#swordfish ii

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[spikelovesjulia]

[iogoodnezz]

Space Cowboy digital version, 2023, digital art

Commission art for Renton City Retro 2023

[jetspikepub]

Spike x Swordfish confirmed

[been-jah-meen]

[lonichedgehog]

Bebop Man

[therosecrest]

[amodernpersephone]

ok but why are paimon and trav surprised the yashiro commission and sangonomiya were in cahoots. i mean. we literally see them. THEY WERE CAHOOTING RIGHT THERE

[alphamecha-mkii]

Bebop Road presents the Swordfish II F1 jet car by Alex Jaeger

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— LACE LATTICE LULLABY: spike spiegel x reader

KINKTOBER DAY TEN: LINGERIE ᥫ cw: nsfw, lingere, blood/injury mention ᥫ wc: 1019 ★ never posting for this guy again ever because i hate him i hate him he is my arch nemesis and i want him dead (he is my all time favorite husband wawa he makes me light headed and gives me a stomach ache and i hate him) cross posted on ao3 — MINORS DNI! —

— YOU WERE JUST FULL OF SURPRISES WEREN’T YOU?

[♡]: spike hates surprises. what? half the time they were stressful, more than anything. they ruined his good mood and only ever made his bad moods worse. and you? you were full of surprises. honestly, the way you’ve wound spike so tightly around your finger is surprise enough. hell, if anything, it’s the most surprising thing you’ve done! but every now and then, you try to outdo yourself, whether you know it or not.

GOD, TODAY WAS SHIT.

It had started off shit, from the moment he woke up and slipped on some unfolded dirty laundry and hit his head against the ground to the moment Ein jumped on his lap causing him to spill hot coffee all over himself. Faye made sure to remind him of the incidents throughout their day together chasing after a decent bounty, making sure to rub into his face how today was just not his day. Especially when he had nearly crashed the Swordfish II into a building after failing to maneuver away from a flock of birds or when a car had hit him when they had chased the bounty on foot or when a door had suddenly flung open and whacked him directly in the face. At least someone was having a good time.

And after all that trouble, they had lost the bounty. One of Spike’s many misfortunes had caused them to get too far ahead for them to chase and hide within a crowded marketplace. And despite going through almost half the trouble, Faye was still gleefully giggling about everything, going as far as calling Spike on their comms to tease him about it, because as much as her day was bad, Spike was definitely having a far worse one. Needless to say, the flight back home to the Bebop was excruciatingly torturous.

Every bone in Spike’s exhausted body screamed and pleaded for rest, begged to lay on his old mattress and sleep for the next two days. His muscles ached and his wounds seared in pain at every moment, every step that took him closer to his room. Though his room was in a sorry state (perhaps in an even worse one than Spike was), it was far more favorable to sleep away his aches than to be awake even a second longer to feel every ounce of pain that surged through his body.

He was grateful at least that Jet hadn’t found out yet that he and Faye had lost the bounty, otherwise he’d be getting an hour-long earful of a lecture on how little funds they had left and how much they needed if they wanted to have a decent next meal. And at least Ed and Ein didn’t crowd on him too much for stories or souvenirs or other such antics, though he was half-certain the pissed off look on his face was enough to care the two away for even a couple of hours. Because really, at the end of a terribly shitty day, all Spike wanted to do was sleep or drink his troubles away. And the Bebop had recently run out of its supply of alcohol (he knows because he was the one to have depleted it), sleep was the best option. He could get some decent shut-eye before he had to get up for a disappointing dinner and to be patched up for his wounds.

With a groan he slides open the door to his room, a brief moment of relief washing over him when he’s met with the familiar sight of a messy, dimly lit, cramped bedroom. Briefly because as soon as he swings the door open, he’s punted in the face with something forceful and soft. Spike lets the pillow thud onto the ground, his body going rigid partly because he was so desperately trying to keep his cool and because, again, several times today he had been hit in the face, he’s pretty sure his nose was somewhat broken and he’s certain that a pillow to the face was only going to make the pain sting a bit longer.

You fail to notice the tired expression on his face or the dried up blood or his tattered clothes when you sit up on his bed and begin lecturing him, and honestly, he’s a bit too tired to register what you’re saying. Something, something, what took you so long, something, something, it was freezing. He only sighs deeply as you get up, he assumes to supposedly jut your nagging finger at his chest, but he watches as you suddenly freeze and your expression changes almost instantaneously.

Suddenly you’re nearly crying, hurriedly and panickedly yelling apologies and gingerly running your hands over his wounds. “What the hell happened to you?” You cry out, your frustrated tone long shifted into one of pure worry and concern. “Oh my God, I am so sorry. I didn’t know— I-I didn’t mean to yell at you—”

He lets you run your mouthful of apologies, sighing through his nose as his hands find purchase in your hips. Spike was meant to rub circles onto your skin, a way to calm you down and soothe himself of his worries, but his hands feel something unfamiliar, the tips of his fingers brushing against something soft and thin. He spares a perplexed glance down at you as you’re rambling away on how you were going to patch him up as soon as possible, and his eyes widen almost instinctively at what you’re wearing.

It’s some thin thing that barely covers your body, a pretty, little, lacey black number that graces your skin so beautifully Spike’s body instantly tenses at the sight, which only causes you to panic really because suddenly he’s stiff as a board. His mouth hangs ajar, saliva pooling inside it and threatening to drip down the corners of his lips.

“Sp-spike? What’s wrong? Does something hurt? Are you—”

Words die in your throat when you feel his fingers play at the hem of your lingerie, boldly tracing against the patterns of the lace with an almost feather-light touch. A shiver runs down your spine as his fingers slowly dip beneath the fabric, wedging them snugly against the garter and your flesh. He leans down, against your ear and he can’t even form the words to speak to you so he pants heavily into the shell of your ear. Spike’s quickly rewarded with a soft whimper from your lips.

“Spike…” Your voice is like heaven, so needy and quiet like it were something sacred.

Today was worth all the trouble.

[usafphantom2]

Swordfish

[jetspikepub]

If this trading card is official does that mean Jet is officially top and Spike is bottom 🤔

[fictoculus]

Dunno if you've done this before, but characters with tall reader!

This is mostly me being sick and having OC obsession brain rot, but the majority of my OCs are 5'9–6'0+ for reference by what I mean for "tall".

Love your writing, by the way! Keep yourself safe and make sure to treat yourself for all the joy you bring your viewers with your writing<3. Also, this is my first request:D

(Thinking about characters like: Venti, Diluc, Zhongli, Traveller, and whoever else you want to write/if you don't write for some of these characters, that's fine!)

౨ৎ them w a tall partner...

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FEAT... aether, venti, itto, alhaitham, diluc

A/N... hiiii anon tysm for the request!! i loveee this idea it's so cute so i'm more than happy to write it ^^ unfortunatelyyy i wasn't able to write anything for zhongli as i js couldn't think of anything, i hope that's ok!!! also thank youuuu! i'm so glad you like my stuff, nd please make sure you take care of yourself too!! hope to see you again soon, enjoy ♡ alsooo i tried out some new colouring!! i hope you guys like ittt i think it's prettyy :3 oh and disclaimer these heights may not be accurate!!! i got them from this website but it seems pretty reliable to meee

✧ aether. - 5'4"

the traveller, the honorary knight, the swordfish II captain, the first sage of buer: just a few of the multitude of titles aether has earned from the many battles he's fought for teyvat. he's always fighting for people, protecting people, blindly jumping head-first into danger; he needs someone to protect him for a change, and that someone is you.

he always feels safe with you, and the way you stand behind him when he's chatting with friends or purchasing items from vendors makes him feel untouchable; evident by the way he practically melts under your touch.

one of the first things people tend to notice about you is your height, and although it doesn't really bother you, aether thinks it's ignorant and unfair. don't get him wrong, he loves your height, but there's so much more to you than that. he wishes people would notice your style, or your personality, maybe even your smile, anything. as long as nobody tries to steal you from him, he doesn't mind.

he'll often find himself being the little spoon while cuddling, and honestly, it's the thing he most looks forward to after a long day of completing commissions and collecting resources.

he loves how tall you are, how gentle you are, how loving you are; he loves all of you, and he hopes you love all of him too...

✧ venti. - 5'5"

venti loves the way you tower over him, and finds your subsequent protectiveness rather endearing.

your height sometimes intimidates people, and discourages them from wanting to strike up conversation with you. venti, however, was never bothered by it, and had no problem shamelessly flirting with you the very second you entered angel's share that fateful day.

the bard struggles to understand how people could possibly be afraid of you. of course, he knows how strong you are, and is aware of the lengths you'd go to in order to protect him, but nothing about your personality was something to be scared of.

the more he got to know you, the quicker he came to the realisation that you're really just a big softie - a gentle giant, if you will.

your impressive stature also means that you can carry him around. venti loves nothing more than being in your arms, face nuzzled into your chest as you take him to bed after a long day, or resting his head on your shoulder and forcing you to lift him up when he 'falls asleep''.

all in all, your boyfriend views your height is anything but negative. he loves you the way you are, and, as cliché as it sounds, wouldn't change anything about you for the world...

✧ itto. - 6'1"

no matter how tall you are, itto will give you piggyback rides. and you will enjoy them. to put it quite frankly, you don't have a choice.

even though you're taller than him, he still loves to have you in his arms, whether that means cuddling, carrying you around, or simply just hugging you from behind. something about having you in his hold makes him feel stronger and more confident than he ever has before.

the members of the arataki gang were shocked when they first met you, genta mistaking you for itto when he caught sight of your silhouette. nonetheless, they have all grown to be quite fond of you, and often leave small gifts on your doorstep which never fail to bring a smile to your face.

your height was something you sometimes felt ashamed of, however, itto always makes sure you feel happy within yourself, and will do everything in his power to wash the insecurities away; showering you in kisses and telling you just how perfect you are...

✧ alhaitham. - 5'10"

at first, alhaitham was slightly embarrassed that you were taller than him, not because of your appearance, but because of how he'd been relentlessly teasing his roommate for his height while having a partner who stands at an impressive 6'5"...

nevertheless, the scribe truly admires everything about you, and will often just stare. even though he wants nothing more than to have you in his arms, he's more than happy to admire you from afar, to watch you go about your day or make idle chit-chat with the local vendors so that he can just take you in; "archons, they're beautiful".

even though he stands shorter than you, he is extremely protective over you; intertwining his fingers with yours whenever he has the chance, and staring down anyone who 'looks at you wrong'. you often tease him for this, poking fun at his pout before kissing it away with a smile, only for it to return as you pinch his rosy cheeks.

the love alhaitham has for you is immeasurable, and the (not so) little things like your height only make him fall harder for you. his heart skips a beat when he feels your arms snake around his waist from behind, being pulled into your chest as you rest your head on his shoulder. yes, you could still do this even if you were shorter, but for him, nothing compares to being able to sink into you; he rather enjoys feeling smaller when he's with you...

✧ diluc. - 6'1"

you and your husband, diluc, stand at a similar height, him just slightly taller than you at 6'1". people often stare when you walk into a room hand-in-hand, but the darknight hero couldn't be more proud.

he never misses the chance to show you off, introducing you to everyone he knows while making sure to subtly flash the wedding ring he oh so gently slides onto your finger every morning. however, as soon as someone dares to make a rude remark about you, your husband has no problem stepping in front of you and handling the situation himself. yes, you're capable of looking out for yourself, but the redhead always feels the need to protect the ones he loves most.

the two of you are a package deal, and are rarely seen apart from each other unless absolutely necessary. diluc can't stand being away from you, and often finds his mind flooded with thoughts of you when he should be focused on the financial papers spread out on the desk before him.

being the taller ragnvindr, diluc often takes it upon himself to hand you items from higher up shelves, knowing full well you can reach them just fine by yourself. "given my stature, wouldn't it be rude not to hand my partner the things they couldn't possibly reach?", he always asks, pressing a loving kiss on your forehead and handing you whatever you were reaching for. such a tease...

thanks for reading ♡ want to read more? my requests are OPEN, so please feel free to let me know what you’d like me to write next!

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1943 05 Swordfish rockets 816 NAS- Roy Cross

By May 1943, No. 816 NAS was a seasoned Royal Navy Fleet Air Arm squadron with a history of anti-submarine and anti-shipping operations. Originally formed in October 1939 aboard HMS Furious with Fairey Swordfish for convoy protection, the squadron had seen action in multiple theaters, including Norway (1940), the Mediterranean (1941), and the Atlantic (1943). In early 1943, it was operating with Swordfish, likely the Mark II variant, which had been introduced that year with metal lower wings capable of mounting rockets—a significant upgrade for attacking surface targets. The squadron’s base of operations during this period is less certain, but it was likely shore-based at a southern England airfield, such as RAF Perranporth in Cornwall or RAF Manston in Kent, or possibly detached to an escort carrier like HMS Tracker or HMS Chaser, both of which it served aboard at various points in 1943.

The English Channel in May 1943 was a critical theater for disrupting German maritime supply lines, particularly as the Allies prepared for the eventual invasion of northwest Europe. German shipping in the Channel included coastal convoys, E-boats (Schnellboote, fast attack craft), and smaller vessels supporting the Atlantic Wall defenses. No. 816 NAS, with its Swordfish, would have been tasked with targeting these vessels, often under Coastal Command’s direction, to degrade German logistics and protect Allied shipping. The Swordfish’s ASV (Air-to-Surface Vessel) radar, operational since 1941, allowed it to locate targets in darkness or poor weather, making night missions a hallmark of its operations.

Equipped with rockets or bombs (torpedoes were less common against smaller Channel targets), they would patrol a sector between Start Point and Ushant, hunting for a German convoy reported by reconnaissance or Ultra intelligence.

In such a mission, the Swordfish would fly low, around 50-100 feet, using ASV radar to detect a target—say, a group of armed trawlers or an E-boat flotilla escorting supplies from Cherbourg to Boulogne. Upon sighting, the lead aircraft might signal an attack, climbing to 500 feet to fire rockets in a shallow dive, aiming to disable engines or ignite fuel stores. The others could follow with 250-lb bombs, targeting additional vessels or scattering the convoy. Success might be sinking one or two ships (100-500 tons each) or forcing the rest to disperse, with the flight returning under cover of darkness to avoid Luftwaffe interception. Losses were a risk; a Swordfish could be downed by flak or a night fighter, though German air cover in the Channel was waning by mid-1943.

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Reader is 23-26 (was in stasis like Faye) and she admits to Spike she never learned to drive and jokes she didn’t really care to learn because “you cant go fast” and “that ships are to advanced for her 1900’s brain”

So Spike teaches her how to fly and go fast

OR if ur currently bored writing for Spike; Link teaches Reader how to ride a horse (so he’s sitting behind her on the same horse)

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((I’ve requested another story before so feel free to disregard so another person has a chance! I feel bad for being greedy haha I love your writings 😭💝 thanks for all your Link, and Spike fics and other characters esp the fluffy ones haha))

Take Flight (Spike Spiegel x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶 𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 (𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗵)

𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗯 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁: @dogsandrocketsocks @pittbull-enthusiast @asuperconfusedgirl @rendartgrimson @abellaheart-blog

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

You knew that anyone born after the Astral Gate isn’t was probably a little ill-informed about what life used to be like. 

  But you didn’t think you needed to explain in so many words to Spike that no, even though there were planes and rockets and things that flew through the air when you were alive, that didn’t mean you ever stepped foot in a cockpit before. His nose twisted up as you explained vague memories of taking trips on planes for an occasional vacation or visit to family. And Faye jumped in to talk about how different cars were back then too. Though she was able to brag about how she managed to get her license way before you did. That wasn’t very fun.

  But after a while, you realized he wasn’t listening to the two of you. You realized he just looking at you with that same intense expression he always has when he’s trying to take apart something and figure it out. Eyebrows furrowed. Lips just barely parted. Stare nice and hard. Until finally, finally, he spoke.

  “Wanna learn how to fly?”

  You remember Faye snickering as you stuttered over a timid “Sure.” But the next thing you were, you were being led outside and being asked what you knew about flying in general. He huffed when you told him that you knew particularly nothing, but he promised that it wouldn’t be an issue as he gave you his hand and helped you climb onto his ship. When you asked if there was any way you start by reading an instruction manual or maybe having your first flight in something that wasn’t built to be a racing ship, he just brushed you off. Told you that he’d be with you every step of the way. And that he’ll start out nice and slow, just for you. 

  It’s a really, really, really tight fit.

  That’s all you can think about when you settle into the cockpit of the Swordfish II with him. You realized that immediately as he brought you to his ship- even before he closed the hatch. There was barely enough room for the two of you. Just one seat, in fact. And the one seat made it so that your only option was to get all close and personal with him. As much as your rapidly beating heart would let you. 

  Which ended up being a lot more than you expected. You’re not complaining though. You’re far too busy being absolutely terrified about all the knobs and buttons and things in front of you right now. Especially the important-looking ones that Spike refuses to explain - even while you’re cruising in the empty air space a little ways away from Alba City. No matter how much you beg.

  “You remember how to hang left, yeah?” He asks you after a while, and you’re able to offer up a quiet nod once you’ve recalled exactly how to do so. Your bodies are pressed so close together that you can’t always trust your voice to say the things you want it to say. But you’ve been making progress so far. Surely you can survive another 30 minutes of Spike’s Flight School, right? “Good. Not too hard then. Just wanna do a loop.”

  Slowly, you fix your grip and follow his orders. He lets out a low whistle- one you can guess means approval- as the Swordfish makes a sharp but somewhat smooth left. So far, flying has been… good. He’s not the best teacher, but he’s been good to you. He keeps you calm and focused and pushes you to step out of your comfort zone. Although it’s a bit hard to make mistakes when it’s Spike’s feet pressing all the buttons and platforms below the two of you, he’s been good about letting you learn how to maneuver for yourself. He’s really only stepped in for a few quick fixes here and there. Including the time when you almost knicked the side of the right wing into oblivion right as you were taking off. 

  But in your defense, you thought you had the right away on the runway! How were you supposed to see that other guy’s ship? 

  “Like this?” You ask him after a while, trying to get a verbal confirmation of how you’re doing lately. “And then I press this thing here, rig-”

  “Stop worrying about that one,” He would tell you with another pat to the thigh as he’d try to redirect your attention elsewhere. He’d tell you to keep steering or to turn these thrusters on or flip this particular switch. You’d follow dutifully to his every word, eager to please (and not die). His voice would still have that nice and low sound that keeps you distracted. But this time, it’s right by your ear as he keeps you rooted to his lap with an arm slung lazily around your center. His other hand points and prodes at different buttons. Sometimes telling you what to do or change. Sometimes doing it for you as he brushes off your concerns. “Just keep her steady for now. You’re doing great, sweetheart.”

  You let out a gasp at the sound of his praise, a smile growing on your face. A small giggle slips out as well as you start to relax a little and feel happy that things have been going well lately. But all too quickly, you’re stopped by the feeling of Spike’s hands placing themselves so they’re gripping your waist in a tighter hold than expected. 

  “Just don’t…” His voice comes out a little strained as he slowly readjusts the way you’re sitting on his lap. You try to look back at him, for just a second. But he’s quick to redirect your attention to the window in front of you by telling you to pitch up. You nearly jump as you turn back to face the front, realizing the ship wasn’t facing the direction you left it in. Spike lets out a groan from beneath you, a sound that’s soft and low and a little too much for your heart to deal with at the moment. But he brushes off your apology with a wave of his hand a murmur that’s almost too soft for you to hear.  “...don’t move so much right now, okay sweetheart? It’s…distracting…”

  You swallow down another gasp at the implication and try to focus on flying.

  For the most part, the rest of the time goes well. Spike steps in once or twice to correct a few things here and there, but he’s more keen on watching you make wide circles and big loops in the sky than hyper-managing your action. Every once in a while he’ll share something with you. A compliment. A story. A cute pet name that you’re not even sure he realizes that he’s calling you. And you’ll share something back too. More stories from what you remember your life was like before stasis. Your thoughts on flying. On how beautiful and big the world is now that you’ve been given the power to explore it for yourself.

  Eventually, you run out of things to say. So does he. But there’s still fuel in the tank and light in the sky. He still has an arm around your center and his chest against your back. And he makes no mention of stopping. No mention of how to land. Of when to land. Or even where.

  So you keep on flying. And he keeps teaching you how to fly. And together?

  You soar.

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built and badly painted the swordfish ii from cowboy bebop :)

i stream a lot of gunpla/model stuff!