Au Fucking Revoir Mister Prince

THE JOURNEY TO THE UNDERGROUND CHAMBER

Gotta write a fanfic so good he HAS to make them canon. Obviously

Do you guys think Shirtaloon ever checks for fanfiction of He Who Fights with Monsters?

Like do you think he threw out the idea of “Humphrey’s Big Engine” in hopes that some fan would write it? Just kicking his feet as he wrote the joke like “oh god, the shippers are going to LOVE this one!”

The chemistry Jason has with all the men on his team can’t be a mistake. Like that HAS to be intentional. He HAS to have written all their relationships as possible.

I refuse to believe otherwise.

So happy to have internet again 😭 was out for a couple months there and it gave me big depression lol. Here’s a Farrah doodle I did awhile back before the other one.

Jason Asano core

i made a list while i was hiking apparently

Jason is essentially his entire team’s platonic service sub.

I will only ship two character if

A) They absolutely hate each other in canon. Like, a full on “on sight” rivalry

Or

B) They have undeniable chemistry the writers inadvertently put in but will never actually be a couple in canon

Conclusion: I hate myself

Part 1

Shishu you cheater >:'(

bingliu(shen) be upon ye

Yep! I’m hoping to finish it sometime soon. I like the idea of Spencer coming into the gas station and (very forcibly) making Jack to take care of himself.

I’m going to write something for Jack x Spencer from Tales from the Gas Station… they live rent free in my head. I have to. (Imma call them Jencer as coined by multi-lefaiye)

Here’s a(n unedited) snippet of what I’ve written so far:

The first time it happened, it was only a few minutes to midnight. Early enough for Jack’s shift to still be considered starting but late enough for absolutely nobody except for the odd passerby to walk in through the doors. With a good ten-something hours to go and few, if any, customers, Jack was content to sit slouched back in his chair with his ear plugs in and book in his lap.

An irritated hand flashed over the pages of his book, waving at him.

Jack frowned as he looked up. His ear plugs weren’t that good, surely he’d be able to hear if they just called out his name…

He froze as his gaze met the face of the man in front of him. Bright red hair styled up and an annoyed scowl set across strong features. Spencer fucking Middleton.

Jack’s hand instinctively darted out to grab the gas station landline, only to be stopped by Spencer, who aggravatedly pulled the phone away from him and took it off the hook. A sign that the phone line wasn’t cut and that, if Jack could find the time to pull it off, he could call O’Brien.

The psychopath’s mouth started moving, as if he was speaking, but Jack couldn’t hear anything he was saying.

“What?” He asked, and Spencer’s full body heaved with the force of his sigh. The psychopath gestured with his hands to his ears and that’s when Jack remembered his ear plugs. Right.

After debating the pros and cons of actually hearing the psychopath out, Jack reluctantly took them out. He set them on the counter where Spencer swiped them off onto the gas station floor. Well, Jack was never going to use those again.

“About time,” Spencer snarled. “Who the hell wears ear plugs at work?”

“You would too if you could hear the shit that happens at this place,” Jack muttered.

“What?” Spencer asked, and when Jack didn’t respond, he just shook his head. He then shoved his hand into his pocket and Jack braced himself for whatever it was going to be. It was way past the running away phase.

A poorly wrapped sandwich was tossed onto the table in front of him.

Jack flinched before staring at it, confused, and then looking back up at his arch nemesis.

“What?”

Spencer looked at the sandwich and then at Jack pointedly. Jack just furrowed his brows down at it and stared. For a while. Waiting for whatever torment Jack had planned for him tonight.

“Oh just eat it,” Spencer snarled, and Jack blinked up at him blankly, wondering if Spencer really thought he was that stupid, before pushing it back towards him.

“No thank you.”

“Why not?” Spencer demanded, having the audacity to actually look offended.

“I’m allergic to poison.”

ASL Apocalypse AU

I was looking through old art and i found a page of those outfits for Sabo and Ace and i knew what i had to do cuz those fits are super cute. I did add a bunch of details, but as a whole, those are the original designs. No i will NOT share this old art , if anyone asks, they will be sent to The Dungeon.

Some extra details 👇

I dont know what caused the apocalypse in this universe, probably some kind of nuke or something.

Ace and Sabo knew eachother before the fallout, they were both 10 at the time. They found Luffy, or should I say Luffy found them, afterwards. I think the story would be essentially the same as their original plot. I just think that sabo “dying” wouldnt happen, and he just wouldve gotten that scar from the event that caused the apocalypse. Although, if it was a nuke that caused everything, the people who signed off on dropping the nuke could still be the celestial dragons in this case, so sabo would still get that scar from em!

I imagine these guys fightin people for abandoned convenience store resources, making tarp camps for themself, helping weary travelers on their way, and finding new clothes on dead people… yeesssss… aesthetic…

The un shaded/saturated versions