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He feels it approaching.

The full moon.

As much as he loves Earth, their lunar cycles are hell to deal with.

He can see it in the sky, even during the day sometimes, and he feels the prickling on his skin, the power surging and bursting like a solar flare, wanting to transform, yearning to break free and hit destroy devour...

He’s used to suppressing urges like these.

They still drive him crazy.

His tail tightens around his waist, hidden just like all his other relics of his bloody past.

He lies down, pressing his face into the grass so he can’t see the sky. The blades poke at his skin in a similar way to the power inside him, but poking inward instead of outward. He wills the power of the world to keep this other monster inside him, the one he’s less familiar with but just as scared of as his unbearable rage instinct.

He breathes in and out, in and out. The earthy scent fills his nose and lungs, and he focuses so hard on it he might have drowned in the world below him if it were possible.

Fenn meditates, face down on the ground, until Broly picks him up and places him in their cave, making sure he’s turned away from the entrance and as far away from the moon as possible. Broly places Beh by Fenn, and though he fears harming the little lamb, Fenn takes her into his arms, and the sleepy creature bleats softly at him.

The cycle continues...

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He knows he’s a far cry from who he used to be.

He knows his heart has taken over his power. He has taken over his father’s influence and the blanket of darkness he invited over his own mind. He understands the power and weight of his own choices and keeps trying to look ahead to what he can do to be better tomorrow.

The screams still haunt him. The blood of a galaxy, turned into stardust that slipped between his fingers, still lingers in his mind and rips at his soul.

He can’t take it back, but now he knows that it’s a wasted effort to try to do so. All he can do now is be better for all that remains.

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'Sup, Fenn? Hi, Broly!!

"Yes, I am up!"

Nods in acknowledgement.

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(Same with this boi.)

(Sometimes I remember her and want to come back, albeit briefly.)

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I cannot @ how big he is

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He’s not saying it.

But he’s definitely thinking it.

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Sometimes I think about Fenn and how he’d absolutely say something along the lines of ‘I’m terrible’ and there are people who would jump to their feet screaming ‘NO YOU AREN’T!’ and Fenn is flattered and happy, but also he’d just go ‘I killed trillions of people and I don’t think any amount of being soft and bumping my head against tree branches is going to make up for that’.

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I think he’d give good hugs.

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The purple one is yelling again.

Should he... Should he do something?

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“We’re all having trouble, kid. You’re not special.”

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*wakes up in the morning*

“I’M SUPER DEPRESSED!”

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EMOTIONAL BAGGAGE

Bold whatever applies to your muse. Italicize the things that only somewhat apply / are verse dependent. REPOST, DON’T REBLOG.

been cheated on   |  been bullied   |   had your heart broken  |   broken someone’s heart   |   told a horrible lie   |   been betrayed  |   been framed / set-up   |   stolen something of value   |   overdosed on drugs   |   been drunk |   cheated   |   bullied   |  been publicly humiliated  |   punched someone in the face |   been beaten up   | broken a bone   |   been admitted to a hospital   |  put someone in the hospital   | had a near - death experience  |   been drugged  |   done drugs  |   smoked   |  been arrested |   been homeless  |   been forced to commit a crime  |  died and came back to life   |   kissed someone you weren’t attracted to   |  bled severely |   killed someone   |   been forced to kill someone   | had an attempt on your life  |   made an attempt on your own life   |   lost someone |   loved someone   |  watched a loved one die |   failed to save / help a loved one   |   felt helpless |   watched your world die / disappear   |   had your life’s work stolen /  destroyed

gone without food for over three days |  gone without sleep for over three days  | been tortured / questioned |   been shot  |   been stabbed   |   been poisoned   |   been held prisoner   |   been trapped |   been buried alive   |   been held hostage   |   held someone hostage   |   been stuck in a different world / universe / time   |   been abused by someone who should have loved / appreciated / valued you |   had a panic attack   |   had night terrors   |   been in a car accident   |   lost your job |   lost a fight  |   had sex with a stranger  |   been divorced   |  been abandoned   |   passed out from pain   |   cried yourself to sleep  |   spent a whole day in bed   |   hurt yourself |   taken your anger out on yourself  |   taken your anger out on someone you love |   been used   |   been manipulated  |   felt used  | manipulated someone else   |   had your memories / mind wiped / stolen or tampered with |   been taken over by a hostile force   |   been terrified   |   played a cruel game on someone   |   been forced to smile   |   felt too many things at once |  laughed when you felt like crying   |   been in denial | been denied   |  faced your demons

Tagged by: @splittingxpaths​

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❝Happy Halloween, boys!❞ Taiko has come to shower the men with plenty of homemade "spooky" cookies! Or rather, gives them a large box each.

“Happy Halloween!” Fenn repeats the word a couple of times, enjoying how it sounds, as he takes his present. He brightens at the sight of all the fun-looking cookies, pushing away the intrusive thought that there’s far too much orange, and beams at the namekian. “Thank you for bringing me food and being my friend!”

Broly wordlessly takes his own box and doesn’t hesitate to start eating. He pauses, remembers to say ‘thank you’ with that funny hand gesture that Cheelai had shown him, then keeps eating.

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He has candy corn.

Fenn is happy.

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Big boys get candy apples!

“Candy...?”

“...apple?”

They’re gone in seconds.

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Oh. Grump. Grumpy. Like angry.

“I don’t smile a lot but I... am less angry than I used to be.”

Fenn frowned before remembering that was an angry look.

“Some things make me happy. Like colours and music and trees and having friends and reading things.”

Kazuo looked Fern up and down, smirking a little. "Your really tall, aren't ya? Heh, you remind me of my mate. Would you consider yourself a grump person?" (from askthesaiyangang)

@askthesaiyangang

“Yes I am a tall person. Sometimes trees hit my head.”

He frowned, not sure how to respond. What was a ‘grump person’? He was tempted to look it up right then and there but that would be weird to do in the middle of a conversation. That left one other option.

“What is a ‘grump person’? Is that a thing you do or a way you act?”

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It’s very hard, some days.

He senses them everywhere. Them and their kin, but their kin don’t bother him quite so much. He’s seen their familiar hairstyles attached to all kinds, both naturally and via wigs. He’s gotten used to seeing those shapes and they no longer dig into the scrambled part of his mind and draw out everything he would rather keep inside.

But he feels their power. It grows and grows. Sometimes there’s more than one of each, somehow, and that makes it worse.

Sometimes he hears their voices come over the intercom and it makes him want to scream, drowning out their voices with his own until his throat burns.

People say their names over and over GOKU VEGETA KAKAROT GOKU VEGETA KAKAROT GOKU VEGETA KAKAROT and it builds up and up until he tears at his hair, desperate to focus on anything else.

This hatred, though born out of necessity, is not natural, and Fenn wants to shed it away, as he had done with his gold, his crown, his old name that was no longer his…

He wants to shed away his fear. More and more he wants to shed away what was holding him back, his saiyan instincts telling him that getting stronger was a good thing! Something he should aim for! But he can’t control himself. How could he control himself, if even Shenron couldn’t help with anything more than handing over a handful of medals?

…He likes the red and the blue transformations. The colours are beautiful, and… and…

And he can’t sense them when they use them. A brief respite.

He wonders how he would look, in red or in blue, but then he remembers…

He’s been covered in red before.