followed. There was a stand off between the bandits and Casey. When suddenly..

"..Casey? Is that you?"

The two bandits were Casey's friends he thought he'd lost. There's this tearful reunion, a lot of story telling and explanations.. and now they travel together as a family :)

Oh yeah and at some point Stef gets a (probably) rabid raccoon named kitty, even though there aren't animals in madness combat..? Apparently?? Idk I had barely any world knowledge when I made these characters <XDD

But now that I'm thinking about them.. I should draw them again some time.. 🤔 anyways, thank you for the interest and for the ask! It means a lot to me :}}

(video/link in question)

That's how I'd start probably. Then they'd build sandcastles, dig giant holes for no reason and play in the sea! :}

@couchwow

Sorry, I don't take drawing requests. :/ and considering my state, it's especially something I will not do upon request..

And what are you doing askin me to draw? 🤣 I've seen your work, you're quite the artist yourself! Why not draw it yourself? I know it'd come out great! :D (genuinely)

@astaherussy

I don't think much surprises the Mario Bros anymore. 😅 If they saw a crew of talking pirate cookies they'd just think "well this might as well be happening."

As for a bully on the ship, the crew would not tolerate any of that behavior towards Red. They'd shut that down real quick. ❌

@fallingbones

:DDD Thank you so much!! :}}}

@glitchhayden418

Jimmy's doin fine. And I'll draw what ever I WANT when I finally get over this, thank you very much! >:T ☝️☝️thank you tho :}}

[sardonic-the-writer]

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ warnings: none

↳ song: not quite almost christmas time—tom cardy

masterlist | coms | carrd

• Christmas in New York is always a hectic time of the year. The last week of the holiday season was always spent with adults rushing to buy a last minute gift for their partner while parents attempted to pry their kids from shiny display windows

• However, you, being friends with a guild of ninjas, had your own problems. Namely, what exactly were you supposed to get four giant mutant turtles and their rat dad?

• Food and gift cards were out of the question. Unless it was pizza, you weren't sure they would eat it, and gift cards would be rendered useless by their mutant appearance. No shopping sprees were going to be held for the brothers anytime soon

• After many frantic late night texts sent to both April & Casey—and one call to Splinter on the cheese phone, which you were scolded for later—you eventually settled on four gifts for them

• From you, Michelangelo would be getting a new skateboard with a five hundred pack of stickers to decorate it with. That had been a tough call, considering you knew how much he loved his current set of busted wheels, but you decided the purchase was worth it in the end

• For Raphael, you got him a can of roach killer

• It's a gag gift, of course, but he wouldn't have to know that until after the embarrassing teasing ceased

• His actual present was a new set of paints and canvases—most of them from a brand you knew he loved, but had a hard time getting ahold of since they were produced in Japan

• Leonardo's gift would consist of a limited edition Space Heros comic you knew he had been itching to get at for a while now. It was probably the most expensive—and when you say expensive, you mean expensive. Comic owners were really protective about first editions—but it's worth it

• As for Donnie, you had gone a little old school with him. Instead of going out and buying a gift, you had instead sat down at your kitchen table and brought out the scrapbook scissors

• The following poster you created consisted of all of the most memorable moments in scientific history—from the creation of the periodic table to the splitting of an atom

• Right in between all of those amazing discoveries, you made sure to include important milestones in Donatello's life. Starting on the day that all five of you had met

• While you were slaving away over your rickety dining table that was very much due for an upgrade, the turtles were having a present wrapping party of their own

• When it comes time to wrap their gifts, Raph's the artist of the group. He would probably be really good at it—cool bows, smooth taping jobs and all—if he didn't get so pissed off at the wrapping paper for giving him little paper cuts. In the end he just uses the little bags with tissue paper stuffed in it. Much easier

• Mikey is. Uh. Mikey. His presents are always fun and full of surprises—one year, you got a pie to the face—but his wrapping most certainly is not. Ends up just having to go to Leo or Donnie to help him, or it just ends up an amalgamation of tape and paper. Mostly tape.

• Leo's probably the most normal out of the group during the seasonal activity. Gets it done all in one afternoon fairly easily, and most definitely uses some limited edition Space Heros wrapping paper he found online. What else, of course

• Donnie is really methodical about it for some reason? It's just wrapping, but he uses equations and an actual whiteboard full of complex math for it. What color matches best, how to cover an awkward shaped present perfectly, the cost of labor, etc

• April ends up doing both her and Casey's in the end. He's too lazy to actually do it and just ends up annoying her until she does

• In the end, Christmas in the lair goes down perfectly. You, April and Casey were all able to slip away from your parents houses for just a moment to witness the Hamato clan open up your gifts, each of you sitting beneath the soft glow of a Christmas tree that Splinter had pulled out from somewhere

[insertyourselfhere]

Body Swap Part 2

A/N: Sorry this took so long just trying to find the direction I wanted the story to go in and I got an idea now!

Character Pairing: Gwen Stacy (Ghost Spider) x Reader

Description: It had been a few weeks now with you and Gwen swapping bodies every so often. Sometimes when you went to her world and did her Spider job there would be comparison videos about you, saying that there had to be 2 Spider’s running with the same sort of body, physique just 2 very different styles. When Gwen was in your body the humiliating videos of you sucking a lot had eventually stopped sort of, you knew it wasn’t Gwen’s fault your body is a bit more conditioned for your fighting style and not hers, she preferred to be light on her feet and was very agile, meanwhile you were the complete opposite and offered almost no flexibility at all which was a  little different from most spiders. So she had a much harder time to adjust. She spent lots of time with your Aunt when she was in your body, meanwhile you wouldn’t mean to but sometimes you would go and watch sports with her dad and bro out a little. One day she left a passive aggressive note on her mirror for you and you got a bit mad.

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“Can you stop broing out with my dad” It read in giant letters on her mirror, at this point because it had been so long you had begun a routine of when you knew you were going to swap bodies and live the lives of the other person. You grabbed the sticky note and ripped it off her mirror throwing it in her bin. You knew you had to but a part of you had missed this relationship with someone.

Don’t get it wrong you loved your Aunt from the bottom of your heart and you did have some friends you could bro out with but something about not having a male figure in your life to watch sport with or to talk about people you were interested in. Sometimes you missed that bond, but ONLY sometimes, most of the time you usually ran around with your Aunt doing can drives, cooking food for the homeless, cloth drives, anything you could to help our your community back home, but to you there was something familiar about walking in to see your dad sitting on the couch, a beer in his hand watching rugby.

You walked out of the room, hair and everything done for school and you rushed down to get the bus, Gwen’s dad already gone for the day. You got into the bus and headed to school, not paying attention to what you were doing your brain still on this strange phenomenon that you were experiencing. When you got to your first class you opened Gwen’s book and saw it littered with lots of notes and thoughts.

“What’s going on?”, “Why is this happening?”, “Did some witch hex us?” You kept going around the page until you saw a note that caught your eye.

“What are we going to do Y/N?” You couldn’t tell if this note was deliberate or if she was just thinking out loud but you decided to reply anyway knowing she would see it tomorrow when you swapped back. “I don’t know but when 2 spiders get together, I’m sure we could think of something” you wrote back with a small smile on your face.

“Gwen…Can you answer this question please” Your smile dropped and you looked up, the teacher very clearly looked annoyed with you. You gave her a look and answered the question confidently without missing a beat, she gave you an even more annoyed look. “That is correct, however I feel like you should still pay attention” she went back to her whiteboard and you went back to your book, still finding small thoughts and messages.

You managed to get halfway through the day after going to a couple more classes, one that really stood out for you though was music class, only because you were supposed to be the drummer in the school band and you absolutely could not play the drums to save your life, you even practiced on Gwen’s drum kit when you could and even watched tutorials back in your own body. You managed to avoid playing whenever you had class but the note stuck in your locker said otherwise. “Drum solo due today” You were literally shaking at the idea of going to music class, you thought about skipping but if Gwen put that in your locker it must really be important. You headed towards music class slowly catching up with the rest of your class mates, the teacher brought you all in and before you could even sit down she pulled you over.

“Now Gwen before you get comfortable your going first today” Of course you were, what luck it would be for you to get dragged up first. You went to sit down behind the drum kit and grabbed the drum sticks. They gave you a guitarist to play along with.

 They started playing and you literally held your breath, you tried playing the drum kit along with the guitarist and it just wasn’t working out for you. You huffed and tried playing again to no avail, your frustration was showing and the teacher went to stop you. But once you actually focused and put your mind to it the muscle memory kicked in and you started playing, Gwen’s muscle memory of playing for so long took over your limbs and played the drums, beautifully you might add. You had an out of body experience, your mind separated from your body just for that moment. You smiled as you sat and watched her body just take over, she looked like she was in her element, like this was the person she was supposed to be. Soon the experience was coming to an end, you went back into her body and felt the ending of the piece come to the end. As the last beat of the drum hit all Gwen’s classmates stood up and gave her a standing ovation, you felt a little out of place since it wasn’t you that had done it but you gave a small smile and a wave.

The rest of your day was a little uneventful, school finished up and you had a couple of incidents as Spider-Gwen that you had managed to fix up and head on home. As you walked into the house you were greeted with her father laying on the couch drinking a beer and watching the rugby. You waved towards him and moved to Gwen’s room getting ready for the night, before you could he called out to you.

“Hey Gwen, you coming to watch?” You shook your head walking away into your room, feeling a bit guilty you closed the door and hid in Gwen’s room. You headed to her desk grabbing the journal you had bought for her ages ago so you could mark down what you had and she could keep tabs on what you did, you managed to always get a photo of the day too so she could see what you were doing and you stuck a picture of Gwen receiving her A+ for her award. You had another photo of her playing the drums during the class, you grabbed it looking at it remembering how amazing it was to see her play. Even though it literally wasn’t quite her it still made you smile, you were absolutely wrecked from the day so you managed to pass out while holding onto the photo.

You woke up the next day in your own room this time knowing you had swapped back, you stretched your body and heard something fall to the ground. To your bewilderment there was the picture of Gwen playing the drums on your bedroom floor, you scuffled down to grab it surprised to see this had some how made its way across the whatever this was.

“Y/N Are you awake?” You were too stunned to speak and you heard your Aunt knock on the door slowly before opening it, she spotted you splayed out on the floor holding onto this polaroid picture.

“Y/N are you okay?” You quickly sat up and crossed your legs. “Um, I don’t know how to explain this but I have a photo that I somehow teleported across with from Gwen’s body here right now” Your Aunt gave you a confused look and crouched down next to you as you held up the picture, your Aunt took it off you inspecting it.

“This is Gwen?” She asked a small smile went across her features “At least now I know what to picture when you guys swap, also she’s very pretty Y/N” Your face flushed turning red knowing very well how pretty she was. “Get out” You said gently pushing your aunt away from your space, she giggled and got up heading towards the kitchen.

“Breakfast is ready, and don’t forget to read your journal” You shook your head and got up, moving over to the journal on your night stand. You read its contents and was surprised nothing really happened over here, she had a rather uneventful day, mostly just helping our her Aunt with a couple of things around the house, going to football practice and taking down a petty thief as your spider. You let out a sigh of relief when you noticed less and less scars and scratches on your body every time you came back. You didn’t realise how difficult your body was to handle but then again it was your body.

You walked out into the kitchen still holding onto the photo that you had somehow managed to bring over here, you walked up to the fridge and placed it on there. Your aunt gave you a confused look and you slightly blushed.

“So you know what to picture when we swap and she’s me” You said, grabbing your bowl of cereal and eating it quickly. She shot you a look and you smashed down the rest of your cereal and headed out to your school now.

“Whats up Y/N” Your best friend as always was waiting for you at the bus stop, you did your secret handshake and proceeded to board the bus as soon as it showed up. You were lost in thought stuck thinking about Gwen’s drum performance and started looking up tutorials again.

“I’m sorry Y/N but you literally have the rhythm of a 80 year old with a hip displacement” You shot him a look and knew he was right but you wanted to try.

“Look just because I went to Prom with Trixie last year and stepped on her feet 8 times does not prove that theory” Your B/F shot you a look and you rolled your eyes looking back out the window again. School came into sight as you prepared to leave the bus you felt a Spidey Tingle.

“What was that about?” You asked looking around, there was nothing alerting you it was just going off, no real direction, no real sense it would just tingle.

“Y/N You okay buddy?” Your B/F asked, you nodded still looking off in the distance but came back and kept walking with them.

“I’ve got PE first up what have you got?” They asked you groaned realising what day it was. “Today is literally my worst day I have Maths, Science, English. Why couldn’t Gwen be the one to take over my Thursdays” You said out loud. “Who’s Gwen, is she your girlfriend?” You blushed heavily looking back at your friend who had a smirk on their face.

“I don’t know a Gwen, that’s weird why would I say Gwen, that’s such a random name to think of…”Your rambling was not helping and your best friend was cackling. “Alright super star I get it, don’t tell me about this mysterious Gwen character then” They punched your shoulder gently and walked off to their class, you were so annoyed at yourself because you knew for a fact that your best friend was going to NAG you until you died about Gwen so Gwen will find out that you mentioned her casually. “Today could not get any….NO NOOOOO I will not finish that sentence cause its always followed by something horrible” You grabbed your text books and headed to your first classes, today you were keeping a low profile unable to get your mind of 2 things that’s already happened today, 1 you bought the photo back from Gwen’s world of her playing the drums which was weird in itself and 2 although it didn’t happen today you still couldn’t get your mind off that scene. Your Spidey sense started going off again for no reason, it was really bothering you, almost like a constant ringing in your ears distracting you from focusing on class, not like you were anyway. You looked out the window and saw the grey clouds rolling in, your teachers voice drowning out as they spoke and it just went quiet.

That ringing noise came back and you were slowly starting to lose your mind. ‘GET OUT OF MY HEAD’ You yelled in your brain hoping for the noise to go away.

‘Is that anyway to say hello to the stranger you’ve been sharing your body with for the last few weeks’

Your body froze, you stood up from your desk looking to see that familiar blonde hair you got used to seeing so often. When it didn’t happen you saw your students and teachers staring at you.

“Ah I’m so sorry I just have to pee….yeah is that okay if I pee?” Your teacher didn’t say anything and just nodded their head as you ran out into the hallway.

You ran towards the bathroom, slammed open the door and looked at yourself In the mirror.

‘This is insane, I am going insane, theres no way I heard Gwen’s voice in my head. Nope. You are crazy Y/N’

‘If I interrupt and say you aren’t does that make you more crazy’

You heard that voice again, you knew for a fact you did it was like she was in front of you. You looked in the mirror and saw no one else. Nothing in your eyes, no weird senses or anything it was just you.

‘This is crazy’

‘Yep’ She replied so casually and you couldn’t help but laugh.

‘Why is this happening to us’

‘Dunno but your loud thoughts are making it very hard to concentrate’ You could only imagine how loud your brain was, so you let out a deep breath and quietened everything down.

‘Much better, Anyway I don’t know why or how this is happening but um while I have you here I wanted to thank you, for the A+ you got in music yesterday’ You smiled at her, or like in your head? It doesn’t matter, you made your way back to class.

‘I didn’t do anything, believe it or not I have 0 musical talent so it was actually all you, well your body to be honest, I just sat back and watched’ You sat back down in your classroom looking back out the window again, the teacher once again beginning their explanation of Maths and you honestly too pre-occupied with what was happening in your head.

‘Well either way I am impressed so thank you’ She said you could hear a small smile playing on her lips.

‘Well thank you for not leaving my body all bruised and scratched this time! It was refreshing’ You said laughing to yourself out loud. A few more students turned to you and you looked away trying so hard not to bring any more attention to yourself.

‘It was a hard lesson to learn but we’re getting there’ she replied, The bell rang in your world and you got up, moving towards Science.

‘Oh look I was going to tell you when we swapped bodies back but I guess I can tell you now, I um managed to take a photo from your world and bring it with me’ Gwen hummed in her head which caused your head to reverberate a little.

‘Interesting, which photo did you take’

‘I wonder if I could show you?’ you asked trying to project the image in your head.

‘I don’t think this is how that works I think we can just hear each other’ she said smiling.

‘That’s fair, okay it was a picture of you playing the drums yesterday’

‘How did that happen?’ she asked, your face flushed a little.

‘I had finished up the journal I had written for you and legit passed out as soon as I was done, I didn’t realise I was still holding onto that photo’ You lied out of your teeth not wanting to tell her you admired how naturally she played the drums.

‘You know I can hear your thoughts right..’ She said and you had just been caught.

‘Okay well you caught me, so yes either way I fell asleep with it in my hand and woke up here and it was on my floor’

‘I wonder if it happens with anything else, I might try it out with something’ she said thinking out loud

‘Let me know how it goes! I wonder if this whole talking thing is a permanent thing or a today thing’

‘I guess we will find out’

The rest of your day went by very quickly now that you had someone to complain to without getting in trouble. She would also do the same thing, sometimes it would be silent for a few minutes or so but then you would take turns breaking the silence. You were intrigued by this new ability of yours wondering if maybe it was all in your head and not the actual Gwen but with these Spidey powers you have you highly doubted that. It seemed to be some otherworldly thing like maybe there was something you both needed to do. You weren’t sure but you would try your best to figure out what this was and how to fix it.

[effervescentbee]

I've had a week, 7 full days, to work on an assignment and I haven't started and it's due at 11:59 pm today (six hours from now) and the panic of procrastinating hasn't hit yet

Anyways, have some of my rambles while I wait for the panic to set in

You know how people head cannon that Hobie has text written on his body when he has strong emotions like love? So then would it be the norm for Hobie to always just know when someone likes him because that's how things work in his world? So pining isn't something he's used to cause in his world all it took was the person reading the text on the other and then boom feelings shared and they date

And because miles world isn't like Hobies and you can't just read other people he doesn't think to read the words on hobie. Maybe he did a few times when he first met Hobie but they were all boring news articles cause Hobie didn't like miles yet and since then miles hasn't read them cause he assumes they don't mean anything

And now Hobie being out of his element is stumbling through his crush on miles and doesn't know what to do because miles isnt reading the text and hes never had to actually verbally confess and he doesn't know how to go about it

So he just awkwardly goes "hey miles" with the intention of confessing but he always gets too nervous and says something random like a weird fun fact and this happens multiple times

It happens so often the other spiders have taken notice and have a giant whiteboard near the cafeteria with tallys keeping track of how many times Hobie has tried to confess as a way of teasing him

Nobody will tell miles what the spiders are keeping track of but he eventually notices every time Hobie tells him a weird fun fact a new tally appears and he's confused at first because why would they be keeping track of that?

So then he starts paying more attention and soon realizes Hobie likes him and finds out the texts on Hobie does actually have meaning and he starts reading it and he's obviously really flustered

It takes miles a few days but he makes up his mind to confess Hobie

He does it like Hobie does all of his failed confessions. He goes "hey Hobie" then a weird fun fact and then he adds "by the way I also like you and you suck at confessions"

Then they get together and stuff and nobody ever lets Hobie live down the amount of times he failed to confess

[abbythewritor]

"Fairness." OnePiece x Saitama reader, 5.

"Just a Normal girl looking for an everyday life. At least, if you call sailing across the seas with idiots with useless dreams a simple task, then you might wanna see a doctor. Seriously."

Warnings: Blood, gore, mentions of Luekimia, and heaps amount of blood and strength. It might be a little cursing, but not bad, and maybe some flirting in there, but it's mostly clean.

Other things:

-You didn't get bald due to your powers; you got bald to an extreme illness.

-You part of the straw hat crew, but others are interested in you and your power.

-Everyone that is a male is taller than you.

-Monsters from the OPM world will appear in One Piece, and I'll make some new monsters you will fight.

Enjoy the fifth chapter everyone!!!!!!

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"Alright, here's the plan!"

Everyone was surrounding Jimbei as we were closer to Marineford. I was still sitting by Crocodile as everyone else rang us three. "We are headed to the marine headquarters to rescue Ace! It will be dangerous, so we must keep our guard up!" He explained as Buggy whipped towards him. "HEY WAIT A MINUTE!! NAVY HQ?!! I KNOW THAT YOU GUYS KNOW ABOUT THE WAR BETWEEN WHITEBOARD AND THE NAVY! BUT WE DON'T NEED TO GET INVOLVED!!" He snapped, others nodding with agreement, which made Crocodile sigh with reply. "It's obvious. It's your fault for being so clueless." "WHAT?!" Buggy screeched as Crocodile continued. "We passed through the gate of justice. That means our destination must be either the Navy HQ or Enies Lobby. The tub current that we're on is exclusive to the Government. It's a giant whirlpool that connects the Government's 3 significant facilities. We wanted to break out because we have a role in the war." He finished, as I nodded. "He's right; even if we tried to get out of here, tides, which I've heard of, will only keep us in this circle, which would be hard to escape anyway. "

Mister Three and Buggie's eyes grew wide, their tongues coming out as Luffy nodded to our statement. "Yeah. The real fight is on its way."

"THE REAL FIGHT IS ON ITS WAY?!" The two snapped, as everyone else didn't know about this Buggy, and Mister Three pleaded with Jimbei to stop the ship, but they didn't understand that we were on a current. "We can't stop! We are on the current!" Jimbei replied as my head tilted. "Why can't you guys just jump off?" The two whipped to me angrily. "WE CAN'T. DEVIL FRUIT USERS LIKE US WILL DIE INSTANTLY!!" My head tilted more. "Really? Even just swimming?" Mister One stood beside me, crossing his arms. "Devil fruit users can't swim in the water; we'll just sink to the bottom." I nodded. "I see, so I guess you guys are going to the war after all." "SHUT UP!" The two snapped again, and I giggled as Jimbei continued with the plan.

The way he described the White beart pirates, the marines, and the warlords seemed pretty thorough, as they sounded solid.

This world never ceased to amaze me, wondering who I was going to fight next, what allies I was going to make, and even what outcome to arrive.

But, listening to Jimbeis plan more and more, I couldn't help but get excited, as there would be enemies just as powerful as I, which meant a fair fight would be coming my way very soon.

After a couple more minutes of discussing the plan, one of the snail things rang, and it caught my attention. "Oi, I think something is ringing." Everyone heard it too, as Luffy and everyone looked around

Soon enough, Luffy landed his eyes on a pillar with a door, and everyone besides Crocodile, Jimbei, and Mister One ran that way.

Smashing through the wall, I grabbed out a snail with a phone on it. Everyone's eyes widened. "A-A snail transponder!" I looked at it confusingly, as Mister three walked to me. "Don't answer it! We are ona marine ship!" Luffy stood on the other side of me, as he looked at it blankly, buggy soon in front of me as us four, and the criminals looked at it more. But, as Luffy was getting inpatient, he simple picked it up, and answered it. "Hello?" "HE ANSWERED IT!!!" "This is Navy HQ."

"Ah, I'm Luffy." I nod. "And I'm Y/n." Everyone was shocked. "DON'T GIVE YOUR NAMES LIKE THAT!!"

"We know that the ship has been taken by escapees. We received a report from Fleet Escort Force at Impel Down. We determined who the two main suspects of this great escape case were...from, the insider information before contact was lose. Monkey D Luffy, and a rather larger, yet strong female!" Everyone surrounding us was shocked. "Y-Y/n-san is a suspect! But there warlords here!" A criminal yelled. "Yeah! She's to cute to be a suspect!" One of them replied, as we listened further as the marine continued, telling us how Buggy was also apart of Gold D Rogers crew, a friend of the current yonko shanks, as well as he had the same plan as Luffy to free ace, as he was freaking out.

The marine also told us that we would never get through the gates into Marineford, as we will be instantly shot down, as he explained there was no sea for us to escape an Live on to.

I was getting a little iterated from this marine guy. "Oi, Marine guy." My voice spoke, as he hummed with response. "I don't know how tough you marines are, but you guys are seriously getting on my nerves." Everyone's eyes jolted open. "EH?!" "You seriously think your little talk will make us back down? Ace is an important person, a man at the wrong time, and to think you Idiots arrested him for only wanting freedom and Justice for his murdered crewmate? Pow pathetic.." Crocodile smirked, both him and Mister one looking my way from the Cannon, as everyone's mouth couldn't close or speak. "We are going to rescue Ace, even if it gets us killed, because everyone in the world, weak or strong, deserves freedom, and fairness." I finished, shutting the snail thing off, and throwing it off the ship, into the water, causing the pirates to slump, as Mister three grabbed my shoulders. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?! WITH SUCH A PEDIGREE HOW COULD YOU BE SO DIRTY?!" "My, My, seems like we have a pickle, but we shouldn't be blaming Y/n-san after all, as we all want justice in this world." Ivanka spoke, as Luffy nodded. "Yes, that's correct, but hey Buggy, I already knew you used to be apart of Rogers crew, but, the old man, rayleigh, told me that you and Shanks grew up together." Buddy came out of nowhere. "RAYLEIGH?! YOU'VE MET HIM?!" He asked with a smile, then continued. "I miss Vice Captain! Where'd you see him?!" He asked, as everyone was shocked they were talking about a man known as "Dark King" as I was just even more confused, but didn't want to question it. But, as Luffy tried to explain, the idiot pirates surrounded Buggy more, Praising him for being so strong, as Buggy was just as confused, but took in the compliments and held a proud smile. I sighed, shaking my head with a smile on my lips as well, as the air suddenly changed, which made everyone to look, as my eyes then widened.

A large marine base, just in the distance, which might be the area where the war is going on, as Smoke was arising from the far.

"THAT'S IT EVERYONE! MARINEFORD!" Jimbei yelled, as me and Luffy ran next to him, all of us soon standing on our feet as we were getting closer.

A small smile pressed against my lips, as my fist clenched slightly. 'Hold on Ace..' I thought, looking to Luffy, then back to the base.

'Your fairness will soon come.'

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"W-What happened?! It stopped moving!!" Well, you and everyone were about too arrive to marine base, until a giant ass tsunami decided to show up.

As Jimbei made the ship ride up it, the water of the storm froze, as the marine ship, and all of you were now sitting on it, not moving a muscle.

You were shocked, as you were beside Ivanka and Jimbei, as Buggy also looked over the edge, not believing his eyes either. "W-WHAT THE HELL?! THE SHIP HAS ICED IN AND WE'RE COMPLETELY TRAPPED!!!" Jimbei looked at it thoroughly, as he already knew what the cause of the water freezing is done by. Crocodile was off the ship, as he went to the edge of the frozen water, as he was able to see the war going on. "Look down." He spoke, turning to us. "You can see what's going on."

Jimbei and Ivanka hopped down, Luffy following as he picked me up, bringing me down with him as we both looked at well.

"Old man..." Jimbei mumbled, as Ivanka gulped. "The war has already begun..."

My brows furrowed with seeing so much death and destruction below, as most of it was done by the said marines.

Looking around more, my eyes landed on Ace, who was on the execution platform as a giant ogre was dead before him. "It all makes sense." I looked to Jimbei, who was still looking down. "The title wave was whitebeard, declaring war himself as the freezing of it was done by Admiral Aokiji..." "I see" I looked back down. "Both sides seem to have powerful fighters...it's a matter of time when Ace gets executed...how do we get down?" "EVERYONE LISTEN!" Luffy yelled his hands on his hips. "I got an idea to get us through this!" He announced as we all had ears until I held up my hand. "Luffy, wait, I got an idea; everyone would have to brace themselves, though." He paused, and everyone looked at me. "The only way we need to go is down, and the only way to do that with the ship stuck is to break the ice." "N-NANI?!" Buggy and Mister Three yelled, as Luffy nodded. "Right! We only have a little time or know what's going on since the snail thing is gone, so we must hurry!!" I nodded. "Leave it to me!" Soon enough, I jumped super high in the air as some pirates gasped with awe; getting high enough, I took a deep breath before launching back down, my fist punching the ice, which broke instantly but also exploded.

The loud noise caused the war to stop below, as the warlords, marines, Ace, Admrials, and Whitebeard pirates were all confused about what was happening.

That was until a marine pointed up. "LOOK! An explosion!" Garp and Sengoku, who were with Ace, looked up, as Did Whitebeard and everyone else, as the ship we all were on was falling, with the team who escaped impel down as well. Ace was utterly shocked, as Buggy and everyone except me, Crocodile, and Mister One were screaming. "YOU IDIOT GIRL!! SOME OF US CAN'T SWIM YOU KNOW!!!" My eyes rolled. "It's all ground, Buggy-sama, you'll be fine-" "WE WON'T BE FINE IF WE ALL CRASH AND DIE!!" Mister Three added, as all of is continued to fall, as Ace saw Luffy, his eyes widening, but he saw you as well, even more shocked. "L-Luffy.....T-The c-cutie..." He mumbled as we didn't land exactly where we wanted to, near Whitebeard's ship, as a loud 'crash!' noise surrounded the area, and smoke and pieces from the marine ship flew everywhere.

No one knew what was going on, as I coughed persuasively, Jimbei offered me a hand up as I accepted and looked to Crocodile. "Are you ok?!" He nodded, dusting himself off, as I looked to Mister One, who also nodded.

Jimbei brought Luffy, Mister Three, and Buggy up from sinking in the ocean as they coughed rapidly.

Exhausted, Buggy couldn't stand anymore as he barely made it, as Luffy stood beside you. "A-Ace! W-Were are you, Ace!!" He yelled, coughing from almost drowning, as I knelt to him. "Hey, take it easy; we'll get to him. You'll need to get the water out of your lungs first-" I paused when Luffy stood up, shocked as he saw the execution platform in the distance, Ace on it who looked our way with disbelief.

I looked at him, smiling that they hadn't executed him yet, as Luffy took a big breath before yelling. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, everyone in the war hearing him as the fire fists eyes started to water. "LUFFYYY!!!" HE screamed back, as Luffy smiled, not worried at all, and he got into stance. "Hang on, Ace! I'll-" He paused when the others stood beside us, Buggy awake, as Crocodile was on the other side of Me, Ivanka on the other side of Luffy as Jimbei and Mister One were beside her, as Mister. Three beside Crocodile, as well as Buggy.

"W-Wait a minute.." One of the Marines spoke, looking at a crocodile. "C-Crocodile!?" Another Marine gulped. "Not just him, there's more!" Ivanka chuckled, a smirk forming her lips. "All forces are here on both sides! There are a lot of big names!" She spoke as Buggy laughed, his arms going out. "The world's got to be ready for it!" I smirked at their comments, excitement rolling through my veins as Luffy got into position, looking straight at Ace. "Ace, we're coming to rescue you!!" The team was shown as Sengoku gritted his teeth angrily, whipping to Garp. "GARP IT'S YOUR STUPID FAMILY AGAIN!" Garp couldn't believe it also, as both his hands grabbed his head. "LUFFY NO!!"

"Look! I-It's not only the straw hat!" A marine spoke, looking at Jimbei, Me, and Ivanka." I-It's Jimbei and Ivankov! of the Revolutionaries army! A-And that girl! It was described on the escape report at Impel down!"

Another one gulped. "Y-You mean the cute one they were describing?! She doesn't look like a pirate at all! But look at all of these infamous pirates behind them, too!" The pirates joining us roared with fighting spirit as we looked at another tall, handsome man...his yellow daring eyes like a haw, a red/black hat onto his head, which matched his vampire-like look, his pale skin which complimented his slick black hair, as he looked to Luffy and me. "He always causes trouble...Straw Hat....bringing a regular girl into this is foolish, especially when she doesn't look like anything special." A tall, creepy creature shrieked with anger. "STRAW HAT!!"

A familiar pink-haired and blonde-haired male was also shocked to see Luffy watching from a distance. "He's so tough!" The pink-ette spoke, the blonde boy about to faint.

The Admirals were also watching as a familiar pineapple-like man looked at him. "He's the brother that Ace was talking about, Yoi. But I' curious Yoi on who that girl is, Yoi."

"So jimbei, you working with pirates now, huh?! What kind of switch off is that-" "That's right." Jimbei spoke. "I resign from the warlord position..." Sengkoku growled angrily as he and Garp knew we all had a common goal.

Crocodile was looking around, his eyes landing on Whitebeards's ship, his brows furrowing with irritation as he bolted, as I was confused why.

But, I saw him hurry to Whitbeard's ship, as he mentioned on defeating him, but...I don't think he can, because I think that old man means so much to Ace...I need to follow him.

As all kinds of destruction surrounded Whitebeards's ship, he only glanced at the scenery, letting out growls, and stood proud. "Long time no see Whitebeard...."

Crocodile's voice was familiar to the old man as he sighed. "You never learn..do you?" Crocodile didn't say anything but was irritated as he was about to attack him until a hand roughly grabbed his hook, launching him away.

I landed safely behind the old man, The debris coming from the ship crocodile flew towards some marines, as they ducked for cover.

Crocodile was irritated with you as he looked down to see you have water on you.

I was looking at you with a blank face, my fists clenching. "Even though the agreement has been fulfilled... it's pretty stupid to go After a man who means so much to Ace..." I snarled, and he looked surprised as I already knew his weakness. "Then why are you protecting him when he's a stranger to you, Miss Y/n-san...?" His question didn't affect me as I looked up from the floor to him. "Because...no matter who's going after who, if the enemy senses to kill someone who has done nothing wrong yet....I'd strive to take them down..." I firmly stated as Marco was eager with my words, as he looked up at the ship from behind him.

But, as Crocodile was about to move again, some members of the old man's crew blocked him from moving, as Whitebeard glared down at me.

He didn't see anything special about me, not knowing how a small, larger girl like me was able to dodge a whitebeard attack.

My clothing was odd too; black/red checkered pants hugged my curves, and I had a little tank-crop top on, I didn't have any shoes or socks on, as my clothes looked ripped and damaged.

"Oi...brat.." He spoke as I turned to him. "Oh, yes?" "You could block Crocodiles' attempt to condemn me....what was your reason?" "Because Ace says you mean so much to him, that's what." His eyebrows rose with slight surprise. "You knew Ace?" I nod. "Only for like 5 hours...until they took him here. He seems like a really nice and caring guy; it makes me pissed on how he got to this point...people like him don't deserve this kind of hatred." "And you came here to rescue him...with his brother...correct?" I nodded sternly. "Yes, sir!" He glared harshly at me. "DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU'RE MESSING WITH?!" He asked louder, as the ground rumbled, but it didn't bother me, as he lifted his staff, soon slamming it on the ground, as again, it caused the earth to rumble. "A little girl like you would be dead meat!" He spoke again, as Ivankov and Buggy had fear on their faces, and my fists started to clench. "Shut up!"I snarled, looking straight up at you. "First of all, I'm not little; second, you're a fucking bastard to think that a girl can't fight!! You don't even know me!! I just saved your ass, and this is how you repay me?! And you call yourself a Yonko!!" I screamed. Buggy and Ivanka's eyes widened more with shock as they couldn't believe your words, and he glared down at me. "Your crew member, the boy you care about most, is up on that platform, about to die any minute...It's not up to you to decide who and who doesn't get to fight!! I know exactly what you are up to; Ace told me you would become king of the pirates, Right?! That's not happening because Luffy told me he wants to become King of the Pirates. I have full faith that Luffy will achieve that goal!! And you wanna know what else?! I'll do everything in my power to save Ace... BECAUSE EVERYONE IN THIS WORLD GETS PICKED ON, THE STRONG DESERVE FAIRNESS IN THIS WORLD!!" I screamed, my voice booming as the pirates, marines, and the team had their arms up in the air, their mouths open wide enough to hit the floor, as I just stood up to Whitebeard, not showing any fear whatsoever. Your words struck Whitebeard hard as a low groan escaped his mouth.

He and you glared harshly at each other, veins popping out of both of your heads as you prepared for him to fight you, until he lifted his staff again, slamming it on the ground harder this time, as you didn't flinch...until a smile spread to the Yonkos lips, impressed with your bravery. "I like you...kid...what's your name..?" I let my guard down. "Y/n L/n's, sir!" I responded, his eyes looking down at me. "You have strong hope of strength, Y/n....a great ability on the battlefield. I won't forgive you if you cause me trouble...understand?" I nodded sternly, facing forward to Ace. "No problem, just don't get in my way." Everyone still had wide eyes and mouths, as they couldn't believe I was simply talking to Whitebeard, my 'hair' blowing in the wind. "I-I can't believe this girl.." Ivanka spoke as Buggy gulped. "S-She just..."

"STOOD UP TO A YONKO!!!!"

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[ashleynicholsart]

Hey, been a big fan of yours for years and Farfetched has been the inspiration for my own little indie project. I just wanted to ask for advice on how to keep idea flow under control,sometimes it's like I get so many ideas that I don't know what to do with and I end up kinda freezing up.

Aw thank you! Just write it all down. All of it. Every single thought no matter how dumb you think it is. And it doesn't need to be written eloquently. Dave can attest that a lot of my early outlines/pitches are written literally like "and then they tried to do the thing and they were like BRUH cuz there was a giant mutant bat in the way and idk they fight??? maybe they don't but it'd be cool can we afford that OH WHAT IF IT WAS A CYCLOPSE BAT" Just literal cringe word garbage. But that's fine! Because the idea's out there! You can worry about translating it and figuring out how that fits into the story or if you even wanna use it later. It's so much easier to organize your thoughts when it's all out somewhere. Could be on a word document, postcards, whiteboard, literally whatever is the most comfy for you- and if what you're currently doing isn't working? Switch it up! Try anything. Just don't worry about how you write down or making it sound nice and that, for me at least, takes a lot of the pressure and load off.

[karmaspidr]

Peter, standing in front of a giant whiteboard with a bunch of sticky notes: Alright people, we can figure this out. Alright, so we know exactly who Laura and I were up until October 20... *Starts rambling about the clone saga*

Gabby: I'm confused. What's going on?

Ben: Peter is scared of morally being obligated to date Old Laura so he brought us all here to create a sort of 'clone timeline' to figure out who's who and when.

Kaine: I don't see why he is making this a big deal.

Laura: You're not the one who fucked some random stranger thinking he was your boyfriend.

Old Laura: Actually, I'm the one who fucked Kaine... And Peter. Have you had your first time with Peter yet?

Laura: I don't care if you're a thousand years old, I will kill you, find the fucking soul stone and fix this stupid mess.

[falconcoast]

As a uni student, what about how both y/n and tighnari cope with the weeks before finals and finals week? Its actual hell where professors give out hard quizzes pre-exams (in my case) and assignments with unrealistic deadlines :<

college au vi | tighnari x reader

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you and tighnari are almost out of the woods for this semester. emphasis on almost. your professors aren't going to let you off easily. you and tighnair decide to cope as best you can.

a/n: dedicated to ME because i had: two physics tests, a make-up AP test, the worst calc final in the history of calc finals, a book to finish in ten days, an essay, and a shit ton of extracurriculars in the last two weeks. this drabble is on the shorter side for that reason. for my babes still working their asses off: you got this i believe in you!

one of the greatest features of your shared apartment with tighnari is your giant, weekly whiteboard calendar. it sits above your couch in your living room, noting every little project, assignment, study session, and due date. with two more weeks left to go, the calendar is an absolute mess of green and blue markers.

tighnari places a book over his eyes, groaning and slowly slinking his body down the living room couch. his variously shaded folders were scattered on one half of the coffee table. the other was a smattering of assorted papers, all trying to accomplish one more essay before the end of the semester.

"i swear, steric effect has never and will never relate to the functions of biology or plant sciences. i hate organic chemistry!" he blurted, throwing the book down.

"oy, don't treat your books like that. i know that thing costs at least five million mora," you scold softly. relenting, you sigh. "but you're right. it's unfair that all of our professors decided to dump our work right now. my statistics quiz went awfully because i was studying for my public speaking class. who the hell needs to know all thirteen logical fallacies for a communications class?!"

"here, i've been studying for way too long. i'll go make us a snack, and then we can take a break later, okay?" he pets your head as he heads to the kitchen.

you slump by your laptop, looking over your essay again. you knew that college course loads were going to be difficult, but your english professor assigning an essay yesterday and making it due two days after was absolutely ridiculous. and after this, you still had your history final on thursday, and three more analysis paragraphs for critical argumentation class, and--

you think you are going to die before you make it to the end of the semester.

tighnari comes back as you correct a few more spelling errors and cite a few more sources. he sets down a mug of tea in front of you, alongside some fresh fruit. sighing, he looks at the clock. "we've been doing nothing but study and go to class for the last five days. we should go to bed now."

you yawn at the suggestion, feeling that coffee you took at seven PM wearing off. "no, no, i gotta stay awake. this stupid paper is more important."

"your paper won't be worth anything if you oversleep tomorrow."

you blink once or twice at that remark slowly. if you were a little less sleepy, you would bark out some sarcastic response. instead, you sip the rest of your tea and lean back on the couch. you blink slower, and slower yet.

as your vision goes dark, you can hear tighnari sigh a little. "exhausted, i see. we'll have to incorporate some stress relieving tactics the rest of this week. healthy snacks, a run, peaceful music, and a long overdue nap is imminent," he murmurs, as if diagnosing you. he settles next to you, placing a blanket over both of your shoulders.

as you begin to sleep, he swears that your lips twitch up in a smile as you tilt to press against his chest.

[garnette-gal]

Ground Effect | Jake Seresin x Fem! Reader

Part 3 of A Diamond in the Rough Series. See Masterlist HERE.

Summary: The first day of training for your assignment finally arrives. You’re fairly certain that Hangman is up to no good. Reader’s Callsign = Diamond.

Word Count: 4K

Warnings: Some curse words.

A/N: Y’all, sorry this took so long. I think I’ve rewritten this chapter 3 times. Enjoy! :)

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Ground Effect – The increasing lift and decreasing drag that occurs as a result of an aircraft’s wings as it gets closer to the ground.

When you arrive, the early morning San Diego sun is just starting to filter into the empty aircraft hangar. The golden rays of bright sunshine cast a warm hue on the giant American flag that hangs from the ceiling.

It’s an impressive area for a briefing room, you muse, eyeing the tables and chairs arranged with a small podium up front and a whiteboard.

Hefting your bag over your shoulder, you approach the seats. You immediately identify Phoenix and her weapon systems officer Bob sitting together in their row. Phoenix sends you a friendly nod with a small smile and Bob lifts his hand to give you a wave that you quickly reciprocate.

It’s nice to see some familiar faces in the room.

“Good morning.” Rooster’s recognizable voice greets you, and his grin on his face is contagious. You can’t stop the smile that shapes your lips in return.

“Morning Rooster.”

Bradshaw pulls out the chair next to him for you to sit and a warm feeling fills you at the considerate gesture. You slide into the chair and begin sorting through the materials laid out before you.

There are several thick stacks of booklets that you will need to review as well as a notebook and pen for note-taking. One booklet in particular that catches your eye in the NATOPS Flight Manual for the F-18.

The abundance of materials reminds you of your days as a student at Top Gun. You’ve come a very long way since then. 

You belong here. You had promised Kazansky you would do your best, and you weren’t about to let anyone get in the way. Including Lieutenant Jake “Hangman” Seresin.

Seresin, the very name twists your stomach in an emotion you can’t quite identify. It’s not dread, but you didn’t dare to call it excitement either. Anticipation, maybe?

Your gaze flickers over the seats around you. You didn’t see Hangman when you walked in this morning, but there was still a solid twenty minutes before expected reporting time, so it was likely he would arrive soon.

Seresin was admittedly a lethal combination of charms and handsome features. But his attitude towards his fellow pilots irritated you to no end. He’s one of the most insufferable pilots you’ve ever met, and somehow, he has managed to hijack your thoughts without being physically present.

To get your mind off the egotistical pilot, you turn towards Rooster and engage him in conversation instead. He starts telling you the recent highlights of his road trip and for the moment, you’re distracted.

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Hangman has no right to be annoyed about where you’re sitting in the briefing area.

While he’s relieved to see you’re no longer near Bob, watching you next to Rooster isn’t much of an improvement.

From what Coyote told him, the two of you are good friends. Both of you are stationed at Oceana and within the same fighter squadron. Given that you have experience as Bradshaw’s wingman, it was a real possibility the two of you might be selected as a pair for the mission.

Hangman chews the toothpick in his mouth in contemplation as he analyzes from afar.

The only way the two of you could be selected would be if Bradshaw could learn to take the risky offensive. It was one of the principles that separated Hangman from Rooster. Hangman took the tricky openings that Rooster wouldn’t.

It was all the same game regarding his pursuit of you. And he’d be damned before he loses the first girl to catch his interest in years to Bradshaw.

Regardless of Jake’s best efforts, he can’t pull his gaze away from you as he approaches the chairs. The only word he can use to describe his attraction to you is magnetic. Everything you seem to do, catches his attention. The stretching sunlight catches the left side of your face, illuminating you perfectly, your eyes practically glitter like diamonds.

You’re so carefree, so fucking beautiful.

It’s absolute torture having to admire this side of you from a distance. Get a grip, Seresin.

He was Hangman. His broad frame, tan skin, sharp green eyes, and wicked smile made it easy to pursue any woman he wanted. He had become accustomed to never having to put effort into getting a pretty woman’s attention. At least, not until he met you.

He’s not stupid though.

Despite your best attempts to appear disinterested, he knows you’re lying. He notices it in the way your beautiful eyes flash at him during conversation. Your eyes were the all-knowing crystal ball to understanding your emotions. You were way too easy for him to read, and if his assumptions were correct (and they almost always were), he thinks you might be interested in him too.

The chemistry is undeniably there, fizzling just under the surface. It lingers within your exchanges like a strong undercurrent, threatening to pull the both of you under at a moment’s notice. It’s like nothing Jake has ever experienced before. It’s distinctly unique, distinctly you.

Jake eyes the exposed section of your neck with fascination when you tilt your head back and laugh at a joke that Bradshaw makes like it’s the funniest thing you’ve ever heard. His hand twitches when you playfully shove Rooster as you struggle to contain your mirth.

You should be touching him, not Rooster. Hangman frowns, hell, the Hawaiian print shirts Bradshaw wore off-duty should be enough to disqualify him as your friend. Those things were an abomination.

“You’re such an idiot, Bradley.” You chortle out, your tone is sweet and joking. Rooster sends a goofy grin in reply.

It’s the first time Hangman agrees with one of your statements.

The instinct to pull you out of that seat and into his arms nearly overpowers Jake. The only thing that stops him is the thought of Cyclone or Warlock witnessing him drag you to a chair up front, next to him.

That wouldn’t exactly make a great impression for a cool, composed, or sane pilot.

The realization is like a bucket of ice-cold water on his raging hot emotions. He needs to get himself under control before he does something stupid. He can’t afford to ruin this once in a lifetime mission over a woman.

That was something only a lovesick fool would do. And Hangman would never be the kind of fool that would value love over a career. Once he had you in his bed, he would be able to move on.

His bed. His mind imagines you wearing nothing but his dark silk sheets, alone in his spacious bed, waiting for him.

Control yourself. Jake winces as he desperately forces the thought to the back of his mind for another time. As far as you were concerned, the sooner he got you out of his system, the better.

Composing himself, he brushes a hand over his hair, straightens his back, and begins to close in on your unsuspecting position. He may not be able to drag you out of chair, but he would make things clear. Hangman didn’t tolerate competition when it came to getting what he wanted.

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“Well, well, well. Look what we have here.” That familiar southern accent comes back to haunt you.

As per fucking usual.

You slightly turn in your seat to make eye-contact with the blonde-haired aviator that has just entered from the far end of the hangar entrance.

It’s Hangman. And he’s staring at you. Not Rooster, not Phoenix, just you.

Your traitorous heart does a small skip.

Seresin is practically glowing in the early morning light. That tall form is already in a green flight suit, like yours, but it is attractive on him due to those broad shoulders and longer legs. You take note of the patch on his chest, instantly recognizing the insignia of the Vigilantes. The sleeves of his flight suit are rolled up just enough to reveal tan forearms and large capable hands.

He is so handsome it nearly makes your eyes hurt. Hangman reminds you too much of a Ken doll with that perfectly styled blonde hair and those sharp features. If he didn’t already have a callsign, you’d be tempted to start calling him Ken. 

The potential callsign has some actual merit, because there were published articles on the Internet regarding the blonde fighter pilot. One even going as far as claiming him to be the “hottest pilot of the newest aviation generation.” 

That particular piece had been written shortly after his confirmed air-to-air kill. Needless to say, the photographers had gone above and beyond in capturing Hangman’s well-sculpted body.

How he had received approval from the Navy to do that article was beyond you. Pretty white boy privileges, probably.

You would never admit that you had googled Seresin’s name for research purposes at 2 in the morning after your first encounter at the Hard Deck. All because you had been attempting to find negative coverage on the fighter pilot. Not because you were curious about him.

What was that ancient proverb? Know thyself, know thy enemy, and you shall win a hundred battles without loss. You had taken the lesson to heart, obviously.

Unfortunately for you, the media loved him and his southern charm.

You blink your thoughts away as you focus on the blonde aviator approaching you. He’s fidgeting with something in his mouth, and it takes you a few moments to recognize it.

Was that a toothpick?

You raise a brow as you contemplate the sharp wooden object held between those beautiful white teeth that now grin at you.

You’ve been staring at his mouth too long and he notices. His eyes darken slightly when you meet his gaze once more. You feel a flush of embarrassment at being caught, it rises all the way from your neck to your face.

You desperately hope he can’t tell he’s managed to rattle you.

“See somethin’ ya like, darlin?” Seresin practically croons as he advances towards your table, just feet away from you. He leisurely raises a left hand to adjust his toothpick to a corner of his mouth, it’s an intentional attempt to distract you. And it works.

You can’t stand the knowing glint that crosses his ocean green eyes.

“It’s Lieutenant, not darlin,” you mock his southern accent in a fake Texas twang that causes his lips to twitch in delight. He comes to a stop next to your seat and stands in the middle of the aisle. You have to crank your head upwards to maintain eye contact with him and Seresin looks like he’s enjoying the fact he’s towering over you

“Ah, my apologies.” Hangman drawls, not sounding apologetic at all. At least he attempts to appear contrite this time, that overconfident grin disappearing for a moment. He pauses, as if contemplating pushing you further. The disapproving stare you send him isn’t enough to deter him. “It’s a nice morning, isn’t it, Lieutenant?”

He sends you a beaming smile, full dimples in view after saturating your rank with an overly saccharine tone. It’s obvious he’s used to getting his way by sending a charming grin.

Seresin is an imbecile to think it could possibly work on you. With Kazansky as a mentor, you had adopted some of his no-nonsense tendencies. And if there was one powerful weapon you had learned from him, it was the power of silence.

You don’t smile back at Hangman. Instead, you allow the awkward pause to hang over the air, hoping it makes him uncomfortable for once.

Out of your peripheral vision, Bob and Phoenix turn to study the exchange with interest. Besides you, Rooster crosses his arms and openly glares at Hangman.

You’re still pissed at Hangman’s behavior at the Hard Deck. First stealing Bob’s cue stick, and then insulting Rooster so blatantly in a public setting.

Rooster had only told him the truth; Hangman wasn’t ready to be a team leader.

If he thought you would be receptive to him after his recent conduct, he had another thing coming.

Hangman’s smile falters at your lack of a returned greeting, but he quickly recovers.  “Don’t you agree?” Hangman tilts his head, the light catching on the necklace of his dog tags, momentarily distracting you. Then he breathes your name as if it was an afterthought.

The sound of your name, softened by his southern accent makes your breath hitch for a moment.

The man is standing way too close to you for your comfort. You can smell him; that warm and clean scent exhilarates your senses. His presence is oppressive in every way, and he requires your full awareness. Hangman won’t accept anything less.

You take a deep breath to try and calm yourself. Mustering your remaining willpower to maintain a poker face, you finally decide to break your silence.

“No.”

You should have kept your mouth closed because your response seems to light up those intense green eyes in pleasure.

“No?” Seresin repeats your response like a question. In an attempt to appear unimpressed, you slouch backwards into your chair as if relaxed.

Because there is definitely no way you are relaxed right now. Your body responds to Seresin like it’s fight or flight, your adrenaline races as your mind goes into overdrive. 

The blonde fighter pilot doesn’t even glance at Rooster, his entire attention is now dedicated to you. Your heart races at the realization.

While you feel like your heart is about to burst, Hangman appears cool, composed, and calm. It frustrates you to no end. You feel like you’re always at an immediate disadvantage with him.

Hangman is definitely trying to bait you into a conversation that will likely downward spiral into an argument. And for all you know, Cyclone and Warlock could be seconds away from stepping into the classroom.

But you only had one cup of coffee at 04:30 this morning, nearly two hours ago. Needless to say, you were not in the mood for Hangman and his antics.

“No.” You deadpan. You’re tempted to spell out the word for him since he doesn’t seem to understand it all that well, “seeing you is not the way I wanted to start my day.”  

He’s entertained by your remark, you can see it in the way his lips curl upwards at your snark. “I can think of some ways to improve your day.” The pilot leans his side into the table, he takes his time with a meaningful once-over of your body. “We could give a couple of my suggestions a try. What do you say?”

You roll your eyes at him. In your dreams, Seresin.

“Here’s a suggestion,” you stick your chin out at him, gesturing towards the empty seats up front. “Go away. Shoo.” You lift your right hand and wave him away like an annoying pest.

Your hand accidentally brushes his clothed chest, it was an accident you swear, and you notice the way his gaze sharpens, nearly smoldering at you with something that you think could be lust. You slowly bring your hand back to your side as your brain screams DANGER. DANGER. DANGER.

You feel like you’re playing with fire.

He actually laughs at you and his eyes are sparking with pleasure and something else that you can’t identify. Then Hangman proceeds to do the exact opposite of your suggestion.

He moves his right arm casually so that his right hand grips the back of your chair, directly behind your right shoulder. Placing his hand on the back of your chair gives Seresin a reason to lean close towards you. He’s so close that if you leaned upwards a few inches, you’d be kissing him.

Hangman has the leisurely demeanor of a lion preparing to ambush its prey. You’re effectively cornered in your chair, stuck between the hard plastic at your back and Hangman hovering near you.

It’s incredibly difficult to overcome your instincts to lean away from his grip; instead, you remain still. I’m fine. I’m just fine.

“I get that you’re new here, Diamond. But let me make one thing clear.” His voice is low in its warning to you. Shivers race up your spine despite the warm California weather. 

The tables have been turned, and you sense the momentum shift in your exchange as Hangman regains control.

His intense gaze flickers over your expression, contemplating you. Your breath feels like it’s been caught in your chest. Is it just you or has the air gotten thicker here?

“I don’t take orders from you, and I will do as I goddamn please.” His attempt to intimidate you only makes rage thrum through your veins.

You should shut up. You really should just shut up. But you can’t stop yourself.

“The words of a gentleman.” You bite back at him.

He grins at the way your eyes narrow at him, a crack in your careful composure becoming more apparent.

“Keep provoking me, and you’ll find out what kind of gentleman I am.” He promises lowly.

He’s laying his claim, you think to yourself, as you try to wrap your head around why he was behaving this way. It’s the only reason you can come up with for his obnoxious show in front of your classmates.

Seresin views himself as the Alpha, and questioning his authority was not to be tolerated. But you were not going to lay on your back and concede to him.

Give him an inch, he’ll take a mile, knowing Seresin.

You scoff at him. “Try not to overestimate yourself, Hangman.”

You're positive that he stares at your lips before meeting your eyes.

“We’ll see about that.”  

His hand brushes against your shoulder, triggering a flash of electricity that flares through your body in spite of the layers of clothing separating you from his hand. “Feel free to sit up front with your new team leader rather than slow ride over here.”  

The thought of sitting in the fighter pilot’s lap blazes in your mind but you shut it down before your imagination runs away with the idea.

As IF that would ever happen.

The repeated insult to your friend is one too many. You consider flipping him off but there's too many eyes on your interaction for you to successfully do so without getting written up for misconduct. You’re preparing a verbal blow when Bradshaw intervenes. “Leave her alone, Hangman.”

Bless Bradshaw, the generally good-natured pilot had done his best to let you deal with the asshole on your own. But enough was enough.

"Try not to take it personally, Bradshaw." Hangman's eyes drift towards Rooster. Hangman doesn’t bother to hide his condescending tone and you note how the smile doesn't quite reach his eyes. "She'll have no other option but to follow me once I'm selected as team lead."

That’s quite the fucking presumption.

Even though Rooster has managed to redirect Hangman’s animosity towards him, you’re not about to let Hangman get away with that statement.

"If you're selected as team lead." You quickly correct him and Hangman’s head snaps back to stare at you. His jaw clenches in irritation, the muscles in his jaw becoming more prominent. Your twisted mind thinks it’s kind of hot.

His gaze is searing as you continue, "Anything can happen in three weeks, Hangman."

"Three weeks won't change the fact that I'm the best there is." The blonde fighter pilot quips, his confidence mixing with arrogance. "You’re one of the better pilots here, Diamond. It’d be a shame if you let Rooster slow you down."

His right hand releases the back of your seat, straightening up and away from you. You can’t explain it, but you miss the heat of his body that had been so close to yours. His gaze lingers on you for a moment before he sits up front.

Hangman has managed to throw you off balance. He had complimented you in one sentence and insulted your friend in the next.

You’re left to stew in your anger. You can feel Rooster’s stare, and he attempts to reassure you as you try to reign yourself in.

"Ignore him." Rooster grumbles, "he’s always been this way. Although he seems to have gotten worse over the years.” You’ll have to ask him about his experiences with Hangman, but that will have to be a conversation for another time.

Warlock and Cyclone eventually arrive, and Warlock begins to discuss the basis for the mission and the background of your new instructor. At one point Hangman sends you a cocky grin but you pointedly ignore him. The mystery surrounding this new instructor has you on edge, after all, who do you send to train the best of the best?

So, when Hangman turns around eagerly to get a glimpse of the mission instructor that Warlock has spoken so highly of, your interest is immediately caught at Hangman’s reaction. Even from two rows behind him you examine the way his green eyes widen in surprise; his brows raise upwards and wrinkle his forehead in confusion. His smooth lips part in shock and his toothpick nearly drops out of his mouth.

His current expression of horror is a complete reversal from his earlier smug arrogance. It’s not long before one of his hands hides his eyes and he turns away. If you didn’t know any better, you would think Hangman sank forward in his chair.

It’s difficult to contain your delight at the sudden turn of events. A laugh nearly bubbles to your lips. Hangman is actually flustered. You peek outside to make sure pigs haven’t begun to fly because of the absurdity of his reaction.

Nope, no flying pigs in sight.

Karma is a fucking bitch, Seresin.

You revel in Hangman’s embarrassment for a moment until you wonder just who could shake the fearless aviator. Intrigued, you find yourself turning for a glimpse of your new hero.

The new individual swaggers in with the confidence of an experienced pilot. His dark hair is cropped short, and his features have been somewhat aged by time and stress.

Wait. You’ve seen him before.

You’re 90% sure you had watched Hangman help Payback and Coyote throw this guy out of the Hard Deck last night. Which explains Hangman’s current state of embarrassment. So much for good first impressions.

Beyond that incident you know that you’ve glimpsed the guy before. But where?

You’re desperately trying to recall why he looks so familiar when Warlock finally reveals his identity.

“Meet your new instructor, Captain Pete Mitchell, callsign Maverick.” It doesn’t take long for the puzzle pieces to click together in your mind. Maverick, the legendary wingman of Iceman. Your heart rises to your throat as you feel something that resembles dread in the pit of your stomach.

Oh shit.

Rooster tenses from his seat beside you. You know the basics of his history with Maverick, that his father had died while flying with Maverick, and it had happened many years before you lost your own father. 

The two of you shared a unique bond of grief, even if neither of you acknowledged it.

A quick look is exchanged between the two pilots, and Rooster turns away in obvious disdain. There is a hint of guilt and hesitation in Maverick’s eyes.

You make a mental note to text Iceman after this and ask him why he hadn’t bothered to tell you that Maverick was going to be the instructor for the assignment.

You didn’t want to use your goddaughter privileges for blatant nepotism, but damn it, it would have been nice to know in advance.

The fact that Maverick had been brought back for this assignment could only mean one thing, this mission was more dangerous than you realized.

You glance back at the front of the class to observe Hangman nervously shifting his toothpick. As if sensing your stare, the two of you eye each other for a couple of seconds. The exchange between the two of you is completely devoid of snark and bravado for once.

Hangman’s serious countenance unsettles you. Blinking, you quickly look away before you can be dragged down by his intense green depths.

An unsettling thought lingers in your mind as Maverick begins to brief the group.

The next few weeks would make or break you as a fighter pilot.

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[thedisablednaturalist]

what is your favorite aquatic invertibrate?

THIS is a loaded question. I've kept this in my inbox for a while cause there's SO MANY it's hard to choose. I'm most interested in mollusca and crustacea but those are still large categories.

My favorite mollusk is Dirona albolineata, the frosted alabaster nudibranch. Absolutely gorgeous and come in my favorite color.

I pretty much love all nudibranches though. My second favorite would have to be sea butterflies, they're so weird!

And of course the animal crossing famous Clione limacina or sea angel

Academically, I'm currently researching freshwater mussels for our reintroduction project. Mussels may not be as flashy as nudibranchs, but they are extremely important for improving water quality in freshwater habitats. It's hard to choose a favorite, but one I've researched the most and have grown fondly of is Alasmidonta varicosa, the brook floater. We are hoping to eventually reintroduce it to it's previous native range. Fun fact, when you pick them up out of the water, they stick their "tongue" (foot) out.

I literally had the species name written on my giant whiteboard in the office for a few months so my boss would keep seeing it since I really wanted us to use it as a flagship species to design our reintroduction project around. Fast forward and we've gotten a grant and things are progressing nicely.

Anyway on the crustacea side that's an even harder choice. I'm always excited to see aquatic isopods and scuds. I'm probably most fond of Malacostraca (amphipods, isopods, decapods, etc.) and Branchiopoda (clam, fairy, and tadpole shrimp, and water fleas). Do not make me pick one I am unable to. I will say I have a particular soft spot for crayfish as they are the organisms I've had the most one-on-one time with (I literally have a pet crayfish named Mr Pinchy). I just love anything with pinchers (⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠）≧〔゜゜〕≦

First crayfish I ever held doing it's little defensive stance of Shake Em Like You Just Don't Care. Just take a look at it's mouth! The mouthparts are so cool! I love watching Mr. Pinchy eat.

My favorite macroinvertebrate would hands down be Corydalus, aka Hellgrammites, which are the larval form of Dobsonflies. I have yet to see an adult dobsonfly in person, but have been told they're terrifying and not very nice. We shall see about that. Hellgrammites are simply angry pathetic overdramatic babies and while people say they bite I've held plenty and never been bit. They will absolutely go for the other bugs in the tray so you do have to keep them in a separate container. We've lost a couple of caddisfly larvae to the jaws of the mighty hellgrammite.

Just look at it! Here's a video where I'm trying to get a good shot of it's gills (those frilly things on its underside). They roll into a defensive ball which is so endearing. I also love anything that can curl into a ball. I think they're absolutely adorable but most people tend to disagree with me ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

TDLR I love all aquatic invertebrates so very much. I didn't even get into shrimp or coral or starfish! They make me so happy I actually have to limit how much I read about them in a day because my emotions get too big and cause me to become hyper (which is a bad combo for fibromyalgia). I'm not great at remembering information so I get to constantly relearn and rediscover things which is a blessing and a curse. This also makes taxonomy especially hard for me so let me know if I messed up somewhere.

[ebwillows]

Okayokayokay so there’s something I’ve been thinking about in Royale high and I think I’m onto something so I’m kind of excited

If you don’t know people have glitched outside of rainy day classroom and spotted a chest that is impossible to get to (believe me, I have tried, those invisible force fields are impenetrable) and there are also diamonds that spawn outside of the windows of the classroom, and that got me thinking, is there a (glitch-free) way to get outside and grab them?

I tried to use my crystal ball to fly around outside but it kicks you out when you hit the walls. since this is something they also did with the headmistress’ classroom, counselor’s offices, and secret wall, I’m thinking that this is because there’s something outside they don’t want us to cheat to. Which was even more suspicious…

Using some camera glitches with shift lock I managed to peek outside, and lo and behold, there is a gigantic room above the whiteboards that leads to a vent right above the rightmost window.

If you can see, there’s also a purple glowy bit in the corner that might be a chest or a teleportation thingy.

So obviously, I started looking around the whiteboard area for a vent or anything that might be a secret entrance (which included a lot of clicking and smashing myself against walls) and I found that one of the baseboards in the corner by the teacher’s desk is green instead of white.

Additionally, the large room actually comes down to the ground right around this section, so it’s right by it.

I thought, well that sure is strange, and proceeded to attempt to squeeze myself through the baseboard as much as possible. It didn’t work (or at least I think it didn’t) and I was about to chalk it up as a simple error when I had an idea: what if the entrance opens up during blackout?

If you’re a spectator during blackout, your screen changes to night vision mode which makes everything an eerie green, the same color as the baseboard. It’s possible that you’ll be able to use a laying animation and get through during that short period, but I haven’t yet had the opportunity to try.

But I have one last theory, and I think it’s the most plausible. Since I am incredibly nosy, I’ve been using my crystal ball and speed flying glitch to sneak around campus since the update came out. When the office first came out, I (predictably) glitched outside of the building and went to have a look around. I spotted the headmistress’ office with the secret chest section protruding from the back, and guess what else? A giant room leading to a vent located on the ceiling of the headmistress’ office, complete with mysterious purple glowy bit.

When we see the whole back of the purple glowy bit, it looks a lot more like the teleportation bricks found in the doors on campus. And if there is a teleportation brick in the vents on top of the headmistress’ office, then obviously it must teleport you somewhere… what if it teleports you to vents above the rainy day classroom, enabling you to grab the chest and diamonds?

I think that all of these theories are possible, and I’m really excited at the possibility that I’ve found something new. If you guys have anything to add on this theory, like if you’ve found vents elsewhere or possible locations for a secret entrance in rainy day classroom, I’d love to hear it.

[bleachbleachbleach]

--while I'm at it, also in response to this post over here!

@afinepiece Urahara is absolutely a Crypto Bro and he probably talks about his DIY senkaimon and the blockchain in the same breath all the time! Plot twist, Satoshi Nakamoto (author of the Bitcoin whitepaper) actually is Urahara.

[Silicon Valley 5x07]

Like, remember this whiteboard?

Urahara has probably used this very same whiteboard to share the information from this crypto PowerPoint: Bitcoin and its Applications for Anarchists

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@proustianrecall Most probably don't have to be chased down to pick up their paychecks, because everyone wants their paycheck, but I imagine it can be difficult to pick them up? When you are on long deployment, for instance, receiving your funds can be difficult if not impossible. Even when you're *in* the Seireitei, maybe it's hard because your paycheck physically exists in your division and your VC and Captain have to sign it, but then they send it to the Central 46 Finance Bureau for another seal, but to pick it up from the Finance Bureau you need to go over there, but they're only open on Tuesdays and Thursdays from 2-4pm (during your normal work hours), and the Bureau is across town, and--

I'm honestly just paraphrasing my co-blogger's recent paycheck story, lol. Then she had to sign for it on a giant clipboard like she was checking her kid out of day camp, and the office handed her a bare piece of paper. No envelope, nothing, even though her superiors... got envelopes? Anyway, it all sounded very Gotei-coded to me!!