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somedaylazysomeday · 8 months

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Experiment - Part Two

Tech x fem!reader

Tech decides to prove how simple female bodies can be.

Can be considered a second part to my one-shot 'Experiment', but can also be read as a stand-alone work.

Rating: Explicit. Minors DNI.

Word Count: 3,800

Warnings: Antagonism, ill-advised bets, assumptions about females, mentions of sexual behavior, sexual touching, fingering, unprotected piv sex, creampie

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It wasn’t rare, per se, that you and Tech found yourselves alone.

Your relationship could be contentious, but it wasn’t anything bad enough that you needed to keep a referee on hand. You found him slightly grating and he thought you were oblivious at times. You also vented some of that low-level irritation by sleeping together every so often, but you had never decided to be anything close to exclusive.

That being said, Clone Force 99 was busy enough that neither of you had much time for finding another partner. It had been a particularly bad dry spell for you. Which was why you were unashamedly eavesdropping on a few troopers behind you in a market on Savareen.

“Anyway, I told her I wanted to bring someone else with us and she freaked out,” one of the troopers was telling his friends. “She said I wasn’t even good enough to keep her happy, let alone two people at the same time. Can you believe that? Not my fault that making her come is harder than defusing a det on a countdown timer”

Thankfully, you were facing the other direction, because that made you grin broadly. From everything you had heard so far, the relayed statement from the trooper’s girlfriend had been harsh but true. The trooper was a remarkably selfish lover if his stories were to be believed. Personally, you thought the girlfriend had a point.

“Are you almost finished?” Tech asked. “We need to return to the ship.”

“Shhh!” you hissed. “I want to hear how this plays out.”

You couldn’t be sure whether the troopers had heard you or if they simply weren’t bold enough to tell their friend that his girlfriend was right. In any case, the only answer they offered was a simple, “That sucks, man.”

“Yeah,” the other agreed. “Females are a mystery.”

“We will miss our rendezvous,” Tech warned.

You huffed at him and went to pay for the basket of produce you were holding. After weeks of nothing but rations, the prospect of fresh fruit and vegetables was something you couldn’t turn down. Still, you were irritated at losing your stolen entertainment and you glared at Tech when he fell into step with you on your way back toward the Havoc Marauder.

“I don’t know why you were rushing me,” you said eventually. You were passing the last of the small town’s buildings and the forest grew thicker around you. “Hunter sent a comm that the window needed to be pushed back by an hour. They won’t be at the rendezvous for at least two hours and we’re not that far from the ship.”

“And I don’t know why you were so eager to continue listening to those regs.” Tech shook his head. “It was hardly an interesting story, especially given the trite and untrue assurances at the end. Females are hardly a mystery.”

Your jaw twitched. “And what exactly does that mean?”

“Females across most species barriers share several characteristics,” he spouted instantly. “The majority of them prefer to be listened to rather than have their problems solved, prize social bonds rather than holding leverage over others, and are often capable of more complex, circuitous thinking than most males.”

“They were talking about female bodies, Tech.”

Tech fell quiet at that. You gloated for a moment, happy to have silenced him for once, but it didn’t last. Apparently, he had needed a moment to consider that, but came back with a reply soon enough:

“There are too many species to narrow down what he was talking about. Different species have different physiology, and need different stimulation to achieve pleasure.” He adjusted his goggles, and you could see the brightness of his eyes behind them. “For instance, did you know that female Dianogas derive pleasure only from having the pressure in their eyeball increased by a factor of twenty percent?”

You nodded slowly. “Gross.”

Tech had been preening at his masterful display of knowledge, but his expression dropped into one of derision when you failed to be as impressed as he thought you should be. “It is far more complex a system than is possessed by most species. Humanoid species are all similar. And human females are the least complex of all.”

That sounded as if you were being challenged. With the frustration stemming from your recent dry spell and the general irritation of being around Tech when he was in one of his ‘I am the god of all knowledge’ moods, you accepted that challenge. “Go on.”

“Human females share close similarities to each other, likely stemming from a narrow evolutionary path. Even ignoring the genitals, human females have a set of several extragenital erogenous zones. They are, in descending order: breasts, lips, neck, ears, and buttocks(1).”

You rolled your eyes, readjusting where your bag sat on your shoulder. “That’s ridiculous. Not everyone likes having all of those places touched.”

“Not everyone, but a majority,” Tech expanded. “And the type of stimulation can vary between each place. For example, lips are best stimulated orally while breasts can be stimulated either orally or manually. That means manipulated by hand.”

You hissed at the condescending explanation, but he paid no attention to you. Tech could get this way when he was convinced that someone would benefit from his knowledge. “And that is not taking the actual genitals into account. The human clitoris has over ten thousand nerve fibers, some of which extend into the vaginal channel to form what is known as the g-spot.”

“I already knew all of this, Tech,” you bit out. Okay, maybe you hadn’t known the exact number of nerve fibers in the average clit, but you didn’t appreciate being lectured on your own body.

Tech turned to you, raising his eyebrows. “And yet you believed those troopers were correct when they said human females were a mystery. There is nothing mysterious about the body of the human female. If given the proper stimulation, most human females can reach orgasm in under three minutes.”

“That can’t possibly be true.”

“Are you doubting the research or my knowledge of it?”

“Are you admitting that you’ve done research into how quickly you can make someone come?” you countered.

“Of course.” Tech was, as ever, matter-of-fact. “And you personally have benefitted from my research. Yet you still doubt whether I’m correct.”

“I’ve been with some talented people,” you said, making sure to emphasize the plurality so he wouldn’t think you were solely talking about him, “but I’ve never come in less than three minutes. So, according to my personal experience, you’re wrong.”

“I am not wrong,” Tech disagreed, clearly appalled. “If you don’t believe me, that is your choice, but I am not incorrect.”

You didn’t answer him, relieved when you saw the Havoc Marauder just ahead. As you had expected, you had plenty of time before you needed to go meet the others, but that meant you could put away the provisions and get some time away from Tech until he started to annoy you less.

Unfortunately, he didn’t seem capable of letting your disagreement lie. He followed you as you went to the storage room where you kept the rations. “The research is simple and well-supported. Even if you ignore anecdotal evidence, there are clear trends that prove-”

“Tech, can we just let this go?” you asked, trying not to sound overly antagonistic. “We can just agree to have our different opinions.”

“It is not a matter of opinion,” he insisted. “There is a single answer, supported by science, research, and experimentation. I can prove it to you.”

That made you pause and turn to him. “What? What exactly do you mean by that?”

“Allow me to prove that I am correct,” Tech repeated.

That was not enough of an answer, so you watched him in silence. There was a strong chance that he meant to show you the papers and studies where he had gathered his information.

When you didn’t agree, Tech apparently decided to offer more of an explanation: “If you agree, I will use the knowledge I’ve gained to bring you to orgasm in under three minutes.”

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea-” you started.

“I understand it can be frightening to have one’s worldview challenged-”

“Yeah, I’m terrified of an orgasm.” The sarcasm was thick in your voice. “You know what? Fine. And when you’re wrong, you’ll have to admit that your research wasn’t as effective as first-hand experience.”

“I look forward to proving you wrong.” Tech took the bag from your shoulder, tucking it neatly inside of the (little-used) produce cabinet in the ration storage room. He latched the cabinet with sure motions, turning expectantly to you when he was finished.

“Bunks,” you suggested. He inclined his head in agreement and followed you to the small barracks aboard the ship.

You shoved aside your sheets and the discarded clothing that was still tangled in them. When you had woken up, it had seemed impossible that you would be bringing anyone back to your bunk, so you hadn’t bothered keeping anything neater than they needed to be. Tech was more than a little messy, himself, so you didn’t worry that he would look down on you for it.

“How do you want to do this?” you asked, hesitating before you climbed onto the mattress.

“I do not believe that you undressing should count toward my time,” he pointed out.

“Fair enough,” you agreed, stripping quickly. You had been dressed casually to visit the nearby market, so the process didn’t take long. When you were naked, you rested your hands on your hips and tilted your chin at Tech. “Next?”

Tech swallowed hard, like the sight of your bare body had made his mouth go dry. It was a heady feeling, and your confidence soared.

“Remember what I told you about extragenital erogenous zones?” Tech asked, switching into lecture mode.

“Yes,” you agreed, adding, “which is not an attractive term, so I don’t think you’re helping your own case, here.”

“The attractiveness of the term is not what matters.” Tech stepped closer, hand rising. “The important thing is how they impact you.”

You opened your mouth to loose a sarcastic comment, but stopped short at the feeling of Tech’s fingertips brushing lightly against your bottom lip.

It was… odd, having someone touch your mouth. But the warmth and familiar smell of Tech's skin kept you where you were. You would at least let him have his chance.

His hand went to your chest, fingers splaying to cup your breast. When you were nestled in his palm, he trailed his fingers together, letting your breast slip under his fingers until they met with a soft pinch on your nipple.

Tech's head tipped closer, letting him mouth at the line of your throat. Those lips traveled upward until he could scrape his teeth lightly over your earlobe. You fought a shiver.

And then you did anyway, shuddering against him when Tech reached to run his gently squeezing fingers across your ass.

“Breasts, lips, neck, ears, and buttocks,” he murmured. “Slightly out of order, but have I managed to convince you?”

“You've managed to waste thirty seconds of your time,” you replied, fighting to keep your voice almost steady. “Two and a half minutes to go and I'm not anywhere near an orgasm.”

“Patience.”

You frowned at the chastisement, but Tech paid no attention. He guided you down to lay on your bunk, feet on the edge of the mattress supporting your half-bent legs. It left your core exposed to the chill of the air on the ship, and you abruptly realized that those simple touches had left you wet. Not soaking, but well on your way there.

You watched between your own legs as Tech studied your core. He seemed to be plotting his methods. Before you could remind him again of the time requirement, he brushed gentle fingertips over your labia.

It felt more intense than you could believe. And when that delicate touch moved to caress your inner lips, you shifted your hips impatiently.

Tech's attention turned to your clit. His first brush over it was so light that you could hardly feel anything, but he soon grew bolder in his touches. He worked you faster and faster, pausing only to sink two fingers deep into your channel.

You arched against your bunk, a shocked and plaintive cry leaving you before you could even try to bite it back.

“Good,” Tech said softly. “I want to hear you. Let me hear that you like what I'm doing.”

You weren't entirely sure how you would have responded to that, because Tech crooked his fingers inside of you and started hunting. Deliberately, he mapped your channel until he zeroed in on a rough, spongy patch on the inside of your front wall.

A slight smile appeared on Tech's face. You had a moment to think about how handsome it made him before he stole your ability to see.

He bore down on your g-spot, putting pressure on it until you cried out again. If you had the ability to remember words, you would have told him that it was too much.

Tech hummed in understanding anyway and shifted his efforts. His thumb worked against your clit as his fingers started a circular sort of thrusting motion. Your g-spot was still getting more attention than it ever had, but it managed to be less direct - and with that, less intense.

Just when you started to wonder how close you were to three minutes having passed, Tech's mouth dropped to your hip. He applied lips and teeth to the sensitive crease where your hip met your thigh.

Your orgasm rose up and swallowed you whole, and you never had a chance to fight against it. One moment, you were treading water in the assault and the next, you were drowning in sensation.

Dimly, you became aware of the fact that your fingers hurt. With that realization, you came slowly back to your body, letting your stiffened fingers uncurl from where they had been fisted in the sheets. Your thighs unclenched, releasing Tech's hand from where it had been trapped between them.

His fingers were still working gently inside of you and you gathered your strength to push him away. “How… how long?”

“Two minutes and forty four seconds,” Tech informed you, sounding obnoxiously matter of fact about it. “It likely would have taken less time if I had not stopped to test my understanding of extragenital erogenous zones.”

You would be irritated, but the strength and suddenness of your orgasm had left you largely unable to do anything but stare up at the ceiling. The heaviness of your limbs felt strange without a full buildup of activity, and it almost seemed as if your body was in a state of shock at how quickly the pleasure had been pulled from you.

“Tech, can- can you-” you trailed off, reluctant to ask him for anything else. Eventually, you settled on, “Water?”

“Of course,” he agreed, instantly on his feet and rushing to get you a canteen.

When he handed you the water, you could watch Tech eyeing how long it took you to accept it, then to raise the canteen to your lips. Even so, he waited until you had finished drinking to ask, “Is something wrong?”

You lifted one shoulder. “I- no? I don’t think so. It was just weird to come that suddenly. It’s like my body is pissed that there isn’t more.”

“Do you want me to do it again?” Tech asked.

You searched for sarcasm or mocking in his tone, but there was only patient curiosity. “Can you.. kiss me?”

“Gladly.”

He pressed a kiss to your lips. Then another, kneeling on the bed to reach you more easily. Eventually, he was lying on the bed beside you, all so he could kiss you without putting either of you in an awkward position. One of his hands gently cradled your cheek while you pressed a palm to his chest so you could feel the steady thump of his heartbeat.

You continued far longer than you had expected, past the solace of a simple kiss and into the realm of need. You didn’t think it was entirely one-sided. Maybe the kiss had started for your benefit, but nothing said Tech couldn’t enjoy it, too.

And he did. You could tell by the way he squirmed closer, by the heat of him pressed against you, by the steady deepening of the kiss you shared.

“Is this helping?” he asked.

His eyes were bright with desire, a faint but undeniable rasp edging his voice. Maybe you should let him ask, to help assuage your pride. But you took pity on him instead. “Yes, but it might help more if you made me come again. Slower. The old-fashioned way.”

Tech started to ask what exactly ‘old-fashioned’ meant. You could hear the question rise behind his parted lips. And yet it faded away before it could be asked, answered by the way you gripped his length through the material covering his lower half.

His breath shuddered out and his hips twitched, but Tech still asked, “Are you certain-?”

“Yes, if you are.”

Tech’s response to that was to reach down and grasp the back of your leg, tugging your knee up and over his hip. You were both still cradled by your mattress, but he was perfectly between your thighs.

“You are stunning,” he told you.

“You’re still dressed,” you told him.

Tech paused, glancing down with a mixture of irritation and dread. “A problem I intend to fix momentarily.”

He pulled away from you, rolling to his feet with his hands already working at the fastenings of his body glove. He had stripped it off in moments and you couldn’t help but be impressed at the efficiency of his movements.

When he slipped back into your bunk, he was all tan skin and subtle musculature. Tech arranged you both the way you had been before the interruption and, without the body glove in the way, the head of him was notched at your entrance. You were noticeably wet from your earlier orgasm, and he started to slip into you simply due to the position and your proximity.

Tech’s voice was completely unsteady as he asked, “Precisely how slow do you want this to be?”

“More than three minutes.”

It may have been a dry witticism, but Tech accepted it like it was the most sincere request he had ever heard. And you couldn’t bring yourself to regret it, not when he pushed into you in a series of shallow thrusts.

When he had bottomed out inside of you, Tech reached to brush a bead of sweat from your temple. “Slow.”

“Slow,” you confirmed with a nod.

Tech began to move. He stayed deep inside of you for the most part, using tiny pulses to keep you building toward a reasonably paced orgasm. Occasionally, when he couldn’t help himself, he withdrew further and plunged back into you. Each of those thrusts pushed the breath from your lungs, shocking you no matter how often they happened.

It wasn’t the frenetic sprint toward pleasure that you had experienced before. Rather than having pleasure ripped mercilessly from your system, Tech’s efforts were coaxing it from you.

His pelvis rocked against yours, pushing and pulling incrementally inside of you. The bunching of his muscles against your body told you how much he was holding back even as the thick press of him stretched your channel. Compared to the jarring shock of your rushed orgasm, this pleasure felt utterly lazy and self-indulgent.

And you didn’t seem to be the only one who thought so.

When Tech wasn’t watching you intently, his eyes fell closed and his brow furrowed as if he needed to concentrate so he could process everything he was experiencing. After one particularly deep pulse, your body tightened. It wasn’t your second orgasm - not yet - but it was a warning that another one was coming.

Tech’s eyes flew open and he made a rough, helpless sound. Ridiculously, that was the thing that finally pushed you over the edge. The fact that you could pull such pleasure from him even without the extensive research he had done into erogenous zones - genital or otherwise - made you feel extraordinarily powerful. And, of course, it didn’t hurt that he was such a gorgeous man.

In any case, you gasped a warning a half-second before your body clamped down around his. Tech kept going, working you through it, and it only pushed you higher. The pleasure went from silver to a blazing white, blinding in its intensity and almost painful.

It was hard to come down when Tech’s rhythm was speeding up, but you could tell he was close by the wrinkle between his eyebrows. “Where-?”

“My implant is still good.”

Tech’s lips parted and his brows furrowed, but you couldn’t see any more of his face than that. By the time he started to spill inside of you, he had buried his face in your neck. His arms wrapped around you, squeezing hard enough that it took extra time for you to catch your breath.

When the desperate thrusts finally stopped, Tech fell utterly boneless against you. You sympathized as you slumped against the bed. You dozed lightly, rousing only when you felt him pressing his lips against your shoulder.

You chuckled lightly, glancing down just in time to catch his eyes flicking up toward you. “You okay?”

“Rather wonderful, actually,” he admitted, his lips still brushing your skin as he spoke. “And you?”

“Good,” you said, wincing slightly as he moved against your core. “I’ll be sore, I think.”

“I shouldn't be surprised.” Tech gingerly moved away from you, the stickiness of your activities trying to keep you together. “I'll see if we have any bacta.”

“Bacta can't do anything about soreness,” you reminded him. Of course, as the Bad Batch's makeshift medic, he was well aware of the limitations of bacta. “Save it for the next mission.”

Tech's head snapped toward you as your eyes widened. “The rendezvous!”

Weak-kneed and as bare as the day he was decanted, Tech sprinted for the front of the Havoc Marauder.

You braced against the shift of liftoff, then started gathering his clothing and a washcloth for him. Hunter would know what had happened, of course, but there was no need to be blatant.

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Author's Note -

I can't remember if this is a first for me, but it's definitely in character for me as a person: I referenced an actual paper posted in 2016 to get Tech's information about the extragenital erogenous zones. I'm posting the citation below in case anyone wants to read it! I thought it was very interesting, even if you just read the abstract.

Thanks for reading! Feel free to let me know what you thought!

Younis, Ihab, et al. "Female hot spots: extragenital erogenous zones." Human Andrology, vol. 6, no. 1, Mar. 2016, pp. 20-26, www.ingentaconnect.com/content/wk/xha/2016/00000006/00000001/art00004.

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bluestsdays · 8 months

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for some reason, none of this felt real until right now, as she watches each and every second tick by, waiting for the dreaded sound of the timer she’s set to decide their fate. everything up until this point was so blurred, in her mind. could hardly even remember waking up this morning and relaying her fears to miller, or buying the test, or ending up lying on the floor in wait, or experiencing any other emotion besides paralyzing fear. fuck, what if her gut feelings were right, and she really was pregnant ? her raw and bloodied cuticles speak volumes— she would be a mess. she would fail, somehow, she would fuck everything up, irrevocably. she wouldn’t even know how to begin to be ready for something like that when she could hardly keep herself fed and well-rested and clothed in clean, non-paint stained clothes (and not just miller’s t-shirts, either). there’s even some paint in her hair right now, frantically working at trying to get it out, as if it might change the outcome of this, or at least prove something, somehow. serves as a decent distraction, though, as her thoughts wander, wondering if he was as terrified as she was, if his thoughts were spiraling just as wildly as hers. of course, she’s thought about the prospect of this with him someday, but that’s just it— it was someday in the future, not now. and even then, she’s never been certain about the idea, not because of him, but because of her. because of her own family, her parents— how suffocated she was growing up in that house, always wondering when she would be enough. and she could lose herself in those thoughts, in the insecurities that gnaw at her bones, but it’s the sound of her timer reaching its end that snaps her out of it, adrenaline spiking in her system. “ fuck, ” she groans, arms draping across her eyes as she lay there against the floor, unable to move. “ will you look ? ” she asks, the corner of her eye peeking out from beneath one of her arms. and maybe it’s unfair, but she doesn’t think she could be the one to do it without throwing up everywhere. “ if it’s bad, you have my full permission to throw me off the balcony. it’s fine, really. ” / @bestcurse.

#⁺﹒. * thread ⁄ devon.#bestcurse #ohhhh this is not good but im crying scremaing throwing up.

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yamatohomo · 2 months

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Vegapunk speech transcript from chapters 1108-1121!!! Enjoy!! SPOILERS AHEAD!!!!

I left in all the ellipses because sometimes they are used instead of punctuation, while other times they’re just used to show that the thought isn’t finished when moving to a new speech bubble. If they seem randomly placed, that’s why. Enjoy!! I think this helped me a lot with understanding exactly what is going on so I hope it helps some of you too :) I definitely have some theories and I also think that this solidified some other theories for me. Please talk about your theories in the notes, I'd love to hear!!

(official translation)

[Chapter 1108]

Vegapunk: Hello out there! Come in, world… ahem... I am Dr. Vegapunk, a humble genius scientist. While many of you will likely be shocked by what I have to say in this message… I assure you that it is the truth of this world!

[Chapter 1109]

Shaka: Come now, Stella. You can’t just start this up out of nowhere.

Vegapunk: Hmm? What do you mean, Shaka?!

Shaka: Surely the audience will need to be adequately prepared to hear it.

Vegapunk: You really think that’s necessary? Some intelligence agency will pick it up… and it’ll spread across the world by the next day…

Shaka: Are you certain about that? What if they manipulate the information?

Vegapunk: Hrmm. A good point… so what do we do?

Shaka: I’ll relay the signal through every naval base in the world… and force them to output at maximum strength. The transponder snails can receive audio signals… but the visual transponder snails will take time… in order to be set up for viewing. I suggest giving them an interval of one hour.”

Vegapunk: One hour?! That seems long. So long, in fact… that it will give those who might not want this message heard the time to interfere with it.

Shaka: Very well! Let us set the preparation period for the message to… ten minutes!!

Vegapunk: You hear that, world?!!

(Pythagoras appears on the screen)

Vegapunk: So, nine and a half minutes to kill, what now?

Shaka: Want to invent something? I’m rather busy.

Vegapunk: Why not have some coffee?

Pythagoras: Calculating the likelihood of signal jamming…

Pythagoras: …!

Shaka: The coffee will take ten minutes to brew.

Vegapunk: Then I won’t have time to drink it!!

Pythagoras: I calculate the chances of it jamming are exceedingly low.

[Chapter 1110]

Shaka: What is that, Stella?

Vegapunk: Hmm? Why, it’s the dream of all mankind: Vega Coffee!! One little speck of this stuff dropped in water… and you’ve instantly got nice, warm coffee!!

Shaka: How many minutes left?

Vegapunk: It’s not like we’re on a strict timer. Let’s wait seven minutes or so… and then we’ll begin. Not that anyone will be close enough to stop us… if they wished…

(all Five Elders appear specifically to stop the broadcast)

[Chapter 1112]

Shaka: I can’t help but notice you’re not drinking… your Vega Coffee.

Vegapunk: It’s hot! I have a very sensitive tongue!! That’s mean, Shaka. You knew that already.

Shaka: Four more minutes, Stella.

Vegapunk: (Sip) Yeow!!

Shaka: Stella, there’s not much time left. Why not use thermoelectric elements to take the coffees heat… and convert- energy- (York interrupts, yelling over the broadcast)

[Chapter 1113]

Vegapunk: Well, it’s been such a short time… that the coffee’s not even cool yet, but… are they all set with their video transponder snails by now, I wonder?

Shaka: Thirty seconds to go, Stella.

Pythagoras: I feel a bit nervous knowing this is going all over the world. Video will one day… connect the entire world. It will mean knowing… and the discomfort of being known.

Vegapunk: Can you all hear me? Test, test. Hello? This is Vegapunk. Hello, world. Come in, world!!

Shaka: It’s a one sided hijack of the waves, Stella.

Vegapunk: I know that! Well! In that case… let’s get this message started!!

[this is where the speech begins]

Vegapunk: I… have committed two sins. Therefore, whether I am arrested or executed… I shall program this message to be broadcast… when my heart stops beating. However–!! I want to make one thing very clear first. Whoever may have rendered their judgment unto me… I am not trying to convince you that their intent is evil. I will not apply the labels of good and evil at all, in fact… because I understand too little about him to begin with. What I am about to tell you is so preposterous… you might even burst into laughter. However… you all have the right to know. To make a long story short… The world as we know it… Will sink into the sea!!

[Chapter 1114]

Vegapunk: Now, speaking of the near future for me… assuming that the sensors I built are functioning correctly… in the days after I record this message… there should be a most remarkable earthquake that strikes the entire planet!! As a result of that… the sea should rise about one meter around the world… rendering some islands uninhabitable. Beaches around the world will be lost for good. If I am wrong in this prediction… feel free to disregard the rest of this message. If this has happened, however… you should heed my words very carefully!! This particular earthquake is not exactly what I would call… a natural phenomenon. In my own way, I only ever hoped for peace… but this was the root of my first sin. I dreamt of a source of endless, eternal energy… and in my desire… to push the world forward into the future… I flew too close… to the sun!! Allow me to explain… just what it is… that is happening to our world. From about 900 years ago… to about 800 years ago– a period of a century… there is a span of history that is completely and entirely blank. We call this the Void Century, because all records from this time were eliminated. The only means to know this lost piece of history… is to find a message from the past… in the form of ponegliffs scattered across the world… and decipher its contents!! However, the World Government has made it a crime of the highest order… to decipher the message of the ponegliffs. And despite being a member of the government myself… I broke this law. That was my second sin. Through the sheer tenacity of a group of excellent archaeologists… I inherited some texts and a number of ponegliffs, which I have deciphered… and continue studying to the best of my ability. I regret none of this!! History, you see, tells a story… in other words, what I know… is an incomplete story of that 100-year void!! It would be dishonest to fill the blanks with my own speculation… so I will leave you only with the verified truth!! The main character of this story… was born into a kingdom with an impossibly advanced civilization, about 900 years ago. Like the Sun God Nika spoken of in Elbaf legend… he fought with a body that stretched and contracted. His name was Joyboy. And he was the very first man on this sea… to be called a pirate!!!

[Chapter1115]

Vegapunk: But as for why he was called a pirate… I have only read… from a handful of ponegliffs… but what I found there… was the record of a breathtakingly vast war. Joyboy’s enemy… was the World Government of the present day!! More accurately, it was the precursor to the world government… a provisional army put together by 20 kingdoms known as The Alliance!! You might say they had no other choice, so robust was Joyboy’s faction!! Without knowing the spark that caused the war, I won’t say who was right or wrong, I’ll simply state that two competing ideologies came head-to-head. As I mentioned earlier, for its time 900 years ago, the country of Joyboy’s birth… was a startlingly advanced civilization. And the weapons that were used over the course of this 100-year conflict… appear to be impossible to re-create with the latest of modern science. Even I, a humble genius, cannot replicate them!! And therein lies the problem!!! The void century… came to a close with the defeat of Joyboy… but not before… leaving vast, permanent scars of war… across the face of the world!!! The world is made up of a series of islands. Sailing between them is difficult, and many people never experience anything but their own culture at home!!! But this shared understanding of the world… does not necessarily apply to the world of a thousand years ago!! Because a cataclysm occurred during the void century… causing the world to sink once before!!! We are currently living on the pieces of a continent… that existed long ago!!! The world of a millennium ago now slumbers unseen at the bottom of the sea!!! In fact, one can assume that in the past… there were a number of continents we know nothing about. If the world were still the same as it was in the past, then the act of erasing 100 years of history… would be simply unthinkable and impossible. However, it makes much more sense… when you understand that the rise in sea level over that century… was 200 meters!! As for why the sea level rose so much during that century… it would be natural to assume the work of a sudden natural disaster… but I can state for a fact that this was a man-made disaster!!! If such a cataclysm were caused by natural forces… then the initial disaster would have spanned several centuries… and inflicted slow but continual damage upon the world!! But by any measurement– climatology, geology, environmental atmosphere science… this dramatic shift could not have happened within a single century!!! So the cause is something else. And when I detected the rise in worldwide sea levels the other day… I had my answer. I knew the cause… and confirmed its existence!!! The ancient weapons that sank the world into the sea 800 years ago… still exist today, and await the moment that they stir once again!! In other words… the vast war that arose during the void century… never came to an end!!!

(final panel shows Imu angrily listening to the broadcast)

[Chapter 1116]

Vegapunk: Sadly… I owe you all my deepest apologies. But I need you to understand why!! I wanted to create the energy that would power the industry of the world to come. And though it is still incomplete… I have at last reached a practical stage of my life’s work… the Mother Flame, a fire that never goes out!! It is an energy source that will one day in the future enrich the lives of people all over the world!! Unfortunately, one little piece… of that flame has been stolen!! The fault of this lies entirely with me!!! Around two weeks after the theft of the flame… the sky over Lulusia shone with a powerful light… and the kingdom vanished without a trace, according to reports. After that was when I observed the first signs of worldwide earthquakes!! As a scientist, and with utmost pride in its development, I can tell you this… nothing but the mother flame could have created so much energy!!! The flame that I created was used to activate an Ancient Weapon!! I know nothing about who might have carried this out… but the results speak for themselves!!! My actions have led, directly or indirectly, to the loss of many human lives!!! A fact that weighs most deeply upon my soul!! I am so sorry!!! I have inadvertently proven that the man-made disaster that once sank the world… is possible again!!! In the past, there were three ancient weapons… and Joyboy attempted to preserve them for the future!! Why would he do that for such dangerous things?! Have we not sunk far enough?! Who is the true evil here, and who fights the good fight?!! The day will come when all of the answers are laid bare!! And I warn you– that moment will happen when we reach the very precipice of the world’s drowning!!! The Void Century… is still ripe with mystery!! However… there are some who have learned the truth!!! The King of the Pirates’ crew!!! When they learned all of the true history… why did they drift apart without telling anyone? Why didn’t they act on it?!

[ Chapter 1117]

Vegapunk: I know this information is in bits and pieces… but if I were to say more, it would be speculation. Lastly, I have one final message to impart. To those scattered throughout the world… who bear the name of D… within you there is… (signal cuts off when Emet the Iron Giant is thrown into the sea by the elder Warcury)

[Chapter 1119]

Vegapunk: (underwater as the den den mushi regains consciousness) …But actually… nothing of the sort.

… Which you might consider a will… inherited through the years… (cuts out) can only pray that those at the mercy of reason…will be able to hear this message.

[Chapter 1120]

Vegapunk: Someone once said that the voices of the past… will be heard… history is told by the winners… and the voices of the losers at the bottom of the sea are so very faint… but the truth that was gleaned… at the cost of so much sacrifice… has at last been told to the world, just now… I can only pray… that this message has made it safely… out to the world at large. It would be foolish to hear about a war 900 years in the past from only one side. History requires a multifaceted approach to understand entirely. If only I had more time on my side!! Alas! There are forces outside of my ability to stop. Twenty-five years ago, the pirate Gol D. Roger… Completed an unprecedented tour of the entire world. And what he and his crew heard… were likely the voices of the past. In conclusion… as I’m sure you’ve all surmised by now… my view of our future is thus!!!

[Chapter 1121]

Vegapunk: One Day, the memories of The Void Century will be recalled… and mark my words, that day is coming!!! The sinking of the world’s continents… was a man-made disaster brought about by weapons!! Weapons which, by some design… still exist today!!! The machinations of history and fate… seem to insist upon the obliteration… of those last descendants of rare races!!! If the worst should come to pass… I want you all to take care of yourselves!! No matter what should happen… I believe in the intelligence of mankind!! I believe in science!!! (interference)--ger died 25 years ago!! Whitebeard died two years ago!! But the fall of these legends… was merely the prologue of a new era!! And Now…!! These people who refuse to buckle under any and all suppression… They are the ones… who are the closest to the truth, ironically enough!!! Then again, perhaps it was Roger who sent them there. The person who winds up with it may not be the one Joyboy desired!!! There is no stopping the tide… The fate of the world now rests… in the hands of the one who finds it!! The person who lays claim… to the One Piece!!!

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Death, comes easily.

Pairing: Simon " Ghost" Riley x f!Reader/OC ( aka "Mini" MacTavish )

Summary: The threat never stops. Inspired by the piccadilly circus mission.

Warning : Mature theme, Violence, swearing. Angst. open ending ( possible happy ending? if you want. )

A/N : I had this idea while commuting to work, and wrote it within 20 minutes before seeing my first patient. I just had to get it out. So expect lots of mistakes. English isn't my first language. You are responsible for your own media consumption. Turn back now if you don't like it.

Character of Mini MacTavish is from @saltofmercury fic " “The Favorite MacTavish” " which she graciously let me borrow and write bit more expanded universe. Please go read her wonderful story to get bit of background. Thank you for leading me your character.

"masterlist" for more stories to this Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

You woke up with blurred vision and pounding headache.

Blinking rapidly, trying to get a better look at your surrounding. There's carnages everywhere. How did you get here? One minute you were browsing around the for replacement of broken kettle, and the next thing you heard a huge blast, which must have knocked you out.

Something wet start to drip into your eyes, you try to raise your hand to wipe it, and realise you were tied up. Looking down, you have this huge military like vest on you, with wires and what looks like explosives.

Gunshot sounds echoes in the building. More shouting and screaming.

Suddenly you saw four men storming up the staircase, scouting the area.

One of them has a skull face mask on.

"….. Simon." You called out to him, voice hoarse.

Ghost's eye met yours, you see it widen, a flash of fear.

"Mini!!!" Hearing your brother's voice calling out to you, you turn your focus to the other three men, running up towards you.

"What.. what happened?"

" Terrorist attack. They set multiple bombs off around Piccadilly circus." Soap explained as he hovers over you, assessing the situation. " Fucken steaming Jesus." He cursed. Soap is demolition specialist, but disarming bombs are slightly out of his league.

Price and Gaz kneeled down beside you, intense worry shown on their face.

"Bravo 6 to base. Request bomb squad specialist to our location IMMEDIATELY. I repeat, URGENT."

"Captain, there's only FIVE minute timer left on this, we need to get started immediately ourselves." Gaz commented.

"I'll do it." Ghost volunteered. There is no way he is going to stand on the side and do nothing to help you to get out of danger.

Swiftly following instructions relay on by the squad specialist, along with Soap's expertise, the men started dismantling the bomb. Coming up to the last two wires,

" Red or Blue." and you saw all four of the men frowned.

" I ASK RED OR BLUE…. WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S RANDOM!!!" Ghost shouted. He is starting to lose his cool.

" Three minutes left .. " Gaz commented. You starting to sense distress and worry from the men.

Closing your eyes, you whispered out your decision. "Just go boys.. I can't let all you go down with me."

" We can't leave you here. I AM NOT LEAVING YOU HERE." Simon rejected.

" Simon, the kid need their dad," Looking at Soap, Price and Gaz, " And their uncles."

" AND I NEED YOU." You can hear the strain in his voice.

Opening your eyes again, you turn towards your brother. "Johnny. Just go. Look after the kids for us with Emma. Tell the kids I love them. and Ma and Pa too.. Gaz, Uncle Price, Thank you for everything." you whispered.

Price nodded. He made a lot of difficult decision in his life. This will probably the one that will haunt him for rest of his life. After the three of them gave you a quick kiss and hug, they started pulling back. You can hear Soap's anguish cry as they leave the building.

".. You know I love you very much right Simon? A Lot."

" I know love. I know…" He pulled his skull mask off. Tears streaming down his face. Taking a deep breath, he lean in for a kiss as he cut the wire.

#simon riley #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley #simon riley x oc #simon riley imagines #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #johnny soap mactavish #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick

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kzele · 2 months

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TSSM What If. . .Ock Triggered The Bomb Earlier?

Summary: For once, Peter Parker is in crosshairs and is forced to become the hero. Naturally, this puts him back in the crosshairs by reminding him just WHY he has two separate IDs.

Peter was used to being dismissed by adults. They took one look at his face and saw his age instead of him as a person. So when Mr. Osborn politely told him to get lost, he would've normally taken it stride. If it had been about normal business stuff, that is. Norman had practically superglued himself to Peter's side whenever they were in the same room for just about everything else he forced the teenager into. Be it brain-frying corporate meetings or neat trips and lab experiments.

Heck, considering he had been essentially browbeaten into accepting this "apprenticeship," Peter might've been ecstatic to get away and, you know, RELAX AROUND CHRISTMAS. But, noooo. Not with Norman Osborn. Because Norman Osborn doesn't have fun. He has money.

Alright, maybe that was a bit unfair to think about the senior Osborn like that, because he was and has always been MUCH nicer to Peter than apparently everyone on the planet. (Which brings up its own problems where Harry is concerned.)

But that's not the point here.

The real point is that Norman's assistant/flunky Donald Menken, who either doesn't like Peter or ignores everybody with an income below 250k as standard procedure, was going to say something about Toomes aka Big Bird's goth grandpa.

Ever since the guy escaped from prison along with his buddies, he's been laying low for some time. Which is quite an accomplishment if we're taking into account all his very public past murder attempts. The first of which he literally screamed at his target before attacking. Despite his flight suit being almost completely silent in use. And having the element of surprise already. It sucks to know that his villains were learning subtlety. Or just learning in general.

Annnd since the Vulture is nowhere to be found, any information about the jerk is necessary. Unfortunately, arguing the point with Norman isn't going to get anywhere. Not unless you can count ticking him off as "getting somewhere." And Peter would rather not do that. . .Especially when he could just sneak back in and eavesdrop, regardless of his marching orders. Lots of pillars to hide behind plus his enhanced hearing will hopefully equal one enlightened spider.

Peter produced the expected agreement and made it about two steps before-

His brain was on fire. Spider sense!

"Nonononono, countdown activated! Thirty seconds to implosion!"

The teen whipped his around to see Morris the demolition guy frantically inputting what could only be the deactivation codes.

Norman was firm, "Shut. It. Down."

The timer didn't even slow.

Well, crap.

He basically teleported himself next to the panicking blond right at that moment.

Okay, focus and then think. It didn't seem likely that this was an accident but even if this was supreme bad luck, the codes were shown to not work. Bomb squad would be clean up by that point. Revealing himself as Spidey and saving everyone would endanger his loved ones regardless of whether he survives this or not. But Peter couldn't do this. He couldn't save everyone in time as just plain, old Peter Parker. He couldn't. . .

Wait. In time?

Of course. The timer.

Peter was done thinking in seconds and relayed his thoughts, "Mr. Bench! Can you reset the timer?!"

"I'll-I'll try," the frazzled man nodded as he worked.

But the machine was only on the new time for moment before it reverted back to half a minute. Somehow, it felt almost mocking in its false hope.

"It-it wo-won't-"

"Is there a manual way to disable the timer so it can't revert back," Peter asked in a voice calmer than he felt.

Morris' voice was almost inaudible, "Blue wire at the bottom right of the screen. Pull that when I go again."

And then there was waiting. . .

Waiting. . .

. . .

Now!

"NOW!"

And then there was silence.

29:59. . .29:58. . .29:57

He would've collapsed onto the old and dirty tenement floor right then like Morris. (And Menken, too, if the gasping sounds from behind were an indication.) But his adrenaline hadn't worn off and the danger was still present the longer they stayed here if the muted buzzing in his cranium meant anything.

"Well done, son."

Norman Osborn's approving smile followed Peter the rest of the way out of the building.

End of Part I

Next Time (possibly) : Ock Goes WTF happened and Peter Receives the Credit for All The Things. Also, Stalking Ensues.

#tssm peter parker #the spectacular spider man #tssm #spiderman #my writing #tssm norman osborn #tssm donald menken #tssm morris bench

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One Piece: Vegapunk's Broadcast(Official Full English Translation)

I've stitched together an uninterrupted version of Vegapunk's broadcast as of now. Tried to get things accurate, but got a bit confused with the three Vegpunks during their 'Coffee Stream.'

Coffee Stream and Prep

Chapters 1108-1113

*Beep... Beep... Click...!! Zshk...!!*

Stella: Ahem! Hello? Check, check... Is this on? Hello out there! Come in, world. Ahem... I am Dr. Vegapunk, a humble genius scientist. While many of you will likely be shocked by what I have to say in this message, I assure you that it is the truth of this world!!!

Shaka: Come now, Stella. *ZSHK* You can’t just start this up out of nowhere.

Stella: Hmm? What do you mean, Shaka?!

Shaka: Surely the audience will need to be adequately prepared to hear it.

Stella: You really think that’s necessary? Some intelligence agency will pick it up and it’ll spread across the world by the next day…

Shaka: Are you certain about that? What if they manipulate the information?

Stella: Hrmm. A good point… So what should we do?

Shaka: I’ll relay the signal through every naval base in the world and force them to output at maximum strength. The transponder snails can receive audio signals, but the visual transponder snails will take time in order to be set up for viewing. I suggest giving them an interval of one hour.

Stella: One hour?! That seems long. So long, in fact, that it will give those who might not want this message to be heard the time to interfere with it.

Shaka/Stella?: Very well! Let us set the preparation period for the message to ten minutes!! You hear that world?!!

Shaka/Stella/Pythagoras:

-So, nine and a half minutes to kill. What now?

-Want to invent something? I’m rather busy.

-Why not have some coffee?

-Calculating the likelihood of signal jamming…

-The coffee will take ten minutes to brew.

-Then I won’t have time to drink it!!

-I calculate the chances of jamming are exceedingly low.

-What is that, Stella?

-Hmm? Why, it’s the dream of all mankind: Vega Coffee!! One little speck of this stuff dropped in water, and you’ve instantly got nice, warm coffee!!

-How many minutes left?

-It’s not like we’re on a strict timer. Let’s wait seven minutes or so, and then we’ll begin. Not that anyone will be close enough to stop us if they wished…

-I can’t help but notice you’re not drinking your Vega Coffee.

-It’s hot! I have a very sensitive tongue!

-That’s mean, Shaka. You knew that already.

-Four more minutes, Stella.

-*sip* YEOW!!

-Stella, there’s not much time left.

-Why not use thermoelectric elements to take the coffee’s heat and convert that energy into something--

-One minute left, Stella.

-I know!! *Slurp..* Well, it’s been such a short time that the coffee’s not even cool yet, but are they all set up with their video transponder snails by now, I wonder?

-Thirty seconds to go, Stella.

-I feel a bit nervous knowing this is going all over the world.

-Video will one day connect the entire world. It will mean knowing, and the discomfort of being known.

Vegapunks Message

Chapter 1113

Stella: Can you all hear me? Hello? This is Vegapunk. Hello world. Come in world!!

Shaka: It’s a one-sided hijack of the waves, Stella.

Stella: I know that! Well! In that case, let’s get this message started!! I have committed two sins. Therefore, whether I am arrested or executed, I shall program this message to be broadcast when my heart stops beating. However--!! I want to make one thing very clear first. Whoever may have rendered their judgment unto me, I am not trying to convince you that their intent is evil. I will not apply the labels of good and evil at all, in fact, because I understand too little about him to begin with. What I am about to tell you is so preposterous you might even burst into laughter. However, you all have the right to know. To make a long story short, the world as we know it will sink into the sea!!

Chapter 1114

Now, speaking of the near future for me, assuming that the sensors I built are functioning correctly, in the days after I recorded this message, there should be a most remarkable earthquake that strikes the entire planet!! As a result of that, the sea should rise about one meter around the world rendering some islands uninhabitable. Beaches around the world will be lost for good. If I am wrong in this prediction, feel free to disregard the rest of this message. If this has happened, however, you should heed my words very carefully!! This particular earthquake is not exactly what I would call a natural phenomenon. In my own way, I only ever hoped for peace, but this was the root of my first sin. I dreamt of a source of endless, eternal energy, and in my desire to push the world forward into the future, I flew too close to the sun. Allow me to explain just what it is that is happening to our world. From about 900 years ago to 800 years ago--A period of a century, there is a span of history that is completely and entirely blank. We call this the Void Century, because all records from this time were eliminated. The only means to know this lost piece of history is to find a message from the past in the form of ponegliffs scattered across the world and decipher its contents!! However, the World Government has made it a crime of the highest order to decipher the message of the ponegliffs. And despite being a member of the government myself, I broke this law. That was my second sin. Through the sheer tenacity of a group of excellent archeologists, I inherited some texts and a number of ponegliffs, which I have deciphered and continued studying to the best of my ability. I regret none of this!! History, you see, tells a story, in other words, what I know is an incomplete story of that 100-year void!! It would be dishonest to fill the blanks with my own speculation, so I will leave you only with the verified truth!! The main character of this story was born into a kingdom with an impossibly advanced civilization, 900 years ago. Like the Sun God Nika spoken of in legend, he fought with a body that stretched and contracted. His name was Joyboy. And he was the very first man on this sea to be called a pirate!!!

Chapter 1115

But as for why he was called a pirate… I have only read from a handful of ponegliffs, but what I found there was the record of a breathtakingly vast war. Joyboy’s enemy… was the World Government of the present day!! More accurately, it was the precursor to the World Government, a provisional army put together by 20 kingdoms known as the Alliance!! You might say they had no other choice, so robust was Joyboy’s faction!! Without knowing the spark that caused the war, I won’t say who was right or wrong, I’ll simply state that two competing ideologies came head-to-head. As I mentioned earlier, for its time 900 years ago, the country of Joyboy’s birth was a startlingly advanced civilization. And the weapons that were used over the course of this 100-year conflict appear to be impossible to re-create with the latest of modern science. Even I, a humble genius, cannot replicate them!! And therein lies the problem!!! The Void Century came to a close with the defeat of Joyboy, but not before leaving vast, permanent scars of war across the face of the world!!! The world is made up of a series of islands. Sailing between them is difficult, and many people never experience anything but their own culture at home!! But this shared understanding of the world does not necessarily apply to the world of a thousand years ago!! Because a cataclysm occurred during the Void Century causing the world to sink once before!!! We are currently living on the pieces of a continent that existed long ago!!! The world of a millennium ago now slumbers unseen at the bottom of the sea!!! In fact, one can assume that in the past there were a number of continents we know nothing about. If the world were still the same as it was in the past, then the act of erasing 100 years of history would be simply unthinkable and impossible. However, it makes much more sense when you understand that the rise in sea level over that century was 200 meters!!! As for why the sea level rose so much during that century, it would be natural to assume the work of a sudden natural disaster, but I can state for a fact that this was a man-made disaster!!! If such a cataclysm were caused by natural forces, then the initial disaster would have spanned several centuries and inflicted slow but continual damage upon the world!! But by any measurement--climatology, geology, environmental and atmospheric science, this dramatic shift could not have happened within a single century!!! So the cause is something else. And when I detected the rise in worldwide sea levels the other day, I had my answer. I knew the cause and confirmed its existence!!! The ancient weapons that sank the world into the sea 800 years ago still exist today, and await the moment that they stir once again!! In other words, the vast war that arose during the Void Century never came to an end!!!

Chapter1116

Sadly, I owe you all my deepest apologies. But I need you to understand why!! I wanted to create the energy that would power the industry of the world to come. And though it is still incomplete, I have at last reached a practical stage of my life’s work, the Mother Flame, a fire that never goes out!! It is an energy source that will one day in the future enrich the lives of people all over the world!! Unfortunately, one little piece of that flame has been stolen!! The fault of this lies entirely with me!!! Around two weeks after the theft of the flame, the sky over Lulusia shone with a powerful light, and the kingdom vanished without a trace, according to reports. After that was when I observed the first signs of worldwide earthquakes!! As a scientist, and with utmost pride in its development, I can tell you this… Nothing but the Mother Flame could have created so much energy!!! The flame that I created was used to activate an ancient weapon!! I know nothing about who might have carried this out, but the results speak for themselves!!! My actions have led, directly or indirectly, to the loss of many human lives!!! A fact that weighs most deeply upon my soul!! I am so sorry!!! I have inadvertently proven that the man-made disaster that once sank the world is possible again!!! In the past, there were three ancient weapons, and Joyboy attempted to preserve them for the future!! Why would he do that for such dangerous things?! Have we not sunk far enough?! Who is the true evil here, and who fights the good fight?!! The day will come when all of the answers are laid bare!! And I warn you--That moment will happen when we reach the very precipice of the world’s drowning!!! The Void Century is still ripe with mystery!! However, there are some who have learned the truth!!! The king of the pirate’s crew!!! When they learned all of the true history, why did they drift apart without telling anyone? Why didn’t they act on it?!

Chapter 1117

I know this information is in bits and pieces, but if I were to say more, it would be speculation. Lastly, I have one final message to impart. To those scattered throughout the world who bear the name of D, within you there is a-*ZRRKSH!!*

Chapter 1118

*ZSSK* That… name… *ZSHK*

Chapter 1119

…But actually… …nothing of the sort. …Which you might consider a will inherited through the years. *ZSSHK!!* …can only pray that those at the mercy of this reason will be able to hear this message.

Chapter 1120

*Zrk* Someone once said that the voices of the past will be heard… History is told by the winners, and the voices of the losers at the bottom of the sea are so very faint, but the truth that was gleaned at the cost of so much sacrifice has at last been told to the world, just now… I can only pray that this message has made it safely out to the world at large. It would be foolish to hear about a war 900 years in the past from only one side. History requires a multifaceted approach to understand entirely. If only I had more time on my side!! Alas! There are forces outside of my ability to stop. Twenty-five years ago, the pirate Gol D. Roger, completed an unprecedented tour of the entire world. And what he and his crew heard were likely the purest voices of the past. In conclusion, as I’m sure you’ve all surmised by now, my view of the future is thus!!!

Chapter 1121

One day, the memories of the Void Century will be recalled, and mark my words, that day is coming!!! The sinking of the world’s continents was a man-made disaster brought about by weapons!! Weapons which, by someone’s design, still exist today!!! The machinations of history and fate seem to insist upon the obliteration of those last descendants of rare races!! If the worst should come to pass, I want you all to take care of yourselves!! No matter what should happen, I believe in the intelligence of mankind!! I believe in science!!! *ZRSHK* --ger died 25 years ago!! *ZZRK* Whitebeard died two years ago!! But the fall of these legends was merely the prologue of a new era!! And now, these people who refuse to buckle under any and all suppression… They are the ones who are closest to the truth, ironically enough!!! Then again, perhaps it was Roger who sent them there. The person who winds up with it may not be the one Joyboy desired!!! There is no stopping the tide… The fate of the world now rests in the hands of the one who finds it!! The person who lays claim to the One Piece!!!

Chapter 1122

That is simply the truth. *ZRTT* Joyboy is his-- *ZZZT* *BEEP* *BEEP*

This is when the Five Elders finally stopped the broadcast.

#one piece #poneglyph #manga #lore #joy boy #sun god nika #luffy #vegapunk #straw hat pirates #fan art

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My client is suspicious yet smart - Tighnari

Gender neutral reader, reader is from Liyue and they work as a newly qualified lawyer. When Cyno assigns them Tighnari, they don't realise the difficulty that is defending that man.

"_, meet Tighnari." Cyno begins. "As you may already know, my friend works in the forest. He particularly does not wish to be outside the forest, which can lead to difficult situations."

Oh, so a guy who's committed to his work?

"I hope you can keep up with the workload."

Oh, a guy who's smart with his mouth? This could go either way.

When he talks to you, not with you, regarding the situation with him teaching the forest rangers information the Akedemiya do not wish to have public to outsider's, your heart sinks as you realise this man was going to be the biggest pain in your backside.

But hey, perhaps his status will help out with this meeting you were going to have to go to the next day!

Nope.

"I can empathise with how this may look like my client is scheming, in fact in a way he is - he is scheming to aid his fellow forest rangers with safely navigating through the forest with less than public information." You calmly state, holding eye contact with the person that you had to convince.

"If your 'client' is so good at explaining such ideas, why is he not here?" The person asks.

"Well, I believe based on the situation in the forest regarding withering zones-"

"I'm sure that some extra help could be given for that, why hasn't your client requested as such?"

"I'm sure he would have to teach these people how to clear out these zones." You defend, still sitting upright.

"Do you know how to clear a withering zone?"

"I'm afraid not - I only work as a lawyer." You momentarily falter, straightening yourself up quickly.

"And do you know about the forest itself?"

You shake your head.

"Are you from Sumeru?"

"No, I have spent most of my life in Liyue, the land of contracts. I earned my degree there, and if you would wish to see proof I can show this to you."

"No need." The man cuts you off. "The fact that you are talking so boldly of withering zones - something you must have only heard now - is worrying to me."

You feel like you are going to start crying, but you manage to maintain your composure without a tear in your eye.

"This may be the case, however I am sure that from what my client has told me -"

"There you go again, claiming you can trust your client word for word. Since you are not from Sumeru, there is no reliable way for you to know the man can be trusted."

Before you can open your mouth again, you hear a timer go off.

"We shall continue tomorrow, I have a meeting to get to." The man stands up, shaking your hand after you extend it.

"Thank you for having me this afternoon."

When you walk out, the person across from you escorting you put, your heart sinks.

Tighnari is waiting there, Collei with him. Before you can think of a way to say Tighnari wasn't merely ignoring the requests to go along to the city, the person walks off. Collei drags you along, eventually taking you along to eat somewhere for celebrating.

Tighnari seems to look at you, expecting some report of what happened, and you realise how punch able his face is as he look at you with the 'did you disappoint' face. Realising you were going to become a client if you weren't careful, you ask him to talk to you outside.

"You blew it, didn't you?" Tighnari huffs, rolling his eyes. "I knew I shouldn't have trusted someone-"

"Oh, shut up." You cut through. "You are difficult to defend, and the only thing I had going for me with the meeting was you being busy. You standing there, with a trainee forest ranger instead of by yourself, just completely shattered it." You continue, putting a finger up to shut Tighnari. "I have got another meeting tomorrow to prepare for, and I need to get evidence. Perhaps if you didn't rant to me, but instead explained your actions so I could relay them, then maybe I would have had a better foundation instead of a bunch of 'what ifs'." You spit out, walking towards the forest as you hear Tighnari let out a 'hmmph' before heading back to Collei.

You go along to the Avidya forest, walking in random directions with the hopes of finding a withering zone. You see an area that looks particularly dead, and you approach it slowly, letting out a curious 'ooh' before hearing someone call for you to stop. Turning around, you see the well renowned traveler spring into action, clearing the area before approaching you.

"Hey, why did you walk towards that withering zone? Paimon thought you had a hallicininogen- ah whatever, a mushroom that makes you see!"

"Apologies, I ought to explain myself." You begin, turning to the traveler. "I am currently defending a client that works very closely with withering zones."

"Ooh, Master Tighnari?" Paimon asks, you nodding.

"Yes. I was needing evidence for tomorrow, and since I am not from here I am absolutely clueless." You huff out, a lightbulb going off.

"Paimon doesn't like that look..." Paimon worries.

"I need someone with a good idea of how my client works, as well as their character. In return for you accompanying me tomorrow, I'll treat you to a meal. No, a meal and the remaining mora from this case." You nod, Paimon gasping.

"You got a deal!"

Thank god the traveler was there, you think to yourself.

"Would you care to explain why your client was standing outside the door after our last meeting?" The man starts. "He didn't look very busy with work."

"Respectfully, sir, everyone needs some breaks." You state, hoping it would help.

"And as well as that, you go along with your client for a meal. Care to explain why you felt like this was necessary, or deserved?" The man jabs.

"If you knew I went along, you would also know that I didn't actually stay for a meal. I decided to investigate the forest myself, to assess the area for withering zones."

"And who can attest to this?" The man asks.

"I can." The traveler states.

"Me too! And even if they did eat, who doesn't need to eat?" Paimon agrees.

"Very well." The man sighs. "I take it you lost your way, not being from Sumeru and all. Can't say I expected less, but I would expect the knowledge to get someone to accompany you in the first place. I must say, you aren't representing Liyue very well." The man jeers, you faltering.

"That is prejudice." The traveler crosses their arms. "A statement like that is personal, and I don't believe personal opinion has any place here."

The man nods, apologising before he continues to question you about Tighnari. Thankfully, the traveler was there to explain his reputation in more detail than you reliably could, and you finally managed to convince the man that Tighnari did not have any bad intentions with the information spread.

You treat the traveler and Paimon to dinner afterwards, and they find out more about who you are.

"Wow, you trained in Liyue!" Paimon gasps. "Do you know Yanfei?"

You nod, eyes lighting up.

"Oh, my mentor!" You gasp, smiling warmly. "I know I need to work on my speaking, but I'm really solid when it comes to contracts." You state. "I'm no expert, but I find it's easy to spot discrepancies. If you need someone to look over a contract, I'm your person. Well,if Yanfei isn't available."

The next few weeks, a lot of your work related to people wanting a second opinion before signing a contract. Some contracts are completely safe, others questionable, and thankfully you were able to make an earning as well as a good name for yourself.

However, you knew that if people knew Tighnari like the forest rangers did, you had a lot to make up for. You weren't entirely professional with him, you knew that, but you found him so difficult.

When you get a job regarding a forest ranger signing a contract they failed to uphold, you went to the appointed time to the complainer regarding their contract. It was a contract where the signer was supposed to pay a huge sum of Mora for a 'rare ingredient'. It was a walking red flag, and when you showed up a group of people were there. Tighnari was one of them, the person next to him a forest ranger you never met.

"Please, you have to believe me!" The forest ranger pleads, eyes growing out of fear when he spots you.

"Let me look at the contract." You state, heading over. The format was good enough, but it didn't exactly take a genius to know it was tampered with. You ask everyone if they had a look at it today before receiving a unanimous no, you turning back with a rubber.

"I don't think-"

You place the rubber on the value of the mora, 1,000,000 becoming 1,000. Continuing your inspection, you run over the 'rare ingredient', the words changing to wolfhook. Checking everything else has been confirmed, you read out the contract to the forest ranger.

"Yes, that's what I signed." The forest ranger sighs out of relief.

"And has my client delivered on their side of the contract?" You ask, the forest ranger shaking their head.

"Hold on, I paid you to defend me, not accuse me!" Your client protests.

"I cannot let a tampered document slide. Plus, the originating contract has been signed, both by you and the person you have accused." You continue. "If you would still wish to tell me you expected to fork over 1,000,000 mora from this person, I would like to hear your logic as well."

You wait a few seconds, silence being enough of an answer to tell the truth. They get taken away instead of the forest ranger, you walking with them as you leave the duo behind.

The next day, the forest ranger approaches you.

"Thank you for your help." They smile, shaking slightly as they still don't believe you sided with them. "Master Tighnari was about to pay the mora himself to make up for the mora I didn't pay, but then you showed up." They explain.

"Wait, he looked at the contract and didn't see the tampering?" You ask, the forest ranger shaking their head. You look past the forest ranger, a pair of curious ears giving Tighnari away. "Well thank goodness I did show up then. I'm glad to have stopped that instead of reinforced the behaviour."

The forest ranger nods, offering to pay for your meal. You politely turn them down, explaining you only did what was mortally correct before they leave. As if on cue, Tighnari walks around the corner, pretending he just showed up.

"Nice try." You tease. "Your ears gave you away."

"You got me." He raises his hands, walking to you before stopping. "I wanted to thank you for-"

"For doing my job?" You finish his sentence, him pausing in thought. "You aren't important enough for me to turn a blind eye on someone who works in the same field as you, humble yourself." You fail to stop yourself, still remembering the headache that was your first case with Tighnari. "What that forest ranger told me did concern me. Do you seriously just pay up for these contracts without thinking?"

Tighnari nods stupidly, and you have your head out of frustration.

"Listen, the next time you get that kind of thing happening, you get me. Even if you do, somehow, have enough mora, paying these frauds paints a target on the backs of everyone who works as a forest ranger, trained or trainee."

#gender neutral reader #tighnari x reader #tighnari x gender neutral reader #genshin impact imagines #tighnari #cyno

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track2hack · 6 months

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07.04.2024

Pegasus/Harris Trophy 2024!! 🎉

I CANNOT say enough how proud I am of this little mare!! Her very first time going out without horses she knows well, her first time doing (some pretty freaky looking!) obstacles, and her FIRST ROSETTE 🤩🎉

In our first test (L2 2A) we smashed it out of the park not needing it called and got a 63.64 (70/100)! Those numbers will mean something to someone but nothing to me, I’m not a dressage rider 😂

In between tests our team did a pretty spectacular wine relay (everyone was watching at least 😅) and she was mega! She may look fat as a fat thing but she certainly has some get up n go about her!

Our second test (L2 2B) I didn’t warm up as much as I should’ve and the test suffered a bit for it -thought we had more riders ahead of us than we really did!- but still somehow managed to pull off a 63.08 (82/100)!

Combined show jumping/obstacles was what we were really there for though 😜 She’s a little jumping powerhouse and as soon as she saw the warmup ring she was all business! Did lose some brain function though but we got it back 😂 She pulled together a really sweet round and didn’t flinch at the flappy tarp with rubber ducks and mr frog hiding in the corner and trusted me enough to walk over the hay bales with noisy whirring fans and flowers! It doesn’t show up on camera but there’s a big black rubber mat on the ground in between the cones and she had a wee nosy at that but walked right over it first time!

Our super little team came 14th out of 18 fiercely competitive and talented teams and I’m so thrilled we decided to go through with the day! It was the most fun I’ve had at something that isn’t endurance and everyone was so nice and happy to talk us first timers through everything 😅🤩 Highly recommend getting out to Pegasus Cup if you can make it on the list!!

Gemmy’s having a well deserved break from competing this month and then back at it again for the In House day at Belfast!! This time mum might actually be allowed to pilot her pony 😉🤷‍♀️

#IM SO PROUD OF GEM AND PROUD OF ME WERE A SPECIAL LITTLE TEAM OF WEIRDOS #horseblr #horsblr #equiblr #equine #equestrian #horses #horses of tumblr #bay pinto #pinto horse #bay tobiano #show jumping #cowboy challenge #pony club #my ponies

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kakashiswilloffire · 1 year

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brownies

ao3

@kakashiweek day 2: foster

domestic fluff with kakashi preparing a surprise for his partner, iruka, with help from five year old fostered naruto.

wc: 1.2k

Mondays were always the hardest for Iruka, and adding a professional development meeting and preparing for the upcoming parent-teacher conference didn’t help. Kakashi knew his partner would be exhausted and short on patience when he got off work, and luckily, he knew exactly how to resolve the issue.

“Naruto! Cookies or brownies?”

The five year old paused to consider, then authoritatively replied, “brownies!”

Kakashi grinned, scooping up the small boy and plunking him on the counter. “Let’s do brownies.”

Iruka wasn’t old enough to be Naruto’s biological father, but he had been the one who fostered Naruto and took his role as father very seriously. That was one of the things Kakashi found so wonderful in his partner, wholesome and honorable. They had been a matching set from day one, and Kakashi couldn’t imagine it any other way.

In the two years he had been with Iruka, the last six months of which he had spent in his apartment, he had never seen the man turn down sweets. He had a particular soft spot for anything Kakashi baked, though he didn’t often. The real fun was in savory foods, where you could cook the same thing eleven different ways and could send a dish anywhere with infinite combinations of spices. Baking meant structure, predictability, rules. He’d had enough with rules as a child.

Gathering the ingredients took only a moment in the cramped kitchen and Kakashi soon had Naruto sifting the dry ingredients into a large glass bowl. By the end of the process, at least three-quarters of the flour had made it successfully. Then came adding milk, eggs, and oil, and a heavy pour of instant coffee. Naruto might not be the biggest fan of the taste, but that meant more brownies for Iruka. Once Kakashi and Naruto had finished taking turns mixing it together, they finally had a smooth batter to pour into a lightly greased baking dish, the one they thrifted last year. It slid into the oven and Kakashi set a timer to come back for it.

An hour till Iruka gets home, he thought. What else?

“Naruto, do you want to keep helping me? I’m making a surprise for Iruka.”

Naruto gasped as he nodded aggressively. Kakashi couldn’t hold back a tiny chuckle at the enthusiasm.

He swung him from the counter to his hip and headed out of the kitchen towards the play area corner of the main room. Once there, he gently set Naruto down and relayed his instructions.

“I want you to go around and pick up ten toys, okay? Just ten, you can stop there if you want. Then, I think it would be helpful if you made Iruka a craft. You can do a drawing or a painting or maybe a play dough creature, whatever you want. Do you think you can do that?”

Naruto gave a firm, confident nod.

“Perfect. Ready… go!”

As the child set off to find his toys, Kakashi made a mental priority list for the house chores. Iruka swore it was quality time, but Kakashi would bet money that his love language was actually acts of service. While Naruto handled the heartfelt aspect of their now joint surprise effort, he could tackle the practical matters that would mean more in the long run.

He decided to start with dishes, heading into the bedroom to collect the cups on Iruka’s nightstand. Once the dishes were done, he would start a load of laundry– wait, should probably do that first–, then the dishes, then pick up around the house. This morning was one of the days one of them remembered to make the bed, so that was already taken care of.

Laundry in the washer, he filled the sink with water and began scrubbing. The kitchen was starting to smell wonderful from the brownies in the oven. In the other room, he could hear Naruto putting away some wooden blocks, then dragging out the box of Legos. Interesting artistic medium, but okay.

It didn’t take long to finish cleaning the dishes and arranging them in the rack to dry. He took a moment to switch the laundry over before checking on Naruto’s progress.

“How’s it coming?”

Naruto turned toward him, beaming. “I’m making a ‘Ruka-saurus!” The multicolor misshapen object in his hand could not be distinguished as either Iruka or a Tyrannosaurus, but it probably just needed more time to be molded.

Kakashi turned some music on, choosing one of his more fun child-friendly playlists. That got Naruto wiggling around while continuing to build. He lost himself in the familiar melodies and time flew by as he cleared off the couch, replaced the blanket and pillows, and wiped down the kitchen counters. The timer went off and after he cleanly stabbed through the center of the brownies, he pulled the dish out to cool.

He playfully encouraged Naruto to put finishing touches on his design as he made one final pass of the house. He closed the cabinet door in the bathroom, stuffed a lone sock dangling from the dresser back inside its drawer, and remembered to turn the oven off. He wished he had the time to go get flowers, but Iruka would be home at any minute.

“I’m finished!”

He came back to the main room. “I’m so proud!”

The key turned in the door.

As soon as Iruka crossed the threshold, Naruto was running at him. “‘Ruka! Surprise!”

Kakashi hid a grin as his partner took the hit to the knees. “Welcome home!”

“What smells so good?” he asked, abandoning his work bag in the doorway in favor of picking up Naruto.

“Brownies!” the little one cheered. “We made them together!”

“Wow! Do you want to show me?”

They all made their way to the kitchen, Iruka’s head pivoting as he took in the main room’s condition. He turned around to Kakashi and mouthed “thank you”. Kakashi waved it off, then pushed forward to check the temperature of the brownies and slice them.

Warm brownies in hand, they came back to the main room, Kakashi encouraging Iruka to sit while Naruto ran for his craft. He came back at a sprint with his hands behind his back.

“Look! It’s a ‘Ruka-saurus!” He displayed the object proudly, which did look significantly more like a dinosaur than it had half an hour ago. Iruka was quick to praise the cuboid creature, saying he would treasure it forever, just like everything else Naruto had made. Naruto let him know he was gonna have to treasure it in his heart because some of his best pieces were in this and he needed those back. Laughing, he left Naruto to the deconstruction and headed into the bedroom to get changed.

Kakashi followed, pulling the door closed behind him. “Long day at work?”

Iruka sighed and flopped onto the bed. “You can’t imagine what some of these parents are like.”

He climbed on to the bed, slipped his hands under Iruka’s shoulders, and pushed his thumbs into the muscle at his neck. “How can I help you?”

Iruka took a moment to think before being honest. “If I call in a takeout order at Ichiraku’s, will you go pick it up?”

“Of course, love.”

#kakairu #kakashi x iruka #kakashi week 2023 #kakashi fanfiction

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inklings-sprint · 1 year

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Get your timers ready. The @inklings-challenge has been officially announced today. And with that may I bring to your attention Inklings Sprints. Throughout the challenge time I (@allisonreader ) will be hosting several productivity sprints to help us get those stories written.

I have a whole run down of what a productivity sprint/what Inklings Sprints is HERE. And also an idea of a schedule for them HERE.

For those of you who I see flinging Calvinballs around (like @lady-merian ) it's essentially a in real time Calvinball relay, where you write as much as you can in a certain amount of time.

There's no official need to sign up. But it is helpful to know if you want to participate. If there's times/dates that work better for you if you want to participate, let me know and I can try and make something work.

This is my side blog, so any questions can be directed at my main blog @allisonreader or just in notes or reblogs.

Also, because I'm not sure that I have it noted anywhere else currently; I am willing to tag anyone who might be interested in the lead up to any sprints as a reminder.

#inklings sprint #inklings sprints #inklings challenge #I'm determined to try and make this work and get more than one or two people to participate this year #and Lady Merian please note that while I know that there are others that you constantly whap around Calvinballs with #you're the main one who is within my circle more or less

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nicolewoo · 11 months

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Super Earth Part 8

Pairing: Roman Reigns x female reader.

Warning: none

Part 8 The bet and Dodgeball

Roman and I were enjoying dinner when Dr. Zayne approached us. “Captain! Dr. Reigns!” He was overly enthusiastic.

“How can I help you Dr. Zayne?” I answered with a fraction of his enthusiasm.

Sammi sat at our table now, “I was wondering if you could settle a bet for us.”

“A bet?” I raised my eyebrow, causing Roman to chuckle. “Are you telling me you’re running an illegal gambling ring on my ship?”

Sammi went ghost white in surprise. “Illegal?”

Now Dr. Owens jumped in. “Illegal in space? Are there laws in space? I see no government to pass laws… no police to enforce those laws.”

Sammi continued “I…. Uh….Captain… it’s just a little fun. No reason to get upset…. Just a little side action during the mission.”

Roman chuckled next to me as he hid his smile by shoving a forkful of food in his mouth, but he couldn’t hide it well enough, and I almost busted out laughing; choosing to take a bite to hide my smile. “Well argued, Dr. Owens. Ok….. Let’s hear it. What bet can I settle for you?”

Sammi was flustered now, and his stammering got worse. “Well…. Now that this is public…” He motioned to Roman and I. “People… we’re just curious…. I mean…. When did you two get together?”

Ahhh I wasn’t surprised by the question, but it wasn’t one I wanted to answer. “So, not only are you gambling on my ship, but you’re betting on my love life?” I stared angrily at him, even though I wasn’t. It was too much fun getting Sammi flustered, and I’d gotten very good at it on our trip.

Sammi tried to answer, but all that came out were “Uh”s and “I mean….” And “But”

Dr. Owens took over for his tongue-tied friend. “It’s just a little bit of fun Captain.”

Roman squeezed my hand under the table, still stuffing food in his mouth to cover his laughing.

“Let me ask you this, Sammi. How much will the winner of this bet get?” I asked.

Dr. Owens was quick to answer. “$500, Cap.”

I thought for a second. “And what happens if nobody wins?”

Sammi answered, “We’ve got just about every day covered. Someone is gonna win.”

Roman had composed himself enough to jump in, “Answer the question. What happens if nobody is right?”

I added, “Can we get the pot if nobody else wins?”

Sammi and Kevin started looking at each other, having a full conversation with a few grunts and gestures. They came to a consensus and turned toward us at the same time. “Sounds fair, Cap.” Owens said.

I leaned back in my chair, folding my arms over my chest in a power move, “I’ll settle your bet…..” I paused to give them false hope. “once we are back on Earth.” A round of grunts and protests followed. Roman and I were having fun with this.

“Back on Earth?” Dr. Rhea Ripley whined from the table next to ours. “Tell us now Cap.”

“No.” Roman’s commanding tone settled some of the protests. “The Captain has made up her mind.”

When the now weaker protests continued, I added in, “It’s the day we land on Earth or not at all. Take it or leave it.”

Sammy rubbed his hand over his hair in frustration, “Ok. Ok. The day we get home.” Sammi stuck out his hand and we shook on it.

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Cap,” Orange was calling me.

“What’s up?” I had just showered and pulled my shirt on before I hit my video screen.

“We’ve got to adjust the relays in the gravity plating.” He paused to look at a clipboard ensign Trent “trick” Williams brought him. He nodded at Williams and handed the clipboard back. “Sorry about the interruption. As I was saying, we gotta turn the grav off for a while.” He smirked a little.

“We do, huh?” I smirked back at him.

“Before or after dinner?” He asked.

“Definitely before. We’ve got too many first timers on board. Some are bound to get nauseous.” I didn’t want a full dinner making a poorly timed reentry into the air.

Orange answered “1500 hours?”

I nodded, “perfect.”

“I’ll let doc know.” He nodded and cut the call.

I hit the ship’s intercom button. “Attention passengers and crew. I’m happy to report that we have to shut the gravity off for a couple of hours this afternoon.” Before I could continue, I heard people cheering from other rooms. “Crew, once you have secured your stations, please make yourself available to the our passengers. Ensure their projects are secure. Passengers, you are about to experience space as the first astronauts did…. Without gravity! Once your experiments are secured, we invite you to join us in the mess hall. We’re going to play space dodgeball!” I heard cheering again. “The gravity will be turned off at 1500 hours. Repairs are expected to take 2 hours.”

After turning off the intercom, I visited Carmello in the mess hall. “You gonna be ok with dinner?” I asked, knowing we were taking up his main cooking time.

He wiped his hands on a towel, “Don’t worry Cap. I’ll have time to get everything prepped before 3, come whoop your ass at dodgeball, then get the food cooking at 5. Dinner shouldn’t be late.”

“Whoop my ass?” I laughed. “Remind me again, who won last time?”

Mello interrupted me, “Hey, you had Orange and Doc on your side. You had me outnumbered.”

“You think anything will be different this time?” I challenged.

“I got Dr. Zayne and Dr. Owens on my side this time. You going down, Cap.” He taunted. My first thought was that Roman would be on my side, but I decided to keep that my secret until the game began.

@mindofasagitarius @lclb13 @serenityfiretrash @lustyromantic @reigns-5sos @bigpsychicbagelauthor @omg-im-such-a-masochist @marlananicole @wickedsunfire @starwithaheart @spookys-girl @pitlissa22 @snowpanda18 @thesamoanqueen @sassginaswanmills

#roman reigns #roman reigns fanfiction

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unniekiwi · 2 years

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𝗦𝘄𝗶𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿 𝗘𝗿𝗲𝗻 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀.

Okay, listen to me. As a swimmer I can't help but think about what Eren would be like in my world, in other words; Eren as a swimmer and obviously you being included!

I couldn't find the original picture on pinterest so there you go the freaking sticker AHJSJHAHJS.

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Let's start with his main style; I have no idea. I mean… he would be good at all of them, except breaststroke. He would hate it with all his being.

He would be great at swimming butterfly. I MEAN IMAGINE HIM. In fact, I'm sure he would be one of the best in his club swimming this style ( not to mention all of them). BUT, he would also hate butterfly because it is horrible to swim; you get very tired, it requires a lot of strength, endurance and effort (as a butterfly swimmer, I can confirm).

He would have a love-hate relationship with the backstroke… I feel like he would find it boring to be looking at the ceiling all the time, plus he has to be spitting water out of his mouth all the time and would find it annoying. On the other hand, he doesn't dislike it as much as breaststroke. 🤷🏼

Breaststroke. Hate. That's what he would feel about breaststroke. I don't know why I get the feeling he'd be upset that he'd get screwed out of the entire styles race because of one style. He'd be mad cause he never gets to go fast, PLUS he'd get really, really tired. And then if he goes up in time he'd get fits of rage. 😻

Freestyle. It's pretty neutral for him. He likes it, but would feel like it's well… the basics heh. 🤡 But if he would like to swim it quite a bit, but yeah, he's not passionate about it. He prefers to swim backstroke.

Would he like to compete? I feel that he would. But at the same time that no; if the person who trains him does not motivate him and only tells him how badly he does it and that he is not good at it; I tell you that obviously ✨no✨. However, if you go he would be calmer. You would help him to calm his temper. Or maybe only your urge to commit homicide would multiply. Still, it would also depend on how much time it would take away from his free time, if it requires spending a whole day, you will understand that no. But I also feel that competing would help him to release pent-up anger and frustration.

Relays. No matter the situation; whether he likes or dislikes competing, he would love relays. The simple fact of working as a team would motivate him a lot. Also, if they are mixed, that means; girls and boys. He would like it even more because he could swim with you in the relay, this would motivate him even more. ♥

Competitive teammates. It would really piss him off if when you're warming up, the usual idiots in the boat go and swim at 10000 km/h. He would be like, CAN YOU STOP? And I feel like he might be annoyed if they overtook him, but I mean they're HALF AN HOUR TOUCHING HIS FEET. He hates it so much. Luckily you're on his pool lane and you tell him to shut up, so he'll get into unwanted trouble. Also young Eren was super competitive.

Would he be whiny about training? I'm not sure, when he was younger maybe, I mean 10 years old Eren, but not so much now. It's not like they'd send him to do 3x200 with timer, but he'd be pretty neutral. But he would be really annoyed by people complaining out loud, calling attention to themselves, he would think "Can you shut up for a year pls?" He would only accept whines from you, he thinks that you look like a kid.

Regarding the material…

Eren would wear some blue decathlon paddles, from seven years ago, and they still fit him. Grisha bought him a pair two sizes too big and well… when he was a child, his hand would come off and he would always take the ones from the wagon because his hand would come off with his own. But now he doesn't have that problem anymore. Fins; black ones. Half-length. Tube; one of Michael Phelps' brand. He feels all professional. And… He loves wearing a tube. Hat: he would wear one from the club. Glasses: he would wear colored tinted ones. This assface wouldn't bring a bottle of water and would ask you for it. BUT only to you. 👀

Besides that, he'd be well muscled; Eren would be flexible, but only in the arms. The legs he feels like he's about to give birth.

This LORD would love to do dry training. He likes planks, crunches, jumping jacks… but you know what he doesn't like? The mats that smell like feet 🤮. He would always stick to your side, mostly you guys get separated because you keep talking, but now you control it better though.

This puto goes to the gym. He works on everything. He loves to going to the gym. But he likes to go with you. To talk to you and tell you you're doing it wrong. Then the coach comes in, tells him to leave you alone and that you're doing it right. 🌝 - Eren, I SWEAR! - E! E! E! E! Put the weight down and don't come near me! -

This guy in competitions would have girls staring at him all the time. He would feel harassed and would stick to you. In fact one time a girl started talking to him, asked for his instagram and everything. Spoiler: He gave her an instagram that wasn't his, he gave her his stepbrother's. I feel like Zeke would have an all-random name. And the worst part is that it wash. Since the girls look at him all the time he's always glued to you, talking and motivating you. Probably the rest of the club and you included, tease him. You would call him the heartbreaker. 😻

#aot eren #eren #eren x reader #eren yeager #eren x y/n #eren jaeger #eren x you #eren snk #snk headcanons #snk fluff #aot headcanons #fluff aot #snk #aot

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isatumbles · 5 months

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Hi okya Im doing it :3

Topic of the day: Keep Talking and Nobody Explodes

Ive heard of this game ever since it got popular around 2015 - 2017, and it has always intrigued me as a kid! A fun (and stressful) co-op game about defusing a bomb that has several puzzle-like modules on it with no idea how to complete them without the help of an expert? My grabious goodness that was like music to my ears for young me! But unfortunately, I did lose interest as I forgot about the game.. until a certain Roblox game (Looking at you, Defusal) brought me back to this game

Keep Talking and Nobody Explodes, or in its abbreviated name, KTaNE, is just as I said above, a bomb defusal game where one must defuse a bomb with instructions from an expert that can only see their manual! The game comes in a really nice painted aesthetic while keeping the tenseness of having to defuse a ticking bomb! Ill be discussing the general game and mods as well bc why nont

So the game has you go through several sections containing missions that gradually get harder as you progress. Each mission gives you a bomb with differing amounts of modules that can range from slightly easy to quite difficult (Depends on how well you can relay information, for me I am pretty good with all the modules, even morse!). The game sets the atmosphere really nicely with music that swells in intensity as the timer ticks down and the beeping of the timer that goes down, reminding the defuser of their job!

The modules this game presents are all super unique and fun to wrap ones head around, and one may even notice improvement with certain modules after doing them many times! Some modules that come to mind are:

The Button: A large button that can come in different colors and have different labels. The defuser has to either press the button or hold it and release it at a certain time. If the button is held, a light will appear on the right to tell when to release the button depending on the numbers on the timer! (I have a pet peeve watching people play this game and them giving the color of the button instead of the light next to it weeps)

Complicated Wires: Several wires that may come in striped or solid colored, as well as LEDs and Stars indicating if the wire should be cut or not. The expert has to read the given Venn diagram to see if the wire should be cut or not, resulting in heavy mind chugging and additional info such as if there is a port or a certain number of batteries!

The Knob: A needy module (Think a module that reactivates at random times that forces you to focus on it before handling other modules again) that shows several lights and a knob that you have to set in a certain direction before its own timer runs out! This one is a pretty annoying one considering the knob can reorient itself to throw off the defuser!

There are several more modules, but the game only has about 14 modules! So for more customization, the creators made it so the game is moddable, allowing people to make their own modules! Lets just say, as of the time I upload this, there is about 2,000+ modules made by the community. No, I am not kidding. These people have dedicated many years to creating and uploading modules for others to defuse and enjoy, and it is still heavily active with new modules almost every week or two! Some cool ones Ive seen are:

Forget Me Not: A boss module (A type of regular module that makes the defuser and expert record information every time a module is complete, and then having that information be used at the very end when all other modules are done) that displays a single digit for every solve before making you input a code with said digits. This module has plenty of variants and is commonly used in challenges.

Triangles: A group of similar-looking modules that require you to click on the triangles depending on what type it is such as Slipping Triangles, Dripping Triangles, Tipping Triangles, etc. Each have their own unique set of rules that range in difficulty. There are other modules that have similar-looking modules themselves such as the Squares, the Switches, the Flashes, and plenty more, but I prefer the triangles bc theyre my favorite lmofa

Simon Spins: A Simon Says module that has spinning arms with different colors, shapes, and movements. This is my all-time favorite Simon Says module as it is pretty fun to deal with! The large list it has in its manual as well as the unique combos makes it a new experience each time, even more so with seeds!

SO YEA I LOOOVE love KTaNE so much, and Im super glad the community is not only thriving but super friendly too! People are always available to play in the discord server, and some even allow themselves to teach other players how to do difficult modules that may stump new players! Its honestly such a blast and Im sure its a fixation thatll stick with me for a while!

Ill end this off with a large doc that I made for the sake of documenting on KTaNEs history and fanbase! Id be super elated to receive feedback on it and such, go take a look here!

#isarambles #ktane #keep talking and nobody explodes #defusal #game #games #steel crate games #indie games #I love this game a normal amount :3 #No seriously this is like if you took all my interests and shoved them into a package /pos #IT HAS RIICHI MAHJONG STUFF MAN

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benjaminthewolf · 2 years

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Plastic Man Lol

And the Batman to DC pipeline thickens.

Warning: Samesize

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“OH YEAH BABY, AND ANOTHER GAME GOES TO: PLASTIC MAN!” the boisterous, stretchy hero called unrelentingly in glee.

“*tsc* Shut up, Min-Min player.” Booster Gold teasingly mocked as the game went back to the fighter select screen.

“Oh, now look who’s talking, Mr. “I main random”.” Plastic Man swiftly retorted before a sudden chime of “DING-DING” interrupted their reciprocal bout of insults, causing both men to excitedly let out a gasp.

Jointly dropping their controllers and instantly scrambling over to the door like a couple of ravenous hyenas, literally stumbling over each other and barely managing to avoid knocking over one of the many lamps in the house as they did, Plastic Man and Booster Gold ecstatically swung open the front door and positively burst through it, letting out an echoing cry of elation that consisted only of the two simple words once they were finally through. Two little words that are, indeed:

“PIZZA TIIIIIIIIIIIIIME!”

As the gigantic mountain of pizza boxes that the poor, overencumbered delivery person was carrying had already been paid for online during the initial order, the two comedic superheroes, carrying their overboiling momentum forwards, simply snatched up all of those sweet, cardboard rectangles, right out form their quivering arms, whooshed back inside, and let plop them down onto the countertop as Plastic Man casually extended his arm backwards in order to close the door.

“AWWWWWW YEAH!” Plastic Man yowled out while Booster began to rub his hands together whilst drooling prolifically on the floor.

“NOW! Remember the rules we agreed to beforehand!” the equally as exhilarated hero relayed to his friend whilst laying a gigantic, stretchy, almost tarp-like palm over the two equally-sized stacks of pizza boxes that now lay relatively far apart from each other, sitting next to each hero as such, in order to prevent Booster from starting too early.

“Hmm…OH! YES, THAT’S RIGHT!” Booster eventually came to his senses after a while. “We have to start at the same time, we ONLY eat the pizza, so no water, or sneaking in a pepto bismol, just the pizza!”

“And whoever manages to eat the most slices within the thirty minute time frame wins!” Plastic Man finished up for his friend.

“Correct!”

“Then in that case, Booster Gold…” Plas’ voice began to trail off whilst he took hold of his first slice and simultaneously set a thirty minute timer on his phone.

Booster, recognizing that the eating competition was about to start, promptly grabbed onto his own first slice, whilst giving his competitor a nod.

“...on your marks…”

Both men narrowed their eyes in concentration.

“...get set…”

Booster Gold gave his lips a lick in preparation.

“EAT!”

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“Bleeeeeugh……” Booster Gold painfully groaned out whilst clutching his stomach in nausea. “Plas, how did you manage to do that?”

The shape-shifting man in question, in rather stark contrast to his friend, was, seemingly completely fine, despite having just completely downed an entire uncountable mountain of pizza, of course. Plastic Man was standing upright and tall in his pride, with both his hands confidently placed at the sides of his hips.

“I HAVE NO IDEA!” he clamorously answered Booster’s question. “All I do know is, I WON!”

“...yeah…yeah definitely…woofta…” the time traveling hero conceded whilst picking himself up in the aftermath of the food binge. “I’m alright, I’m alright, I just…*burp*, oh…okay much better.”

“Well!” Plastic Man suddenly spoke up once again whilst placing a few fingers under his chin. “Guess that means there’s only one thing left to do!”

At first, Booster was rather confused at what Plas was talking about. That was, of course, until the infamously loud hero continued to voice his thought process out loud.

“Now let’s see…what should I do for my victory…OH!”

Gently wrapping a couple of elongated arms around the waist of Booster before carefully lifting him into the air, Plastic Man proceeded to finish his out-loud train of thought before Booster could object to what was happening, partially to keep him from doing just that.

“I mean I’ve still got plenty of room in here, so why don’t I shove in YOU?”

Booster Gold just couldn’t help but let out a giant smirk of barely controllable laughter the moment things finally settled in his mind.

“Oh boy, I sure am lucky you can safely take the acids out of there!” He proceeded to chuckle lightheartedly. “...and that you’re my friend, of course.”

“AYYYYUP!” Plas tumultuously replied before casually widening his jaws to the point where it became rather trivial to slip ol’ Booster inside. “NOW PLEASE HOLD STILL! This is gonna get messy…”

Rolling his eyes for a while at his old buddy’s dumb joke, Booster proceeded to simply do as he had been requested whilst he was slowly inched forwards into the gaping, stretched-out maw that was laden right before him. Plas began drooling rather uncontrollably as his tongue finally graced the time traveler’s cheek.

“MMM! TASTES LIKE-WELL IT TASTES LIKE…” having suddenly forgotten where he was going with that statement, Plastic Man took a second to regather his thoughts before finally finishing the sentence. “...well, tastes like pizza of course! AAAAAAAAAAAA!”

And, just like that, Booster’s upper body became firmly lodged inside of Plas’ maw, as the stretchy superhero on the outside continued to stroke his slimy, smooth tongue across the man’s face. Plastic Man proceeded to widen open his gullet in order to eventually fit Booster Gold through, whilst his plump, dangling uvula swayed about slightly with each consecutive breath that he took in and out.

Plastic Man carefully inched Booster Gold forwards as his gullet was further stretched. Booster was soon able to gaze directly down the man’s esophagus, as his head was cautiously lodged inside. Eventually, Plas carefully untied his arms from Booster’s middle and moved them over to his legs as he initiated the first swallow. Booster Gold’s head and shoulders proceeded to be squelched past Plastic Man’s upper esophageal sphincter as a considerable bulge began to form itself on the outside.

With his head firmly squished into the walls of the throat, Booster could hear another swallow resonating around the area whilst he was subsequently shoved deeper into Plas’ esophagus. Now, it was only the man’s lower legs and feet that needed to be gulped down.

Plastic Man, as he no longer needed to hold onto Booster so that he didn’t fall out of his maw, proceeded to use one of his stretched-out limbs in order to drag over a chair from the kitchen table for him to sit on as he finally swallowed one, final time, squelching Booster Gold all the way into his throat, and thus, en route towards his stomach.

Naturally, whilst the muscles inside the throat rhythmically shoved Booster forwards, a nice, pronounced bulge had been created on the outside, therefore prompting Plas to gently poke and prod at the thing as it continued to go down.

Eventually however, Booster Gold was squeezed past Plastic Man’s collarbone, and as a result, the throat bulge disappeared, leaving Plas with the only other option of subsequently placing his hands near his awaiting middle.

Booster, meanwhile, was nearing the end of the journey, as Plas’ pounding heartbeat, as well as the distant yet ever-growing growls and groans emulating from his stomach consistently reverberated within the area. Finally, Plastic Man’s lower esophageal sphincter became visible, proceeding as such to squelch Booster Gold’s head out into the stretchy hero’s stomach area, before the rest of his body promptly followed suit.

As was expected, Plastic Man’s elastic, malleable being effortlessly protruded forth from the meal it had just been delivered, a humongous stomach bulge rapidly growing out as more of Booster’s body entered the squishy chamber within. Plas could feel the gigantic weight laying inside his guts as he wrapped his elongated arms around the thing with a considerably pleased sigh, whilst relaxing his body onto the chair.

Booster on the inside, meanwhile, was also getting himself settled down, as he semi-awkwardly wiggled around for a while in order to get himself into a more comfortable position. Eventually finding the one he desired, however, Booster placed his hands behind his head and lay one leg over the other, as he, too, let out a sigh.

Plastic Man’s slick, goopy stomach walls casually churned and shifted around him, occasionally squeezing in for a moment before the eventual release, whilst the natural white noise of glorping and rumbling positively flooded Booster Gold’s ears.

Taking a moment to give the man on the outside a pat, Plastic Man, being suddenly taken aback, couldn’t help but blush.

“Aww…man, well ya didn’t have to do that now, did ya?” he awkwardly stammered out.

Booster let out a lighthearted snicker before at last responding.

“ ‘Course not, just thought you’d appreciate it is all!”

Upon hearing Booster Gold’s admission, Plastic Man grew an even deeper shade of red.

“...I…well I mean…uh…”

“Nah don’t worry about it, Plas! You’re all good!”

Taking Booster’s statement as a means to deflate the awkwardness, Plastic Man gave a sputter before speaking.

“Yeah, no of course, of course there, pal! Uh…thanks!”

“Yoooou’re welcome Plas!” Booster gave a friendly eye roll whilst responding to Plastic Man once more. “You’re welcome.”

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