#WHICH ISN'T THEIR FAULT I'M JUST COMBUSTING

[starscreamingg]

They should invent a new type of torture called being hyperfixated on something nobody you know is particularly interested in

[mmmichyyy]

#78 and #57 from the new prompt list?

#57. "we could get struck by lightning, but you want to kiss in the rain." #78. "can you be romantic for once?"

(continuation of this secret spies/assassins' ficlet)

"fuck," ian pants, clutching his chest, "that was close."

"well whose fault was that?" mickey snarls, pushing ian against the damp brick wall of the dark alley. "if you didn't take your sweet fuckin' time cutting me loose, we could've avoided the storm and gotten to the safehouse by now."

"well," ian takes a step towards mickey, reaching out to push wet strands of hair out of mickey's face, to which he annoyingly swats away. droplets of rain and blood from their clothes mix together, painting the cement crimson red. "you know i like to take my time with you."

mickey shakes his head, ignoring the swoop in his chest. "you're impossible."

"thought that's what you liked about me," ian smirks, lips ticked upwards knowingly in a way that simultaneously annoys and endears mickey to no end.

instead, he spits out, "who said i liked you?"

ian hums. "maybe you don't like me. but," he presses his thumb right on mickey's pulse point on his wrist. whispers, "you know you need me."

"i don't." mickey isn't convincing anyone, not even himself. "i don't need anyone."

"is that right." ian leans in, warm breath curling around mickey's neck. they're standing close, too close. mickey shivers. "then what was that earlier? hm?"

"i said what i needed to escape." ian's tongue licks along the shell of mickey's ear, and he has to physically bite back from letting out a moan. "it's... it's your fault for believing me."

"maybe you meant it, maybe you didn't," ian murmurs. "but do you know what i need?"

mickey shakes his head, a lump caught in his throat.

ian cradles his palm against mickey's cheek.

"i need to kiss you."

the heavy thrum of mickey's pulse beats against his chest, threatening to escape, to burst, to combust, matching the beat of heavy raindrops against the rusted metal awning above their heads. "we could get struck by lightning at any second now, but you want to kiss in the fuckin' rain?"

"i want to kiss you all the time, actually," ian admits. "but watching you slice open all of the guards' necks with my knife and smash that giant asshole's head in? has me all worked up."

mickey lets out a snort. "knew you had a blood kink, gallagher."

"maybe." ian shrugs, dropping his hand. "or maybe i just want to make out with my partner because we eliminated the target, killed off pretty much the entire criminal organization we've been chasing for the past few months, and i've never been more hard in my entire life."

"jesus christ, you're the most infuriating person i've ever met."

"i could say the same for you."

"i hate you."

"i know you do."

"you almost got us killed."

"but we're still alive, aren't we?"

"you don't listen to instructions, you keep thinking everything's going to be okay, that you're fuckin' invincible, that you'll survive anything. but what if you don't, huh? what if one day your luck runs out?"

"mickey."

"I should've never agreed to take on this assignment with you. you're too reckless, you dive in head first without taking account of the risks, you're going to slip up one day and–"

"mickey."

"if the agency finds out we've been fucking they're never going to pair us together again, let alone see each other–"

"mickey."

"what, gallagher?" mickey says, exasperated. "what? am i wrong? tell me i'm wrong."

ian looks at him square in the eye, unblinking. "do you trust me?"

the question hits mickey's chest in full force, throwing off his equilibrium and almost knocking him over. "what?"

"i said," ian curls his finger around a belt loop on mickey's pants and pulls him close. too close. "do you trust me?"

"what kind of question is that?" mickey sighs, exasperated. "'course i do. you know i do."

"then," ian gently presses his lips against mickey's cheek, "trust me when i say–" nose "–i won't let anything–" the other cheek "–happen to you–" temple "–okay? i would take a fucking bullet for you before i let you die on me." bumps their foreheads together and sighs. "it's just you and me against the whole fucking world."

it's moments like this, when ian says shit like this that punches the air out of mickey's lungs and fills him with a fire that incinerates his blood. moments that confirm ian goddamn gallagher will be under his skin until his last dying breath.

"i got your back, mickey," ian says quietly. "do you have mine?"

of course i do you idiot, mickey wants to scream. how can you not know that? you're everything to me. how could you doubt me? how?

but then he sees it. the tiniest hint of vulnerability in ian's eyes, blink and he might've missed it. a tiny crack in the porcelain façade of ian's confidence, a startling contrast to his usual cocky demeanor.

and mickey knows. knew it from the very beginning, actually.

as much as he needs ian, ian needs him too.

they need each other.

"i do," mickey nods. "i always got your back."

"so," ian's eyes meet mickey's own, a faint hint of a smile on his face, "can you be romantic for once and let me kiss you in the rain?

the lines between hate and love, truth and lies, rationality and emotions, pain and pleasure - they have always been a thin boundary for mickey. in his way of thinking, his actions, in the way he breathes - a dangerous contradiction constantly teetering between life and death.

and well. how often will he come across a person who will not only accept his flaws and detriments, but also willing to walk the line with him?

"fuckin' do it then," mickey breathes and ian doesn't hesitate to close the distance between them, gently slotting their lips together at first, then eagerly intertwining their tongues and drinking each other in as the rain pours around them.

kissing ian gallagher is careening off a cliff, an adrenaline rush, a rollercoaster ride. it's also soft waves crashing on the shore, a warm cup of coffee in the morning, a cigarette after a long day.

kissing ian gallagher feels like coming home.

and mickey will chase that feeling for the rest of his life.

[marigolddove]

💔Lovesick!Howdy Imagine

Request by: Anon

I know you probably want a one-shot and I absolutely will be doing a one-shot for Lovesick!howdy, this is just to have some ideas out there and to give you a taste of lovesick!howdy, haha. I'm having a bit of a block ATM and I'm still working on my Mafia Wally fic and my own personal fic on AO3 so my mind is a bit swamped (which is all my fault really cuz I have too many ideas at once).

Warnings: Obsessive/Possessive behaviors, angst, delusions, mentions of violence/aggression, unhealthy dependencies.

🐛🐛🐛

When Howdy first starts feeling the effects of his illness it's...different.

Like, he was already so enamoured with you every time he'd see you anyway!

When you were shopping, at events thrown by Sally or Julie, or on those days when you would offer so sweetly to help Howdy around the shop.

Oh he was already falling for you, he had no doubts about it.

But lately things have been...weird, scary even.

Here lately when he sees you he can't stop looking at you. At all. Even when part of him wants to, even when you look up and catch him and give him a soft smile that makes his breath catch and his knees weak (that smile has been getting shaky the more you've caught him but he can't tell).

He feels like he can't breathe when you look at him, it's so overwhelming; but he doesn't want you to stop! Oh no, the opposite actually.

He was certain that if you stopped looking at him for too long he would combust, his body and mind burns when you aren't around, aren't looking at him or speaking to him.

And it is so scary, for everyone not just him.

You notice first, of course, you are so sweet, so caring. Of course you would notice he wasn't himself first! You love him! He knows you must.

You have to.

Gosh, if you didn't love him...well there wouldn't be any point of sticking around would there?

Of course he could always just wait for you to fall in love with him, he'd wait forever and a day for you.

Maybe it was mighty off of him to start abandoning his duties around the shop, and okay maybe it was weird for him to peek into your windows; but it's been days since he's seen you! Everyone claims they haven't seen or heard from you, which he feels like must be a lie.

Someone as sweet and social as you wouldn't just cut everyone off, especially him!

Why are they all lying? Why are they all hiding you?! He would never hurt you!

Who were they to judge him! Who were they to keep you two apart! He needs you, now more than ever.

He needs your sweet smiles, soft and caring touches and comforting aura.

The bugdega becomes a shadow of what it once was and it affects everyone in the neighborhood.

Howdy refuses to clean it, refuses to make more orders or restock until you're back.

He admits he goes a bit overboard when he practically trashes Poppy's home on his hunt for you, Poppy is—was his friend, everyone was, but then they all lied. Liars aren't friends.

Not when their lies hurt.

He wouldn't have to be so confrontational if someone would just tell the truth! If you would just come and see him like you go off and see everyone else in secret now!

Julie says you left, that you took only what was necessary and left the neighborhood.

That was a mean lie, a hurtful one, it made him feel hurt all over.

Made his chest ache, his fuzz stand on end and his head swim, but most of all it made him see red.

Why would she say that?! Why would anyone say something so horrible; so awful?!

You wouldn't do that! Leave all your furniture and beloved knick knacks and movies and books; your collections of memories, you wouldn't just abandon all your friends.

You wouldn't abandon him.

Some things are a...blur to him after that. He isn't sure what he did, but it wasn't nice or good and it wasn't anything he should be capable of; not Howdy Pillar, friendly and kind shop keeper, beloved member of the neighborhood.

Whatever he did it was bad enough to make Barnaby hit him, shove him, why would Barnaby hurt him now? Didn't he understand he was already in so much pain? Weren't they friends?

Things are wrong when you aren't here to help him.

The rest of the neighborhood is quick to react, Wally is the man with the plan.

He tells Howdy that you're resting at Home and that he can go see you as long as he calms down.

Finally!!

The truth and some help, Howdy knew he could count on Wally! He's the friendliest and most helpful in the neighborhood, after all!

What Howdy doesn't know is that you really did leave, intending to come back when you received word things had calmed down or that Howdy was okay.

You couldn't stay after hearing him try to open your door while you "slept", you had stood in silent horror as you watched the door handle jiggle and the door strain from his weight.

Thankfully he hadn't tried any harder than that, since the sickness hadn't reached its true peak.

And now, as Howdy moves deeper into Home, his heart beats impossibly quick and his ears ring as he imagines your sleeping form in Wally's guest room.

Only for the front door to slam shut behind him, but he doesn't care yet.

It's only when he finds the guest room empty that he starts to feel tricked, and when he realizes that Home is entirely devoid of you or anyone else he knows he's been tricked.

Now it's too late, he's trapped in here. Without anyone, all his friends must be outside laughing at him.

And as he shouts, shakes and bangs at all exits he can find he imagines you, so radiant and enchanting that it blinds him to the horror that his life is.

Like I said I fully intend on making Howdy content this is just a taste, I love making and reading imagines like these, I hope you enjoyed this!

[joyswonderland1108]

What?

How is it even JK's fault that Tae can't travel to see him and support him?

First of all, and i'll say it beforehand i don't know the exact details of the law so don't ask me about any further information, i know it very superficially if you need more information you might want to ask a K-army or a K-friend in general. With that being said, since BTS announced and publicly that is that they're cancelling their military service postponement and will be enlisting after the completion of their solo activities, they are now bound by the military rules.

Which means, the boys cannot travel outside of the COUNTRY, without an official schedule aka something related to their work, whatever other activity they decide to do while out of the country is their own business but they just can't travel for "fun" and supporting another member is actually inside that "fun" box it ain't no official or professional schedule.

Up until now the two times we were sure Jimin was there for members (Hobi and Yoongi) he still had a professional schedule aside but he took the chance to make it in time to support his hyungs. A friend brought up Joon in Spain with his family and while it might look like a regular vacation for some but he DID have a professional schedule, he also took that opportunity to make it a mini family trip, it's basically a win-win situation, you get an official schedule you grab the opportunity which is always great to see our boys having a good time.

Now, Jimin is "coincidentally" (I don't think it's coincidental at all but you feel me) having an official schedule during this period, was it pre-fixed or was he able to arrange it to be able to support our Maknae AND get some work done? Maybe, maybe he went for the two birds one stone strategy. Up until now we have no idea what's up, will he be able to attend GMA or not, we have NO IDEA.

For all we know, Tae doesn't seem to be having any official schedule for now, not in Paris not in the US so again, no official schedule means no flying out of the country. So why tf is JK to blame? He's not the one making up official schedules. Their only concern is Jimin and i'm sitting over here thinking why aren't they questioning why wouldn't Yoongi go too? Since apparently Tae is being "held back by the evil step-mother that is Hybe" to go support the love of his life, Yoongi isn't held back by anything so why isn't he going? Makes us go back to the same point which is : No official schedule.

Second of all, Bitch! And if Tae isn't interested in going on a 10+ hours flight just to support a member, doesn't even have to be JK and even if the military rules weren't applying, he doesn't have to, why do they make it seem like it's a MUST that Tae should go to support JK, support isn't just by being physically present, how do they know he's not very actively encouraging him via messages and video calls?

Bitches are quick to assume Jikook aren't even texting each other but now they're assuming that about TK as well or..? And again if it's Tae's choice to not travel all the way to the US for one day, then how tf is JK to blame? It's not like JK has been plotting with the evil step-mother again to stop Tae from going to him dafuq?

It's one thing to be a delusional shipper and another to be a delusional maniac. This isn't just shipping blindly, this is projection, very blurred lines between reality and fiction, dementia? Please go get treated in a mental hospital. I know someone else was saying that Jimin is going to grab the attention yada yada, why is he grabbing the attention just when it comes to JK? Why wasn't that said about him when he went to support Hobi and Yoongi?

All this bla bla bla and we're not even a 100% sure Jimin is going to GMA anyways, they're already combusting just at the thought of Jimin and JK being in the same country, same city. Chile~ anyways so.. SEVEN IS COMING!!!!! Are you ready? Personally i'm not, but i am at the same time.

(Tagging this under Jikook because well.. Jikook.)

[druidx]

As per your recent post, here is a character and three words as requested:

Alexis: hand, cottage, incident

<3

Hmmmm. It's, uh. A bit longer than a drabble... (Also I wrote it off the cuff with no references so apologies for any errors)

CW: Fantasy religion Setting: Vanilla Fighting Fantasy Tagging: @hannah-heartstrings @jacqueswriteblrlibrary

That Bird is Trouble

"Egrim, oh most devotional servant of the Green?" A dark-haired dwarf looked up from the ledger on his desk, peering over a pair of spectacles at the shadow hovering in his partly open doorway. "Hmm?" "Might I trouble you, oh devout one?" "Ye already used that one. Yer gettin' sloppy, hen." The shadow cleared its throat. "Gracious Abouna, whose perception is second only to my own, might I trouble you for a liddle iddy biddy pinch of healing?" Abouna Shiverstaff huffed out a long-suffering sigh. As if taking this as a positive sign, the shadow drifted a little closer. "What did you do?" he asked, rolling up the green sleeves of his vestments. "I, ah, burnt my hand." "Well, come on then. 'Tis called 'lay on hands' for a reason."

The shadow changed from a shadow to a short, middle-aged woman with russet skin and dressed in black leather armour. A hand is produced, the flesh bubbled and raw. "Alexis," Egrim said, after staring at the grotesque appendage, "what in the Pit did you do now?" "It's Chrackle's fault. He bet me I couldn't get this one shiny." "Ye made a bet with the bird?" "Well, look, see. If he'da gone after it, like he wanted, Sel would be scraping roast magpie off the street. So, in a way, isn't it better that I made a bet with the bird?" In response, Egrim let out another long-suffering sigh and began to chant under his breath. Curlicues of green light reached out, caressing the wounded hand. Alexis kept quiet as he worked, not wanting to ruin his concentration. He finished, and she flexed the new-formed skin like one might work in a glove.

"Thank you, o magnanimous one. I'll leave my donation with the delightful gentleman on the door." "Ah, ah. Not so fast there, jargh. Just what was this shiny t'was so precious and how does it relate to your burned hand?" "Oh well, the last part's easy. There was a trap." Egrim looked at her sharply. "There was a trap, and you missed it?" "Oh, no. I didn't miss it. I can tell you exactly what power of combustion spell it used, and the expertise required to make it, and how I would replicate it myself. Given a little more time I could probably have told you who made it and where to find them. "But, uh. I didn't exactly go out this morning thinking I would need to disarm a trap and thus I didn't have the particular tools one might need for a trap of that calibre so I. Hmm. I tripped it." Alexis sniffs and twitches her nose, eyes darting away. Egrim pursed his lips, unimpressed gaze lingering long enough to make the woman squirm. "And the shiny?" Egrim asks, in a fatalistic tone. "A broach, made out of a silver metal and mother of pearl. Given the power of the trap, probably mythril. An elven design, I think. Very expensive but maybe not unique – I'm sure I've seen the design before." "And of course," Egrim says in an even tone, "once you'd done your appraisal and gawked over it for a bit, you'd have put it straight back?" Alexis says loftily, "Yes, of course. And quite frankly I am offended by you insinuating otherwise." Egrim snorts. "So where did you find the shiny then?" "A little cottage in Crystalwick. I'd just been to see Sel, and Chrackle was being a nuisance as I left, so I followed him." "Makes sense ye've got most in common with the magpie…" "I heard that. Anyway, it's a pretty little place, covered in a climber of white flowers. Single story, loosely latched shutters, in a display case next to a desk, which is probably how the nosey bird found it." Egrim is frowning. "Was there lots of moon-related iconography around the place?" "Yes, now you mention it." Egrim huffed out a despairing chuckle as he stood to select a book. He flicked to a page and twisted the book around. "Was this the design, by chance?" "Yes. How did you–?" Egrim burst out laughing. "Oh! Oh, Logaan got his hooks into Chrackle today, eh?" "Abouna Shiverstaff!" "Ye tried to burglarise the high priestess of Lunara!" Egrim cackled, hysteric. Alexis' face filled with dawning horror. "I didn't." "You surely did." "I'm gonna kill that bird!" Egrim hauled in lungfuls of air, waving a hand. "Nay, stay yer hand. Yeth Imryll's a patient lass. Just go offer to reset the trap, and all will be forgiven." Her eyes still flashing with anger, Alexis gave Egrim a courtly bow. "Thank you for your advice, Abouna. Blessed be." "Blessed be," Egrim said breathlessly, making an attempt at Galana's symbol. With that, Alexis stalked out, muttering threats to turn Chrackle into a pie.

[maguro13-2]

Darkness Reborn ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Final Struggle (1/6)

"Inside the Shadow Realm..."

[Organization XIII - Yoko Shimomura]

Demon Vibe : At last, did you really think that the false hero of Soul World has waken up to reality?

Xehanort : Indeed, Demon Vibe. That Maka Albarn and her friends are nothing but fools to Shinra's Kind. The entire world of Soul Eater has finally ceased to exist. This is her real moment to wake up into Reality. The Adolla that is nothing, spontaneous human combustion was the not the way destroying planets after you failed to sabotage Shinra Kusakabe's world in order to the unleash the darkness into the universe.

Demon Vibe : That's correct. Shinra banished me to this so-called Shadow Realm, it was going to be my glorious dream of conquering the entire galaxy, his people, comrades, and loved ones were just pawns in the palm of my hands. I manipulated the entire Ohkuboverse from start to scratch when it comes stories that he wrote were all just a bunch of make believes. The evangelist was the only creation that will open the door to darkness which was a part of plan, but he foiled with his so-called heroism that is his influence and I led him to the creation of Soul World, the world that he manifested it with the powers of Adolla that originated from the Nothingness. Putting his world into despair was the gift that I borrowed from Sephiroth in terms of the manipulation that I did, and in turned--manipulated Shinra, his people, and everyone else into opening the door to darkness to myself. But now...All my plans have ruined, The Evangelist that I created was destroyed and It was my fault that I failed.

Xehanort : So he brought the seven world rings to complete his tale, but in terms of it, he and his people were annihilated by the Time Eater, but only others survived the attack using the power of the Ocarina of Time, the instrument that could bring those to the Real World itself in alternate timelines. Some can go to their childhoods, youthoods, and their matureness. You want to know how the world of Soul Eater gonna end when the hero herself would collect those seven rings to complete her tale. She'll have to wake up and seek truth to believe that there is no such thing as the World of Soul Eater, despite being a creation of Shinra Kusakabe's influence.

Demon Vibe : Affirmative. The Kishin was only a mere Embless Heartless of the original killed and betrayed by Shotaro, she figured it out that the kishin she fought was just a mere puppet controlled by me. She is such a bigger fool to imagine than Shinra Kusakabe himself. But I know someone that could be a deal with Maka Albarn herself.

Xehanort : There is one that I have been saving for a quite sometime, a long time Maka was only a child that caused the destruction of society in all of Japan that the started the Shattering event. I perfected the heartless counterpart made from Maka's heart and soul and created it into becoming the new warrior born from within the Darkness. I call her Heartless Maka.

Heartless Maka : Greetings, Master Xehanort. I am Darkside Albarn, the Meister of Darkness. But you can call me

"NEWCOMER : HEARTLESS MAKA IS HERE."

Demon Vibe : So this is the heartless that Ansem was working on...No, you worked on it before you created Ansem. This will be her own greeting to me the hero who defeated a false-god that I controlled.

"After the DWMA's downfall..."

[Hang Castle/Mystic Mansion Zone]

[inaudible]

Demon Vibe : Maka...(laughs evilly)

Maka : Huh?

Emine's Voice : Shotaro...(laughs evilly)

Shotaro : What the--?

Shaula's Voice : Hey, Halberd Girl. I'm right over here! (laughs evilly)

Tsugumi : Hey, isn't that...?

[Metamorphosis - Sota Fujimori]

Demon Vibe : Children of the Ohkuboverse. Open your eyes and seek into the truth!

Shinra : What's going on? Who's voice this!

(the three eye symbol appears)

Maka : Is this the original Kishin?

Seto : That's no Kishin, that's someone who ruled the entire Shadow Realm for ages.

Demon Vibe : (laughs evilly) Greetings denizens of light and truth. I am Demon Vibe, the ruler of the Shadow Realm.

Tsubaki : Hey, we know who you really are. You're the entity who manipulated Shinra and tried to take over the galaxy!

Asura's Voice : That's right, it was this three-eyed entity that created the entire Ohkuboverse.

Shaula's Voice : Only to make fools out of you and couldn't handle the truth, thanks to Shinra Kusakabe's influence that made you all becoming parasitic beings like you!

Tsugumi : What? Demon Vibe? So that's why the Shaula it attacked me because of the spreading influence we were under?

Demon Vibe : What a surprise for you four heroes of defeating four emperors of Evil, the ohkuboverse version of the four great ones or Pokemon likes to call it the Elite four.

Maka : So the final villains we faced with in the Ohkuboverse were the elite four?

Shotaro : Four Great ones?

Tsugumi : And the Four Emperors of Evil?

Demon Vibe : And that's not all, I want to congratulate on Shinra for defeating the Evangelist, which happens to be an astral puppet of my consciousness that I manipulated and in turn--manipulated him and his people. (laughs evilly)

Shinra : So you're the one that is behind the blame game, huh? It was you all along and I knew that you did this from the start of the Ohkuboverse. You've been staging the stories that our author made was only for us to be doomed in a pool of lies, deception, and foolishness. You sabotaged my world for galactic conquest.

Shotaro : Now I understand what made me realize to create the Mabuki, I created them to prevent the Heartless ever being unleashed from the realm of Darkness itself.

Tsugumi : We've bee duped by an entity of cosmic horror?

Maka : So it was you that was controlling Asura's heartless, it was you that set up everything and we've been tools to the will of Shinra Kusakabe in order to keep this all a secret. But I just got one question for you. Why in the Real World would you do this?

Demon Vibe : (Snickers) Tsk, Tsk. That's a good question that is a rhetorical one, Maka. To tell you from the eyes of Truth, you are the only hero that has ever witness the eyes of truth itself. In the year 2006 A.D, you knew that truth was going to win it all and let it spread the entire planet just like how the witches seek into Truth. From your ancestors, there is neither a Shinigami nor a God in the Ohkuboverse, neither was there madness that spread by the lies. The madness that tried to spread was ceased to function by the hero Hercules!

Maka : What!?

Seto : Hercules? So the madness that tried to make the world go insane was Hercules and it was ceased to function only by him?

Maka : So that so-called evil god Asura didn't spread it?

Solva : It was nothing more than the influence of the hero of Greece. All of that madness had to be stopped by Hercules and he had Truth to ceasing it to function. So the madness from the Ohkuboverse was only just a concept from Greek Mythology.

Maka : You mean all of that courage was for nothing? [To Demon Vibe] Why you cosmic two-time manipulative bastard! You did this to me! You fooled me right from the beginning of the Ohkuboverse! King Phanto was right! You did it! You did this to us all! You lied about Crona becoming a Kishin, using the forces of evil as a diversion, and spread the lying from Shinra Kusakabe! I cannot believe that you would do such things in my entire life!

Seto : So you used your powers and Angel Vibe's to create the entire Ohkuboverse as a front so that you could conjure the entire planet and would take control of the Galaxy.

Demon Vibe : That is indeed correct. And I, Demon Vibe, would've gotten away with it, spreading lies from humanity's face, if it hadn't been for you and these interloping adolescents.

Seto : Hey, that reminds me one thing. That's "Meddling Kids" to you, space creature.

Demon Vibe : And that resurrected Shinra Kusakabe, I'd be ruler of the Galaxy or the universe as a part of my dream for galactic conquest. Now then I will give you a demonstration to show who doesn't know about Shattered Resonance and Soul Resonance, any type of resonance that was made from the Devil himself shall be vanquished and cease to exist!

[The Crazy Program - Fumie Kumatani]

*DBZ/One Piece SFX : LOUD BOOMING*

Seto : Solva, check the radar on the map!

Solva : I don't believe this! He's coming out of the Shadow Realm! This could be one thing! Something might happen to this galaxy, will be done for! More importantly, this entire galaxy will be done for! Maka, you gotta do something!

Grim (Metal Sonic) : You are this galaxy's only last hope for defense!

Maka : Me, but I'm no hero to Soul World. I was all in a lie just to prove for me being a liar.

Seto : Being a hero to Soul Eater is stupid for you! You need to save Real World AU or else your family tree, Kin, and your ancestor's heritage will be all gone, just like how Shinra and his people were killed by the Time Eater!

Maka : Time Eater...?

(flashing images show the Time Eater, disugied as Homura Akemi, killing the Fire Force characters and flashes back)

Maka : You're right. They died because of Demon Vibe, they died for being manipulated by Demon Vibe. Shinra lost everything to him dearly and it's all my fault that I led everyone to be involved! I don't want to show the world with valor just yet! I'm gonna show valor to the Universe! That's what I'm about to do, I'm gonna reunite someone the most!

??? : Well perhaps. I know someone who could be interested reuniting with the King of All Phantonians, incluindg you, Maka. Sounds like you are quite the appetite that is about to be fed to the heartless. That Shinigami scumbag had to be a named Shotaro who fooled into thinking that demons weapons were from the made from magic, but it's Alchemy and that was a human's ultimate taboo for using it.

Soul : Huh? Who are you? I don't remember you do I?

Lord Phanto III : I am Lord Phanto III, King of Earth's moon, son of the King of Mars, Lord Phanto II.

Maka : Lord Phanto III? How did you know you are Lord Phanto III, and how did you know that I am Maka?

Lord Phanto III : Because, you and Moirai are my daughters from Jupiter. Your older sister was born on the Moon while you were born at the sanctuary around 22 years ago.

Seto : You must be Maka other's father, Lord Phanto III.

Maka : My other "What"?

Moirai : You remember him, Maka. This is our father who gave you the blood of a our race.

Maka :...My other father

"This man is the secret ruler of earth and is truly my other father."

[The Extra Zone - Hideki Naganuma]

"THE FINAL STRUGGLE BEGINS!"

~ 115th Scene : Phanto's Return ~

[jollyreginaldrancher]

Yellowjackets S1 E8

Tumblr didn't save my draft 😭

It basically boiled down to I DON'T CARE ABOUT ANYTHING ELSE RIGHT NOW JUST GO BACK TO THE TEEN LESBIANS I NEED TO KNOW IF THEY'RE ALRIGHT

Is Taissa really admitting that she's kind of settled for Simone and is still in love with Van? It's sweet for my Vanissa shipping heart but really cruel.

Also Shauna's boy toy is giving Ezra Fitz vibes. If he starts baking pies, Shauna should run. Oh, he's got a cabin in the woods he wants to take her to? Where have I seen that before?

Misty continues to slay. Nat continues to not. She's really blaming Jackie for her own shit? Not that Jackie is not on a warpath since finding out Shauna's pregnant with her boyfriend's baby and not her own.

They're all lesbians your honour 😘

I thought Jeff not taking his undies off on his way to the shower was proof that he was the glitterballed bandit but it was the other guy I guess. I dunno, it still could have been Jeff. Maybe they were even in on it together. My thing is how did Shauna not feel the glitter balls rub up against her when they danced the horizontal dance?

Taissa was right about one thing this episode: it IS her fault her girlfriend got MAULED by a wolf.

Laura Lee is going to die, isn't she?

Yup

😭 I shouldn't be sad, that was one of the dumbest deaths but still. At least they'll have food for the winter...oh wait, the plane exploded. It's giving Titan. Did they at least drag the wolf corpse back? Also how did her teddy bear spontaneously combust? Or was it a different fire that just hit the teddy first?

One thing's for sure: that teddy is not an ally

Also I think it was in this part that I speculated that maybe Callie is not the baby Shauna was pregnant with during the crash since if she came back with a baby they'd either assume it was Travis or the coach's but everyone seems to be assured it was Jeff's and at least Jackie's parents didn't seem to think they happened to get together before the crash. Which means either she miscarried it or... Yeah. Who knows, maybe it was natural causes and not cannibalism. Like surely they'd sooner cannibalize one of the bigger people before resorting to killing and eating a baby.

RIP Laura Lee.

Van is not out of the woods yet and good god I saw the inside of her mouth from not the normal angle and that's gonna stick in my mind. That whole sequence was torture. But she's a fucking trooper. I've got my fingers crossed that at least she'll pull through. They didn't seem to talk about her like she died so I am just hoping she's alive.

Also I don't care about Nat and Travis but his high school bully? Ouch. Also why wasn't his brother their first port of call for info about him when he died? Is the little guy dead too? Did he die in the woods? He didn't even seem a possibility so I'm guessing it happened a while back. Must have been during the accident.

[hellfiremunsonn]

Beth I hear you calling. Eddie Munson x Reader.

Beth I Hear You Calling.

Part Two of “Mrs. Freak” (Read part one

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I do not allow my writing to be republished anywhere other than my own blog without my consent

Summary:

"Your ‘Mrs Freak’ story was so freaking good!!! My heart combusted with cuteness. Can you please do a part two where their baby is born??! That would be so adorable cause dad! Eddie would be everything"

(Requested)

(Suitable for younger audiences) 18 + IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.

Warnings: mentions of throwing up, mentions of sex, other than that pretty fluffy,Dad Eddie! Word count: 747 

AN:Definitely the shortest one I've written, but I couldn't bring myself to write anymore, it was so simple and sweet that I kept it the way it is. 

I always knew Eddie was going to be an amazing father but seeing him in action with our baby girl was enough to make my heart explode. He was holding her every second of everyday and would only let me hold her when I had to feed her, and even then he was right next to me, praising her, and praising me. We named her Beth after that one KISS song that Eddie sang so much and it just kind of stuck. Our little Beth. 

I walked back into the living room of my parents house after throwing in a load of laundry. We stayed at Eddies most days but came home often to steal their laundry machine so we wouldn't have to go to the laundry mat with a screaming infant. Not that she screamed often, she was almost always happy, especially when with her daddy. 

Standing just in the doorway of the room I watched them together. Eddie was laying on his side next to her, where she was laying on the floor with one of those weird hanging toy things over her. He talked in response to her babbles as if he could understand exactly what she was saying. Eddie wasn't always this clam and collected with her in the beginning. Not to mention during the whole birth experience. There was lots of panic and screaming and not from me. He paced frantically around the hospital room probably the whole time. It frustrated him knowing he couldn't do anything to help me other than be there for me and hold my hand. He hated knowing I was in pain and it was sort of his fault. 

But now here I stand, watching my fiancé play with our child. The floor creaked under my foot and Eddie looked up at me still smiling. "Hey pretty mama" 

I walked over and joined the two on the floor, tickling Beths tummy lightly and she kicked her feet with a laugh. "How's my favourite girl doing" I asked.

 "Great, as per usual, except for when she threw up directly on my face, isn't that right princess" He said cooing at her. I wrinkled my nose at the thought. 

Leaning my head onto eddies shoulder a content sigh left my lips. "Did you every think we'd be here?" I asked.

"Never in a million years did I think I'd find someone, let alone someone who'd be willing to have my kid and marry me" Eddie said quickly. As if this was something he had thought about before. "I got really lucky with you" He said while pulling Beth into his lap and tipping her nearby bottle into her mouth which she sucked on gratefully. "I never thought someone like you would even look in my direction" 

"How could I not?" I questioned. "You're hard to miss" I said teasingly. "Ha, ha, very funny" repositioning himself so he could rock Beth slightly side to side, her eyes drooping slightly. "I'm serious though" He said in almost a whisper. "You were just so happy, and full of light, and laughter, everyone around you loved you and you bring out the best in people. Hell you even got me and Steve to become friends and that's something I really thought would never happen... You are just simply perfect" He said looking up at me.

 Through watery eyes I tucked his hair behind his ear and leaned forward to kiss him slightly on the lips. "You are the best thing that's ever happened to me" I said. "Well maybe Beth is but you helped"

He stifled a laugh in fear of waking our tiny baby in his arms. "Yeah I guess I did kinda help with that... Was a good night" He smirked. "Apart from you getting food poisoning"

"Not one of my finest moments I'll admit"

"I didn't think such a small human could puke so much, and I'm not talking about Beth"

"I didn't even think any human could puke that much, I was out for like three days!" I said laughing. "Thankful I had you to take care of me" 

"Forever and always" He said leaning over to kiss me on the forehead. "Although were probably never having sex again"

"Not with you holding her 24/7"

"Well I can't just put her down babe, I mean look at her, how could I not" He said softly looking down at her. 

"I guess I can live without sex when she's getting the best daddy ever out of it" 

[lululawrence]

Why are people blaming jeff azoff for britney spears' problems?

i... i don't know to be honest. lollll i think some people found that jeff was one of the people with CAA (the company he was working for at the time) who handled some contracts that britney had with her residencies. iirc CAA was a company that handled touring for musical acts, so if he was assigned to the team to work with britney, his job would have been to help make sure the agreements went through between venues, artist, etc. at least to some extent. that was my understanding and assumption when i saw that he was a name that showed up on those documents that people were posting about the other day. i didn't have time to read through them all and honestly forgot they were a topic of discussion until now lol

here's the thing. people like having someone to take their anger out on. it's fair. especially after the last two years and with current events, there is a lot to be angry about and if we keep it all in, we will self combust. but going out there and making blanket decisions about people, their motivations, work ethic, etc in order to have them fit the role of the bad guy in whatever situation we see them in isn't really the best way to handle it either, and i feel like that's kinda what's happening with jeff to an extent lol

don't get me wrong. i'm not really a fan of his. but i also acknowledge that he does seem to be an actual friend of harry's, whether it's more surface level and career oriented of a friendship or if it has genuine, deep roots is not up to me to say. it's just that people are nuanced. there are so many layers to them, which makes them and their motivations in every situation so entirely complex that painting them in black or white doesn't do anyone any justice. believing that someone consistently has the worst motivations or always has and always will be looking to take advantage of anyone and everyone in order to lift themselves higher is a really sad way to look at the world in my personal opinion.

so. did jeff work with britney's team regarding contracts back when she was still under the conservatorship? yes. i believe we have a lot of proof of that due to the role he held with CAA. but does it also mean that because he had a hand in the performance contracts britney had to fulfill at that time that he was at fault and one of the people who were forcibly keeping her in the horrific position she was in? i mean, i don't have the information to say one way or another, but considering the role i know he played for other artists around that time, i have to say i don't think so. he had a specific job to do within his professional role with a larger company that was contracted by britney's team to help take care of business. to them, it likely just looked like another management team coming in for another artist trying to get the behind the scenes business taken care of. but i could be entirely wrong.

anyway, it's because of his connection to britney and her contracts, i think?? that have people thinking jeff was a part of all of that? either that, or because he played a role in her contracts, people are now throwing out the possibility that jeff is controlling harry in some way similar to how britney was controlled... but i just REALLY don't subscribe to that line of thought either.

this is so long now i'm sorry. all that to say i don't really know because i don't pay attention to things that just don't make logical sense to me, but here are some thoughts on why his connection to britney might have gotten people to saying and believing what they do.

[floating-mid-air]

The Princess of All Saiyans

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Masterlist

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So first things first. I should probably mention that I killed Chi-Chi off before the start of the story. I completely forgot to include it in the notes last chapter. So sorry if there was any confusion there.

Ever since the last chapter, I've been kinda hooked on flashbacks. So there will be another one, this one featuring the man, the myth, the legend, the most ruthless of all the Saiyans King Vegeta. Also, my dumbass finally decided to create a Masterlist. I realized it's much easier than linking chapters individually. 

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Chapter 7

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You've been on Planet Namek for approximately two hours, and the day has already been tremendously eventful. You and Vegeta have already had a run-in with Cui, who arrived shortly after you. That purple cretin went out the same way he lived as a spineless coward. Something was extremely satisfying about watching Vegeta drive that failure into the ground. Cui's demise was entirely his own fault. It's common knowledge that Saiyans grow stronger after a near-death experience. Underestimating your brother's growth was an act of pure stupidity.

After that minor inconvenience, the two of you toon into Dodoria's transmission, it sounds like those goons are slaughtering a village of Namekians, so they must store their Dragon Balls in separate settlements. Either that or they're executing them for leisure. Both are feasible possibilities. From what you've been able to gather, Frieza has four Dragon Balls in his possession, and he's currently after his fifth. Frieza even reveals some essential information on how these Namkeian villages operate. Before the signal cuts off entirely. 

Vegeta attempts to find another channel, but they all come up as static. "Those Namekians must be craftier than they look. Something tells me Frieza's scouters are out of commission."

"Perhaps." He turns to you. "Or they figured out we were eavesdropping. Either way, keep your guard up."

The two of you fly around aimlessly. Though you still need to be careful. Frieza is somewhere on this god-forsaken planet, and a run-in with him and his lackeys at the moment would be unfavorable. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot something that catches your attention. " I spy with my little eye an unsightly pink blob."

You direct Vegeta's attention to Dodoria, who has his classic disoriented look on his face. "Good eye." He smirks at you before ambushing Dodoria, knocking him into the water. You appear beside your brother on the shoreline, observing the water intently. 

Two pink hands grasp onto the terrain as he pulls his head up, gasping for air. You both laugh maniacally at the pink creature's stupidity. You swear, after every encounter you have with Dodoria, he somehow gets dumber. "Oh, it's you two." He sounds far from pleased as he pulls himself out of the lake. "What the hell do you want?"

"Mind your manners, Dodoria." You scold him. "No need to be crude."

He scowls at you. "Arrogant Saiyans." He mutters under his breath. "That was a dirty trick Vegeta. Although I wouldn't expect anything less from you monkeys." Dodoria straightens his posture in an attempt to appear more intimidating. Spoiler alert, it doesn't work. "You know I can't just let you get away with blindsiding me." 

Vegeta chuckles, rolling his eyes at the monster. "Oh, really now? Just what do you plan on doing? You're all alone. There's no Zarbon or Frieza for you to cower behind. How unfortunate for you."

"I doubt we'll even have to lift a finger." You shrug. "This should be a piece of cake."

Dodoria chuckles, shifting his gaze between you and Vegeta. "You two really think you can take me? You're both as egotistical as that father of yours, and you know how that ended for him. You Saiyan freaks will never be half the warrior that I am." You clench your fists, your nails digging into your palm. How dare he even mention your father. "Listen, I know neither of you desires to fight me. And I don't particularly want to fight you either. So how about you just give me that scouter, and we can forget this ever happened. That's more than a fair deal. I think I'm actually being quite generous." His tone may be confident, but his body language gives him away. Who knew the pink menace was actually afraid of something. 

"So your presumption was right." Vegeta turns to you. "Those Namekians must have destroyed their scouters. This puts us in an intriguing situation, doesn't it Y/N?" Vegeta removes his scouter, tossing it on the ground. "What are you waiting for, Dodoria? Take it."

He eyes you both skeptically, but he still takes the bait. Critical thinking has never been Dodoria's strong suit. "About time you brats showed me the respect I deserve." As he steps closer, Vegeta stomps on the scouter. The wretched thing, smashing into thousands of worthless pieces.

The pink monstrosity sneers. "No worries. I'll just take the girl's scouter." He speeds toward you, extending a hand in an attempt to rip the device off your face. Before he can even touch you, you grasp his arm, bending it behind his back.

"Why do they always think it's appropriate to get handsy with me?" A breathy sigh escapes your lips. "They'll never learn." You remove your scouter, holding it in the palm of your unoccupied hand. "Since you want it so bad." You snap your scouter in half, discarding the parts to the ground. "You ever think about laying your filthy hands on me again, you'll lose them." You toss the fool several feet away. The farther away he is, the better. 

"Why would you--- it doesn't even matter." He stands back up, dusting himself off. "Now, you won't be able to find the Dragon Balls either."

You shake your head at him, a pleased look crossing your features. "Not exactly. You see, Earth was quite the adventure. We picked up a few new tricks. One that leaves those hunks of metal useless."

Dedoria furrows his brows at you, his entire face contorting. "You're lying."

"I'm afraid she isn't. This energy-sensing technique is quite simple. I doubt any of the members of the elite Frieza Force would be interested, though. It doesn't require much strength, and everyone knows you don't care for anything that doesn't involve flexing your muscles." Dodoria is more fat than muscle. It's an irrelevant technicality, one that would only piss off the blob more. 

"I get it now." He seems to come to some sort of a realization. Only you have no idea what the hell he's referring to. "Those two runts I was chasing were earthlings." You stare at him in disbelief. Is it possible for them to be here? Raditz, he's the only possible explanation. But would he really be dumb enough to lead those weaklings to their deaths?

"W-What did you say?" Vegeta's mouth hangs agape.

"So I'm right. The looks on your faces tell me all I need to know. You're working together."

You combust into a fit of laughter, wiping tears from your eyes. This has to be the funniest thing you've heard all week. "Even if those pests were here. Never in a million years would we align ourselves with those soft-hearted fools."

"You must be mistaken. Even if those earthlings were here, we'd be able to sense them." Now that you think about it. Have you been able to sense them? You haven't been looking, but you have felt some strange energy. You just assumed it was some half-wit from the Frieza Force, but now you're not so sure.

 "It doesn't really matter anyway." He rolls his eyes. "You two are no longer any use to me. So either get lost, or I'll have to finish you off myself."

"Why, how generous of you." The sarcasm practically drips from your voice. "I think he's afraid Vegeta."

"Well, can you blame him? His scouter probably told him everything he needed to know. He must have seen my battle with Cui." For every step Vegeta takes forward, Dodoria takes another backward. "He must have seen how much stronger I've become."

"That isn't possible." He scoffs. "Those numbers were inaccurate, and I'll prove it!" He shoots an uncontrollable blast of fire at you both, which you simply dodge by stepping out of the line of fire.

"Was that really the best you could do?" You mock. It was sloppy even for an attack from Dodoria.

He turns around, only to be met with the two of you behind him, floating in the air. Vegeta swiftly moves behind him, grabbing both of his arms, twisting them behind his back. You swear you even heard them snap. "Look how weak you are." Vegeta sneers. "I'm stronger than I've ever been. While you've been sitting on your ass all-day, becoming soft and lazy. I should just end your pitiful life here."

"Wait, Vegeta!" He cries. "I have something to tell you! Something you'll really want to know! It's about your homeworld. I know the truth about Planet Vegeta!" Does that pink blob actually believe he has a form of leverage? What a fool.

"What could you possibly know about Planet Vegeta? You better start talking!" You furrow your brows at your brother. He's behaving strangely. And why is he humoring Dodoria in the first place? Vegeta has to already know about what they did to your homeworld.

"I will, but first, you have to let me go." Vegeta releases Dodoria from his death grip, pushing him away.

"Now, spit it out!" You observe the pair from a safe distance. Vegeta's response is bizarre, and his body language seems to have no ulterior motives. Is it possible that Vegeta doesn't know? You grab your forehead, running a hand through your hair. If that's the case, Vegeta is going to fucking kill you.

"As you know, Planet Vegeta was destroyed, but it wasn't by a meteor. Lord Frieza had started to notice numerous Saiyan babies being born with extraordinary combat skills. You two were the most notable in power. He realized that you Saiyans could really be a problem. You had the potential of becoming a real bother to Lord Frieza's regime. So he decided to wipe out the only race that could ever impose him before they could even become an issue. He destroyed Planet Vegeta with every last Saiyan on it. Well, except for you two. Did you really think it was a coincidence that you were off-planet? So there it is, you two are finally in on our little joke."

You've always known what happened to your planet. But now you've learned the answer to an even more substantial question, why it occurred. Frieza was afraid. He decided to take the coward's way out. How pathetic. 

You laugh, tilting your head backward. "That was your big ploy? I've known about that for years!" Before he can even react, you teleport behind him, impaling your hand through his chest, watching the purple goop ooze out of him. "How stupid did you think we were?" You twist your hand, tossing his lifeless body to the ground before obliterating anything left of him.

Vegeta stares at you in shock. "You knew?"

You raise a brow at him. "You didn't?" You always assumed that it was one of those things that you both knew but never spoke off. Turns out you were mistaken.

The two of you stand in silence. You have no idea what the protocol is for this. You don't know what you're supposed to say. Vegeta looks away, sighing. "It's irrelevant now. It was probably for the best that I was left in ignorance. Who knows what I would've done as a child. I'm just annoyed that you were able to figure it out before me."

You smile at him. Besting Vegeta is not something that comes easily. So you'll take what you can get. "You know, I don't think he was wrong about the earthlings."

"You think they're here?"

You nod. "You gotta remember. Raditz is with them now."

"Good point. When I get my hands on that pathetic excuse for a Saiyan, he'll regret ever betraying us. Let's go. We can't be out in the open for too long."

He hovers in the air, beginning to take off. "Vegeta." He turns back, meeting your gaze. "You know I would've told you, right?"

"I know---" He cuts himself off, his eyes practically bulging out of his head. "Do you sense that?" You nod, taking off in the direction of the two large power sources. Dodoria had mentioned that they were runts. So one of them has to be the half-breed and possibly the bald fellow. Your eyes scan over the terrain. They have to be around here somewhere. "They must be suppressing their power levels. Only if I still had my damn scouter. I'm not used to this technique just yet."

Bingo. You found them hiding between a few boulders. And your assumptions were right. There's only a slight difference. They seem to be accompanied by a Namkian child. A sadistic grin spreads across your face as their gazes land on you. Just the way you remember them, cowering in fear due to your presence. "You know. It was probably just three insignificant insects." You're not wrong. That's all they are to you. Pesky flies that invade your personal space and make your life slightly more irritating.

"You're right. We don't have time for this anyway. Let's get a move on." You both take off, leaving the earthling issue for another time.

It took you awhile, but you finally located a Namkeian village. Well, actually, you passed several, but this is the only one with a living population. "Looks like we found ourselves a Dragon Ball." Vegeta's lips twist into a sly grin, heading straight into the village. You follow his lead, now standing directly beside him. You've finally gained the attention of the inhabitants, who are now murmuring to each other. Who knew Namekians were such gossips. Their chatter dies down the second Vegeta clears his throat. "I wish to speak to your elder. I believe there is a Dragon Ball here, that we'll be graciously taking off your hands."

"I'm the village elder." An older Namkain steps up. These creatures do not age kindly. "I would ask you what your intentions are, but I can already feel that you are impure. I sense an unspeakable evil in both of you. Neither of you is worthy." What a self-righteous species. They're entirely different from that Namekian you encountered on Earth.

Vegeta shakes his head, chuckling to himself. Only if the Namekians cooperated, Vegeta has never taken the word no very well. "Then you die. Y/N, you do the honors." This could've ended smoothly, with a lot less bloodshed. Too bad for them.

"You got it, Vegeta." You hold up a finger gun, pointing it straight at the elder. "Bang!" A beam of blue light heads straight for the geezer before another Namkian jumps in front of him, absorbing the blast entirely. The body drops to the ground, and all hell breaks loose. 

You begin the slaughter, ending the lives of several Namkeians. Until you freeze, as much as you've been itching for a fight, you're reminded of something far more crucial that you have to fulfill. Damn your morals. They're ruining all your fun. You take one last glance at your brother. These Namekians should keep him occupied for some time. He might not even notice that you ever left. As soon as he turns away from you, you take off, successfully staying off of Vegeta's radar. 

You use your newly acquired energy-sensing technique to track down that Namekian child. Since those earthlings are suppressing their energy, they'll be much more difficult to find. This is assuming he's still with them. Those earthlings aren't like you. Neither of them would be able to stomach, leaving him for dead.

You pinpoint the energy source to a cave. What a strange place for them to reside in. You head into the cavern, only to find some form of futuristic architecture. How the hell did this get here? And what is Capsule Corp? You move toward the door, banging on it. "Knock, knock. Oh, little piglets, let me in! Before I knock the door down. Or worse." You can overhear faint whispering on the other side, mixed with a woman obnoxiously shrieking. "I can hear you panicking. Relax, I have no business with the half-breed, the Namekian child, or any earthlings in there. Now open the damn door."

The door slowly opens, revealing the bald man, whose name you believe to be Krillin. "What do you want, Y/N?"

"I need to speak to Raditz. It's urgent."

"Well, you can't---" Krillin gets pushed to the ground by none other than the infamous Hair Boy himself. This allows you to step inside the building. It must be some sort of luxury living quarters. 

The two of you stand arm's length from each other, matching cold expressions on your faces. "You here to kill me?"

"No." The corners of your lips tug upwards. "Well, at least not yet."

"So why are you here?" His face twists in confusion. "You aren't one to just drop in and say hi."

You take a deep breath, glancing around the room. This would be difficult to say one-on-one, but being surrounded by people makes it ten times worse. "There's something--- I need to tell you."

An arrogant smirk appears on his lips. "What? Did you finally fall for my good looks and charm? Are you finally declaring that you've fallen hopelessly in love with me?"

Your face scrunches up in disgust. "Don't make me ill." That would never happen, even if he was the last male Saiayn in existence, which he pretty much is. "I'm here to tell you the truth about what occurred on Planet Vegeta."

"What are you talking about?" Raditz eyebrows knit together. "A meteor wiped out our people."

You sigh, glancing at the ceiling. "Come on, Raditz. You're a lot of things, but you aren't stupid. There was no meteor. Even if there was one, our people could fly."

"What are you trying to say?" he squeezes his eyes shut, trying to shield himself from the inevitable blow.

"Our people were exterminated by that imperialistic dictator." Your voice booms. You're not even attempting to conceal your anger.

Raditz clenches his fists, his hands violently shaking. All he can think about is his mother, how she deserved better. The majority of your people deserved what they got, but not Gine. She was different. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Raditz always knew there was no meteor. The story was too perfect, and it was easier to believe that it was a tragedy. "Why?" That was all he could manage to choke out. Did Raditz really want to know? Would he be able to handle the truth? 

The others in the room remain silent, observing you anxiously. You're even more terrifying than they believed. You're not joking around or aloof this time. You're only expressing one thing, pure rage. So you do care about something. Whether you desire vengeance or truly cared for your people is unclear to the earthlings.

"Frieza was terrified. Our people were getting too strong for his liking. The Saiyan population was skyrocketing due to technological advancements. He was scared of what we could accomplish, terrified of the possibility that he could be out-ranked."

A Cheshire grin appears on Raditz's face. "We'll prove to him that he was right to fear us, right?"

"You bet your ass we will. We'll make Frieza regret leaving us alive." You take a deep breath, finally attempting to get your emotions in check, returning to your cold demeanor. "I just thought you should know. Before I killed him, Dodoria let the cat out of the bag to Vegeta."

"You killed that pink asshole? It was about time. How'd it feel?" The other stare at you two in bewilderment. Two seconds ago, you were swearing revenge, and now you're as casual as can be.

"It was extremely satisfying sending that pink blob straight to hell." You purse your lips together, cracking your neck. I should get back before Vegeta blows a fuse." You move to the doorway, stopping dead in your tracks. "Oh, ya one, last thing. Frieza's here."

"We know his men are here. We've already had the pleasure of encountering the Frieza Force."

"Raditz, I'm afraid you don't understand. It's not just his minions. He's here on Namek." Raditz chokes on air, his eyes popping out. You slam the door shut, hearing Raditz's reaction through the walls. The phrases we're so fucked, and we're all gonna die were your favorites of his elaborate babbling. You take off, heading back in the direction you came from.

As you near the location of the village, you quickly realize there is no point in returning. You can't sense any life, and that includes Vegeta. So this means he knows you ran off. You were due for one of his famous lectures anyway. Hopefully, he's not wasting his time searching for you. That would only make your predicament worse. 

You search in every direction, finally detecting your brother's energy to the west. Vegeta's power level is diminishing at an alarming rate. Maybe he's run into Zarbon or worse, Frieza. You take off at light speed, heading straight for the battleground.

Once you arrive, you conceal yourself behind a hill, observing the battle intently. It appears that Vegeta is fighting Zarbon, but something is off about the narcissist. His chest seems broader than it usually is. 

Zarbon turns around, your eyes widening at the ghastly sight. What the fuck happened to his face? He has to be the most hideous creature you've ever laid your eyes on, and there's a lot of competition for that category. This must be an alternate form of his, similar to your Great Ape form. It doesn't surprise you that you've never seen his transformation before. Even though it considerably increases his strength, his vanity has no limit. 

The green-haired egomaniac slams your brother into the ground, creating a blazing explosion. He stares down into the water-filled crater, and Vegeta is nowhere to be found. Your brother has gotten especially good at playing dead as of recent.

Zarbon reverts back into his base form, flying off into the distance. You wait an appropriate amount of time before heading toward the teal mass of water. You scan the lake, searching for your brother. He surfaces back up seconds later, desperately gasping for air. You extend a hand to Vegeta, pulling him onto land. 

He takes a few moments to collect himself before glaring daggers at you. "Where the--- hell did you run off to?" Despite being winded, he manages to find the breath to shout at you.

"I sensed some members of the Frieza Force. Thought I'd say hello." Believable lies are your specialty at this point.

"You can't---" He stops himself, his features softening at your expression. "Just never do that again. No more running off, especially without telling me. I'm serious this time. With Freiza here, I don't want you leaving my side again."

You can feel a familiar power level rapidly approaching, Zarbon's returning. "Change of plans. Go retrieve the Dragon Ball from that Namkian village. I tossed it in the water. I'll take care of the five that Frieza has."

"But, Vegeta." You giggle. "I'm not supposed to leave your side."

He glares at you. "Of course, now you decide to start listening to me. There is no reason for both of us to get captured. Now go!" You move to camouflage yourself again. Zarbon must need Vegeta for something. They most likely found the decimated village and want to question him about the location of the orb.

You watch Zarbon pick up your brother, who's pretending to be unconscious, and he flys away. You wait till you can no longer see Zarbon before speeding off to the Namekian village. Your plan is to retrieve the sphere and then take shelter somewhere. That is until you can sense Vegeta again.

You land in the ruins that were once the Namekian village. Damn Vegeta, did a lot of damage here. Your head snaps to the water. You swear you heard a splashing noise, and it couldn't have been a sea creature. If it was, the sound would've been louder. So what is it? Could it be one of Freiza's goons? If it is, they're probably weak. You'd be able to take them out with ease.

The creature emerges from the water with the four-star ball in his hands. He's a tiny little thing, way too small to be anyone currently in the Frieza Force. Something about the runt seems vaguely familiar. Wait a minute, that's Kakarot's brat. His hair's just shorter than it used to be. Half breeds must be able to change the length and style of their hair, fascinating. 

You sneak behind him with a blank look on your face. "What do you think you're doing, brat?"

Gohan jumps, turning around. "Y/N?" He shrieks, dropping the orb, which you swiftly catch one-handed. He looks around, anxiously searching for something or possibly someone. "Where's Vegeta?" His voice trembles just at saying your brother's name alone. Vegeta must have left quite the impression.

"Vegeta got himself---" You can feel Zarbon's impending presence once again, and the look on the brat's face tells you he can sense it too. This energy-sensing technique is becoming quite tedious, but you suppose it's better than being blindsided. What could Zarbon possibly want now? He already took Vegeta. Maybe he came to search for the Dragon Ball himself? Shit, you can't stay out in the open like this. You grab Gohan in one arm. And the four-starred ball in the other, rushing into a nearby cave. As an extra precaution, you seal the entrance with a boulder. Zarbon may be vain, but he's also significantly brighter than Dodoria was. Though that isn't very hard to do. 

You put a finger up to your lips, signaling for Gohan to keep quiet. The foot-steps outside grow louder. He must be standing right outside the cave by now. "Where are you, Vegeta?" He sounds deranged. So Vegeta did escape. Your best guess for Zarbon's erratic behavior is that Vegeta's prison break put Zarbon in hot water with Frieza. "Lord Frieza is going to have my head if I don't retrieve those Dragon Balls." Your insane brother actually did it. He stole the Dragon Balls from right under Frieza's nose. You're father's probably smiling up from hell as we speak.

You slide against the cave wall, dropping to the ground, leaning your head against the rock. You both might be here for a while. Zarbon is quite thorough with his searches. If he were to find you, it would put you in a tricky situation, especially with a Dragon Ball in your possession.

Gohan walks over to you, sitting down across from you. "Who is that?" Even though he's whispering, he's still being too loud for your liking."

"It's Zarbon. Now be quiet." You cover the orange ball in dirt and moss. If Zarbon does find you, the orb will be hidden in plain sight. Once finished with your little project, you shut your eyes. It's almost like you're alone. And not trapped in an enclosed space with your opposition's son.

"Y/N?" Your eyes snap open, immediately narrowing at the boy. You were about to reprimand him, but that was until you noticed the item in his hands. Your features soften as he extends the necklace to you.

You accept the necklace, grasping it tightly in your hands. "Thanks." A slight smile ghosts your lips before quickly vanishing.

"I was just returning what was yours." He looks at you, nervously twiddling his thumbs. "Hey Y/N? Where did you get that necklace from?" You hold up the jewelry, swinging the chain back and forth, getting lost in the memory.

Twenty-something years ago:

You're sitting down on your bed, with a book placed in your hands. Your gaze scans carefully over each word, occasionally flicking your wrist to flip the page. This is the newest piece of literature in your vast collection. You've only had this book for a few weeks. Vegeta gave it to you when he and Nappa returned from a mission off-planet. The book is all about these things called wish orbs. If you gather all seven, you can be granted all sorts of magical wishes. Vegeta says they're nothing more than a fairytale. That it's childish to believe in such an absurd concept, but you're convinced they exist. You've definitely seen stranger things occur, so it's in the realm of possibility for orbs to grant wishes. 

You hadn't even noticed that your father had entered your room. Until he was standing directly in front of you. Panic overtakes your body, your heart beating out of your chest. You slide the book under your comforter, even though it was much too late to hide the evidence. Your reaction may seem a bit extreme, but it's for a good reason. Books aren't necessarily illegal on Planet Vegeta, but they are forbidden. Your father believes that literacy is a waste of time. He considers combat training to be more essential to the prosperity of the Saiyan race.

"Relax." His gruff voice invades your ears. "I already know about the various books you hide around the palace." The king is a very observant man, making it extremely challenging to keep things from him. His general policy regarding situations like this is, he won't say anything unless someone brings it to his attention. Then he would be forced to move his hand, having to find a proper form of punishment.

"Is---Is there something you need?" It's not like him to drop by unannounced. Your father is a very busy man, sometimes you won't even see him for months at a time.

"As you know, you're going on a crucial mission tomorrow. Are you going to behave for your brother?" You nod in agreement. "You are also not to leave his side, do you understand me?" Ever since the incident, you're not allowed off-planet without either your father or Vegeta. One of them has to watch you like a hawk at all times because of one stupid mistake. That will probably be held over your head for the rest of your mortal life.

"Yes, sir." You decide to give him verbal confirmation as well. This way, you can avoid any potential lectures.

"Now, let's get down to business. While I was out on my last excursion. I found this piece of junk with my things. I thought I'd check if you wanted it before I destroyed it." He holds up the necklace. The pendant immediately catches your eye. It's one of the pictures from your book, the four-star wish orb. 

You nod, accepting the gift. You wrap the chain around your wrist, toying with the trinket. You've gotten pretty good at reading between the lines when it comes to your father. Saiyans aren't meant to express their emotions. You're raised to suppress them. Your father picks up on little things, like the fact that you're currently obsessed with wish orbs. You and Vegeta had to have gotten your conflicting behaviors from somewhere. And that somewhere was your father. The King of all Saiyans, the most ruthless of them all, deeply cared for his children.

He places his hands on your shoulders, causing you to look up at him. His eyes flicker with vulnerability as you stare at him. "Listen to me. Vegeta needs you just as much as you need him. You are capable of things that he isn't. And you are much stronger than you give yourself credit for. You are my sole daughter, the pinnacle of Saiyan pride. Never forget where you came from."

"A-Are you alright? You're acting weird."

"I'm fine, Y/N. Now get to sleep. You have to be up early." He leans down, kissing the top of your head before exiting the room. This only elevates your confusion. Your father has never done that before. Physical affection is not something Saiyan's participate in. At least they aren't supposed to. 

Little did you know, this would be the last time you ever saw your father alive. Looking back on it, as an adult, his strange behavior makes sense. This was his way of saying goodbye. He must have had some inkling about Frieza's plans for your race.

You snap back into reality, shifting your gaze to Gohan. Typically when you spaced out, it would irritate your companions. Maybe it would even earn you a scolding from Vegeta. But the kid has just been sitting there, keenly anticipating your response.

"My father gave it to me." Your tone softens. Nostalgia sometimes does that to you. Gohan is the first person you've ever told the origin of your necklace. It wasn't necessarily a secret. You've just never felt the need to talk about it.

Some Final Notes:

"Wasn't he the king, though? Couldn't he have given you a diamond or gold necklace? Or something fit for royalty?"

"He could have. It was more about the sentiment behind the necklace." And with that, the silence returns. Being in this cave really reminds you of your pod. Scratch that it's worse. The brat is just too nice to the point where it's nauseating. For the half-breed's sake, you hope that Zarbon leaves soon. Because you're not sure how much more of this you'll be able to take.

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Some Final Notes:

I know some of you might think King Vegeta was a bit out of character. However, I believe King Vegeta did care for his children to an extent. I know there’s some confusion in the fanbase about Tarble, whether he’s canon or not. But since the script for Yo! Son Goku and His Friends Return!!! was a concept created by Akira Toriyama. I personally believe Tarble is cannon. So King Vegeta banishing his son, rather than executing him, does show he had empathy for Tarble, even though he was viewed as a disgrace on his entire bloodline.