#also YEAH I’m making a Geno pony now

[the-august-axolotl]

He is done! And no longer bald! Kinda got Sombra and pre-redemption Starlight vibes going on with his design, but I still think he’s rly unique looking :)

also big ty to @dreemurr-skelememer and @sunnemona for making some suggestions for the mane, I was, in shambles, it was not going well.

also also when I was playing around with an idea for a cutie mark, I came up with the perfect one for Geno soooooo, uh, guess I’m making another pony now :’’’) Except that sooner or later lol

Version w/ glasses below cut

Oh my god a horse

[koinekid]

Chestnutfest Day 2: If I could be a superhero...

9/15

AU/Cosplay (Both)

Rights to Dragonball and other properties are held by their respective owners. No infringement is implied or intended.

If I could be a superhero…

By koinekid

“Krillin, this is stupid.”

“It’s supposed to be fun, babe.”

“Why do I have to ‘dress up’ like a cyborg? I’m already a cyborg.”

“But you don’t look like one.”

“How do cyborgs look?”

“You know, metal arms and glowing eyes and stuff.” He gestured to her current costumed appearance.

Eighteen grumbled, “These contact lenses are uncomfortable.”

“We’ll only stay a little while, and you can take them out once we meet everyone.”

“Fine.” Eighteen tried to cross her arms, but her costume’s bulk prevented her. With a few notable exceptions, said costume didn’t look all that different from her normal attire. Her jeans were black instead of blue, and for her top, she had ripped off and discarded the striped sleeves from one of her old black and white tees. She had also tied back her hair—not in the pony tail she frequently sported while chasing their energetic eight-year-old around the house—but with pins, the goal being to make her look as if she had cut her hair short. She didn’t like it.

By far the most annoying aspect of the costume were the fake cybernetic arms: store-bought gray silicone rubber pieces designed for someone with much thicker arms than her own. They flopped around every time she moved.

And the contacts made her eyes appear black with yellow pupils.

Krillin said she looked great, but he was hardly an unbiased observer: He’d tell her she looked fantastic wearing a sack and be completely genuine while doing so.

To keep their makeshift costumes looking their best, they took an air car, but finding an open area to land in this unfamiliar city proved a challenge. In the end, they had to touch down several blocks away, and now would probably be late.

Krillin rubbed her back as they walked. “I’m sorry you’re uncomfortable, babe, but if we want to break into the superhero biz, we have to network.”

Eighteen sighed, noting in appreciation that he avoided pointing out it was her idea for them to become superheroes in the first place. Now that Marron attended school and Krillin had a few years’ experience as a cop under his belt, Eighteen decided it was time to take his law enforcement career to the next level. To be frank, she also missed fighting alongside him and felt it would bring the two of them closer together as a couple. Since her unthinkably cruel comment at the tournament, they desperately needed it.

She closed her eyes, willing tears not to fall. Krillin said he forgave her, but it would be a long time before she could forgive herself.

“And we network at a costume party while dressed as other heroes?” She spoke more calmly now, deliberately forcing any harshness from her tone.

Krillin shrugged. He wore a frumpy yellow jumpsuit with a white cape and red boots and gloves. “Apparently it’s a big thing among their crowd.”

They were nearing the house hosting the party, and Eighteen wanted to hug him in apology for her bad mood, but those silicone arms were in her way, so she settled for gently teasing him.

“You look funny in a bald cap, husband.” She called him that whenever possible to try and associate the word with positive comments once more.

“Only because you wouldn’t let me shave my head.” His hair started growing back after the tournament, reminding her how attractive it made him.

Matter-of-factly, she stated, “I’m not losing that gorgeous hair of yours because of a costume party.”

He grinned. “Gorgeous, huh?”

She nodded. “Sexy, too.”

“I thought we were fighting.”

“We were. Now we’re making up.”

They reached the door, but before he could ring the bell, she leaned down, grabbing him as best she could in her rubber arms and kissing him hard. He threaded a hand around her neck and pulled her down for more.

One of them must have leaned against the doorbell because it suddenly sounded. Neither of them paid attention until the door opened.

“Huh,” a voice said. “Ever think you’d see the two of us making out, Genos?”

“Not outside of those online fan arts.”

“You visit those sites?” Saitama raised a brow.

“To find and correct those disrespecting you, Teacher.”

Eighteen blinked in surprise. In the doorway stood two of the heroes Krillin told her he most wanted to meet—Saitama, the so called Caped Baldy, and his student, Genos, the Demon Cyborg. She and Krillin had come to the party dressed as them.

And it was like looking in a mirror…sort of, a cracked mirror to be sure, but a mirror nonetheless. Saitama was dressed as a taller version of Krillin—complete with magic-markered moxibustion burns and the traditional orange uniform of the Kamesennin school.

Saitama extended his hand to Krillin. “We’re big fans.”

“Of us?”

“Yeah. Who wouldn’t be? You guys are Earth’s Special Forces.” Saitama pointed to the insignia on his chest. “Is the kanji right? I had to copy it from one of the plush toys, and it might have been a knockoff.”

Eighteen didn’t catch her husband’s response, because she was busy eyeing Genos. His outfit was a mockery of hers: blue jeans and one of the black-and-white long-sleeved tee shirts she had ruined to put together her own costume, except his obscenely large arms stretched the sleeves so far they looked like they might tear at any moment. He also wore a blonde wig that got the length of her hair right but not the style. He didn’t bother wearing contacts to hide his eye color, though. His was a “natural” black with yellow irises.

She was about to ask him a question when she noticed his eyes lower to her chest. Ordinarily she would be put out and balling up her fist ready to strike—or expecting Krillin to do so. So, what if she could defend her own honor? It was her husband’s responsibility! But then Genos spoke.

“You’re a—a woman.”

She planted her hands on her hips. “What gave it away?”

He nodded toward her chest, and she rolled her eyes.

“Teacher,” he said, “You told me I was dressed as the male cyborg.”

“Did I? Must have mixed up the numbers. Hey, you two, come on in. There’s a lot of people itching to meet you. You’re going to fit in around here just fine.”

Before following Krillin and Saitama inside, Eighteen fixed a glare on Genos. Leaning in, she said. “I just want to know one thing.”

Genos shifted subtly into attack mode. “Yeah?”

“Where…did you get that shirt? The stores back home stopped selling them, and I can’t find replacements anywhere.”

“Oh, a—a place downtown.”

“Good,” she said. “Remind me to get the details from you later. For now, I’ll catch up with my husband. It’s going to be a long night.” And with any luck, she thought, an interesting career.

The END

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Note: I wrote this pretty quickly. Apologies if it isn’t very good and if the OPM characters are OOC (I’m sure they are). I’ve never read or watched OnePunch Man, but since I heard the creator was a DBZ fan, I couldn’t resist writing this as an answer to the AU/Cosplay challenge.

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Thanks once again, @deadlybeautydbz and @chestnutisland