#spirit ball

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[yamcha-thelonewolf]

🩹The three wounds.

Although there are many things to say about Yamcha, today my attention goes to one of the most curious topics about him: the scars.

Dragon Ball, ch. 166, The Reunion.

This is the first image of our good ol' Yamcha with his new look and... I really have to admit it: while I loved so much his so many pre-23rd Tenkaichi Tournament styles, I cannot deny that the Yamcha we see at the end of OG Dragon Ball and throughout DBZ gains a stratospheric appeal. His more mature face and the triumphant return of his long hair, here tied back in a cool ponytail, make a big impression for sure, but it's certainly his two new facial markings that especially make the difference.

Let's say it together: Yamcha is the pretty boy of the gang. He's got flowing black hair, he has lots of charisma, a strong sense of humor, and on top of that, he's got grazy techniques that visually tear apart more famous ones. Sounds just like... A wasted character, doesn't it? As I said before, that is not the question I want to address today. So...

...How did Yamcha get his scars?

I'm not quite sure if there is an official explanation on this, and if there is I apologize for my lack of one. In any case, I'd like to lay out my personal theory. Actually it's not a big deal at all, it is not a fanciful story that I made up to enrich Yamcha's life. It is simply the result of a logical evaluation and a long, long observation in the field.

As we know, at the end of The Great Demon King Piccolo Arc, Yamcha and others start to train hard for three long years in preparation for the new budokai.

We don't know exactly how our heroes trained, whether they spent time together, and specifically whether Yamcha returned to the city occasionally to be with Bulma and Puar, but from his girlfriend's words we can assume that he only devoted himself to training.

This is not the first time he has done it. Fortunately! In fact, in the 21th Tournament Arc, we can see him away from the city, moving through the woods like a real wolf to enhance even more of his most famous technique, the Rōgafūfūken. Then, when the Red Ribbon adventure ends, Yamcha notices how Goku's strength has increased overwhelmingly, so he decides to move to the Kame House to become a full-fledged pupil of the Turtle School. In this case, Bulma visited him whenever she could (or wanted to), but this time is different. Yamcha now carries with him two major defeats in the quarterfinals, plus a strong sense of helplessness during the The Great Demon King Piccolo Arc because of his broken leg. He cannot and will not stay in the shadows again and again, although we could not help but appreciate his every effort. That is why this time it is necessary for him to make his mark in the martial arts world. And indeed Yamcha succeeds.

Although he loses again in the quarterfinals, the twist he gives us is one of the most beautiful of the whole tournament.

His new technique, the Sōkidan, leaves even God himself speechless. I will undoubtedly talk about this wonderful move on another occasion. Right now what I want to point out is simply the lethal effect this has on the opponent.

As we can see, the Sōkidan is an extremely elegant and elaborate technique that can destroy, stun and distract the opponent depending on the will of the user. Unfortunately, we don't see it often, but thanks to DBZ fillers, some movies and the videogames we can get an idea of how devastating it can be.

Requiring full ki control, consequently this maneuverable ball suggests how extremely difficult it is to handle.

Now let's go back again and let's try to imagine a Yamcha who is tired of losing and wants to amaze everyone in the next Budokai. So let's try to imagine a Yamcha who returns to the woods, sits down by a lake, under the moon, and somewhat like Tien does, whom he has come to know and esteem until then, he too begins to focus and finally explore his own soul until then only devoted to the teenage love with Bulma and those little big satisfactions in his various fights. After all, he has always been one of the strongest. We must not forget that before the tournaments there are the preliminaries.

Anyway, we are still in the woods. Yamcha has opened the palm of his hand and slowly the night seems less dark as a small and seemingly harmless orb begins to float by his concentration. Maybe he is on the right track. A small grin appears on his face... After all, he has always been a bit of a swagger and that is also why we like him. But then, I don't know whether that same night or in the following days, this still somewhat wild sphere goes out of his control. It literally gets out of his hands, and although it is sad to think about, it turns on him and crashes right into his face, cutting him twice: on his right eye and on his left cheek. Of course, not in an overly direct way. I imagine more of a smear wound, or something like that, just like what happens to the mysterious Shen.

In this scene, Yamcha certainly has much more mastery, but I have no doubt that during his solitary training he had a hard time precisely because of the dangerousness of this technique that requires significant spiritual control.

Finally, one last detail I would like to dwell on is the reaction Yamcha must have had at the sight of his new face. Throughout the story, he has never hidden the fact that he is quite vain and conscious of his own beauty. And how can you blame him?! Well, the first time we see him despairing over his poor ruined face is when Goku knocks his tooth out. We are at the beginning of our great Akira Toriyama-signed adventure.

Here Yamcha was a lonely 16-year-old boy who was afraid of beautiful girls. A terrible curse since his greatest desire was (is) to get married. I assume that seeing himself ugly after losing his tooth must have only heightened his frustration! Instead, when he gets the two scars, Yamcha's age ranges from twenty to twenty-three. He has grown, he has changed, he has a girlfriend and even a fanclub, but most importantly he has greater self-awareness. In my humble opinion, he has not despaired so much. Not like a drama queen, at least. After all, if it is true that it was the Sōkidan that ruined his manly face, his new consciousness must surely have suggested to him that it was worth it. In the bottom of my heart I hope he has also realized that he has increased not only his power but also his sex appeal... but hey! that is my very personal opinion. 😸

So, this is what I have always thought, or rather, what I like to think about the origin of his scars. Many assume that it was the clash with some wolves, and even this is interesting, but I don't think that with the power level he reached he could be bitten so easily by an animal he knows so well... For me, it was its own strength. It suits his will to persist even at the cost of losing his life.

You know, I'm sadly happy that it's him who has the scarred face. I really don't know but... Something tells me that if his face hadn't had those two marks, Yamcha would have been even further forgotten. I can't explain it but I feel like it's like this.

However, gettin those scars must have been painful, I realize, but after all... Yamcha is someone who lives with pain all the time. That's why the title of this topic refers to three wounds, not two. In the end... We all agree that Yamcha's biggest scar is in his heart, right?

[johnchrom89]

Song of 100 Heroes - Day 10 - Yamcha and Puar

''You ready for this?''

-----Yamcha, Dragon Ball ''Yamcha vs Shen''

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[dailycupofcreativitea]

One of my favourite hyperbolic time chamber scenes :D

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everybody was very nice on my last post(s) so !!! more cole and manfred be upon you :D

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assad zaman • prem

[castiels-undercoat]

"Maybe Dean seems bi because Jensen wants to sleep with Misha!" perhaps, but have we also considered Jensen actually didn't act at all on spn and instead blacked out and got possessed by the spirit of Dean Winchester every time they pointed a camera at him?

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[dragonballwish]

if i were goku, i would not be able to resist watching over them

gift for my beloveds over @ mt paozu server hehe <3

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[berrryparfait]

wishful thinking ❀˖°

— ༉‧₊ᐟ featuring: sylus, zayne x fem!reader

— ༉‧₊ᐟ premise: feelings were hurt, hearts were broken. and now you fear he might have found someone new. you screwed up big time, and it just might be too late to take it back. 「i still love you, i promise.」

— ༉‧₊ᐟ tags/cws: angst and eventual fluff, reader begs for forgiveness after hurting him, complicated feelings, misunderstandings / miscommunication, jealousy, dramatic bridgerton-style monologues, romcom climax vibes, implied m*rder

— ༉‧₊ᐟ word count: sylus – 1.7k | zayne – 1.4k

— ♫₊ᐟ soundtrack: i miss you, i'm sorry – gracie abrams

✧ a/n: this would've gotten me in trouble on booktok but i love it when the fmc grovels for a change (assuming she was in the wrong ofc). there's something so romantic about stepping up to get ur mans back!!

Those last words you said to him still echo in your head, a torturous reminder of the damage you’d dealt. Guilt is a heavy burden, and that horrible voice in the back of your mind tells you it’s one you’ll have to carry for the rest of your life.

You never meant to say it. You don’t mean it—not even in the slightest.

Two weeks ago, you hurt the man you love. And you haven’t spoken since. You’ve spent the past few days wallowing in regret, consumed by a terrible sadness that’s been eating you alive. Sylus hasn’t reached out either, and part of you knows you deserve it.

How could you have been so stupid, to ruin such a fresh and fragile relationship like that?

You still remember exactly what you said to him. He came home one night with blood on his clothes, most of it undoubtedly not his. You’d been crashing at his place for the week, so you were the first to see the mess he’d created on himself. You don’t know why, but in that moment your first instinct was to lash out at him; to blame him for his needless violence and cruelty. You hadn’t even thought to ask if he was okay, or why he’d caused the mess to begin with.

“I’m tired of you always showing up like…like this!” You gesture to his scarlet-stained shirt, a look of terror on your face. “Why can’t you just live like a normal person for once?”

He sighs, seemingly exhausted. He can’t seem to look you in the eye. “I’ve had a long day. Please don’t yell at me like that.”

“We’ve been together, what, a month? How am I supposed to trust you when you’re always covered in someone else’s blood? How am I supposed to feel safe around you?”

“You feel threatened around me?” A dangerous intensity sparks in his face then, though he still looks strangely solemn and withdrawn, as if the conversation is bleeding him dry.

“Yes. I do.” I glare at him, pulse spiking. “I see why everyone fears you. They have a good reason to. You’re exactly who they say you are, Sylus.” The words come out harsh and hard-edged, and he flinches.

He doesn’t respond, but the look in his eyes changes. The indignation vanishes, replaced by a hurt so painful you have to avert your gaze. He turns from you and stares at the floor, utterly broken.

“I hope I never see you again,” you spit, shoving past him and out the front door, your shoulder brushing against his as you leave.

That was the last time you saw him. The memory remains as raw and merciless as it was the day after. Luke and Kieran had been the ones to fill you in. It turns out he’d hunted down and taken care of a group of bandits who had been stalking you earlier that week. He’d eliminated the threat but chose not to tell you, not wanting to cause you unnecessary worry. Idiot.

You need to do something. Apologize for your stupidity. Admit your mistake.

Get him back.

The past two weeks have been excruciating—suffocating. You wonder if he’s been feeling the same. It wouldn’t be surprising if he never wanted anything to do with me again. I trampled all over him and now I want him back? The nerve.

But you have to try. You need him to know how much you love him.

The annual Linkon Charity Gala is in two days’ time, and if you’re lucky, someone special might be in attendance.

…

The ballroom is swarming with haughty elites, a sight you and Sylus would’ve poked fun at if you’d attended this event together. Once again, your stomach twists sharply and you have to remind yourself not to lose your courage. You were here for one thing and one thing only: to get your man back.

You decided to wear something simple tonight; a short, red dress with black sneakers and your hair shamelessly undone. It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out that you didn’t belong in this crowd. People were already starting to glance your way, but you didn’t care.

You search the sea of people for a head of white hair, which doesn’t take very long. He was always one of the tallest men in the room. As usual, he’s impeccably dressed, in a well-pressed two-piece suit the color of a raven’s feather. He looks devastatingly handsome tonight, and your heart pangs once more.

But as the crowd parts slightly, you feel your breath finally escape your lungs for real. He didn’t come alone.

A beautiful woman stands to his right, her small arm looped around his, a gentle smile on her face. She’s jaw-droppingly gorgeous, and she looks like she comes from this world. His world.

Who is that? Don’t tell me he’s moved on already… They laugh effortlessly at each other’s jokes, never missing a beat as they move through the crowd and sip at their champagne flutes.

Then time stills as his gaze passes over yours, a fleeting moment so intense and powerful that you gasp in surprise. His crimson eyes startle slightly at the sight of you, and you’re unsure if it’s because he wasn’t expecting you to show up at such a pretentious event or because you’re wearing an obscenely casual outfit to a charity ball.

Or if he just wasn’t expecting to see you again period.

You panic and look away, pretending not to notice him. Suddenly, you wonder if this whole grovelling act of yours was a mistake. Who are you to barge your way back into his life? After everything you said to him? He’s probably better off with that girl…

Wait, where did she go? She’s no longer at his side. You frown in confusion, then stop dead in your tracks when you realize she’s walking towards you. Fuck, fuck fuck—

“Hi! I don’t think I’ve seen you around before... What’s your name?” she asked, her smile bright and genuine.

You can’t think of a single reason why she’s talking to you. Your brain goes into high alert, and your eyes scan the crowd for Sylus. He’s staring right at you, a blank look on his face.

“I’m…” You hesitate, but something in her expression tells you she doesn’t have bad intentions. “I’m sorry. I have something to say to your date.”

The girl frowns, puzzled. Nevertheless, she takes a step back to give you and Sylus—who’d squeezed his way through the crowd—some space. You both stand there staring at each other for a few seconds, uncertain and wary. His guard is up, you can tell.

You force yourself to take a deep breath and steady your quavering voice. Now isn’t the time to cower away from him. Not now, not ever. “I came here for you.” When he remains silent, you press on. “I’m an idiot. I hurt you. And I’m so, so sorry.”

A small crowd has begun to form around the scene, but you pay them no mind. “I understand now that you were just trying to protect me. I didn’t even ask…” you trail off as your voice chokes with tears, “I didn’t even ask if you were okay…

I took you for granted. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I can’t stop thinking about what we could’ve had—together. And now I’m here in this stupid dress and these stupid shoes at this stupid charity event, which I think is great, by the way, but everyone’s staring at me and I can’t even pour my heart out to you in peace! God!”

At this, the crowd dissipates a little, leaving a wave of awkward murmurs in its wake. You ignore the tears streaming down your face. Sylus is still staring at you, his piercing eyes unrelenting. “And your new girlfriend is gorgeous and nice and-and—Ugh! You both probably deserve each other more than I’ll ever deserve you. But that’s okay. I just wanted you to know how sorry I am, and that my life has been hell without you, so you’ll hopefully feel better about yourself after the shit I said two weeks ago…

I just miss you. And I needed you to understand that I’m sorry, and I love you, Sylus.”

The air thins and the silence thickens in the moments that follow, everyone else ceasing to exist as you just stand there, face to face.

He takes a step closer, and you can feel the heat emanating off his body. “If you only knew how much you’ve plagued my thoughts…” His eyes search yours, vulnerable and fearful. “I only wanted to keep you safe. It’s still the only thing I want.”

You reach out to cup his cheek, your heart beating so fast you’re certain he can hear it.

“I frightened you away from me. I’m a monster.”

You shake your head with such force your brain rattles. “No. You are not a monster. Would a monster do everything in his power to keep me from harm? I love you, no matter what you think you are. All you have to do now is forgive me, and I’m yours.”

The ridge between his brows deepens, and you know a million doubts are passing through his mind. “I could never hold a grudge against you. You know I adore you—more than anything.”

You smile as you lean your forehead against his, and all feels right in the world again.

A thought startles you from your dream-like state, and you swivel around to face the girl he brought to the event.

She raises a perfect eyebrow and grins smugly at you. “Oh, don’t worry about me. I’m just a plus-one he hired to attract the sponsors.”

You sigh in relief as you turn back to Sylus, who looks so happy you feel your heart expand beyond the confines of your ribcage. “Let’s go home.”

“I’d like nothing more.” He eyes your dress coyly, one hand already reaching out to grab you by the waist. “Cute.”

“Shut up. I was in a rush.”

You’re an awful person. You can’t stop thinking about it—the pure helplessness on his face as you tossed his feelings aside and spat at his pride.

How he’d ever come to like you, you have no idea. Dr. Zayne was the best of us; pure at heart and driven to the core. You know he tries his hardest to balance all aspects of his incredibly busy life, but even a wonder like him can’t always do it all.

He takes his job as a cardiac surgeon more seriously than most. Fates rest in his hands, and it’s common knowledge around the hospital that he’d jump into a boiling volcano before giving anything less than his all to every single patient. That’s just the kind of person he was. Dedicated, compassionate Zayne.

Your Zayne.

No, not anymore. Not since you stomped on his spirit less than a month ago. The memory remains imprinted on your skin, fresh and terrible…

He’s late for your date again. It’s the third time this week. Who does he take you for? You pace back and forth underneath a swaying apple tree in the park, frustrated by his repeated tardiness. You know he’s a busy man, and that doctors don’t have it especially easy in Linkon. But three times? That’s pushing it.

“I apologise for being late. Something came up at the hospital.” He’s clutching two cups of warm coffee in his hands. “I’ll make it up to you. I promise.” He offers you a cup, his expression frazzled and dazed.

You make no move to take the cup from him. The hostility in your voice is palpable as you spit, “How often is this going to be happening? It’s been a whole hour, and you couldn’t even be bothered to text me? I can’t even look at you right now.”

His hand retreats in shock, and he looks down at the freshly-cut grass beneath his feet. “I’m sorry. Let me take you for dinner—”

“No. There will be no dinners or dates for as long as you can’t show up on time! God, you’re the worst boyfriend ever.”

You spot the exact moment he utterly crumbles, and your brain kicks into fight or flight mode. Flight. Definitely flight. You storm off in the opposite direction, hoping he doesn’t follow you like a sad puppy, because that would be a hassle you don’t have the emotional capacity to deal with today.

The scene ends as you shake your head at yourself, disgusted by your lack of empathy for a person who—in your eyes—could quite literally do no wrong. You find out days later from a fellow doctor of his that the reason he’d been late so many times that week was that one of the neighbouring hospitals had recently shut down, causing a sudden spike in demand for Akso Hospital’s resources—including their most proficient cardiac surgeon.

You were being immature. Short-sighted. Inconsiderate. The amount of stress he must’ve been feeling, having to deal with such an overwhelming influx of patients… And you’d only made things ten times worse for him. What a shitty girlfriend.

You’re in the midst of scrolling through social media when you see it: Zayne, in another girl’s post??? The air gushes out of your lungs as you try to understand what you’re looking at. Don’t tell me he’s…moved on already?

In the photo, a woman with a pretty smile poses cheekily next to a calm and collected Zayne. It’s a selfie taken at a coffee shop next to the hospital. A steaming cup of coffee sits on the table in front of him, next to a chocolate croissant that has no business being in a platonic setting like this one…right?

Your stomach drops as you scroll through the comments under the post, most of which sound like this: You both look so cute together!!! kekekekeke I wonder if our pretty surgeon will finally be the one to thaw our cool doctor’s heart??? TTTTTT

Fuck these comments. Fuck whoever wrote them. Zayne’s heart had been in the midst of thawing before you froze it right back up again, and it’s unfortunate for those netizens that you never do anything halfway.

…

You stand before the automatic hospital doors and take a deep calming breath. You can do this. You have to do this. Zayne deserves an apology, and he’s going to get one. 

A part of you knows that coming here in the middle of the afternoon to potentially cause a scene that may or may not result in anything good is selfish. Shameless. But your heart has been aching at the mere thought of him. Even if he doesn’t forgive you—which he would probably be right to—you need him to know how you really feel.

“Hi, do you know where I can find Dr. Zayne?” The urgency in your voice is almost embarrassing, but you couldn’t care less right now.

The young nurse frowns in thought, seemingly unsure. “He might be in his office right now. There aren’t any major heart surgeries taking place today, so it’s unlikely you’ll find him anywhere near the operation room.”

“Thanks!” You nearly jog in the direction of his office, a renewed determination coming to life in your chest.

The love of your life is just beyond this—Huh? It’s empty.

You scan the room for any trace of Zayne, instantly remembering how much of a clean freak he is. Nearly every surface is shining spotless, a true reflection of his desire for order and cleanliness.

Maybe he’s on his way back. No harm in waiting a little while. You perch on the edge of his work desk and begin rehearsing your apology speech. I’m sorry… Please forgive me… I’ll never do it again…

Just then, the door swings open and not one but two surprised faces stare back at you. Zayne, with the girl in the photo.

Oh, fuck.

Your face flushes as you scramble off the desk and inch towards the door. “I was just leaving…” you chuckle awkwardly, wanting nothing more than to vanish from the face of the earth right about now. The pretty doctor gapes at you, then quietly asks Zayne if she should leave the two of you alone for a minute. He nods at her a little regretfully, and she makes her way down the long hallway.

Silence ensues. He’s the first to break it. “Why are you really here, <y/n>?”

“I wanted to say I’m sorry, Zayne. For everything I said to you that day at the park. I was being thoughtless. Stupid. And you have every right to hate me because lashing out at you like that without finding out what really happened that day was so, so wrong.”

He looks slightly wounded at the mention of what happened. “You found out about the other hospital?”

Your eyes well with tears. “I asked around.”

Zayne glances away then, his tone distant and cold. “You were never meant to find out.”

“Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“I didn’t want you to worry. Besides, we weren’t exactly on great terms at the time.”

The guilt already eating away at your insides multiplies. Goodness, he must’ve felt like absolute shit that day.

“I’m sorry. I had no idea.” You want to scream at yourself. “I understand if you never want to speak to me again. I just had to tell you this much. I know I’m an idiot, but I’m an idiot who loves you.”

He doesn’t speak for a few seconds, a hesitant expression on his face. “It wasn’t your fault,” he whispers, “and I never stopped loving you.”

Your heart flutters back to life at those few simple words, and you run into his arms. The embrace you share is hurt materialized—long overdue, special. You’re both emotional wrecks, but you have each other again, and that’s more important than anything else in the world.

“I’ll always be here for you Zayne, if you’ll let me.”

“I’ll let you. And please don’t refuse the coffee next time. I’ll admit that didn’t feel very good.”

“I’ll drink all the coffee in the world!” You’re full-on sobbing by now, and he wipes your tears away with a handkerchief he pulled from his pocket.

A bitter thought still nags at you. “Wait, what about the lady who was just here?”

“Oh, she’s a friend of mine. We work together in the surgical department.”

“A friend? Have you seen her comments section?”

He stares at you blankly, puzzled. “What’s that?”

You giggle at his social media illiteracy. “We need to get you a new phone. How does the most talented surgeon in Akso not know what a comments section is?”

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"Who's Hotter? The Monster Smash

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[batcavescolony]

Xavier: if the ghost gives me permission can we dig up their grave legally?

Sheriff Baxter: ummm how... *trying to be a good dad* Hypothetical is this question?

Xavier: we were just wondering.

S Baxter: please tell me if you're gonna dig up a grave. I PROMISE I won't be mad. If you just tell me first.

Xavier: ... We'll definitely tell you.

[polygondotcomvideoproducer]

so i was reading lae'zel's character sheet and noticed that she had a dragonchess set but no proficiency with them and then a ghost started moving my hand like a ouija board until i had drawn this

anyway this is what the girlies get up to if u leave them at camp together