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[arcane-vagabond]

Down By The Bay Masterlist

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: Writing was your passion until you hit a major bout of writer's block. Looking for your next big burst of inspiration, you take up your cousin's offer to spend the summer in a tiny town called North Island in North Carolina with her and her friends. It's a cute town, but something strange is definitely going on. Some FBI agent is poking around talking about mermaids and your cousin's friend, Bradley, is definitely acting even weirder. Will you find the peace you need to write your next bestselling novel, or is there more than meets the eye in this small town? (Mermaid!Siren!AU)

Series CW: Supernatural elements, Siren songs, Hunting, Mentions of death, Near death experiences, Swearing, Violence, Mermaid/Sirens, Hypnosis, Characters acting feral, Eventual smut, Fluff, Angst, Bradley Bradshaw. Think that's pretty much it. Chapters will have individual warnings.

All posts related to this series will be tagged as "Down By the Bay," "DBTB," "DBTB!Bradley," and "MMATS!Bradley".

Meet our heroine!

*Denotes smut!

Masterlist

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[5tt3llar]

Not art but,, breakers is a silly game

[imperfectercell]

Drawing the Golden Level 100 skins from Breakers! And also, my own take on the skins as they are and ways i wish they were tweaked a bit visually

[peridoxikal-redux]

Hii I saw your breakers boy, and I know you love Fu, so i wned to share my favorite stupid theory about Breakers. Nallej, that one human friend... is Fu. now okay. He isnt. They have different VAS tho i def thought it was the same guy at first. BUT. He knows a disproportionate amount about the DBZ world that no normal civilian probably knows, he's highly enthusiastic about getting into these dangerous situations and has a pony tail and glasses like Fu does. I think Fu would think larping as a college student is so much fun. A get free pass into Conton AND he gets to study what these time rifts are doing? Or he potentially made them himself for funnies? The possibilities are endless in this beautiful world

Honestly the more I think about the theory the more I love it. Like, initially I was like "idk guys i don't really knowwwww"

But the prospect of him basically putting on a human college student cosplay and getting into all this sounds just like him lmao. I mean, after all, when he was larping as Whis in the xv2 DLC that spawned him, the only person who could actually see his true form is your time patroller cac dhdjfhf.

If anything, he might be using it to study the phenomenon of the temporal seams. Since Breakers and XV are apparently in the same canon, it makes sense. Probably why they have Trunks handling that side of business himself. Since the moment your time patroller cac gets involved they'll probably see Nallej as actually being Fu and just go "YOU 🫵"

[h2dk-tumblz]

Broly got bullies.

[lizzieandkoalaskywalker]

I earned Trunk's🗡 Capsule Corporation Clothes👕 from the event in Dragon Ball The Breakers🐉😄! ~ Koala🐨🎮

[satellitespinner]

down by the bay. (e.w)

synopsis: after a serious catastrophe you’re forced to pack up your life and move to a completely new state. far away from anyone and anything you’ve ever known. devastated, you’re ready to give up. however enduring the unknown environment of california may not be so bad after meeting a certain someone on your first day in town.

content warnings: each chapter will contain its own warnings, but please note that this fic contains mentions of death, murder, suicide, and depression. chapters containing these topics will be marked. also please take into account that reader is around 17-19 and still lives with her family.

wc: tbd

taglist: @flowersforvi @plutolovesyou @taintedpearls @saturnsdrafts @liasxeatt @adelaide013 @a-little-bit-of-everybody @elliessweetheart @pedropascalsbbg @nelzooo @r3starttt @jaeminpookie @onlinelesbo @p4ison1vy @pascals-doll @snowy-vee @diddiqueen @ellieslob @macaroni676

𓍯 chapters.

chapter one :

[goldenseresinretriever]

I was going through all the moodboards I’ve made and found this and now I’m thinking about him, @sailor-aviator

[lolliudo]

DBTB

[marta-bee]

Good Omens time! (Isn’t it always?) Today I read the start of the “Friday” section, when Famine gets his object of the Apocalypse, his brass scale to match War’s flaming sword. It’s a cute scene anyone who’s worked in fast-food or a customer-facing job like retail will probably appreciate. Or for that matter anyone who’s actually stepped foot in a McDonald’s; which is, you know, all of us.

Sable sauntered in to the Burger Lord. It was exactly like every other Burger Lord in America. [But not like every other Burger Lord across the world. German Burger Lords, for example, sold lager instead of root beer, while English Burger Lords managed to take any American fast food virtues (the speed with which your food was delivered, for example) and carefully remove them; your food arrived after half an hour, at room temperature, and it was only because of the strip of warm lettuce between them that you could distinguish the burger from the bun. The Burger Lord pathfinder salesmen had been shot twenty-five minutes after setting foot in France.] McLordy the Clown danced in the Kiddie Korner. The serving staff had identical gleaming smiles that never reached their eyes. And behind the counter a chubby, middle-aged man in a Burger Lord uniform, slapped burgers onto the griddle, whistling softly, happy in his work.

Sable went up to the counter.

"Hello-my-name-is-Marie," said the girl behind the counter. "How-can-i-help-you?" "A double blaster thunder biggun, extra fries, hold the mustard," he said.

"Anything-to-drink?"

"A special thick whippy chocobanana shake."

She pressed the little pictogram squares on her till. (Literacy was no longer a requirement for employment in these restaurants. Smiling was.) Then she turned to the chubby man behind the counter.

"DBTB, E F, hold mustard," she said. "Choco-shake."

"Uhhnhuhn," crooned the cook. He sorted the food into little paper containers, pausing only to brush the graying cowlick from his eyes.

"Here y'are," he said.

She took them without looking at him, and he returned cheerfully to his griddle, singing quietly. "Loooove me tender, loooove me long, neeeever let me go...."

The man's humming, Sable noted, clashed with the Burger Lord background music, a tinny tape loop of the Burger Lord commercial jingle, and he made a mental note to have him fired.

It’s so predictable; so dehumanizing. Intelligence and even basic education to the point of literacy isn’t needed; bland mechanization and the ability to not stand out is.

Famine actually owns the joint, not to make money (though the end result is pretty much indistinguishable from chains with that goal) but to get people who aren’t diet-crazed and faddish enough to willingly give up nutrition to to be thin. This is his unique brand of starvation brought to the masses.

The Newtrition corporation had started small, eleven years ago. A small team of food scientists, a huge team of marketing and public relations personnel, and a neat logo.

Two years of Newtrition investment and research had produced CHOW. CHOW contained spun, plaited, and woven protein molecules, capped and coded, carefully designed to be ignored by even the most ravenous digestive tract enzymes; no-cal sweeteners; mineral oils replacing vegetable oils; fibrous materials, colorings, and flavorings. The end result was a foodstuff almost indistinguishable from any other except for two things. Firstly, the price, which was slightly higher, and secondly the nutritional content, which was roughly equivalent to that of a Sony Walkman. It didn't matter how much you ate, you lost weight. [And Hair. And skin tone. And, if you ate enough of it long enough, vital signs.]

Fat people had bought it. Thin people who didn't want to get fat had bought it. Chow was the ultimate diet food-carefully spun, woven, textured, and pounded to imitate anything, from potatoes to venison, although the chicken sold best.

Sable sat back and watched the money roll in. He watched CHOW gradually fill the ecological niche that used to be filled by the old, untrademarked food.

He followed Chows with Snacks junk food made from real junk. MEALS was Sable's latest brainwave.

MEALS was CHOW) with added sugar and fat. The theory was that if you ate enough MEALS you would a) get very fat, and b) die of malnutrition.

The paradox delighted Sable.

There’s something very gently sad about all of this, really. People buying this mass-produced slop and not realizing what they’re putting in their body is quite literally useless. It’s non-food; anti-food, even. I don’t blame the people making that “choice,” they’re certainly no more or less deceived than the folks stopping into a KFC down the road. It’s just very ad that this is what the system drives us to. Now even more than twenty-odd years ago.

This started out as a cute scene about the banality of being trapped under the thumb of capitalism. It is that to be sure, but a little too near the truth to be laughed off, at least for me. Famine isn’t a starving child in Africa with his ribs protruding out from his skin, or at least it’s not just them. It’s the workaday person being ground down into just a cog in the machine, and whose real value is an ability not to stand out.

That’s tragic in its way, and all too true to life. It’s not just a truth for low-wage workers; I’m a definite white-collar middle-class knowledge-worker and thinking about how much of my own employability relies on something rather similar, though the privileges and benefits I get through my own ability to work in the system do make for a much more comfortable life.

I think I need to stop here and sit with this a bit. Definitely whichever one of Neil or Terry wrote this particular scene, they knocked it out of the park. There’s more with the Them coming up I see, and I wouldn’t be surprised if Aziraphale and Crowley were waiting in the offing a well, but they can wait until next weekend.

[shinigami-striker]

Now Live: DBTB (Season 5) | Thursday, 02.29.24

Now live: Season 5 of Dragon Ball: The Breakers, featuring new raiders, Goku Black & Zamasu. Now with cross-platform play!

[arcane-vagabond]

Bubbles

Story: Down By the Bay

Love Interest: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Writing was a noble effort, but very few were able to make it anything other than a hobby. A person needed a story that others could sink their teeth into, really devour.

Bubbles is invited to the island of North Island by her favorite cousin, Skipper. Only a year or two older, the girls grew up thick as thieves, but the responsibilities of life caused the two to grow somewhat distant. After a much needed gab session via phone, Bubbles laments about her writer's block, and is subsequently invited to hang out with her cousin and her friends over the summer. Needing a vacation, how was Bubbles to say no? Renting a cottage just outside of town, she searches for inspiration in the small, coastal town.

However, she may have gotten more than she bargained for when her cousin's friend, Bradley, starts acting weird around her and there's an FBI agent poking his nose around asking about mermaids of all things. What on earth is going on in this town?

A/N: Here's Bubbles!! The long awaited and much requested spin-off is coming soon to a blog near you!

[privatemumbles]

the time differences of my most played game is sort of hilarious. i have from ranks 2-5

Stardew valley - 369 hours DBTB - 316.6 Terraria - 287.1 Borderlands 2 - 269

and then at number one

is tf2 at 1262.6 hours

[imperfectercell]

TIME FOR THE BABY UPDATE! But, what the hell has happened to Cell?

[peridoxikal-redux]

Actually made my Breakers CAC into an OC. So, here's Kouhi, a poor manga artist who got sucked into a temporal seam on his way to pitch his next manga to Weekly Shooting Jump.

He likes to use his near death experiences as inspiration for his manga, hasn't met an actual woman before, and overall bites off more than he can chew when he tries to act like the hero of his manga.

He lives on 3 hours of sleep, convenience store food, energy drinks, and crying when he gets artblock.

[h2dk-tumblz]

Starting to remember how to play.