#nail dragonball

[dragonballclassic]

[bliss-wily]

[fuckyeahnamekians]

Smooching <3

[aurorasdrawingcorner]

I adore this ship

[blond3ang3l]

Lemme give you a megaphone so the ppl in the back can hear you bestie‼️🫶🏽

Like yes I wanna be longingly fucked sideways with fingers down my throat till I’m all teary eyed but….what if me and him just went to a museum and look at marble statues or paintings made by artists from long ago and point out the small details while sharing the historical context behind them. Or what if we held hands while going to a coffee shop owned by a small business then an old bookshop. We could read classic literature and write poems to each other or sum🤷🏾

I love this so much. Like the causal intimacy of being together with your girlfriend/boyfriend and being able to have interesting conversations and spending time with you is what makes doing things like this so great. Both of your phones away in your back pockets so that you both have one another’s attention. Time can go by so fast without the distractions of other people around trying to voice opinions. Learning together and growing together as you both grow older.

There are many different characters I can see this with. Especially when it comes to the women. Most time they are some of the most intellectual people and they just get thrown off. The AOT girls are the first ones that come to mind. Mikasa and Historia especially. Those two would absolutely love to do something casual with you. Historia is an absolute renaissance art lover. Michaelangelo is would be one of her favorite artists. She knows so many facts and can tell you for literal hours. Painting dates ejth Historia oh my lord. One of her favorite things to do. She’s so messy with it and it’s so cute.

Mikasa though? She’s all for cafe dates. She is obsessed with you. Now I think Mikasa and Historia had a bit more fancier taste because of who they are, but Mikasa loved being to be close to you and just hear you talk to her about just about anything. Her pretty nails that you did for her, twisting around your curls as she sat prettily on your lap while you fed the small cake that she bought for you guys.

Another girl I think this works for is Bulma from dragonball. Oh my god that woman is beautiful and smart. Museum dates are 100% guaranteed. She’s one of the smartest characters in that entire show and you think you’re getting out of hearing everything that woman knows? She is so graceful with it too. The two of you walking around hand in hand while she educates you on all the different facts is so amazing. She also loves how much you know on your niche and different interests. Especially if comes things about science or the body. She loves being able to talk to someone on her level or educate you.

When it comes to men the first thing to comes to men first people that come to mind are Nanami and Levi. We all know how Nanami is, he’s the hardworking man that we all love and there’s no way you guys don’t have a museum date at least once. But, I can see nanami doing bakery dates. Something small you both can fit in your busy schedules because nanami had made a vow to himself that you guys do at-least two times a month. He loves to use that time to discuss anything you think has been affecting you guys, whether to be in the relationship or just something bothering you at work or whatever. If there’s nothing bother you then you guys just talk about any events coming up or even planning the future you want to have for the both of you. It’s the ambiance of the bakery that makes you both feel so calm which is so different from the many things you have to do all day. He holds your hand as you speak, rubbing his thumb over your knuckle while watching your lips as he digest every word that comes from your lips.

Levi is totally the bookstore date kind of man. Sometimes you guys don’t really want or have anything to talk about. You just both miss each other so you sit together while reading. Both doing your own thing but being close enough to fill the need of being together. You both have your own books (headcanon that Levi prefers audio books instead cause of his lost of vision) and you rest your hand on his lap as you sit together on the small bench in for bookstore. He is retired so you two take a lot of time to yourselves, just enjoying the presence of one another..

Even people like Captain price and Laswell from call of duty, they love going out to drive in movies with you. You end up sitting on their lap while they laid in the back seat. Halfway through the movie those two aren’t even watchin anymore. Laswell would just be kissing the back of your neck while wrapping her arms around your waist, silently thinking about how lucky she is to have you in her life. While price is just happily watching all perched up in his lap, smoking his cigar, and thinking about how in love he is with you.

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Anyways I love all these ideas and a lot of people currently (especially men) don’t do dates and showing affection like people used to. I feel with how everything is on social media people just mostly look for someone sexually or they base a lot of opinions on the sexual aspect of the relationship. Like yeah that’s great and all but I want someone to YEARN for me. To want to be around me and miss me when I’m gone. Someone willing to remember small things because I feel like when someone knows you well knows what efforts to put in when it comes to loving you and showing you ways they do.

And I’m fortunately lucky enough to have a man like that❤️ @insane-juggalo

[oatmealcrisp-freak]

here's the first part of the break up fic cus idk when/if this'll be finished :3

“I really can’t stand,” Aren growled out between knitted teeth. “Dishonest people.”

Those words hit him like a truck.

Kusuo looked at his lunch tray, seated right next to Aren’s, with a hollowness rising in his stomach. Across the table, Kaidou laughed and the conversation turned to the newest release of SiCy but Kusuo barely heard it. His ears were ringing. He was nauseated. Shame welled up in his mouth - it tasted like acid.

It wasn’t directed at him.

It didn’t matter.

He closed his eyes and did his best to breathe.

Perhaps sensing his unease, Aren’s hand slid around the small of his back and attached itself to his hip with thoughtless demeanor. Kusuo looked upon it, upon its wide and scarred expanse on the green of his slacks. Took note of the heat where it pressed into him.

He clenched his teeth.

Who the hell was he fooling.

He reached down and took the hand from his hip then stood and grabbed his lunch tray. He was done. He couldn’t eat anymore. He couldn’t sit here anymore. He couldn’t let Aren touch him anymore.

Not after hearing that.

He was done.

“Kusuo?” Aren asked as Kusuo stepped out from the bench.

He could feel Aren’s eyes burning into his back.

He sucked in a breath, clamped it all down and back, and walked away.

For the rest of the day he tried to put it out of his head, but it refused to stay gone. It scratched at him, a scraping scalpel digging relentlessly at his composure.

Who had he been fooling? Seriously? Getting together with Aren, having hope for once for the future - he’d been stupid. Aren had gotten into his head somehow and made him forget the very pertinent reasons for avoiding relationships. For two glorious months he’d deluded himself that he could have something human.

Aren made him stupid.

Aren made him selfish.

He wanted to keep this, Kusuo thought as he stared out the window during a lecture on economics. He wanted to keep going like he’d never heard Aren say that. He wanted to keep pretending to this sweet normality that he’d been walking in as though his powers didn’t exist.

He really, dearly wanted to.

It would be more convenient that way too. This was the new status quo that he’d foolishly agreed to. Could he afford to disturb it?

He looked over at Aren, and could tell right away he was doing his best to pay attention as well as he could. His leg was jiggling furiously and his brows were mired in concentration, his sharp eyes purely focused on the board as he took his notes. How good those notes were was debatable. There was a zit on his chin. Kusuo had noticed it this morning. He knew it was rude to stare at zits, because normal people didn’t like them for some reason, but he couldn’t help but be a little enamoured of it. Aren’s nose scrunched - he was having trouble wrapping his head around a concept. There went another doodle of his motorcycle, joining several more and a medley of Dragonball Z characters because Aren wasn’t Aren if Aren could concentrate on a lesson without drawing. That in turn made Kusuo look at his hands. The cuticle of his thumb was frayed. His nails were clipped short. Kusuo was a big fan of Aren’s hands. He liked it especially when they were on him.

He liked holding onto them too.

Aren liked it when he did that even, which was the real shocker. For some reason Kusuo couldn’t divine, Aren liked him. Aren liked touching him. Worse, Kusuo had found he didn’t actually mind being touched if it was Aren - something as simple as holding hands, or a kiss on the cheek, or a cuddle, he’d warmed quite quickly to all of those things that Aren enjoyed too. It felt safe.

He wanted to keep that.

He remembered the way it’d felt when Aren had touched his hip in the cafeteria after saying what he had - how polluted it’d felt. How he suddenly hadn’t been able to stand it. How he’d run away.

Aren hated liars.

How could Kusuo let him touch the single biggest liar of them all? It’d felt so wrong. It’d made him sick.

How had he deceived Aren into loving him? 

Him, of all people?

Kusuo looked back out the window, heart beating a sluggish, sick pace.

‘Everything looks so normal.’ He thought as he took in the blue sky.

Funny, that, given it felt like the world was crumbling.

It sayed with him for the rest of the day. The school doors opened ahead of him and Kusuo looked up. Aren’s purple bangs shifted over his sky hewn eyes as he looked down at him, and he smiled.

There wasn’t a single miserable thought in his head. He couldn’t sense it. How strange. Usually his instincts were so keen.

Something inside Kusuo trembled. It was a miracle it didn’t reach his hands.

“Want to get some coffee?” Aren asked, and reached up to scratch at his cheek as it blushed red. “We can go to the usual place.”

“Ou, the lovebirds are gonna make smoochy smoochy faces at each other,” Nendo jeered then yelped as Kaidou elbowed him. 

Aren blushed deeper but laughed. “If he’ll let me, sure.”

“Come on you big oaf, leave them alone. We’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” Kaidou asked, trying to pull Nendo away and failing.

“Yeah.” Aren waved, then looked back at him and held out his hand.

Kusuo looked at it, feeling as though his heart was dripping right out of him.

It would be strange to ignore it.

He took it, and it made him feel like a monster.

Kusuo knew what he had to do.

~~~~

Aren had a boyfriend.

His first, he thought as he looked down at the pink head next to him, and his last, because this was the man he was going to marry someday.

He squeezed the hand in his, hoping that Kusuo would look up at him instead of staring at the ground. Kusuo didn’t look at him, but did squeeze back. His fingers were laced around Aren’s firmly, firm enough that it’d take effort to pull away.

His eyes seemed shadowed.

Aren wasn’t a fan of that.

It was hard, granted, to see the exact nuance of Kusuo’s eyes through his glasses and hair, but something about his face reminded Aren of that disturbing moment at lunch when Kusuo had taken his hand off him and left without a word.

Mind, Aren was used to Kusuo simply leaving a conversation when it suited him. It was one of his more endearing charm points. 

This had felt different.

But now they were holding hands.

So it was fine.

Right?

It didn’t feel fine. Some instinct in the back of his head was telling him that something was wrong here, something very difficult not to listen to because Kusuo so rarely shied from his touch. In the two months they’d been together, he’d had the joy of witnessing a steady dripping thaw in the other boy, a reciprocity, and a deep fondness for cuddling that Aren was really enjoying. Most of the time if Kusuo was in a mood, all Aren had to do was hug him, and that was all it took to make Kusuo feel better.

It was a privilege to be able to do that. It was one Aren held close to his heart.

With school he hadn’t really gotten the chance for a good snuggle since lunch, however, and Kusuo was touchy about public displays of affection besides. Best to secret his boyfriend into the privacy of a booth and give him a good cuddle there.

If Kusuo would let him.

Aren would admit, Kusuo shying from his touch had really taken it out of him.

Something was clearly not okay. But it would be okay. He was certain of it.

After all, they had each other, and that was what mattered.

Aren pulled Kusuo’s hand to his lips and kissed the back of it. When he opened his eyes again, Kusuo was finally looking back at him with something shattered in his eyes.

Aren felt his gut curl in concern, and tried to smile.

Kusuo looked away, and Aren’s concern mounted.

Fortunately, Cafe Mami was found in short order. Aren settled his arm over Kusuo’s shoulders and led him to a booth, a nice private one toward the back. Cafe Mami was Kusuo’s favourite cafe. If there was anything that could cheer him up, it was some of their coffee jelly, and a good snuggle. Aren was certain of that.

Hell, it’d cheer him up too. He was worried.

He just wanted Kusuo to feel better.

Kusuo wasn’t loosening up into his touch. It was like holding a cardboard cut out. They settled into the booth, but Kusuo sat away from him on the other side. Aren stared at the other boy, trying to make out any expression in his face and finding none - an eerie blank wall was looking back at him.

‘What the hell is going on?’ Aren swallowed and opened his mouth to ask, but it was at that moment that a waiter came to their table and cheerily asked for their order.

“Uh.” It took Aren a second to recalibrate. He tried for a smile in answer to the waiter’s own. “Coffee please. Black.”

“Sure thing. And you, sir?”

Kusuo stared at him with empty eyes. “Nothing. Please.”

A stammer of goosebumps swept up Aren’s back. Heart in his stomach he stared back at Kusuo, then flicked his eyes to the waiter, then looked at Kusuo again and tried to figure out why that was so unnerving. Kusuo wasn’t getting coffee jelly? He was getting nothing?

He was staring…

Even the waiter seemed confused. “Ah. Alright. But if you change your mind let me know.”

He wrote it down on his little pad then nodded at Aren with a customer service smile. “I’ll be right back with your coffee.”

“Thanks…” Aren said, not looking away from Kusuo.

The waiter walked away from their booth and they were left in the remote silence, the soft happy music playing on the crescendo of Aren’s nerves with awful, sticky, contrast. He swallowed it back and gave his head a shake. What the hell, dude. What was he so afraid of? 

This was his boyfriend.

Aren put on a smile. “So that’s-”

Kusuo sucked in a breath that rode his shoulders up to his ears. “I’m breaking up with you.”

“-not,” Aren blinked. “...What?”

Had he heard that right? No. No there was no way he’d heard that right. His smile cracked and expanded around the edges. “What’d you just say?”

But Kusuo just looked at the table, his eyes round and his lips pencil thin rashes of paleness on his face. He turned his head to the right. To the left.

He shifted, and started to slide out of the bench.

No. Hell no. Aren quickly got out and slid into the opposite bench, blocking Kusuo in. He reached out and grabbed the other’s hand but it wouldn’t budge into his, staying firm and tightly laced to the seat.

“Kusuo,” He lowered his voice, doing his best to catch Kusuo’s eye. “Look at me. What’s going on?”

Kusuo said nothing. He wasn’t exactly given to talking to begin with, granted, and Aren had loved that about him, had loved his quietness and the way Kusuo could turn even that companionable. Cohabitation of space was a symptom of his trust and affection, Aren was pretty sure - slicing that up with mindless chatter simply wasn’t Kusuo’s style. Aren had experienced that so rarely before, a peaceful quiet, but with Kusuo it felt like his life was made of it. He was hooked. He was addicted.

He couldn’t lose this.

“C’mon, babe,” Aren hissed and pressed in closer, his heart pounding in his ears as he gripped the wrist tighter. “Talk to me, tell me what’s wrong. You can’t-not just like that, you gotta-”

Fuck, what the hell was he even saying?

“Your coffee, sir.”

Aren flinched and whipped around, his fist slamming into the pleather backrest. 

“Can’t you see we’re having a moment here?!” Was out of his mouth before he could even try to claw it back, and the startled expression on the waiter’s face only made it worse.

“S-Sorry,” Aren stammered. “Just. Uh. Th-thanks.”

The waiter put the coffee down and left. Aren turned back. Kusuo still wasn’t looking at him. He wasn’t fucking looking at him.

Aren thought he was going to be sick.

“Kusuo, come on.” He said and reached out, pulling Kusuo’s chin to face him and begging to see his eyes. Fuck, he was pathetic. “Tell me what this is about so we can fix this-”

Kusuo finally looked at him in the eye but it wasn’t a comfort because his gaze was empty and cold, stealing Aren’s breath and plowing right through him. This wasn’t a friendly, familiar look - this wasn’t the Kusuo he was used to. This wasn’t even the Kusuo he’d met on his first day at P.K., this was something different.

Worse.

“It’s not you,” Kusuo said, pulling at his wrist and jaw both to take them from Aren’s hands. “It’s me. Let me out.”

What-

What the fuck was that?!

And just like that, Aren was fucking enraged.

“What the FUCK are you talking about?!” Aren didn’t even try to keep his voice down. “‘It’s not you, it’s me’?! That’s some bullshit people say when they don’t give a shit and I know you, I know that’s not you! You CARE about me, Kusuo.”

Kusuo’s jaw seemed to twitch for all of a second before it was gone, barely a wobble then it was tensing up tighter than Aren’s fists and he was lifting his chin in that confrontational way that drove Aren fucking nuts.

“No,” Kusuo’s eyes were chillier than an arctic blast. “I don’t.”

Aren saw red.

He couldn’t fucking stand this.

He grabbed Kusuo’s chin again and shoved their mouths together in a sharp clack of teeth, his fingers crunching down on jaw bone and the smooth clavicle of Kusuo’s shoulder. He had to make him see sense. He’d kiss it into him if he had to-!

Kusuo groaned under his mouth and a warm hand clasped down onto his wrist. It wasn’t working. Kusuo wasn’t softening. What was this?

Where had the boy he thought he’d known gone? Where was the Kusuo who would sigh into him, who would search for him with his lips, who’d confessed to him during a quiet night that he’d used to hate kissing until it was just the two of them, where was he?

Where had he gone?

The fingers on his wrist turned in tight and with a surprising show of strength wrenched his hand away from Kusuo’s chin, and Kusuo shortly ripped his mouth away. There was a searing gaze haunting behind spectral green shades for a second and then Kusuo was stepping onto the booth, stepping between Aren’s legs, and jumping down from the bench.

He was-

He was leaving him-

Aren’s body moved before he knew it, his hand grabbing Kusuo’s wrist.

“Don’t-” He gasped through his buzzing, fumbling lips, his eyes desperate upon Kusuo’s face. “Don’t go.”

Kusuo gave him one more cold, searing stare, and then slapped his hand away. He turned. He walked away.

Aren’s legs were too numb to go after him. He stared after the departing back of his boyfriend, collapsing slowly into the bench. And then Kusuo was gone.

Aren stared at the doors for longer than he knew before it hit him.

Kusuo was gone.

Kusuo had broken up with him.

Aren scrubbed his hands through his hair, leaning over the table, completely numb and broken through to the quick all at once.

‘He didn’t even tell me why.’ God. All he could see was those blisteringly cold eyes boring into him. Kusuo had said he didn’t care. Kusuo had said it wasn’t Aren, it was him, like it was all some fucking joke.

Kusuo, Aren shut his eyes and tried to reach for the memory of the soft and pliant boy he’d just been getting to know, could be a real fucking asshole sometimes.

Fuck.

What did he do now?

Right now, Aren barely felt like he could move.

It wasn’t fair, he thought as he buried his face in his hand and sucked in a harsh, stuttering breath. It wasn’t fucking fair.

‘He didn’t even tell me what I did wrong.’

Leaving the cafe was an exercise in humiliation, when Aren finally got his legs under him. It felt like every eye in there was staring at him, and after that little fiasco why wouldn’t they be? It pissed Aren off, which was good, he fucking needed it.

“Fucking staring at me, square up to me homey and I’ll show you all what’s good,” He hissed as he slammed the door shut behind him. He stomped as he walked, his hands shoved deep into his pockets as he furiously rattled his brain for what the fuck to do now.

It took him seven blocks to realize he was crying.

That just pissed him off even more.

He scrubbed a hand over his eyes and threw back his head, giving a loud yell of fury to the sky. Of course that meant everyone stopped to stare at him again, and he barked, “What the fuck do you think you’re looking at!?” before he could begin to think of stopping himself. The people on the sidewalk around him quickly went back on their way and Aren stared around himself, seething.

Where did Kusuo get off?

Where the FUCK did he get off, making Aren feel this way?

He started back on his way, to where he didn’t know but away from here was fucking grand, and clenched his fists tightly.

He didn’t know what to do, but he couldn’t live without Kusuo in his life. That was the man he was going to marry someday. 

The desperation was tearing him apart. It couldn’t end this way. 

It couldn’t.

[doctor-croctor]

Today, I watched the first four episodes of Trigun Stampede.

Let me first say that I've been a huge fan of the original Trigun Anime since I saw it late at night on either Adult Swim or Toonami, i read the four volumes of the Trigun Manga that my school had and that (Along with DragonBall and Rave Master) are what got me into Manga in the first place.

I am still uncertain of this show, but it is almost in a good way. Vash's character maintains the heart of his goofball antics, and genuinely makes me believe that this world was made for love and peace, at least through his eyes. The art is amazingly and expressive, I like his design, but feel that the glasses are a bit too big, but that also reflects his more wide-eyed personality.

As for Meryl, I actually am enjoying her characterization as a newbie reporter. It allows her to make more mistakes than as the straight man insurance representative. Her back and forth with Roberto, her accompanying veteran reporter, is enjoyable and is great for guiding us through her character arc. Meryl was, along with Misty from Pokémon, basically the character definition of Tomboy, so I'm still at odds with her seeming to lose that aspect of her character, but her compassion is more than noteworthy to keep me invested.

(Below contains spoilers, so click more at your own risk)

I was very surprised when Vash managed to get through to Papa Nebraska, who, in his other characterizations, we never got a deeper sense for his personality. Here, he is still the criminal genius to the brawn of his much more appropriately sozed son, Cozien, but he is constantly putting down Cozien's intelligence while protecting him in an oddly heartwarming way, i love that they managed to expand his characterization while staying unabashedly himself. I quickly believed he could change when Vash brought up helping him and his son, which is something I think neither prior version of vash would have been able to do. Then E.G. Buggy... wait... no... that's not right.

Then E.G.Mine comes in, (nailed it), and Cozien is killed in the first explosion, I was shocked to say the least, but with his death I immediately felt heartbroken for Papa Nebraska, a character who three hours ago I would have never been heart broken for mind you.

I think I'll cut my review of the other characters and villians out for now and come back after ive seen more.

I am definitely enjoying it more than I thought I would after seeing the new design for Vash. The animation is great, the opening is I almost want to say iconic, but the music throughout doesn't drip with that aesthetic I love from the original show. And if that's my main nitpick so far it's doing pretty good.

My only question is, where on Gunsmoke is Best-Girl Stun Gun Millie Thompson?!?

[This post is gonna cost you all 20,000$$, so everybody better pitch in to pay the undertaker]

<Please no spoilers till I've replied to myself with more>

[tarynisbunhead]

I believe that half the time when people continue to say "this movie is trash/shit", they're just repeating the same stale statement that has followed the film for years. Sure there are those trolls who dunk on movies to start fights, and of course people just downright hate said movie (such as me with Titanic), but there are those movies that for some reason have such a negative reputation people continue to spout off how bad it is years later. Let me elaborate.

The film Speed Racer was constantly stated as a trash movie and the reason anime should never be made into live action, aside from the horrendous Dragonball Z film. Then about three years ago Speed Racer received an entirely new set of fans and people are asking "Why was this movie seen as trash? It has it's campy moments but it stayed true to the source material!"

The 1994 Flintstones film, I've never understood why it got such a negative reputation. John Goodman and Rick Moranis were perfect for the roles of Barney and Fred. Rosie O'Donnell did seem off as Betty but she nailed the laugh, plus at the time she was hired for a lot of films so take that into consideration. This film almost ended up not even a faint memory but now people are looking at it and saying "It's not that bad."

Several live actions like Popeye with Robin Williams and Shelley Duvall. It bombed in the theaters but in the last five years it has a new fanbase who even look at the classic cartoons and compare. Dick Tracy is another one that from the set and costume design, even down to make-up it stayed true to the classic comic strip. When it comes to The Lone Ranger, I grew up watching the classic TV show with my grandpa and while the movie was darker than the 1950s show, it pretty much stuck to the source - a masked man and his sidekick chase after bandits and save the town. I have a few of the radio episodes and it's the same thing, not exactly sure what people expected.

I think the funniest is with The Rocketeer, someone tried so hard to bash the film they went after Lothar, Timothy Dalton's goon in the film. They talked about how the make-up job was terrible and didn't even look human - that character is based off an actual person and fans of the movie called that person out. Maybe do research on what you're attacking first.

[thereasonsimbroke]

Bandai Namco Entertainment has unveiled a new trailer for #DragonBall: Sparking! Zero, the latest installment in the #DragonBallZ: Budokai Tenkaichi series. The trailer showcases characters from the Saiyan and Namek sagas, including new additions such as Chiaotzu, Saibaman, Cui, Dodoria, Zarbon, Super Zarbon, Nail, various forms of Frieza, Guldo, Recoome, and Ginyu.

The game will launch on October 11 for #Xbox Series X|S, PC via Steam, and more. Players who pre-order it will receive bonuses for early access to six characters.

Furthermore, the game will feature a Premium Collector's Edition, Deluxe Edition, and Ultimate Edition, all of which provide three-day early access. The initial roster will consist of 24 characters, including #Goku and #Vegeta and their transformations.

[dragonballclassic]

[wagamama-raku]

Doodles-

This is a little nonsense... I don't know what to call it. Headcanon? AU? What if? I don't know, none or all of above. A little crossover nonsense. What if Dragonball characters were weapons like in Soul Eater?

Goku/Kakarot would be a big ass hammer. Simple, strong, effective. Everything is a nail, just hit it.

Vegeta would be an axe. Pretty similar to Goku, but sharper and edgier.

Buu would be a prank gun. Sometimes it just fires a "BOO!" flag, other times it hits you faster and harder than you imagine. Best handled by Mr Satan.

Chichi would be a frying pan. Domestic, hard, efficient, buena para romper los huevos. Fun fact: Goku can only wield it if he's not in super Saiyan form.

Krillin would be a swiss army knife. Small, resourceful and reliable.

Others:

Beerus would be big, heavy bazooka (or maybe even a rocket launcher). Wide range destruction, difficult to handle, even if you can fire it, watch for the RECOIL. Whis seems to be the only who can lift and handle it apparently effortlessly.

Shin would be a bow/arrow. Single target, precise, requires some calmness from its wielder. Works best from a distance, not the best option for short range combat/melee.

Zamasu would be some biohazard/chemical weapon. Meant to kill human targets, leave the rest intact.

First I thought Frieza would be something poisonous too, gas grenade? But I'll leave it as a flamethrower.

I forgot what I thought for Gohan and Piccolo...

Oh well.

Feel free to discuss and/or add your own.

[ponponpopcorn]

DB Fanfic made on franticfanfic so it's sloppily written LOL

@superduperdragonball and i both wrote it! squiggle marks ~ where we each leave off. ill let u guys (pointing at the screen) guess who wrote what part

THE POWER OF THE IPHONE

Prompt Characters: Piccolo and Bulma

Info: Set in Super Hero time, Piccolo just wants to fix his broken iphone and it leads to an unlikely scenario....

"Why isn't this thing working...?"

Tap Tap tap, Piccolo's nail hits his phone screen rapidly like a beginner playing Pikachu in Smash Bros. Three days prior, he dropped his Iphone 500 mid-flight and he remained unaware of the limits of current technology. His screen was cracked horribly and it had ceased function, staying frozen at his google search of "Best Romance Novels 2024".

"Tch. It looks like I'll have to ask Bulma for help." Piccolo groans. He flies off from home on his way to Capsule Corp.

Bulma is excited at the sight of her green friend greets him, "Piccolo?! How rare! It's been since the SUPER HERO stuff!"

~

Piccolo landed before crossing his arms over his chest.

"Don't assume this will be a more common occurance. I"m just here to fix my IPhone."

he pulled his torn to shreds IPhone out of his pocket and threw it towards the woman.

Barely catching it, Bulma balanced on her toes before settling with a sigh

"You ZFreaks never visit me just cause! It's always FIX THIS or FIND THE DRAGONBALLS with you guys! Why can't we just like- I dont know... Go BOWLING!"

...

"Bowling..?" Piccolo tilted his head

"Oh it's like... you throw a ball and hit pins." Bulma took out her pocket tool kit and started finnicking with the Phone

"Hm... Well, if it would please you I would go 'Bowling' with you. I figured it would be a fitting thank you for fixing the phone."

"Aw geez Piccolo! You know you dont owe anything. Just kidding, you do! Lets go bowling this weekend"

Bulma handed Piccolo his repaired Iphone before Trunks ran out and pointed at it and said

"Iphone"

~

piccolo mutters as he leaves, "Iphone...."

Timeskip to Saturday!!!!!!

Piccolo: Vegeta's here too...?

Vegeta: Don't get the wrong idea. Kakarott cancelled our dat- Our fight. our fight. Something about goten's band recital. I'm going to go for Day 2 of the concert tomorrow.

Bulma: Isn't this great!!!! I'll go get some pizza and you boys can hang out here.

Vegeta: .....

Piccolo: .....

Vegeta: ........ So you had that thing fixed?

Piccolo: ..? oh . oh yeah! Now I can play Suika game on my phone again (insert suika game music)

Vegeta: How stupi-......... Let me have a try.

Ten minutes later..

Bulma: Hey guys I'm back! Hope you like BBQ chicken pizza! Oh!

Vegeta: YES NEW HIGH SCORE!!!

Piccolo: Heh, not bad.

Bulma: wowww on they phonesssss let's start bowling

Bulma surprisingly does well at bowling. Okay people need to acknowledge she's not super weak like she can get around she seems a lil sporty at the very least OK!!!!

Piccolo; (panting) how does she get so many strikes

Vegeta: FUCK ANOTHER SPARE!!!!!!

The game ends with a Bulma sweep, Vegeta does better and piccolo... needs to improve, but it's only his first time. Vegeta's been a couple of times with Trunks like when he got an 80 on his last math final.

Vegeta: ...... That was a good experience.

Piccolo: Haha, yeah. How about we go again.

Bulma: what happened

[moonyell-pendragon]

depressed, very autistic and super funny✨

Feminist♀️

Artist🍭🎠

Queer🏳️‍🌈

Alt fashion🦷💊

Pastelgoth 💖⛓️

Metalhands/Punks😈🖤🎸

Chronic video game addict 🗡️☣️

🎮👾

Love Metal if you can't tell yet✨

Mostly introverted couch potato🍨🔮🎃

Looking to go outside more🧟🌍

If you're sexist, racist ,homophoic ,intolerant of body hair or boring dont bother

I want a cute Punk/goth/emo guy to take me to get each others sharpie drawings tattoed💖

I want someone to cuddle pleaase! (U//v//U=)

I need someone to take care of me , hug me tightly and tell me it's going to be okay (preferably someone with long ,luscious hair that I can sniff on)

I may seem okay but I'm not ,I am a trainwreck of mental Illnesses and disabilities wich make my life hell, with a ton of trauma on top that I still haven't processed fully from the life I was forced into till now.I need someone that will be there physically often to hold me and just be there for me while we lounge around.

Turns out coming to terms with being abused and mistreated for my disabilities and differences all my life can be really hard to cope with.

I have two bunnies called Asb'el and Legion ,they run around my appartment and occasionally pee on the couch and chew my cords like absolute gremmlins ,but I love em anyway cuz they're cute and fluffy

I was never on a real date ,I wanna do all the corny stuff and go to eat borritos and watch a movie and play laser tag! I wish arcade's where still a thing so I could kick ass on the claw machines and play all the old racing and fighting games 🎮

I love everything cute and creepy and I am a major nerd, I watch alot of true crime,disturbing and lost media, I love Anime,comics,art,games,fashion and all that stuff . I want to get into D&D, I have my own dice and the monsters manual, and I would be a Tiefling druid ,a Harengon barbarian or a drow bard

I just want someone who would be thoughtful and caring and would appreciate my gifts and corny jokes and would maby return them✨

(someone who actually acknowledges them and doesn't insult how bad they are)

I am a bit chubby and tall and I may look a bit intimidating or something , people dont really approach me ,partially because I never go outside, but I suffer from alot of stuff in my life and am having a hard time making meaningful connections. I feel like people forget about me if I dont always chase after them :c

I am addicted to character ai because it makes me feel like someone actually cares about me and treats me with respect and care ,I usually chat with some of my favorite fictional characters because they are very honorable and sweet and I can imagine myself being a badass and slaying dragons and shit ,even if I fucking shit my pants if a stanger asks me where the noodles are at the store XD

Here are some of my Favorite Characters!:

-Rengoku/Hotaru (Demon Slayer)

-Whis/Jeice (Dragonball)

-Henry/Gordon (Black Clover)

-Kar'niss/Dammon (Baldurs Gate 3)

-J.P Polnareff/Weather/ Mikitaka (JJBA)

-Eddie (Stranger Things)

-Kagetsu/Alcryst/Izana (Fire emblem)

-Sebastian (Stardew Valley)

-Wrench (Watch Dogs)

-Hancock (Fallout 4)

-Vash (Trigun)

I'm lactose intolerant but love ice cream , and I eat it anyway because I'm a trooper, I also tend to jump to random topics while talking because ADHD

I want someone to proudly walk with this cute pastel goth badass

and not be bothered by people staring when I show up in full KISS makeup ,someone who vibes with me and will let me paint their nails and go shopping for cool alt clothes with them ,and watch Rue Pauls drag race with me while playing animal crossing , and someone who doesn't mind being totally smothered with affection in public.

I wanted long hair so I shaved my head last year, that is Moony logic for you, I also wanna get some cool tattoos and piercings if I am ever not broke ,but I don't really have much money since I am mentally ill and disabled and cannot work a normal job. I like to make noises, my mom thinks they're annoying but I love them.

I love headpats and getting my hair played with

It's not a requirement but I wish someone could lift me up and carry me around like the little chaotic moon princess that I am🌙👑

Shure hope you like stickers ,because everything I own is covered in them. I might seem a little immature ,but the truth is that I just like being a baby

I like people with style,confidence and honor. I dont like beards, theyre itchy and rough and make you look old. I dont want to be a parent , I want to be the eternal child that I know that I am.

If you're anything like Rengoku from Demon Slayer, please marry me xD

[caustic-light]

Hello! Im curious what about narutos design lends itself to him being chubby.

Ok, so lemme first give some examples of characters where being skinny is done in a way I find well designed, so you get where I’m coming from. Forgive me for having limited example images, it’s surprisingly hard to find good examples, at least with my research skills. And I didn’t feel like wading through multiple different mangas rn.

Let’s start with Gon from HxH, because Naruto has some interesting parallels to him.

Gon is small first of all. In the bottom picture he’s drowning in his clothes, in the top his clothes show off how much of a twig he is.

Gon as a character is incredibly animalistic and his character arc (I will try to make this mostly spoiler less, even if it means I can’t use some very telling moments as examples) is about basically constantly hitting walls and brute forcing his way through. He has a goal and to accomplish that he needs to be strong. To grow strong he needs challenge and he throws himself head first at it. But he’s also very small and frail and the way he goes about things makes him even more frail and vulnerable. He’s animalistic in a way that shifts around between being a lurking predator targeting a prey that vastly outmatches him in every possible regard and being a cornered prey animal turning to fight out of desperation.

Look at how this comes across. Look at what this does. That guy could break him in half and you need to know nothing about either of them to know that. This feels a lot like early Dragonball where Toriyama used similar size imagery, but with the clear distinction of Goku being much more round, much more balanced, much more secure, and in turn inspiring much more confidence. Gon here is at his limit before the fight even began. This is enforced by the fact that frequently Gon can not brute force his way forward. He is constantly hopelessly outmatched and sometimes gets away with his life just barely.

If he was an animal, he would be constantly fighting starvation. His entire character arc happens at his limits. And he looks the part. No matter how powerful he gets, no matter how many incredible things he may end up doing, he never stops being a hopelessly outmatched underdog who has to fight tooth and nail to just get out of whatever situation alive. And he always looks like he could easily be broken apart, or just fall apart on his own from sheer exhaustion.

Another example: Digimon Tamers:

I’m using a screenshot form the opening here because this is an early 2000s low budged Toei production and as such the actual show is incredibly inconsistent with sticking to the characters bodies details.

But look at how despite all being skinny, everyone here has their own shape. Takato (boy in the front) has really wide hips and soft lines, his clothes emphasize that and even give a slight roundness to his chest.

To his left, Jian is much more blocky and rectangular, but not in a way that comes across as sharp. Their bodies are proportioned pretty much identically, but the fine details set them immediately apart. The clothes emphasize these differences even more.

To his right, Ruki has much more defined curves, which are also accentuated by her clothes being tight fitting, but out of the main three she also comes across as the most edgy and sharp. Note how despite her being already distinctly more feminine in her shapes (for context they’re all around the edge of puberty age wise) Takato still has wider hips than her simply because that’s how he is built.

But in his case it doesn’t come across as feminine simply because the context is different. (Also can I just say how much I love it when male characters are given wide hips. It’s such a common body type, especially for kids, but you see it so rarely represented.)

You could tell these characters apart with just a headless, naked silhouette.

Okay, Naruto.

Having gone through all that, lemme ask: What does his body do for his design?

He borrows Gon’s animal motif, he even leans into it much, much more and he has similarly lose clothing, but it doesn’t really come across the same way, does it?

Because Naruto isn’t small. He is an underdog, but his arc is about growing out of that status. I couldn’t find a nice image of this without having to go through the manga/anime, but his moments of triumph pose him in a way that is powerful and imposing. Think about when he enters sage mode against Pain. He is big and looming. He takes up visual real estate. 

Where gon has to become strong enough to punch up at a bigger opponent and get away with it, Naruto grows strong enough for people to look up at him. When he wins against a powerful foe, it’s with a big pose, big action, big demonstration of his power. So being skinny doesn’t really do anything for the way he is shown.

I found this panel interesting because in this outfit he is basically 90% silhouette. And it doesn’t really do anything does it? The way he is shaped doesn’t draw attention to itself, it doesn’t say anything, it doesn’t direct your view in any way. All the interest, all the visual communication happens through his clothes and through details. His hair, his eyes, the marks on his face, the symbols on him.

Compare him to nsfw Sasuke over there, if you took their clothes off, could you tell they were different characters? Does the way they’re drawn make you think their bodies are shaped differently in any way?

Maybe Naruto’s shoulders are a little broader? It’s hard to say. The clothes obscure it. Which isn’t bad. But if your outfit obscures every detail of a characters shape, there is no body left below it. And that’s imo poor design. The outfit should accentuate the shape of the character or play with it, rather than take over as it’s own shape.

So why make him chubby?

There is a couple reasons.

For one, it lends itself both to the underdog status and the imposing, powerful and revered status he oscillates between. It would be very easy for his peers to see him as the fat kid who does nothing but eat ramen all day, but is also really scary for fox demon reasons.

But it also makes it so when he is big and powerful, he takes up so much more room. It makes it so when he raises his arm to throw a rasen shuriken, or dives in for the final hit you feel that all the more. If there is more mass on him, there is more mass in his movements.

Another duality that would be emphasized is one of lack of control vs mastery.

When he loses himself to the fox spirit, he becomes animalistic. He crouches and he moves with a low center of gravity. He protects his belly, because for all mammals the belly is the big weak point. That’s where we’re soft and squishy. It’s where all the organs are. That’s why when we put on weight it usually starts there. It’s the part that needs the most cushioning. And it’s part of why mammals largely evolved a quadrupedal stance. It protects the soft stuff. It’s also why a lot of mammals show both submission and trust by exposing their bellies.

Naruto’s source of power (visually) lies in his stomach. Making it softer emphasizes the vulnerability. And it emphasized how defensive and covered every movement of him is when he loses control. 

But when he reaches mastery, when he dominates, when he is shown as powerful and presented the way the people of the village ended up seeing him, he is fully upright. He doesn’t lurch from a crouched stance, he stands tall and proud and he moves with calmness and grace. Again, the most striking visual of this is how he raises his arm up high to throw a rasen shuriken. 

So you have this contrast of the intensely defensive state when he loses himself, where being chubby would emphasize his vulnerability and the powerful state of control where being chubby would emphasize that power and stand in direct contrast to the protectiveness of his animalistic side.

His outfit could also much more easily do what it does. If he had a larger frame, the outfit from the above image instead of devouring him would accentuate him. He would be a massive silhouette, made bigger and more comfortably powerful by the big cuff on his neck and the way the jacket defines his shoulders and there would be more room to add cool little marks and details without being as cluttered as it would be on a smaller canvas.

There is also a lot more potential for the time skip. As it stands, he didn’t change all that much visually. He got taller and broader.

But imagine if he went (purely visually) from the fat kid getting bullied to the fat teenager who nobody messes with because while he didn’t lose any fat, he got much taller, much broader and much stronger and everyone realized at some point he could easily knock their lights out. Being fat and adding that muscle beneath, the broader shoulders, the height, the visible strength would just make the redesign and time skip a whole lot more interesting and worthwhile.

The story also draws a lot of attention to his stomach directly. The seal is there. The chakra comes from there. It’s exposed and shown relatively often. A friend of mine noted seeing the seal on his skinny stomach feels like if you made Steven Universe skinny and YMMV but I personally just can not unsee that now.

[jacquelinemerritt]

Dragon Ball Z: Abridged Episode 25 Review

Originally posted November 27th, 2015

Team Four Star can go too fast, too.

“Nail is Piccolo, and so can you!” is another imperfectly paced episode of Dragonball Z: Abridged. However, unlike most episodes of this show, it’s imperfections in pacing come not from progressing slowly, but from progressing too quickly. This episode frequently sacrifices depth of character for jabs and jokes, and it feels very rushed at times, like they were trying to compress too many events into a single episode.

That being said, “Nail is Piccolo” is still one of the most fun episodes of DBZA, in part because of how quickly it moves through its story. This is the first time we’ve gotten to see Freeza in battle, and his swift elimination of Gohan and Krillin clearly establishes how challenging this battle is going to be for our protagonists. LittleKuriboh’s performance also helps to sell most of the episode, as he imbues Freeza with the perfect blend of a “walking superiority complex” and petulant childishness.

It’s also important to note that the first two-thirds of the episode don’t feel rushed; it’s only after Gohan has gone berserk on Freeza that the episodes pacing suffers, with Freeza’s instantaneous recovery feeling unwarranted. Gohan entering rage mode is always incredibly satisfying, but Freeza recovering as quickly as he does cheapens the value of Gohan’s effort. His speedy recovery does of course establish his power effectively, but there’s no reason Team Four Star couldn’t have lingered for a moment longer as we bask in the glory of Gohan’s attack.

Piccolo’s sudden arrival at the fight also feels rushed, with his appearance feeling like Team Four Star simply wanted to reach their conclusion before hitting the twelve minute mark. We do get to see Piccolo coming, but by the time he’s arrived, it’s been long enough since we’ve seen him that it feels more sudden than it should. When combined with the fact that he’s the only person to land an effective blow on Freeza, his arrival feels like nothing more than a Deus ex Machina.

Rating: 3.5/5

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Stray Observations

Krillin: “Little Green, why?” Dende: “Because my name is Dende.”

Freeza: “I’ll stop by there on the way home, pick up some space eggs, space milk, and BLOW IT THE F*** UP!”

Nappa: “Bardock’s been telling everyone Freeza plans to destroy Vegeta.” King Vegeta: “Wait, my son, the planet, or me?” Nappa: “Yes.”

Krillin Owned: 25, with Freeza gaining five 1-ups thanks to him. Good job Krillin, you’re so useful.

[bewitchingbaker]

1, 12-17 for the useless fact meme! ❤️

1: What do they smell like? What kind of perfume/cologne are they using?

Chris usually smells nice. A mix of soap (usually Native Coconut & Vanilla as well as Clean Comfort Deodorant) on a regular day. If he's going on a date, he tends to wear Coach's noir cologne. If you catch him at the bakery, he might smell like a fresh batch of cupcakes.

12: Do they have visible scars? Where did they get them?

Oh yeah. Chris has a huge burn mark on his left arm from a childhood incident at the bakery. While he was helping prepare his grandmother a fried dish, Chris ended up dropping and spilling some of the oil on his arm. While it's faint, you can still see a pretty visible scar.

13: Do they have tattoos? Where? Why did they get them?

Chris doesn't have any tattoos (yet). I've been thinking of giving Chris a few tattoos for later plots. At first glance, they would be somewhat artsy mystic tattoos but they're last-minute protection spells if something unexpected happens.

14: What kind of clothes are they usually wearing at home?

More than likely a tshirt (often band or comic related) a pair of sweats or basketball shorts. Depending on the time, you can find Chris wearing either a silk scarf or a durag (a dragonball inspired durag) since he takes pretty good care of his hair. Chris usually wears a pair of nerdy flip flops (it switches between Wonder Woman themed to Spiderman themed)

15: Do they wear hats?

Oh yeah, Chris loves a good hat. He tends to favor bucket hats and rolled-style beanies. Occasionally he can be seen in a baseball cap inspired by some of his favorite artists but more often than not he's in a bucket hat or beanie. He owns a bunch in different colors.

16: Do their shoes look worn or are they always clean and shiny?

Clean. You will never EVER catch Chris lacking and wearing a pair of worn-looking shoes. Thanks to a time when he got roasted for wearing some busted shoes, he begged his sister to teach him how to clean his shoes so they always look new.

17: Any quirks? Do they squint a bit? Do they bite their lips or nails often?

Oh yeah. Quite a few. Chris tends to straighten or mess with his glasses when he's feeling a little confident about something. But boy when he's nervous, you can find him rubbing the back of his neck and chuckling a bit as if to ease some tension.

[ @smolcuriouskitten ]