#still getting back into the swing of dragonball

[moonglittering]

✨ grand theft auto 5 verse: *'hold on' by holy ghost! blares in the background.*

- ex-idol that used to be in a multicultural boy group based in seoul, south korea called galxsee. eleven member group based on the solar system. he thought that was too many members and he wasn’t wrong. main dancer, subvocalist position, rapped a lil bit. he was one of the more charismatic members, so he was a fan favorite.

- he wasn’t a trainee for long and he did debut! successful, too. one debut, two comebacks later, and his leader, gunwoo, got busted because he was doing cocaine off of a volume of dragonball z manga backstage at a music show. everyone else was appalled but virote was just like, ‘ don’t kick him out. have you seen our sleep schedules? i’ve been thinking of freebasing speed and caffeine tablets by the dozen. ’

- decided that selling the ~boyfriend fantasy to a bunch of fangirls when he’s both gay and weirded out by fans in general wasn’t for him. not like the group was gonna get anymore leg in the industry. coke king gunwoo park’s scandal made sure of that.

- in the end, vi didn’t care. between the fans and the sasaengs and the diets and the lack of freedom and needing to be a robot for the sake of public consumption selling a load of bullshit that only idiots fell for, he knew this shit wasn’t cut out for him and he went back to america. to vinewood. he’s more popular in the art scene than he is as an actual celeb, but he’s choreographed for a lot of famous folks, guest spotted on fame or shame, and has appeared on television a few times in super small roles.

- vinewood isn’t great. it isn’t even good!! but he can cry in his car in public and drink a smoothie and no one will bother him. he has a pretty stellar rep in vinewood for his talent. he’s an all-arounder and definitely more talented than most people in the biz. whether it be acting or modeling or dancing or just existing.

- lives in a beautiful penthouse on vespucci. the building is guarded, considering there’ve been a few incidents that have him spooked. it’s not insane like it used to be when he was in a group, but still.

- hates lazlow and wants him floating lifelessly down a river. will opt for physically assaulting him by swinging a baseball bat at him, one day. one day. just watch.

- if he’s not at the beach, he’s probably enjoying himself in little seoul.

- doesn’t like steve haines. not like he knows all the shit steve haines has gotten into, he just doesn’t like him. hates his face. hates his voice. hates his fucking polo shirts. hates everything about him.

- literally stands on his balcony and smokes a fat ass spliff when he hears steve haines is dead.

- he’s gonna choke devin weston one day so @OPPORTUNING​ im sorry but get ready for that… or not… even if he doesn’t do it physically he is doing it in his fantasies!!!

[audible--silence]

They’re probably racist but like at least u know

Its america dude

“You buy my ticket n ill go”

“You buy my uber n i’ll go”

The methods i use in my mind to make sense of the world get more and more complex and harder and harder to find people who relate to them

The decision not to care is a luxury afforded only to the fortunate and the fools.

Existence is a crime in that house

The wheels of society would move much slower if men like you were behind the wheel

“Man i think life will stop throwing you curveballs when you stop hitting them out of the park. Cos yaknow, evidence suggests you can fkn handle one”

“What are you drinking?”

“Water”

“Why is it yellow with a chilli salt rim?”

“He was the coolest motherfucker you ever met. Even in a wheelchair.”

“You idle at 100 in NY”

I will let sleeping dogs lie. But if the dog is awake and coming for me, you bet i will be swinging at it

Haha the only difference between god, magic and science is what you choose to believe in

Dunbassery n essex st stn

“People are delusional, and im kinda jealous”

Every day ends in y. Out here, most of them end with “why?”

New York is a city just big enough and just diverse enough to convince people it is the world. And to some, it is.

Ima bout to dragonball z this boy

“I like large parties. There isnt any privacy at small parties”

Just saw a kid duck the turnstiles to enter the subway and open the emergency exit gate for their mum. These two are goin places.

People are more alive here

When you gotta fight and hustle to survive, you dont wind up with a bunch of whining drones whinging of this and that, and feeling discontent. You end up with a hungry, eager mob. Keen to get out of the grind

“Let me know when you’re back and we’ll paint the town gin, vermouth and campari red”

“We have a fuckin dog in a backpack do ya think were jewish?”

I got a taste of it, but not enough to satiate the taste I got.

The flavor and character of this place have me wanting to dive in and devour and figure it out.

I love perth but theres no mood. No vibe when you walk outside.

Here, anything can happen, every day.

There, you have to try hard as hell to make anything happen at all

New yorkers take no shit, believe no bullshit and waste no time. The stereotype is they’re a bunch of cunts. I disagree. The picture i have of these people now is that they are a population of veterans. Lifes veterans.

Living in this city ages you a week where other people live a day. You get pretty sick of people taking their time to find their wallet in line when you’re trying to make your next dollar to pay rent. Time is valuable to these folks.

They simultaneously understand that the secret to survival and to not going insane is to be kind.

People open doors for each other, give money to buskers, pay the homeless, tip more, use manners, hold open doors, let people go first, hold up a train for a stranger, let someone else have the seat and all the rest.

They know this gets other’s through the days and they appreciate when others do it for them.

So what you end up with is a city of good cunts who take no shit.

My type of city.

The rich cunts though still got nothing better to talk about than sex and capitalism

“Listo para lucha?”

Peer pressures only a bad thing if you’re a weak willed idiot with bad friends

Well, aint one of us miserably broke optimistic pricks ever had the better half of a clue what was goin on with this circus of an existence so i guess we’ll all just keep getting out of bed and deciding to find and follow our old faithful ways of keeping it all together

To be human is to lack

I may be thinking about that song for a while. The sound an NYC train makes when grinding up against the tracks as it starts to move. The whistle that starts low then moves high then meets an equilibrium somewhere in the middle.

The deal sealed as the J train sped by me at Kosciuszco st stn and as i stared at it in a moment of reflection, realizing this may be one of the last times i ever see the sight, as it passes me, on the back, is a man. Holding on. Streched wide like a starfish, arms out holding on. Hangin in. Getting where he’s going.

And as i walk off the stairs and stand in front of the smoke shop, the little caesers, the taco truck, 99c store, deli and the gourmet grocer, i think back on how i felt when I first got off this train, with my bags on me and scared. Nervous about this new place, thoughts in my head of Mexico and my dry as wallet.

Turns out after nine months away, three of them here, im a little less forgiving, a little more direct and a lot more seasoned. Ready for whatever i put myself to next. I’m just not allowed to forget that I am responsible for what that will be and NO GOOD THING COMES WITHOUT EFFORT.

As the lil blue dot on the map finally approaches the city I’ve shown to so many people on the same map this year, I get a glimpse of yellow land. Dust and dirt and trees and blue blue skys.

The nose tilts down the gears come out.

Im home.

After nine months. Whether it feels like it or not.

Time to reshape home.

[exsqueeze-me]

saiyans reaction if their s/o grabbed his tail real tight, (to catch their attention when they're purposefully not paying attention to her or something like that)

Goku: He yelps, and kinda falls limp until you let go. He's not particularly mad when he gathers himself, cause he knows accidents happen and you didnt know better (he doesn't register that you did that on purpose cause he was ignoring you). He does however stick his tongue out at you and tell you that hurt.

Vegeta: This bitch probably fuckin hisses at you when you grab his tail. His tail isnt as sensitive as most Saiyans, so it doesn't really hurt him as much as it pisses him off. He yells a bit, but hey, at least he's not ignoring you anymore.

Raditz: Same as Goku. He yelps and passes out. It doesn't take him long to gather himself but he throws a hissy fit when he does. Surprisingly, he not mad at you as much as he is with his stupid, weak tail. Doing this will probably get you ignored for longer though cause he's petty like that.

Bardock: He grunts and swats your hand away. If you wanted attention, all you had to do was ask, but now you poked the bear and he's gonna hiss at you and ignore you for longer. Not because hes petty, but because you deserve it.

Gine: Another one who yelps, but she doesn't pass out. She used to be on the purge team, so she was trained not to faint when her tail is attacked. She thinks it was an accident and gently let's you know not to do that, please.

Broly: Plz. Don't. He hisses and his aura flares up. He thinks he's being attacked. When he realizes it's you, he calms down and apologizes. Just, never again.

Turles: Again. Plz. If you value your life. Don't. He will blast you halfway across the planet, it doesn't matter how much you mean to him. If he doesn't kill you, hes gonna be a mega bitch for the next month, maybe more.

[teenandbeyond]

Could you do Yamcha x Reader oneshot where they go out on a date together?

Yamcha x Reader

Want more from me? mAsTeRlIsT 2

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⚾Carnival⚾ (DBZ or Dragonball Z)

Warning: Fluff

Where is Yamcha taking you this time?

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“Yamcha, where are we going?”

He chuckled, “I already told you it’s a surprise.”

You tried to take in every detail, curiosity overwhelming you.

You were excited, this was your third date. It was his turn again…and after the one you chose was bad (even if it ended with the two of you being all giggly) you hoped his idea could make up for it.

You snapped out of your thoughts at children’s laughter, machinery, and music.

“A carnival?”

“Yeah, you said you’ve never been to this one. But if you live here, this is a must!”

He paid for both of the tickets to your protest.

“Well, I invited you, right? You did the same thing.”

You huffed in stubbornness but followed him as he took you to the first game he saw.

“I’m the best at this,” he picked up a dart after offering a bill to the stall owner.

“Oh, really?” you smirked, “Impress me.”

“Let’s make a bet. If I get this, you have to share a funnel cake with me.”

You doubted with his clumsiness he’d get it, so you agreed, “Sure, deal.”

His easy smile turned into a concentrated glare at the target as he aimed.

Then he flicked his wrist, stunning you when it hit dead center.

“Huh?”

He gave you the cockiest grin you’d ever seen, “See? Told you I’m the best.”

But then he horribly lost at the goldfish game.

“It’s rigged,” he reasoned.

Then you tried it, the tiny ball easily getting into the tank.

“I—I, well…”

After a few more games, the ratio was even between you.

“What’s next, [Name]?”

You decided to try one of the horror walkways.

As you both walked through the dark walkway, he played a tough front, until one skeleton hand tapped his shoulder, making him yelp.

You couldn’t help but giggle at his demise.

“[Name]! Don’t laugh!”

But it’s cute…

Next, he chose an animal farm, which you were pleased didn’t stink as terribly as others did.

You fed a few of the animals, but when Yamcha kneeled down to feed a baby sheep, the peaceful mood changed.

“Hey, little guy. You hungry? Here’s a carrot—Uh!”

The whole cup was snagged and the little rascal ran off with it.

“My cup…” Yamcha pouted.

You pat his shoulder in understanding, “We’ll get you another one to feed more animals, okay?”

After moving on, you decided to try out rides.

The first are swings, you’re swung around and you giggle with contentment.

Then you get on another ride, one that shoots you up with intense speed.

Yamcha gripped the handlebars for his life, “How many more times are they going to do this?!”

Again, you laughed at his demise.

After that, you got on a few rollercoasters, and you wondered why Yamcha went along with it when they didn’t seem to be his thing.

It was because it made you happy, not that he’d say that out loud.

You took a break, indulging in your shared funnel cake.

“This actually isn’t too bad…”

Yamcha grinned, “Yeah, this family has been making them for about a hundred years.”

“Wow…That’s…impressive.”

He blushed when your fingers brushed.

He was actually in a predicament, he was crushing on you hard.

But he didn’t know how you felt, considering when you first met, you didn’t give him the time of day.

Were you still feeling him out? Did you like him? He wanted to know.

You returned from tossing the empty plate, surprised by his sudden quietness.

“Yamcha?”

“Uh—Yes?”

“Are you alright? You were deep in thought there.”

“I’m fine…just thinking.”

But he wasn’t very good at hiding it, his gaze kept flickering over to you with a frown, then down to your hand, then back into whatever he was thinking about.

You also noticed the added distance between you, like he was being cautious.

Ah, you see what it is.

You weren’t the best with feelings, so you hadn’t realized.

Without looking his way, you played it off as you intertwined your fingers with his.

Internally smirking as his hand warmed, you continued walking.

It’s a shame you missed the goofy grin that tore onto his face, he attempted to smother it with his free hand.

[walkerismychoice]

Queen of My Heart - Chapter 36

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Drake X MC, Liam X Olivia, Hana X OC Lydia

Rating: NSFW (I didn’t intend it but it just happened

Summary: Liam finally clears the air with Constantine, and we go to the Fire and Ice Ball at Lythikos, the final social season even before Liam chooses his future Queen.

A/N: Umm, I don’t even want to know how many years it’s been since I updated, but it is with the encouragement of you readers that I was compelled to finish.  My tag list is probably way outdated and I’m sure I’ve missed some poeple who’ve asked to be tagged along the way. Feel free to let me know either way if you want to be tagged or removed from the list.

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Word Count: 2861

Queen of My Heart Chapter Index

“Hello, Father.” Liam greeted Constantine as he walked into the hospital room. He noted the King's color was back to normal and he seemed in good spirits.

"My son, I knew you'd come!" Constantine reached towards Liam with arms outstretched.

Liam just shook his head and held up a hand to stop him. "This is not that kind of visit. I'm here because I know... I know everything."

"What-" Constantine choked out before a coughing fit ensued.

Liam fought the instinctual urge to comfort his father. "Enough with the theatrics. I know about Madeleine...about you threatening the show if they didn't help her win...as if me choosing the woman I plan to spend my life with is some political game to be won."

 "How did you find out? I gave strict orders that my demands were confidential."

Liam scoffed. "Seriously? I just told you I found out you tried to have the producers manipulate me into marrying a woman I don't love, and that's all you had to say for yourself?"

"You have to understand," Constantine pleaded. "Madeleine is what's best for Cordonia, and what's best for Cordonia is what's best for you."

"Unbelievable!" Liam felt the anger rising in his chest like a simmering pot ready to boil over. "You may have told yourself that to feel better about choosing your commitments to Cordonia over happiness, love, family... Maybe you’ve lied to yourself for so long you’ve actually started to believe it, but it's one hundred percent bullshit. I know I'll be a more effective leader if I get to choose the woman I want by my side, and that woman is Olivia."

Constantine's jaw dropped and there was a long pause before he gained his composure to protest. "Absolutely not. You know her family's history. I'd rather have you on the same page as me, but I am still King-"

"Save your breath," Liam shut him down. "You should know that your perfect candidate Madeleine has displayed some behavior quite unbecoming of a future queen, and it is all on film. I know Cordonians are generally flexible with their views on monogamy, but I don't think Madeleine sleeping with the host of the show while she's trying to compete for my affection will look good in anyone's eyes. She has been eliminated from the show and is no longer in the running. That leaves only Riley aside from Olivia, and I know you know what's going on there."

Constantine's face fell momentarily in resignation, but then he perked back up again. "Well, then you can bring back someone else. Kiara is quite lovely and is fit to play the part."

"Enough!" Liam practically shouted much too loud for the thin hospital walls. "Not that I owe you an explanation, but Olivia is stronger, smarter, and more capable of ruling a country than anyone you could hope to pair with me. You seem to forget that I am the son who stuck by you and am now the rightful and only heir to the throne. Your reign is coming to an end, and you have no choice but to accept my decision."

Unexpectedly, Constantine's demeanor changed, a sly grin creeping across his face. "My boy, I've always been a bit worried you were too soft to be king. However, seeing you stand up for yourself today gives me hope. I still don't approve of your choice, but I will no longer stand in your way."

Liam shook his head and let out an incredulous laugh, reeling from Constantine’s sudden change of course. "Bastien will take you back to the palace. We can talk more when I know it's not just the medicine that's gotten to your head."

-----

“Well, this place certainly explains a lot about Olivia.” Riley mused aloud as she scanned the ballroom. Ornate floor to ceiling windows with deep alcoves were surrounded by walls with intricate, gilded accents leading up to a hand-painted ceiling measuring at least 3 stories high. The grandeur of the space was both intimidating and beautiful at the same time, much like its owner.

“Has she shown you all the toys in her armory yet? That too says a lot about Olivia," Drake chuckled at his own joke.

Riley laughed along. “No, but she does constantly remind me she keeps a dagger hidden under her skirt. Are you sure Liam knows what he’s in for?”

"Heh. Better him than me, that's for sure. Liam's warm and fuzzy exterior can make him seem like a pushover, but he can hold his own when it matters. Olivia needs someone who can roll with her mood swings but still call her on her bullshit when needed."

"You know, I admit I had a little trouble wrapping my brain around Liam choosing Olivia, but when you put it that way, it makes sense. Now I suppose I need to find Kat so I can figure out if I need to dance with Liam or something. Ugh, I cannot wait until all these balls are over.

Drake almost doubled over laughing. "Oh, Bennett, I hate to break it to you, but this shit never ends. Next will be the coronation, then some charity gala, Liam's wedding...the list goes on. Welcome to your life as a noble woman."

Riley stared ahead blankly as a giant wave of realization washed over her. It was all so much, so fast. She'd never had time to think past the next day to consider this was all ending soon, and then what? Did she stay with her new-found family and live this life that was still foreign to her in so many ways? What about her life in New York? Sure, she didn't have much going on at the moment, but she still had her aunt Susan and best friend Sarah along with some good friends at work like Daniel. Becoming a therapist was still one of her goals, at least it was until the day she left for Cordonia. Now everything was so unclear, and she could hardly breathe.

Drake must have noticed her face looking some kind of way because he placed a hand on the small of her back and guided her to an open doorway to a nearby balcony. "Why don't we get you some air before you go off and do your thing for the show?"

Once outside and around the corner of the wraparound balcony, Drake pulled Riley into his chest, holding her securely, and she was almost instantly calmed. All the what-ifs fell away, and it was just them. All she needed was the be with him, wherever that turned out to be, and everything else would fall into place.

But what if Drake didn't quite feel the same? They'd been talking as if they'd be together indefinitely, but in reality, they'd only known each other two months. The anxious fluttering in her chest started up again.

Drake pulled back to look her in the eyes. "Riley, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. You know, we're both still half American. We can move back to the states....or uh, I mean you can move back to the states if that's what you want." His eyes darted bashfully to the ground.

Riley's face lit up, the nervous thumping in her chest giving way to excited butterflies. "I like the sound of 'we' better if that's what you really meant. You'd really move back to the U.S. with me? I mean I've hardly had the chance to think about what I want, so that may be irrelevant, but you seriously see a future with me?"

"I do." Drake smiled earnestly. "I'm sure anyone who knows me will think I've gone mad, but whether it means being in New York City and putting up with cramped apartments and way too many people, living a quieter, simple life in Texas, or stealing moments away at dreadful Cordonian events such as this, I know we can make our own happiness...together."

"Wow, the Drake Walker I met two months ago would not believe what's coming out of your mouth right now." Riley touched the back of her hand to Drake's forehead in jest. "Are you sure you aren't running a fever?"

"Haha, very funny." Drake swiftly but gently pushed Riley back again the stone wall. "I'm not feeling ill, but I know how to make your temperature rise.

"You pushing me against duchy walls is becoming a thing, huh? Must have really enjoyed the almost public sex last time."

"Possibly," Drake teased as he slipped his hand through the side-slit in her icy-blue gown, gently gliding his fingers up her thigh. Riley braced herself as Drake neared the place she wanted him the most. Goosebumps gave way to a burning need before she remembered where they were.

"Wait." She pushed a hand against his chest. "We're not exactly alone here, and we've gone to such lengths to keep this under wraps. Someone could walk out here at any moment."

Drake shrugged. "I know it may be a bit reckless, but honestly at this point, I don't care. I just want you."

Riley opened her mouth to protest but nothing came out before Drake swooped in for a searing kiss. She instantly melted into him, Drake continuing his earlier action and deftly plunging two fingers inside her, his eyes widening slightly in surprise when he noticed there was no fabric barrier to work around. A strangled moan escaped Riley's throat as he stroked the exact spot he knew always left her at his mercy.

Drake pulled back with a satisfied grin. "Do you want me to stop? Just say the word and we'll go back in right now."

Instead of answering, Riley yanked him by the collar and crushed her lips to his. Drake responded by hoisting her up and over to the balcony. He perched her atop the railing, one hand grasped firmly around her waist and the other making quick work of undoing his pants.

Teetering on the narrow ledge two stories high, Riley clamped her hand tightly to the railing on either side of her and Drake noticed. "I've got you Bennett, no need to worry. I won't let anything happen to you. I'm just doing my job after all," he said with a smirk.

She smiled at his reference to what was now an inside joke between them. But all joking aside, he always made her feel safe. She released her grip, flinging her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

Drake eased his cock free and Riley could tell how hard he was just by sight, the skin stretched taught from his perfect proportion of thickness and length. He lifted her dress and she couldn't wait any longer. She pulled him in and he took the invitation to thrust inside her. Even as wet was she was, his size created just the right amount of fullness and friction to take her breath away.

Riley moaned and gasped with each thrust, which in turn seemed to turn Drake on even more. The thrill of being up so high with nothing but him to hold her only added to her excitement and when he began rubbing circles over her clit with his thumb that was all it took to push her figuratively over the edge. She tightened around him everywhere, her orgasm eliciting immense heat and pleasure with every pulse, resulting in Drake picking up his pace until his own release followed shortly thereafter.

Drake carefully set Riley down before putting himself back together. "I'm almost a little disappointed we didn't nearly get caught this time."

"If I don't get back in there immediately, that's still a possibility." Riley had no idea how much time had passed but it was probably more than she thought. "Fuck, Kat is going to be pissed." Riley straightened her skirt and started towards the ballroom door.

"Wait!" Drake puller her in for a quick kiss. "I love you. Just so you don't forget."

Riley rolled her eyes but smiled. "You know you have nothing to worry about. If Liam's charms haven't wooed me yet, I think you’re safe. But I love you too. Now go do your job." She smacked him on the ass before hustling back to the ballroom, Drake following shortly thereafter.

As expected, Kat was frantic when Riley found her. “Where the fuck were you? You were supposed to meet up with me twenty minutes ago?”

Overhearing Riley’s scolding, Olivia smugly sidled up next to them. “I mean, I didn’t mind getting extra time with Liam, but you know Jo and Kat and there ‘ratings’, Olivia said while gesturing with air quotes. She scanned Riley from head to toe and then glanced over to Drake on the perimeter. “Ugh, I can tell you exactly what, or rather who she was doing. Gross. I guess that just makes my position more secure, but really, couldn’t you have waited until after my ball to fuck him?”

Riley sheepishly smoothed her hair and adjusted her dress. “I just needed some air, that’s all. I was having a moment.”

Olivia scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Whatever you want to call it. Although I still cannot fathom why you chose Drake, I suppose I should be a little easier on you for eliminating yourself from the competition and allowing Liam to break free of his distraction of the shiny new object.”

“Aww, Olivia, that’s so sweet. Next thing you know we’ll be best friends,” Riley replied sarcastically.

 “I don’t know about friends...but I do dislike you less than the rest of them.” Olivia tried and failed to hold back a smile.

“I’ll take it,” Riley said with a laugh before turning to Jo. “Okay, now tell me where I need to be.”

Jo set Riley up with Liam on the dance floor. It still wasn’t hard to pretend to be into Liam because it wasn’t all pretend, but there was no lingering pining between them.

“Well, I spoke to my father this morning.” Liam spun Riley around and brought her back to face him.

“Finally!” Riley exclaimed. “How did that go?”

“I’m still trying to wrap my head around it to be completely honest, but it went surprisingly well. I told him I knew everything, and he no longer had a say in my decision. He tried to argue with me at first, but somehow something I said made him respect me. He still may not agree with my choice, but I think this is finally all over! I am free to choose who I want without any threat or blackmail hanging over my head.

Riley pulled Liam in and hugged him tightly. “That’s amazing! I’m so happy for you, and for all of us.” The weight on Riley’s shoulders was suddenly ten times lighter. She hadn’t let herself think too deeply about how much was at stake, but now that the air was clear, she realized how stressed she had been. “Now all that’s left is for you to tear my heart to pieces on national television, and you get your fairy tale ending.”

Liam chuckled. “I’ll try to let you down easy.”

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Drake stood in his usual position off the side of the dance floor. This may not be the last of these events he’d have to endure, but at least it should be the last time he’d have to stand on the sidelines watching Riley dance with someone else. He was secure in what they had, but it still didn’t stop that twinge of jealously seeing her and Liam together talking, touching, and having fun. But it wasn’t a bad thing that his best friend and girlfriend get along so well. Girlfriend...that’s the first time he’d used that term for anyone he’d “dated”, even if only in his head. It was hard to believe everything was falling into place.

Drake took his eyes off Riley to scan the perimeter. What he saw didn’t immediately register as out of the ordinary, but then he quickly recalled this person walking towards the dance floor wasn’t supposed to be there.

“Bastien, check out three o’clock.” Drake altered Bastien via his radio earpiece. “How did she get in here without security clearance?”

“I don’t know.” Bastien replied. “I’ll check with the other guys to see who let her in. Keep an eye on her.”

Drake watched in concern as Madeleine marched towards the dance floor. She’d been banned from the rest of filmed events after her stunt. Not wanting to let her cause a scene, Drake was about to stop her from getting any closer, when she pulled out an unmistakable object. She had a gun and it was pointed right at Riley and Liam.

Before Drake could alert the rest of the team, people started to scatter. He heard a familiar click and knew he had to disarm Madeleine immediately, but it was too late. A shot went off and he didn’t hesitate. Drake dove between the bullet and his two best friends on the dance floor, and that would be the last thing he remembered before he hit the floor.

[crystalpower]

✨ grand theft auto v: *'hold on' by holy ghost! blares in the background.*

- ex-idol that used to be in a multicultural boy group based in seoul, south korea called GALXSEE. eleven member group based on the solar system. he thought that was too many members and he wasn’t wrong. main dancer, subvocalist position, rapped a lil bit. he was one of the more charismatic members, so he was a fan favorite.

- he wasn’t a trainee for long and he did debut! successful, too. one debut, two comebacks later, and his leader, gunwoo, got busted because he was doing cocaine off of a volume of dragonball z manga backstage at a music show. everyone else was appalled but virote was just like, ‘ don’t kick him out. have you SEEN our sleep schedules? i’ve been thinking of freebasing speed and caffeine tablets by the dozen. ’

- decided that selling the ~boyfriend fantasy to a bunch of fangirls when he’s both gay and weirded out by fans in general wasn’t for him. not like the group was gonna get anymore leg in the industry. coke king gunwoo park’s scandal made sure of that.

- in the end, vi didn’t care. between the fans and the sasaengs and the diets and the lack of freedom and needing to be a robot for the sake of public consumption selling a load of bullshit that only idiots fell for, he knew this shit wasn’t cut out for him and he went back to america. to vinewood. he’s more popular in the art scene than he is as an actual celeb, but he’s choreographed for a lot of famous folks, guest spotted on fame or shame, and has appeared on television a few times in super small roles.

- vinewood isn’t great. it isn’t even good!! but he can cry in his car in public and drink a smoothie and no one will bother him. he has a pretty stellar rep in vinewood for his talent. he’s an all-arounder and definitely more talented than most people in the biz. whether it be acting or modeling or dancing or just existing.

- lives in a beautiful penthouse on vespucci. the building is guarded, considering there’ve been a few incidents that have him spooked. it’s not insane like it used to be when he was in a group, but still.

- hates lazlow and wants him floating lifelessly down a river. will opt for physically assaulting him by swinging a baseball bat at him, one day. one day. just watch.

- if he’s not at the beach, he’s probably enjoying himself in little seoul.

- doesn’t like steve haines. not like he knows all the shit steve haines has gotten into, he just doesn’t like him. hates his face. hates his voice. hates his fucking polo shirts. hates everything about him.

- literally stands on his balcony and smokes a fat ass spliff when he hears steve haines is dead.

- he’s gonna choke devin weston one day so @opportuning​ im sorry but get ready for that... or not... even if he doesn’t do it physically he is doing it in his fantasies!!!

[dr4pos]

A “God of Highschool” Review

I still don’t know how to exlain that anime even remotly in one sentence but closest would be: “Jojo’s bizarre adventure meets Dragonball in an Highschool setting” hmmmmm looks right

Plot: Jin Mori is a almost normal Highschooler and master in a modern version of Taekwondo who wants to participate, like many others, in the great Tournament called “GOD OF HIGHSCHOOL”. While he particiates he not just got two new friends, but also realized that something is off with both, this torunament and the people around it.  almost blinded by his pure joy in fighting others and testing his strength he doesn’t bother much but seems to be interested about what is going on, while his friends are little bit more worried. not just because the saw because they all got hyper modern Nano bots injected that are healing all of their wounds, But also because they can’t get rid of the question where this Giant jester came from in Jins re-entering fight.

I really didn’t know how to explai itdifferently. those abilities remind oe a lot od the “Stands” and the Main character is like a modern version of Son goku with the only goal, to test his strength and abilities against others and become stronger.

To judge this anime this anime is hard. Not because it’s bad or smething simply because it’s so much at he same time and it makes a weird amount of sense too.

it is interesting and especially in the Newest episode to this day (episode 7) you can see the full potential of this series in a Miniatur form.

The fights are Fun to looks at and even with the Supernatural part, like controlling fire or being able to have a scythe swinging jester as a Side kick, it’s not completely ridiculous and well done.

The normal fights are fun to look at either and are weirdly well balanced between realism and over done action.

I’m not the biggest fan of the tournament theme but it is fairly well done so that i don’t have aything to complain about.

The character Interactions are fun too and show that this series doesn’t mess arounf with it’s characters. everyone even if they lose or are just on screen for 5 minutes got a back story. Be it someone who doesn’t know that Technique is the way to go instead of “Brutality meets knowledge” or if it is a 32 year old worker who finally managed to got into a Highschool. 

I’d say it is a 8/10 it’s well made and got a lot of goods. The characters are relatable and fun. and the Action is not bad and well made.

Hope you liked it DR4POS

[scuttleboat]

I was firmly in the camp of reylo is misogynist, that it sucks that little girls look up to Rey and her and countless other media are glorifying shitty men. But seeing tros mildly made me ship them. I think it helps that he’s dead, but I feel like him saving Rey, literally giving his life to Rey at the end feels like adequate “redemption” to me. I mean he was irredeemably evil, but he died so I feel like it’s an ok fictional arc. Do you think his portrayal was sexist?

SPOILERS

Over time in fandom I've noticed that there's a lot of overlap when someone talks about if a character is sexist. For example

Is the character intentionally written to be a sexist person?

Does the story itself seem to consciously or unconsciously advocate a sexist view or ideology?

In a binary good/bad fictional universe does one character do sexist things but seem to not be suitably "punished" to the moral standard of that universe? Or criticised, but insufficiently so?

Is the overall arc of the story or characters evocative of tropes that are widely seen as sexist or regressive?

Any or all of these can get lobbed at a franchise or a character, but they mean pretty different interpretations, and the listener (or fan) may take some as a personal attack of their entertainment taste, or even their personal integrity. So it really helps to be specific, as much as reasonably possible, when you enter fan discussions you know will be emotionally loaded.

Before we get into my opinion, I first want to tell you that it's okay to like a pairing that makes other people uncomfortable, and it's okay to like a pairing that lands on any of the 4 ways listed above. Liking asshole characters, or wanting the asshole and the hero to kiss--that is what entertainment is for. While fiction certainly can affect us, for 99.99 % of adults, shipping has zero affect on our IRL behavior. If you have children, especially 13 and under, then I think that it's worth it to examine the media they consume, and have discussions about the complexities of human attraction, and what is safe. If you are yourself a young person, I think it's okay to ask an adult (hopefully a wise one) to talk through what you see on screen, and how it makes you feel about relationships. Hell, I'm an adult and I like to talk about it.

Now I'm jumping to the assumption for the rest of this that you [reader] are at least an older teen or an adult, and capable of consuming fiction with reasonable distance and judgement.

Re: shipping Reylo in RotS - sure, if you want to. The movie certainly puts A LOT in that basket and while I did not like watching it or the in-film circumstances that brought it about, they put that pairing in there to entertain people and if you were entertained then JJ & Disney's goal was achieved. That is no judgment for or against your morals. It's just stuff that happens in the movie. (And by far not even the worst part of the movie. At least it means someone's relationship had an arc of some kind that resolved.)

Now going back up to my numbers--I think Reylo definitely fits #4, but personally I have shipped plenty of bad man / good woman tropey relationships, as has almost anyone who's ever been active in fandom. So who cares. In the last 4 years I've definitely joked about reylo as a garbage ship, or the people doing it having bad taste, but that's just an opinion. I've even eased off of that kind of humor (though i still will shittalk kylo) because, well, shipper trash talk is a lot less fun when people become obnoxious cyberbullies.

For my personal opinion, I liked Reylo in ep 8 because I saw it as a case of the hero getting involved with a dangerous, selfish person. And over the course of the movie she tries to pull him out of his violent cycles, but he shuts her down. So she dumps him and moves on. I like that story, and I thought it was pretty bold to go against the bad boy romance trope in that way. I also thought it was important for Rey to try to save him in that context, and that it was okay she failed. Both characters were interesting and their dynamic was interesting.

Unfortunately, ep 9 is a whole different basket of kittens. The story swings back the opposite way, and Rey unlearns her lesson, and even though he'd been given an incredible number of times to repent before, suddenly Kylo repents now for a frustratingly unexplained reasons. Is it because Rey touched his chest? Because his mom died while contacting him? Because he had food poisoning? I don't know, and bc the movie didnt care, I don't care either. In RotS, actions have zero consequences, characters don't have visible emotional responses to things, and nothing matters.

Looking st the whole series, what do I personally think of Kylo switching sides? I think it's horseshit, because we don't know why he did, and because he's already genocided at least two planets. P.L.A.N.E.T.S. Not to mention killing his family and torturing the other main characters. It's hard to compare Kylo to other fictional "reformed" bad guys because the scope of Star Wars is so beyond anything else. About the only comparable thing for me would be Vegita in Dragonball Z, and his change was waaaaaaaay better because it look years and it was never about his moral alignment in the first place. Unfortunately, in SW everything is about moral alignment. And looking at his crimes, Kylo was as far gone as someone can be. I wasn't interested in seeing him saved, let alone redeemed, and I wasn't convinced by how it played out. I rolled my eyes a lot. So I guess I land on #3 as one of my chief complaints about it. Except that's not really sexism so much as me not liking genocidal characters. And I guess somewhat about the violence he does to her personally.

One last thing:

BEN SOLO KYLO REN WAS NOT "REDEEMED."

HE WAS, AT BEST, SAVED.

HAVING YOUR SOUL "SAVED" AND BEING BROUGHT TO A MORAL AWAKENING IS NOT REDEMPTION.

REDEMPTION REQUIRES SERVICE. BOTH VADER AND KYLO WERE SAVED BEFORE THEIR DEATHS. THEY WERE NOT REDEEMED.

This is still worthwhile--if you believe in an afterlife, then saving a soul for heaven or the light side or whatever, that has significance. But don't say Kylo or Ben was redeemed. He wasn't. There is a difference.

[dxlansfxck]

EVERY WOUND WILL SHAPE ME [G.D] 04

As soon as Y/N opens her eyes, she’s greeted by one of the biggest headaches of her life. Everything that happened last night was blacked out, the only thing she remembered was buying some pills from Jairus, sleeping with him and heading home – besides that, nothing. Roaming her brain, she tries to find anything that could’ve happened last night, but her mind remained empty, her synapses blocking her from getting any information.

Sighing in defeat, she fights her way out of the bed, getting dressed in some random clothes that were splattered around the room before walking into her bathroom, trying to wash away the sweaty night. Once her naked feet step inside the shower and she wants to start the water, images from last night hit her like a wave. Grayson. Some woman. Blowjob. Y/N has to hold onto the glass wall around the shower, trying not to hit the ground, instead letting herself sink down slowly.  Burying her face into her shaking hands, she lets the memories overcome her.

I am a ghost, but only if you remember, so save your prayers and promises for something better.

Well, seems like Grayson had lots of fun last night. But Y/N didn’t care. Really. She didn’t. At least that’s what she was thinking. Because she had lots of fun too. With Jairus. And Luke. Oh, Luke. The man with those pretty blue eyes. The man that made her feel so special while she was on top of him, even though she usually went for younger, more devote boys. She actually quite enjoyed Luke taking the lead in this part of their ‘relationship’.

After all, she steps under the shower, her mood swings confusing her, but she knew they were caused by the drugs she took every so often. But right now, she didn’t care about Grayson fucking some random girl because she did the same. At least this girl was just the second one he brought home this year – and it was almost October. Halloween was coming closer and closer and Y/N couldn’t help but smile at all the memories she shared with the twins. They loved Halloween just as much as they loved to be high in some shitty nightclub. But the last memory they had together was Halloween two years ago, where they first took some drugs together before heading over to their local cinema, watching some trashy horror movie – which bored the shit out of her. Blood and death were some of her daily thoughts, why watch this to get scared? It was her life by now.

We waged our war but failed to find our hope. We made our world but lost our way back home.

Freshly showered and now better smelling than before, Y/N steps out of the bathroom just covered by one of their huge, fluffy towels. Hiding a yawn, she walks past Grayson’s room and gets repaid by some more pictures from last night. Grayson’s closed door, a muffled moan. Her own hand, opening his door and asking him to join her because she slept bad.

Confused, she shakes her head while walking back into her own room to put on some fresh clothes. Then she decides it was the right time to head outside, stepping barefoot onto their patio to smoke her first cigarette of the day. Menthol, of course, because that’s what she did when she took some chemical drugs the day before. It was her ritual.

Lost in her own thoughts, she flicks off the burnt ash and keeps the deadly smoke longer than necessary in her lungs before releasing it with a desperate scream. Holding up her face to the sky, she closes her tired eyes.

We will fight through the storm or stay forever more, the prisoners of war. Am I the prisoner?

I sold my soul and traded my wings for glory – but when I close my eyes, I hear the angels sing to me.

She quickly finishes her cigarette just to stand up and walk to their outdoor bar, grabbing some Hennessey – not caring about a cup – and opening it to take a huge gulp. Some people get rid of their anger by doing sports, probably kick boxing or running, but Y/N just preferred to either drink or smoke marijuana to calm down – or both. Just starting a day like she deserved it. Well, what was this nice saying about? One should not honor the morning before breakfast.

We live to exist, but are we alive? We can’t run away, how will we survive? I’m losing my grip; I can’t wait to die.

Y/N ignores the patio door that slowly slides open as Grayson sits down next to her, but as soon as he tries to grab her holy grail out of her hand, she starts speaking. “Build your own, dude”, she grumbles while closing her eyes once more as she inhaled the sweet drug.

“I don’t want to smoke right now, I want you to tell me about last night. Don’t you want to get rid of something?”, Grayson raises an eyebrow as Y/N opens her eyes in confusion to look at him suspiciously. “What do you mean? I mean, it was a fucking amazing trip last night, but I don’t know what you’re talking about? And well, whatever it is: I don’t care.” She closes her eyes again, letting the soft waves of her high flood through her body, signaling him to leave her alone.

Grayson snorts in amusement. “Then you don’t care that I kissed you last night? Oh, okay. I thought it meant so much to you, Y/N.” He taunts her, wants to get on her nerves – and he succeeds. She raises quickly, ignoring the glass bottle that breaks in front of her feet, playing the joint between her lips to keep her hands free. Of course, Grayson knows what was about to come now, knowing anything about her tantrums that she usually lets out on him. Soon enough, her fist meets his jaw, quickly followed by the other one. Hitting him over and over again, Grayson didn’t move an inch, letting her scream at him, letting her hit him. He didn’t even grimaces as her legs started to shake, holding her as she collapses right into his arms. Still remaining the best friend he once was to her, he carries her into her bedroom, knowing that her legs wouldn’t be strong enough to have her walking on them right now. Not caring about the tears running down her cheeks, he softly places her onto the bed and pulls the covers over her – much to her dislike. “I hate you, Grayson.”

Grayson chuckles in amusement before looking at her, making Y/N snort. Was she his personal jester now? “If you remembered last night, you’d know that’s not true.” With that, he leaves her alone in her personal darkness once again.

I am a ghost, but only a few remember – will you remember me?

Y/N got woken up by a terrible headache, causing her to stand up with a groan. A look on her phone shows her that it’s almost midnight, her sleep patterns were out of control anyways, so she decides to sneak into the kitchen for a glass of water to calm down her dry throat. Soon enough, a sleepy Grayson follows her, probably woken up by the sound of running water. She looks at him in all peace, trying to find anything that may reminds her of last night, but the only thing she realizes is a cut on Grayson’s left arm. Not even a second later, she stands in front of him, holding his freshly wounded arm in her hands. “What the fuck did you do? How the hell did you come up with the idea to hurt yourself, Grayson? And don’t tell me it was an accident – I was the one who made up that excuse.”

Her fingers softly trace the outlines of the cut, feeling her heart clench as Grayson just shrugs his shoulders. “I wanted to know how you’re feeling. And to be honest, I can’t understand why you’re doing it, it doesn’t feel that great.” His eyes pierce her in that unpleasant way that only he masters.

“Well, then be glad that you don’t have to. It’s my thing, after all.”

How does it feel to be what you’ve become? What you said you’d never be?

When she wakes up the second time that night, it is simply because someone was pulling her blanket from her, causing her to shiver. Grayson. Next to her. In unknown territory. One look over to the other side shows her that they were in his bed – and she was unable to move, her legs being embraced by his much stronger ones. This should make her happy, right? She’s supposed to feel all those butterflies flying around. Poor depressive girl finally lying in bed with her big love, cuddling and hugging.

Yeah, no. The only thing she was truly feeling was the taste of vomit in her mouth. She tries to get up on her elbows without waking the sleeping beauty next to her while looking at his alarm clock. 6:17 AM. A strong hand was pressing her back into the soft pillow. “Sleep”, Grayson pulls her tight against his naked chest, resting his head on hers while rubbing her stomach to calm her heavy breathing down. Well, sleeping definitely wasn’t on her schedule anymore. His sudden touch and the heat coming from his body making her claustrophobic, but at the same time, she’s feeling some kind of feeling that she had never felt before. Security? Well-being? She doesn’t know what it meant and was unsure if she liked it, but she’s cuddling deeper into her best friend, trying to sleep again. A wave of anxiety washes over her again, causing her to shift around for a few minutes before Grayson hums into her ear, singing quietly to the melody he just created.

Y/N looks down to her tangled bodies, she was just so pale while Grayson had the typical LA tan going on, she was soft while he was muscular in the right places. Their skin tones mix in the milky moonlight that shines through the half closed windows. Then, she looks at his face. Peaceful. Flawless. His hands that were suddenly intertwined with hers, the tattoos that covered some of his fingers. Even if she tried, she couldn’t hide that smile that was going on in her face while looking out of the window.

The sun shows your body, the moon shows your soul.

If anyone would’ve told Y/N the past couple weeks that she’d watch Dragonball on the couch, Grayson next to her and her legs in his lap, she would’ve for sure had a breakdown from all the laughter. But, well, this is exactly what is going on right now. They are watching Dragonball Super, drinking some of their favorite alcohol while talking about anything that kept them busy the last months. Without screaming at each other. Without harmful words. Just like they used to talk last year. Y/N was so concentrated on the screen that she didn’t realize how close Grayson was sitting by now – not that she didn’t care about that, but Goku just turned into a super saiyan god blue and damn, he looked bomb. By now, Grayson was almost sitting on Y/N’s lap, making her grin. “If you want to sit on here, just tell me instead of trying it without me knowing.” She waits for his reaction but didn’t really think of what could happen. Grayson climbs onto her lap, sitting there with spread legs while looking down at her in amusement. Shaking her head disbelief, Y/N keeps on watching the remake of her favorite show, but Grayson must’ve had other plans. He pouts at her with an accusing look on his face. “Buuuubbblllleeeessss, I’m bored. We can watch this episode later. Play with me.”

His eyes pierce her lustfully, something must’ve happened, but Y/N didn’t know what it was. “Okay, what happened that night? You’re affectionate as fuck, Gray. You’re touchy and now you’re sitting on my lap? Seems like I’m having a big hole in my memory, so would you like to finally tell me what’s going on?” She pushes him off her lap to go and grab a cigarette because all Grayson did was go on her nerves, driving her crazy but he’s still everything she desires.

Once she kind of calmed down, she heads back into their living room, trying to talk to Grayson – but he was gone. “Gray? Where are you? Dude”, she groans in frustration, not wanting to play hide and seek to get her answers. Without even thinking about it, she enters the room she expects him in, which of course was his own one. But once she saw how he was laying on his bed, wearing nothing but his tight boxer shorts (which weren’t hiding anything) and next to him a fucking pair of handcuffs.

“Okay, quit playing games. What’s going on? Start to fucking tell me what all of this is supposed to be – and put these damned cuffs away, otherwise I’m gonna use them right now!”

Grayson looks her with his puppy eyes, trying to act all innocent and lovely, but Y/N wasn’t having it today. He sighs before opening his mouth. “That night… you told me how you’d love to fuck me, showed me how you’d touch me and you let me kiss you. I was ready to let you fuck me, Bubbles, so fucking ready. But you kind of snapped, told me to fuck off, pushed me away like you always do lately”, another sigh leaves his lips, this time it even hit her in the heart. “You said I was just playing with you, making a game out of this situation. You said… You said you’d kill yourself because of me one day. Bubbles… Don’t say things like that, okay? You won’t die! I won’t let you die! And then… Well, I cut myself, I wanted to understand how you’re feeling while doing so. To be honest, I can’t. Well, I laid you down and let you sleep after you literally tried to kick me down, I don’t know what drugs you took, okay? But I went… out, afterwards, in some club where I met this guy that wanted to sell me drugs – but you know how I am, I don’t like doing anything but weed, so I said no. But then, he came up with another offer…”

Club, drugs, sex? Something rang a bell in Y/N’s head, making her frown in disbelief. “Don’t tell me his name was Jairus, please, Gray.” “It was!  Blonde guy with nose ring, pretty hot, actually. We kissed and made out for a bit.” Fuck. “What was his offer? Did you fuck him? Did you let him fuck you?” Grayson gasps, shaking his head. “What? No! Bubbles, the only person I’d love to fuck right now is you. I can’t tell if I’m in love with you, if I’m able to start a real relationship, but I want to try. I want to do it your way, Y/N, show me how you like to do things. Maybe it’ll help you build a daily schedule again. Ugh, I suck at that entire feeling thing, y’know. Don’t make me plan out everything, let thinks happen, okay? I know what I want for now. I want to fuck you, I want to cuddle. I want you to be able to talk about your problems with me. I want to be there for you. I don’t want you to cut again or fall back into doing drugs. Let me be your drug, Bubbles.”

His insecurity turns Y/N on so much, her dominant side showing even more once he keeps on talking. He wasn’t a virgin, but he wasn’t the most experienced either, probably just some nice and loving fucks here and there. “Don’t expect vanilla sex from me, Gray. I don’t like to be nice or loving, I just want to fuck, I want you to feel pain, I want to feel pain.” If he wants her, then he must accept her kinks, all of them. “I’m the dominating one, Gray. Sometimes, I like to switch it up, but most of the time I like to be the one in charge. You need to accept that, okay? If not, we can… cuddle, I guess. You can put those away, we won’t need them just now”, she points to the handcuffs. “Are you sure you want that?”

Grayson thinks about it for quite some time, but Y/N didn’t mind that at all, she want’s him to be hundred percent sure about that. “You need to accept my body the way it is, not asking if new wounds appear. Don’t make me eat if I’m not hungry, don’t try to get rid of my drugs. If I want them, I take them. You want to make this happen? Then do it slowly, change things from time to time. I don’t know if I’m ready for a relationship, I haven’t been in one for years, I usually just to one-night stands. I don’t want to hurt you, Gray.“

His beautiful eyes look at her while he nods slowly. “I agree.”

You could never believe how long she’s been waiting for this special moment: Grayson laying underneath her, ready to do whatever she wants from him. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, tongues exploring each other’s mouth while brushing against the other’s. Her hands were thirsty to feel Grayson’s skin, to finally grab onto his biceps, to be able to claw into his chest once she’ll be sliding down onto his length.

Y/N pulls back for a quick second, just to look at him, to soak him up with her eyes. Grayson notices, turning his head to the side and covers his face with one arm, feeling visibly uncomfortable. “Hey, put your arm away, you don’t need to be ashamed, Gray. We know each other, remember?” Soft, but determining, she tugs his arm aside, catching his gaze with hers. “We don’t to anything forbidden, okay? We can stop at any time, you need to trust me, Bub.” A nod in turn, but before he can answer, their lips were smashed against each other’s again. Her chewed fingernails are scratching his chest, toying the area around his nipples, pinching playfully into them. He squirms in pleasure, right where she wants him. Again, their kiss dissolves so she could sit on his pelvis.

She starts by brushing through his hair, pulling on it easily. Running her fingertips over his facial contours, gently touching his lips before placing a sweet little kiss on them. Then, she dedicates her time to his shoulders and his chest, touching every inch of skin while keeping her eyes on his face. Sliding down a little to stroke his hip, his legs and decorating his inner thighs with kisses, playfully nibbling on the soft skin. Then, she works her way back up, from the hip to the neck where she traces his main artery with her tongue, biting into his larynx and enjoying the whimpers that leave his mouth throughout the entire process. He was ready for her, yet she didn’t even start doing anything but admiring his body.

Taking most of her time on his tattoos, she traces every line with her tongue as his hands dig into her hair, pulling on it, eliciting her a soft moan. She wants to make him suffer, in a good way, for sure. Not taking her eyes off him as she works her way back down to the waistband of his boxer shorts, she caresses the slightly hairy skin with her tongue before dipping down the fabric to kiss the sensitive skin above his cock. His body twitches, he gasps, then groans. He tries to hold her stare, but lowers his eyes in shame, turning his head to the side again while blushing. Y/N rolls her eyes again, they’d for sure need to work on that later on.  

His boxer short lies on the floor a short while later while Y/N already rests between his legs, a considerable penis in front of her face. Her fingernails scratch lightly over his inner thighs as she begins to kitten lick over the bottom of his hardness. He does not hold back, beginning to moan unrestrained. It almost seemed like he didn’t have – good -  sex in a while if he's already like this, a moaning mess under her touch. Shortly thereafter, she lets his complete length disappear in her mouth, where he starts to almost tear all the hair from her head from tugging on it. As if he has never gotten a blowjob. Y/N continues what she started, as he signals that he will come any time soon.

Surely, he was only in bed with women who would have stopped sucking his cock because they were disgusted by the idea of swallowing his load. Thinking that you could get pregnant from blowjobs, sure. But, if Y/N starts sucking someone off, she does it right, bobbing her head in a wild pace while literally choking on his dick, not stopping before she feels his load shooting into her throat. A few seconds later, he ejaculates with a loud moan, whereupon she swallows like the nice girl she is.

Then, she lies down beside him, grinning cheekily. "And?" He seems to be out of breath, gets barely a word out and looks at her incredulously. "How can you ... I mean, sure it was cool, but ... That's weird. And should I now ..? " Cute. "It would be nice, but if you do not want to, we can wait." Y/N acts all easy, but she was longing for release herself, not wanting to use her vibrator this night, instead getting a nice preview from what wonders his tongue could work.  

“Don’t worry, I got you”, he winks at her with a sudden boost of self-confidence, finally being able to at least give her a glance of his dominant side. “Lay down, Bubbles.” His digits come on contact with her still clothed pussy, rubbing her through the lacey material that was already soaked with her wetness. Giving her a soft slap on her abdomen, Y/N lifts her lips to let him remove her thong, gasping at the view in front of him. “Such a pretty pussy.” She pushes her thighs further apart, giving him the best view of her core, juices dribbling down her folds, ready for him to drink up. “Fuck, stay like that, babe”, he purrs while collecting your wetness with his long index finger.

She was spread wide for him, looking like a five star meal and he was starving, thirsty like a passenger roaming the Sahara. But once his flattened tongue met her core, Grayson knew he couldn’t get enough for the rest of his life. He knows what he is doing, that is for sure – but Y/N couldn’t care less about being jealous right now. Gray plays with her folds, kissing and devouring them before biting into her clit, making her jump with a loud moan. Smirking against her core, he adds first one, then two fingers inside her, stretching her tight pussy so good, so satisfying that she was moaning once more. Without stopping his finger movements, he keeps on lapping at her clit, literally shoving his nose inside her folds as well. His free hand comes up to pinch her hard nipples, making her body even more of a mess, not being able to keep still for a second.

He furrows his eyebrows, looking up at her. “Bubbles, I can’t eat when you’re moving.” Then, he’s back in between her legs again, eager to make her cum onto his fingers. She’s clutching into his hair, moving against his face and fingers, smearing his face with her wetness, but Grayson could care less. You were dripping by now, your juices already running down Grayson’s chin as if he just spilled a cup of water over his face, but he was so turned on by it. This side alone brought Y/N even closer to her orgasm, stuttering his name and quiet ‘fuck’s and she doesn’t have much more time before her orgasm washes over her, releasing with a loud scream.

Just as Y/N tries to catch her breath, Grayson climbs back up to her to press a – quite wet – kiss onto her lips. “Was I really good enough?” Why was the son of a bitch suddenly so insecure? “Shut up, Gray. It was better than I could expect, good job. Don’t worry, you’ll still learn the rest, baby”, she grins at him knowingly, having to teach him so many more lessons. Grayson just pulls away from her embrace, lying down onto her chest and covering them with his soft blanket. “You’re sleeping here today.” Y/N should say no. She wants to say no. But she couldn’t. “Good night, Gray.” “Good night, Bubbles”, he mumbles against her naked breasts, enjoying Y/N playing with his hair as he falls asleep quite quickly, not struggling with the thoughts she had to fight right now.

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Cutie Reviews: TokyoTreat September 19

I can’t believe it’s been like 3 months since I last did one of these o_o I mean, it does feel like it’s been some time- but not that long. I’d blame it on Pokemon Sword, but I just got it last week so I guess I can’t. But it did partially have to do with why I was putting this box off, besides a little intimidation because I’m still getting into the swing of things again...

(Warning: melted chocolate pics inside!)

Okay, so as you guys can see for this month we got a paper, which usually only happens when there is an issue going on with an item. Well, for this month, it’s basically saying that they mislabeled the AJ Curry item in the booklet as something else.

The Lucky Treat for this month... do you guys remember? :3 this is the one I actually won! If you want to see the prizes in full detail, check out this blog post! The Prize for the contest features some Dragonball and Gintama figures and candy.

The booklet also features an article on flavors of the month, some basic Japanese, and Pocky!

Watermelon Soda & Melon Jelly DIY

For our fruity theme this month, we got a watermelon flavored soda by Kirin. The drink only contains 15kcal per 100ml, and if I understand this right, the bottle contains 480ml? I can’t really read it- and I suck at math, but that doesn’t sound too bad right?

It smells exactly like watermelon candy/artificial watermelon, and you mostly taste that while drinking it- but the after taste brings to mind a real watermelon. When I was younger I used to love watermelon flavored things, but now that I’m older I find there’s only a few I still like now, so I kinda like this. But I can’t see myself wanting to drink the entire thing either, I’ll probably share it.

Also, I like how the packaging makes it look like a watermelon.

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Our DIY item I’ve reviewed before (I’m pretty sure because I know I had it before), and because of how quick and easy it is, I didn’t see the point in making a whole separate post about it.   

This is a “jelly drink“, in that it starts out liquidy when you mix it, but the more you mix and let it sit, the more... slime-like it becomes. With the color and texture it feels like you’re making a slime rather than a snackish-candy-drink; in saying that, if you’re someone who doesn’t like slimey textured food items, you probably won’t like this.

I have to admit that with its green coloring, I got a little grossed out because of what it reminded me of <_< but I assure it delicious, although light on the melon flavor. It’s also fun to make and play with.

Caramel Corn & Melon Bread Cookies

Next is the ever-so-popular Caramel Corn by Tohato. However, this pack is kind of special because its the last share pack I will be getting in this box! We weren’t supposed to get one at all, but somehow this ended up being my mystery item they included. Luckily I like caramel corn.

If you’re looking for a sweet, crispy snack then I’d recommend trying them. Each little bag of original flavor Caramel Corn is 56kcal, and they come in several flavors for all sorts of tastes, even those you might normally see in crunchy-crispy snacks; like ice cream and soda!

My only issue with these is that sometimes they’re too sweet. I’m used to the normal flavor by now after eating it so many times, but whenever I try a new flavor I can usually just eat a handful before I want something else. But they always taste good :P as long as you eat them within a few days of opening- they go stale pretty quick.

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Our next item is a melon bread cookie pack by Yaokin. These seemingly plain cookies are packed with a melon flavoring; and chocolate, as I discovered after I took the picture.

The three flavors of the melon and chocolate combined with the cookie give the entire taste a light sweetness that isn’t overwhelming. It seems dry but the thin chocolate provides a little moistness, I didn’t feel like a drink was necessary after eating one.

Mint Taiyaki & Chocolate Mint Pocky

I’ve said this countless times but for anyone new, I love mint and chocolate mint flavors~

The taiyaki (a fish-shaped cookie or cake filled with cream) I have had before, and as you can see this one came to be very beaten up. I’m not sure what happened because nothing else was mangled in the box, but I assume it could be because of the airy chocolate insides melting.

It’s still very tasty though, and as you eat it, you feel a cooling mint effect in your mouth x3 each one is 89kcal. These are by the brand Meito, and they come in several flavors so I would recommend trying one if you ever see them.

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Meanwhile, you can also see that the pocky suffered from being in the heat and kept in a box for so long. These weren’t the only thing that suffered in the box.

Anyway, these Pocky come in a 2-set pack, making them perfect for sharing or just giving to someone special or in need of a pick-me-up. The stick is chocolate, while the chocolate cream over it is mint. Per-pack, these are 165kcal.

According to the box, these are good until May, and they taste fine even in this shape. But the flavoring is very light in my opinion, so I’m not sure how I feel about them.

Gudetama Custard Chocolate & Detective Conan Chocolate Bar

Yeah... I think these 2 items got the “heat deformation“ worse than anything else in the box. Surprisingly they are also both by the brand Furuta.

The gudetama bag of chocolates consists of a small chocolate filled with a softer, creamish sort of white chocolate flavored like custard. Each one is 54kcal, and as you can see pretty messy to try to eat as a result of them melting in the packaging.

Honestly, I’m not really into these. They still taste the same as they did back when I opened the box and tried one, but I’m not really crazy about the taste; they kind of remind me of a chocolate brand I really don’t like. They’re not the worst chocolate I’ve tried though.

But I will say that just for the adorable Gudetama theme, they are still worth trying. Especially if you know someone who likes Gudetama. 

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Our next item (which I know is really hard to see in this picture) is very common, because it frequently shows up in the Kawaii Box. These are the chocolate bars that are filled with wafer and chocolate cream, then coated in another layer of chocolate that resembles a log of wood. Furuta makes them for several series, like Sanrio and Disney.

This one featured a Detective Conan wrapper, but it was pretty messed up by the time I got the chocolate out, so I had to discard it. It was also strawberry-chocolate in taste, and it was very yummy! It reminds me of the Apollo strawberry chocolate, which I would also recommend trying. They’re one of the smaller, cheaper Japanese candies you can easily find on Amazon.

Watermelon Gummies & Soda Soft Candy

This box was kind of repetitive in my opinion, because here we are at another candy I’ve had before. These watermelon gummies by Kabaya came in a Kawaii Box a few months back prior to this one. The entire bag is 159kcal, and something I appreciate about them is that the pack is resealable.

I like these gummies because they’re soft, and the sweetness is very light, but you get a lot of watermelon flavor. They have a refreshing quality to them too, so I think they would make a great summer snack.

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Our next item is by Coris, and it is a soft, chewy candy stick flavored after Soda (which is comparable or also labeled as ramune, you can tell the difference between soda flavors and cola because of the coloring. Cola is usually red or brown, while soda will be blue or white). The candy consists of a chewy tube filled with tightly packed powder, both of which have soda flavoring.

Although it’s not as chewy, these remind me a lot of a Hi-Chew. It’s very tasty, and it’s smooth chewiness makes it feel really nice in the mouth x3 I really like it.

Aj Curry, Yaokin Soba, and Petit Kabuki Rice Crackers

AJ Curry is a fairly common snack you can find in various Japanese snack packs or online, as such as I’ve had it a couple times before. Each bag is 38kcal, and you get a bunch so if you’re looking for a little snack I think these would be a good choice.

I will mention that these expired back in December, but when I opened them they didn’t taste stale, although now I’m beginning to notice it. The flavor is fairly light and I would assume by the name they’re going for a curry spice flavor, which I can taste- but they also remind me a lot of Bugles.

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Also by Yaokin, we have this soba snacking noodle and puff pack, flavored after the sauce you would find on soba noodles. You can eat these as-is, or the booklet even recommends putting them on some cooked noodles. Which is something I see a lot of people do, but I never tried it myself.

These expired at the end of December, and they have a weird taste- but I’m not sure if its due to expiration or if its just how they taste. I haven’t had them for a long time. They smell really good, but they have a sort of... fishy aftertaste? To be fair though I haven’t really been a fan of these though, so I’ll probably give them to someone else who I know would like them.

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Our last item in this pic is a pack of rice crackers, and I got very excited to see these; I love rice, and I love rice snacks (especially savory ones). I really wish we got more of them!

The flavor is light with these -it reminds me of soy sauce- and they have a soft-crunch texture. I’ve had them before but I will gladly welcome them again because I really like these ♥

Wasabi Nori & Natto Umaibo

I can’t say I’m a big fan of wasabi or natto- but it’s always fun to try something new (within reason that is, there are things I never plan on eating). Our first item is this Nori (seaweed) stick similar to jerky. I have tried one of these before, but I don’t remember what flavor it was; I will say that they remind me a lot of squid though.

As much as I like eating seaweed, I can’t say this is my favorite form of it. You get the taste, but it’s pretty chewy, and honestly a little unpleasant from the wasabi flavor. It’s not terrible, but not something I would choose again.

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I love umaibo, but would you believe this one reminded me of wasabi way more than the seaweed did? I never actually tried natto before, but I do know there are like... wasabi or musardish flavoring for it from what I’ve seen. I think that’s what I taste while eating it. But it’s pretty light; this expired back in December though so that might have played a part in it.

It actually tasted really good. Nothing comparable to my favorite Umaibo flavor (corn potage), but I didn’t dislike it at all.

Fried Potato Chips & Yuzu Lemon Salt Chips

These are our last 2 items of this box. Our first item is a small pack of fry-style potato chips. They look a bit like the AJ Curry don’t they?

These don’t taste bad, but they’re pretty plain in comparison to the other items in the box. They have a light flavor, but it’s basic, nothing special. They got a nice crunch though, and they don’t taste bad. If you’re not really into unique flavors this would probably be up your alley.

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Our last item is a frequent one by Calbee we often get the pleasure of trying :3 and I mean that very sincerely, because I love their chips (I suggest trying the pepper ones if you ever see them!). They range from basic savory flavors to the more adventurous fruity ones, sweet chocolate dipped, and even some spicy ones like wasabi. But they also have basic chip flavors too.

I think I’ve tried at least 5 variants of their chips, and so far not a stinker among them. They have a high calorie count though, which is the one downside; but as long as you don’t eat them all at once or frequently, I don’t think its too bad.

Now, as I discovered from getting this box, lemon-salt is a fairly popular flavor combination. At first it sounded kind of strange to me, but it always tastes pretty good. You get the refreshing sweetness of lemon with a cut of saltiness, so there isn’t usually any sourness.

Which is exactly how you could describe these chips. They taste really good, and the flavor is a bit lighter than usual so if you’re new to it these might be a good place to start. 

♥ Cutie Ranking ♥

Content - 3 out of 5. I complain about repetition a lot, and sadly this box jammed that button hard for me. Only 4 items were extremely new to me, while the rest was either the same flavors or different ones. BUT, if they had to do repeats I’m glad they were items I actually liked. I was also happy not to see a bag of kit kats. I love them but I was getting tire of them <_< and I find it ironic that even though we no longer got share pack items, I still got them from the random item!   Quality - 3.5 out of 5. A fair amount of items were either expired or melted, warped chocolate but to be fair this box is about 5 months old, it’s not Tokyo Treats fault. But in saying that, I’m rating this based on the fact these items aren’t likely to hold over long, but they mostly all still taste the same/pretty good. Theme - 5 out of 5. Well I can’t say the items were fresh by the time I got to them, but they were tasty :P Total Rank: 7 out of 10. I wasn’t very happy with this heavy repetition (for me personally, I know that can’t be helped because there’s a lot of new people who can say they never had these before), but at least everything was yummy. I disliked one item out of everything, and even then it wasn’t unbearable or nasty. I also didn’t like how badly this box handled itself over time, and out of every box I got I think this one had it the worst. Usually they hold up so much better. But it didn’t ruin the box, an with next months box being Halloween based, I can’t wait to see what we get~

♥ Cutie’s Scale of Yummy ♥

1. Rice Crackers - ♥ Very very VERY yummy ♥ 2. Soda Soft Candy - Delicious ♥ 3. Chocolate Bar - I love Apollo chocolate x3 so considering this tasted like it, I really liked this one.  4. Melon Jelly Drink DIY - I usually don’t include the DIY items, but since I reviewed it here I didn’t see a point in excluding it. Very tasty, but the melon is really light.  

5. Natto Umaibo - I was kind of surprised I liked this as much as I did. I wasn’t expecting to.  6. Mint Taiyaki - given its poor shape, it didn’t taste as good as my previous one did. But it was still yummy~ 7. Lemon Salt Chips - I’m not sure they’re my favorite of this brand, but I did like them. They make me think of a non-sour lemon meringue.   8. Watermelon Soda - Initially I didn’t want very much but over time I began to like it more, and it seemed to lose that artificial watermelon taste.  9. Watermelon Gummies - Sweet and soft, very refreshing.   10. Melon Bread Biscuits - Pretty tasty, and I like the chocolate cream. I feel like that added something to it.  11. Wasabi Nori - I wouldn’t choose this again, but I didn’t hate it. 12. Choco Mint Pocky - I thought I would like these a lot more, but they’re not as strong as the chocolate mint I’m used to. 13. AJ Curry - these taste fine, I never disliked them. But they were never my favorite either.

14. Gudetama Chocolate - It’s very cute in packaging but the taste wasn’t the best.

15. Fried Potato Chips -  Nothing wrong with them, but they didn’t offer much.

16. Caramel Corn - don’t get me wrong, I think they’re delicious, but it’s just the same thing with these every time.

17. Yaokin Soba - I never liked this, and i still don’t.

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Naruto Episode 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18 and 19 Review

Let’s get ready to rumble

Review of Naruto Episode 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18 and 19: Haku's Secret Jutsu: Crystal Ice Mirrors, The Number One Hyperactive, Knucklehead Ninja Joins the Fight, Zero Visibility: The Sharingan Shatters, The Broken Seal, White Past: Hidden Ambition, The Weapons Known as Shinobi and The Demon in the Snow

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Hoo boy, this is gonna be a long one.

So Gato's henchmen Zori and Waraji bust into Tazuna's place by straight up carving the wall open. That's kinda awesome. And then they immediately start busting the inventory, because fuck Tazuna's dishes I guess. Anyway, they take Tsunami hostage and plan on killing Inari, but Tsunami promises to let them do whatever they want with her if they spare Inari.

In the English dub anyway. Originally, she threatens to bite her own tongue and drown in her blood if they hurt Inari, denying them a captive. Gotta go with the original Japanese take on this, that's fucking hardcore. Go Tsunami.

So Inari is left behind, crying, because now he's also at risk of losing his mom. But then he remembers Naruto and storms after the two thugs to... Actually, he has no plan other than yelling a challenge and running towards the enemy. Which I grant is very Naruto. And Naruto does show up right then and saves them both.

But imagine if he hadn't. We're supposed to see this as Inari overcoming his issues and gaining  courage. But again, courage is defined here as being an idiot. If Naruto hadn't conveniently showed up when he did, having figured Gato's goons were heading for Tazuna's house, Inari would have been cut to ribbons. Courage does not mean not being smart, but the way the show plays it off, we're supposed to think this is admirable. Sure, brave people head into danger all the time. Firefighters, policemen, soldiers. And sometimes, you don't have a choice but to risk it all. I do get that. But that's last resort and only narrative coincidence saved Inari.

Back at the bridge, Haku enters battle by spinning like a fucking beyblade. Not the most intimidating entrance. Then they fight and despite the hype, Sasuke does get the better of him, which makes Zabuza declare that Sasuke is Haku's rival.

Sakura and Kakashi just watch. I guess it would be too much to ask them to join the fight and even the odds in their favour.

Yes, climbing trees magically gave Sasuke the ability to keep up with Haku. I guess. Somehow.

So Haku uses his ace in his sleeve and summons several ice mirrors which he can enter and fight from. Sasuke supposedly gets fucked up pretty badly, but given the sheer amount of needles animated, seems like Haku is missing with most of them.

Finally, Sakura tries to help by throwing a kunai, but Haku catches it, only to get conked in the head by Naruto.

A brilliant sneak attack from our ninja idiot. Good to see.

Of course, he immediately ruins it by doing a dramatic entrance worthy of Darkwing Duck and starts blathering about how this is just like in the stories when the hero arrives in the nick of time.

After getting yelled at, he tries to do the clone thing, only for Zabuza to attack him mid hand sign.

Stuff like this is why I like Zabuza.

Now, Haku does intervene because he wants to fight Naruto, but there's a fundamental problem here that must be addressed.

Now, Naruto, he likes to talk about becoming the greatest ninja ever. But scenes like this reveal something rather... Peculiar.

Fundamentally, Naruto has no fucking clue what a ninja is.

He always tries to storm in and hit hard. Even accepting the much more offensive role ninjas have in this universe, emphasis is still placed on deception, trickery, stealth, tactics. Meanwhile, Naruto thinks he's on an episode of Dragonball, charging in loudly and swinging his fists no matter how big and dangerous his opponent is. At least the others call him out on it this time, but it is troubling that Naruto has managed to become a ninja, despite obviously having no fucking clue what he's supposed to be doing.

And then he 'sneaks' into the mirror dome, trapping himself there with Sasuke.

Because Naruto, on top of everything else, is also an idiot.

Meanwhile, Sakura is guarding Tazuna. That is their main objective, so technically that's great, but since the show instead wants to focus on the interesting battles, it leaves little for her to do.

Back in the dome, Haku keeps destroying Naruto's clones, while Sasuke uses his ally as a distraction to analyze Haku's jutsu to find a way to counter it.

Good on Sasuke. He's actually ninjaing.

And then Kakashi and Zabuza starts fighting, with the latter summoning an extra thick fog to counter the Sharingan. Then, on top of that, he tries to go for Tazuna and Sakura to lure Kakashi into a vulnerable position. Kakashi gets in the way, blood sprays and Sakura screams.

Back in the dome, our two intrepid friends are starting to look rather like pincushions. Makes me wince whenever they fall over, because you know at least one of those needles just got shoved into them. Not that it ever amounts to anything.

So Naruto faints from exhaustion, Haku tries to finish him off and Sasuke gets in the way. He gets some actually sad final words and Naruto loses his fudge and gets ready to end fucking everything. The power sealed in explodes outward and everyone notices it.

On that note, boy, Zabuza sure did spend a lot of time with his sword stuck in Kakashi if we have to judge from how long passed between the scream and us getting back to them.

But anyway, Naruto goes berserk and absolutely ruins Haku, stopping short of killing him only because he recognizes him as the cute crossdresser from the woods. They exchange words and Haku tells his backstory. It's a genuinely sad tale about prejudice, hate, exclusion and finding a place in the world to belong. Finally, feeling that he is now useless again, Haku encourages Naruto to kill him. But before out blond ninja can euthanize him, let's go back to Kakashi and Zabuza.

So Kakashi got hurt, but that allows him to do a little dance routine with a scroll of paper to summon dogs to hold Zabuza still. Then he charges up his lightning hands and gets ready to fingerbang Zabuza in the heart with the power of Zeus.

Haku sensing this decides he has one last use left in his life, taking the blown and attempting to hold Kakashi still while Zabuza finishes him off. While he succeeds at the former, Kakashi gets away with his body before Zabuza can kill him.

And thus dies Haku. Its a rather sad tale.

Meanwhile, Inari runs around trying to gather an army, but no one dares fight Gato. Still, his words strikes a chord and later when he prepares to go off on his own armed with a crossbow, the villagers show up to help.

Back on the bridge, Sakura sees Sasuke and freaks out. Tazuna thinks some encouraging words. Wish he'd say them instead.

And while that is going on, Zabuza is getting his shit kicked in by Kakashi. It's seriously embarrassing. Like, we cut back, and Zabuza has already broken an arm off-screen. And then Kakashi bitchslaps him away. It's like, now that his role as villain is over, Zabuza has gone from a complete menace to some jobber getting slapped around before the main event. Honestly, kinda disrespectful to his character. And then Kakashi breaks the other arm.

Then Gato shows up with an army of misfit goons, because he's tired of how shit's going down. Then he kicks Haku, which triggers Naruto. Zabuza says he didn't care about Haku, using him only as a tool, which causes Naruto to yell at him.

And then Zabuza cries, Naruto's words cutting deep.

Sure. We'll go with that.

So then he charges Gato armed only with a kunai in his mouth, cutting through Gato's army and killing the lil' guy himself after delivering a chilling speech about Hell. It's all kinds of awesome.

Then the rest of the villagers show up, scaring off what goons remain. Personally, I think they should have shown up a little earlier, so that they could have part in the showdown with Gato, since all this build up was for them to stop letting their fear of the guy control him. But that's just my opinion.

With everything resolved, Kakashi drags a dying Zabuza to Haku's body, so he can see him one last time before he dies. Between the music, cinematography and dialogue, this scene genuinely got me misty-eyed. There's only one stupid line from Naruto that doesn't work. This truly does feel sad and I gotta hand it to the anime for pulling that off.

Also, Sasuke is miraculously alive. I guess Sakura forgot to check his pulse before deciding to cry all over him. Yes, yes, I get it, she was distraught, but really, that should be the first thing they checked.

Zabuza and Haku get buried and our protagonists leaves.

Anyway, the bridge also got finished. Which is surprising considering that bridges of the type we see here, spanning quite the distance across the ocean, takes quite a fucking long time to make. I guess they've been away for a couple of years and nobody told us. And then it's named the Great Naruto Brudge.

Go fuck yourself, Tazuna.

Seriously, okay, great, Naruto helped. So did everyone else, including Sakura, who was babysitting your sorry ass while you were being hunted by a hulking ninja wielding a steel girder sizes kill-blade. Not to mention Kakashi, who fought Zabuza, and Sasuke, who took a bullet(Well, handful of needles) for his comrade. And of course, let's not forget Kaiza, who was oh so important some episodes ago.

But no. All credit goes to Naruto. What a cop out.

Anyway, while these episodes have some legendarily great moments, from Haku's past to Zabuza's final moments, they're also hindered by several issues. First of all, they were spread out over too many episodes. There's too much faffing about and “Last time on Naruto,” which kills the pacing at times.

Secondly, Naruto makes some truly stupid mistakes that really makes it hard to believe he's got what it takes to be a ninja, much less the hokage.

And thirdly, despite having a technically important role, Sakura gets to do nothing. This is a shame, as the previous episodes have established that she is quite skilled in her own way. But since her job is to guard Tazuna and the camera would rather focus on the epic action, she just felt put on the sideline. At least she still did something, I guess, but Sakura by this point really needs opportunities to shine.

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Let’s see. Zabuza is a big threat until he isn’t, then Kakashi just slaps him about. There’s also this weird moment where we’ve cut to Naruto, Sasuke and Haku for a long conversation then cut back, and Zabuza and Kakashi has apparently just been standing there for several minutes. We get Haku’s backstory, it’s genuinely touching. Then Gato shows up with a bunch of goons. Team 7, the villagers and Zabuza team up to defeat him. Everyone is happy, except for Haku, Zabuza and Gato who’re all dead. Zabuza’s death scene was pretty touching though.

Also the bridge is named The Great Naruto Bridge, because fuck everyone else.

I have so much to say about this episode.

Let’s start with tying a nice big bow on Naruto and Inari’s relationship. There are two scenes to carry in mind for this.

First, Naruto saves Inari and his mother Tsunami from some goons Gato send to kidnap one of them for some reason. Inari starts crying (can’t blame him) but tries to stop himself. Naruto tells him that there’s nothing wrong with it as he’s being happy and that’s fine.

Ok, so tears of happiness are fine, got it. Crying can happen due to just about any strong emotion and is a healthy outlet of such thing, but this seems to be the thesis we’re going with.

Inari then fetches the villagers to go scare of the last of Gato’s goons, good for them.

The second scene to bear in mind comes as the episode is ending when Kakashi and team is saying goodbye. Inari is trying not to cry, and Naruto tells him it’s ok to do so. Then we see that Naruto too is bawling his eyes out, and I agree with Sakura here… this is really damn stupid.

The lesson is apparently that it is only ok to cry if you doing so helps make Naruto look good… I don’t think I have a middle finger big enough, to express just how far this show can shove that idea.

So, let me moan and complain about the bridge instead. See, there is a Great Naruto Bridge in real life Japan. It lies in continuation of The Small Naruto bridge and crosses the Naruto strait. Now I was not able to find anything on how long it took to build The Great Naruto Bridge. I was however able to find something on the New Little Belt Bridge here in Denmark.

Let’s compare bridges:

New Little Belt Bridge:

Suspension bridge.

Length: 1700 meters.

Width: 31.2 meters.

Time under construction: 5 years (1965-1970)

Great Naruto Brigde:

Suspension bridge.

Length: 1629 meters.

Width: 25 meters.

Time under construction: no idea

Now, The New Little Belt Bridge is slightly bigger than The Great Naruto Bridge, but I don’t think it is completely crazy to say they could be constructed within a similar time span. And from the view the show gives us of the damn thing, we can conclude a few things:

The bridge is a suspension bridge. This can be seen from the general design when people are working on it in episode 11

It is almost finished. When Zabuza and Haku arrived in episode 12 you can see that the bridge is very close to reaching shore.

At the end of the ark it is done. The team walks home over the bridge, it kinda must be done for that.

From the scenes in episode 11 where Giichi quits we can see that keeping workers is hard.

From the scene in episode 11 where Sakura and Tazuna goes shopping we can see that resources are tight.

Also, according to the tale of Kaiza in episode 11, Kaiza arrived 3 years prior and Gatö arrived about a year prior to the events of the ark according to Tazuna’s explanation as they sail under the bridge in episode 7.

So with these facts in mind, time to make some assumptions:

With the difficulty of keeping workers and the lack of resources it is assumable that the progress on building the bridge has been pretty much halted in the year Gatö has been there.

The bridge could not have been built response to Gatö’s takeover, as construction would have to have started 4 years prior to his arrival.

Again, with the lack of resources and workers, it is assumable finishing the bridge would take longer than anticipated.

We are gonna assume for the need of simplicity that it takes equally long to build a meter on any part of the bridge and that the short distance we can see is 50 meters long. We are also gonna assume that The Great Naruto Bridge of the show is the same size as The Great Naruto Bridge in Japan. That means that under normal conditions it should take Tazuna and a full crew 56 days or almost two months to finish the bridge.

Now Tazuna does not have normal conditions, he has, if nothing else, to bring in more workers and figure out how to pay their wages. But let say he manages all that he needs to quickly. In that case the ninjas could maybe be home after something like 5 months after heading out…

But see… here’s the thing, as far as I could understand. The bridge is supposed to have been built in response to Gatõ. Tazuna supposedly finished a five-year project in about a year, with barely any money, few workers and a sadistic, dictatorial business tycoon breathing down his neck.

I don’t think I have to explain how impossible that is.

Here are the links for the pages I used to look up the bridges:

https://www.japanhoppers.com/en/shikoku/naruto/kanko/662/

https://da.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lilleb%C3%A6ltsbroen_(1970)

http://www.vejdirektoratet.dk/DA/viden_og_data/statens-veje/broer/Sider/Lilleb%C3%A6ltsbroen.aspx

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I'll keep this brief. Goons blow up wall, Inari's an idiot, Naruto is an idiot. On the bridge, Sakura does nothing. Sasuke does something. Kakashi is being cool. Silent killer isn't being silent again. Haku is cool. Naruto comes in, is a mororn. Things go downhill. Ends with a relatively touching scene, which Naruto ruins. Good job, show.

Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13125294/9/Naruto-Rewrite-1-Road-to-Ninja

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Disney+ UK Star Launch: Complete List of New TV Shows and Films

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We came for The Mandalorian, stuck around for WandaVision, and, as we wait for The Falcon and Winter Soldier and Loki to arrive, there’s now a huge pile of new catalogue additions to work through, courtesy of Disney Plus’ Star brand.

Star launched on the Disney Plus streaming service in territories outside of the US (where Disney already has a home for adult drama in Hulu) on the 23rd of February. It’s added over 75 TV shows and 280 feature films here in the UK, including the entirety of Lost, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, The X-Files, Glee, Prison Break, Sons of Anarchy and Scrubs as well as cult favourites Firefly, Flashforward, Terriers and more. There are also some UK debuts in the form of the Star Originals listed below.

Film-wise, there’s ample reason to go back to the 90s in the form of Arachnophobia, Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves, Con Air and a host of others, plus…well, it’s almost 300 films. Chances are you’ll find something to tickle your fancy. Households with kids should know there are new parental controls to set too, ensuring that nobody gets any unwelcome surprises.

Here’s the complete list of titles so far:

Star Originals

Big Sky

From Mr TV himself, David E. Kelley (Doogie Howser, Chicago Hope, Ally Mcbeal, Big Little Lies) comes a nine-part crime thriller starring Ryan Philippe and Vikings‘ Katheryn Winnick. Based on the 2013 novel The Highway by C.J. Box, Big Sky is the story of a series of missing girls and a private detective/cop trio with a messy personal history who team up to find them. It aired on ABC in the US last winter.

Helstrom

There’s very little fanfare for this comic book show‘s UK debut, which met with mostly negative reviews on release and was cancelled after 10 episodes, but Marvel completists will want to take a look. Tom Austen and Sidney Lemmon play the Helstrom siblings Daimon and Satana, the children of serial killers who hunt down the worst of humanity.

Love, Victor

Another Hulu original making its UK debut, this teen drama spins off from celebrated gay teen 2018 film Love, Simon. It’s narrated by Nick Robinson, who played Simon in the original film, and follows the story of a Puerto-Rican/Colombian-American teen living in Atalanta. Reviews for the 10-part first season were strong and it’s been renewed for a second.

Solar Opposites

Rick and Morty‘s Justin Roiland and Star Trek: Lower Decks‘s Mike McMahan are the creators of this adult animated comedy series about a family of aliens (pictured above) forced to seek refuge in middle America. Season one was enthusiastically received, and a second run is due to air in the US in March. Read plenty more about it here.

TV Series

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Raditz stood still, listening to each word in spite of his incessant itch to swing his fist round to sock the prince right in the jaw as hard as he could. Would sign his death warrant, again, but damn it’d feel good. Ignoring this urge though, Raditz listened on, somehow growing only more confused the more information he had been givin, the irony of such a thing not lost on him as he gave a small scoff and shook his head ever so slightly. He stepped back, staying quiet for a while as the dusty cogs in his head worked to digest the information. He wasn’t the quickest out there, but eventually the biggest things, least to him anyway, jumped out of what he had just been informed of.

“I- Frieza is dead?! How in the bloody hell did that happen?? I mean that bastard is- was.. he’s dead?! So you’re free then, don’t have to follow orders?” Stupid questions in all honesty, fired off rapidly one after another with little time to answer. He kept doing that, needed to work on that little habit of his, damned nerves.

“Let me get this straight, bare with me here considering it’s a lot to swallow at once. You and Nappa came here both, after Kakarot and the Dragonballs I assume. Somehow, instead of my weak fool of a brother dying, Nappa got killed instead, by you no less, Kakarot stayed breathing, and somewhere down the line Frieza croaked as well. I’d flatter you an’ ask if you killed the bastard, you talked about it often enough, but I mean there’s just no damn way! Sure you’re pretty strong, yeah, but I couldn’t see you taking on Zarbon, and especially not Frieza.”

The long haired saiyan paused for a moment, taking a breath.

“That whole thing aside though, you stayed here, an’ for my damned brother no less, which makes absolutely zero sense. With the way you worded that, you’d be implying you’re playin catch-up to my kid brother who couldn’t handle ME on his own! He had to get the damn Namek to have a cheap shot just to handle me, there’s absolutely no damn way he could have a fraction of a chance handling you, no damn way!”

It took a moment for Raditz’s wits to catch up with him, brain catching up with his mouth for once as he finally fully digested what Vegeta has said, as well as his own words since. At the thought, the warrior’s eyes went wide, and after that nothing could stop the raucous laughter which came from deep in his chest. Oh it was just rich!! Kakarot, by some mistake or slip up in the workings of the world, had managed to surpass Vegeta, so much so that he could just feel how much it got under the other’s skin. He just loved it!

“Ohhhh boy now that is just bloody hilarious!! Kakarot, KAKAROT, my damn kid brother, and a soft hearted fool without a tail to boot, somehow managed to pull out some way to kick YOUR damn ass somehow! Hooo now that’s just fuckin fantastic!! Now don’t get me wrong princey, you’ve got my respect, you’re a touch son of a bitch, you put up with a hell of a lot from that Cold bastard and his gang while we were on the force and I respect ya for that, but the idea of Kakarot wiping the floor with your damn face is the most fantastic picture I could ever ask for! If there’s anything more poetic than that, anything that could prove to be more of a pay back fuck you than that, I sure as hell cant think of it!”

Raditz had to take a moment to catch his breath after that, his wheezing laughter having exhausted his lungs and damn near brought tears to his eyes. Yes, he respected the prince, respected him a great deal in both regards to strength in battle as well as mental fortitude, not to mention whatever weight came with Royal titles and responsibilities, but at the moment he was also pissed off at him, hence the idea of his failings becoming so incredibly amusing. A good threat or two could get him back in line, sure, but it wouldn’t take away the joy he got from imagining his brother besting the ‘Great Prince of all Saiyans’ in battle. No, the thought of that alone would forever bring a smile to his face, and nothing the prince could do would never work to make that stop.

soph-choph-rp​:

While Raditz had been fuming, sure, it was safe to say he certainly had not been expecting the prince to show up behind him out the blue, he wanted to go to him damnit!! Whipping around to face him, the tall saiyan bit the inside of his cheek, the sharp tang of copper which coated his tongue as a result grounding him, acting as a means to keep him from flying off the handle at that moment. His thoughts spun a thousand miles a second, anger at the prince before him at the forefront of his mind, confusion as to why and how Vegeta was here, not to mention this planet being there at all, certainly just behind that as well.

A low growl rose in Raditz’s throat at Vegeta’s words, an action he frankly would not have dared to do during his years of service prior to the whole dying an excruciatingly painful death fiasco. That damned smirk is what did it though, tugging at the thin strands of self restraint he currently held until they pulled so taunt that they, one by one, began to snap. A bitter retort, an incredibly antagonistic one at that, bubbled up faster than he could stop it, tone wild in his voice, a testament towards his confusion, anger, and insecurity regarding the current situation… that is, if the flared up fur standing up straight on a rapidly thrashing tail didn’t give it away first.

“Me, pathetic? Ha! Real damn rich coming from the likes of you Prince”

Vegeta’s title was spoke like venom, stinging and sharp.

“Thank you, your royal PAIN IN THE ASS, for your boundless concern for your loyal subjects, very very much appreciated really is!” He paused for a brief moment, taking a deep breath and stepping forward before continuing. “What happened, huh? What was the plan, you and Nappa let me rot? Speaking of that bastard I don’t see his ugly mug and he’s almost always following you around like a whiny pining dog, so I’m going to go out on a limb here and assume you dropped him too. Some damn ‘prince of all saiyans’ you are, ensuring your own damn race’s extinction.”

The anger in his tone was heavy in the air, pained fury at having been dropped like it was nothing obscuring his common sense and rationality with a thick haze of red. Finally though, the tinted lenses faded back a bit, the warrior realizing just who he was talking to and the possible consequences for his actions. He stepped back, tail ducking between his legs to wrap tightly around a thigh. He was nervous. Taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm, he noticed the odd clothes which Vegeta currently wore, a far cry from the strictly sanctioned uniforms adorned by members of the Frieza Force. Finally, with some sense regained, he spoke again and this time with far less bitter venom.

“…my death aside, the hell is it you’re wearing and why the bloody hell is it you’re even on this damn rock in the first place? I know for a fact that I’ve been dead a good long while, not sure the exact length but a damned long time, so why is this mudball not a bunch of rubble floating out in space anyway? I was positive you and Nappa were going to come here, if not for me which you certainly didn’t, then for those damn dragon balls that Namek blabbed on about. Assumed you’d blow it up or at the very least clear it out to get a good sum of Credits from lord Frieza, so mind filling me in on why the everloving fuck we are here?!”

More so confused than angry this time, the pitch of Raditz’s voice raised and lowered at random, emphasizing random words in such a way that showed quite clearly how little he truly understood about what was going on. Last he remembered, both he and his brother were dead, a Namek promising some sort of magic to bring his brother back shortly, the whole ordeal on earth, along with his death, being in vain. Salt to the wound, brutalizing his saiyan pride. Uncouth and rough on the edges as he was, Raditz was at least semi decent, least he thought so anyway. Behaved himself for the most part, followed orders, fulfilled his duties as both a soldier and a guard to the prince, kept his wits about him well enough. May not have been nearly as strong as some, not even marginally so, but he had always tried. Always kept his head up, even when faced with the destruction of his planet. Death had scared him, had been the main motivation when it came to his constant fight, and to face it then be mocked in what he had assumed were very final moments… it had hurt to say the least, left quite the mark. Though it had been quite a long time, decades even, the time didn’t quite feel that way to Raditz, and the wounds to his pride were still quite fresh for the long haired saiyan. Seems the prince’s words, where as before they rolled off him like drops of water to waxed glass, had struck a nerve this time. His walls were down, mind exhausted, and in short Raditz was vulnerable. He hated it.

           Vegeta sensed his rage, how it fluctuated his ki with each spat insult, every incensed complaint over his death. Reigning in his temper had never bode well for the prince, and it took a great portion of control to keep it in check. Where would the fun be in blasting the idiot into oblivion so soon? Driving a knife into old wounds, those related to his failure as the prince of his people, his reckless disdain for the few who were left and loyal to him did little to move him in the way the other Saiyan hoped. Dwelling on his past, the decisions he made, did nothing for him. Digging it up and dragging out the corpse only made a mess he didn’t care to clean up. It distracted him, nothing more.

         He kept silent in the beat Raditz had paused to catch his breath; hewas only just beginning his tirade, Vegeta was sure. Onyx gaze snapped to the movement of his tail. To that day, he still felt its phantom presence once in a great while, the ghost of his own coiled around his waist or swishing content arcs in the first moments of wakefulness. Another relic of the past he refused to give much thought. 

          Who was he? Raditz’s questions regarding his garb to how this accursed planet still revolved around its sun exacerbated that question. Louder and more demanding hisses at the back of his mind. He had answers for him, certainly. But, as he played them through his head, they all withered in the wake of his pride, his own inner turmoil and confusion over the path his life had taken. One he felt he had had little to no control over. A bad decision after another, then boarding a ship whose destination he didn’t care to know at the time. Didn’t care to question. Simply jammed the autopilot controls and let the damn thing take over.

          “ If you’re finished babbling, ” he growled when the other appeared to take a more final pause, “ I’ll explain. ”

          Perhaps not every detail. Raditz didn’t need his life story. The chain of failures that planted him on an unstable, slippery state of being.

         “ I told you not to come here, told you it was a waste of damn time and that if your foolish brother couldn’t handle a planet of weaklings, he was no use to us. So spare me the blame for your death. ” He grit his teeth as he considered what information was pertinent enough to share with Raditz. 

            “ Nappa is dead. I killed him. Frieza is dead, too. ” The grip on his biceps tightened. “ Your brother is still on this planet and alive, despite my efforts to end his life. I remained on this planet to do just that. To surpass him and reclaim my place as the most powerful Saiyan. ”

           He didn’t bother with details. If Raditz was anything, he was perceptive. Let him fill in the blanks. Get his laughs at Vegeta’s expense over with.  Perhaps it would stoke his ire enough to kill him again. End this nightmare before it could truly take hold.

[ninetyfivepercentdantomasik]

Great Characters: Younger Toguro (Yu Yu Hakusho)

Here’s a great example of making the very most out of a simple concept. Former martial artist-turned-demon Toguro may not seem like a great Big Bad by most standards, but there’s a lot more to this martial artist-turned-demon than meets the eye.

His design reflects this. Aside from his imposing height that clocks in somewhere around 9 feet, there’s little else to separate Toguro from an ordinary person at first glance. Toguro’s wardrobe is extremely nondescript, wearing what can effectively be described as business casual, a wrinkled shirt with dress pants and shoes, with his most distinctive feature being the angled sunglasses he always wears, even in battle. His demeanor is almost always relaxed and composed, with very little emotion displayed. Even the design for his face is contained and reserved, wearing only a constant expression of detachment. The only thing that brings him to life is battle. In battle, no character can match the intimidating presence of the Younger Toguro.

When we first meet the Toguro Brothers, they are hired thugs for a despicable billionaire named Tarukane as security for his compound. The Elder Toguro tortures and kills birds to make the Ice Maiden Yukina cry the diamonds that have made Tarukane rich as the Younger Toguro calls together fighters to intercept Yusuke and Kuwabara on their rescue mission. As Yusuke and Kuwabara steadily carve through his forces, the Toguros appear as the last foes to defeat. Wielding his elder brother as a sword, Toguro fends off any and all attacks from the Spirit Warriors. They are “defeated” by a combined attack, and Yukina is rescued. Revealing his true loyalties, Toguro executes the now broke/broken Tarukane and reappears before Yusuke, showing a taste of his real strength and “inviting” him and Kuwabara to the Dark Tournament. He watches many of Yusuke’s matches, remarking upon his growth and savoring their rematch.

"World Tournament” arcs are not a new idea for anime/manga series, but few can deny Yu Yu Hakusho’s “Dark Tournament” arc as one of the best, in great part due to its simplicity. For all the supernatural powers being thrown about, almost every match ends effectively in a fist fight. Strength versus strength, speed versus speed, stamina versus stamina, it really ends up as character versus character. We get to know the fighters a lot more than usual, and not through distracting flashbacks, but through watching them fight, interact, respond, make mistakes, complain, etc. We get to know each character as a person, some we like, some we hope get their butts kicked. Even with Toguro, we still get the sense that he could be a character in Street Fighter, relying on nothing but brute force and toughness.

The fights are contained within the ring, with wonderful referees counting off when combatants are knocked out. Quite a few matches are settled by refs and rulings, with only the final fight becoming too large to be properly enforced. There isn’t a weak round in the tournament, with Team Urameshi being pushed around, cheated, framed, and sometimes utterly outclassed but ultimately triumphing, steadily building up to the final round. The steady, blow-by-blow action keeps readers (or viewers) engaged at all times, rather than other tournaments that tend to involve a lot of standing around with a few meaningless clashes before Big Moves settle everything. Looking at you, Dragonball. And Bleach. And Naruto. And One Piece. And....actually, basically every anime. You can’t really understand how different this is until you’re actually watching and hearing every punch make contact. No other show seems to do this and it’s really disappointing.

With the Younger Toguro we get a character who both appears plain and for the most part acts plain, but with a lot more beneath the surface. Toguro is the first one to admit the power he traded his humanity for isn’t fancy. All he can do is expand his muscles at will, calling out percentages up to 100%. Pure physical strength, nothing more; but no matter how low he keeps it, any attack typically results in extreme overkill. Even at his normal level, a single hit is all it takes to blow someone apart. For the most part, everything up to about 45% of his power is pretty straightforward. He hits harder, he can lift more, and his muscles visually enlarge. Once you get up to 60%, his overwhelming strength begins to evolve. The very air, pushed by his punches, becomes weaponized, like cannonballs made of wind. It’s no longer enough to dodge his punches, one must dodge anything near one of his punches. At 80%, anything his fist makes contact with is pulverized and generally exploded. His initial swings sent shockwaves that damaged the arena and carried clear into the audience seats, actual contact with the arena turned the 200 ton stone circle into nothing but rubble. At 100%, Toguro’s appearance finally reflects his demonic strength. His skin turns gray with bonelike veins, his shoulders expand into what seem like small mountains, and a flick of his finger carries the destructive power of a bullet. He can shout apart Yusuke’s Spirit Gun technique without even moving. At this point, our mind doesn’t even want to imagine what contact with his fist will do. And when he pushes himself to 100% of 100%, pushing his body as far as it will go, the only thing it can be properly used for is facing Yusuke’s final blast. We see the form for only a matter of seconds, but it is even more amazing and terrifying than we imagined.

Unusual for a demon, he takes no joy in needlessly killing others unless a job demands it, and demonstrates sympathy for most of his victims. He has also retained the sense of honor that bound him as a man, killing those he believes to be dishonorable or gleefully cruel. He kicked the regenerating remains of his elder brother for his cruel taunting of a former ally during his match, then punched him clear into the ocean for refusing to stay down. He slew the backers of the Dark Tournament for their scheming and interference in many of the matches and apologized to a demon-human mutation for the excessive force he used to kill her. He killed hundreds of audience members and Kuwabara, but only to bring out Yusuke’s full power to defeat him. Even so, he truthfully spared Kuwabara who played along to help Yusuke succeed, and even made preparations for the restoration of the person he killed whom Yusuke would wish to bring back, should he win. However, the greatest measure of Toguro as a man comes with his death; when he declares his intentions to Lord Koenma to receive the worst, most severe punishment that can be bestowed upon a soul. 10,000 years of unparalleled suffering, resulting in complete oblivion. The Lord of the Underworld asks Toguro to reconsider, pointing out that his crimes as a demon are strongly outweighed by his past deeds as a human, but Toguro has put a lot of thought into it and remains steadfast in his decision. He calmly accepts his fate and disappears into the void, stopping only to say one last goodbye to his former comrade and lover who watches him go.

It’s only in his passing that we really start to ponder the man Toguro was. Looking back, he seemed so uncrackable, and yet so obvious. He was not someone to hide his motivations or intentions, but there always seemed more to him than meets the eye. Maybe it was those sunglasses, always obscuring his eyes and making that little part of him unreadable. Not to say removing the glasses would have made much of a difference, visually speaking. Toguro wasn’t ever secretly crying or giving puppy dog looks or anything like that. His eyes, when we see them, are as stonelike as the rest of him. It doesn’t dispute that there always seemed to be a piece of him missing; something that would explain his actions, explain why he did what he did. Why he chose to become a demon like the one he hated most. The afterword delivered by Koenma is a perfect summarization of Toguro, as an unstoppable force, an immovable object, but underneath it all, a man.

He's like an anthill - the deeper you dig, the more tunnels appear, and inside each is a creature ready to bite. Layer upon layer of bravado, facades, contradicting desires, and intensely wrought obsessions. But beneath it all I suspect you would find just a normal man with a wounded heart and a broken dream.

[mo-art-please]

Toads and Corpses

Title: Toads and Corpses

Rated: T (for teens)

Dragonball Z - Vegeta x Bulma

Disclaimer: I do not own or profit or make anything off of this.

The music was blaringly loud, a fact that Vegeta wished he could ignore. The pounding beat echoed in his ears as he pushed his way through the gyrating crowd , out of the dancehall's large wooden doors, and into the lobby. Capsule Corps Annual Halloween party was in full swing in the next room but Vegeta wanted nothing to do with it. How many years has he attended or at least acknowledge the annual holiday bash? Too many and he was tired of being crowded by worthless masquerading humans with hideously-fake looking costumes that smelt like rubber and plastic. He needed to breathe god damn it and there was no way in hell he could do so in there!

With a agitated sigh Vegeta threw the jacket he was carrying on the arm of one of the lobby's expensive leather couches and sat down with a thud. With an irritated growl he crossed his arms and ankles and glared across the room. Oh how he hated such pointless human celebrations. It was a waste of time and most importantly oxygen.

Vegeta watched as several humans dressed in outlandish clothing entered the building in a fit of giggles and pointless chatter and quickly make their way to dancehall. He hoped that if he were lucky that maybe he could spend the rest of the evening in the lobby where the music was muted to a tolerable level, the air was clean, and people were scarce. Footsteps from behind told Vegeta that he would have no such luck.

"Hey Vegeta! What are you doing in here? You're missing the party, " Goku's large clumsy hand landed on Vegeta's shoulder from behind the couch as he spoke and a goofy grin plastered onto his youthful face.

"I'm trying to get away from idiocy but it seems to follow me wherever I go." Vegeta sneered up at the taller man and shook the hand on his shoulder off . Kakarott was by-far the last person he wanted to run into at the moment. The idiot could give a rock a headache. And by the stupid baseball costume Kakarott was wearing Vegeta figured he too decided to join the humans in the festivities. What a pathetic excuse of a Saiyan.

Goku removed his baseball cap to scratched his head in bewilderment but quickly shrugged it off and started looking around the room as if searching for someone or something. Who knew what the imbecile was thinking…if he even thought at all.

"Hey Vegeta?"

Vegeta cringed at the man's voice but managed to stay stoically still. Was it just him or was Kakarott's voice an equivalent to nails on a chalkboard? Or worse, Chichi. "What?" He ground out through clenched teeth.

"Have you seen Bulma? I haven't seen her all day. I looked for her at the party but I couldn't find her anywhere and her Ki is so small I have a hard time locating her with all these people around. Do you happen to know where she might be?"

Vegeta blinked in surprise. He hadn't seen his wife since that morning and was stunned that he hadn't noticed her absence at her own party. It seemed no one had noticed except for Goku, something that Vegeta didn't want to acknowledge at the moment. Having another man being more in tuned with his own wife wasn't something Vegeta wanted to think about, especially when it was his greatest rival. So instead of pondering his reckless abandonment for observation he decided to cover it up the only way he knew how.

"Do you think I keep track of that wench? I have better things to do with my time," Vegeta huffed and stood up from the couch. Despite his aloof behavior his eyes scanned the expansive lobby for a blue headed beauty that he was intimately acquainted with. Only a hand full of people were scattered around the room, most of them secluding themselves away from the loud music to make some phone calls before going back to the party.

"So you don't know where she is?" Goku asked the older man while scratching his chin.

Vegeta gave the younger man a deadpan glare. "No, I don't."

All of a sudden several women's screams pierced the lobby as a group of girls came tumbling through the dancehall's doors and into the room. Vegeta and Goku wince at the earsplitting pitch of their shrieks and squeals as they ran across the lobby's glossy tile floors. Not far behind the small horde of females were Trunks and Goten carrying large bloated toads. The pre-teens chased the women almost to the exit and would have continued out into the parking lot if they hadn't been summoned from their fathers. With heavy disappointed sighs they abandoned the chase.

"Having fun?" Vegeta asked his eleven year old son dispassionately.

Trunks shrugged casually and tossed the obese frog to his other hand. "We were before you called us," he muttered but then grinned wickedly. "Those girls are so easy to scare, it's hilarious watching them stumbling over themselves because of a little toad."

Vegeta grunted in agreement and eyed his son. Trunks costume wasn't more than tattered clothing covered in artificial blood but it looked convincing. His skin was airbrushed pale and Bulma had done an excellent job making Trunks look like a zombie with bloody bite marks and decaying flesh. She was definitely a master at make up. Vegeta also noticed that Kakarott's youngest son was also dressed up as the living dead. Great, he thought, two ghouls to haunt him the rest of his miserable life.

"That wasn't very nice Trunks and Goten," Goku scolded half-heartedly but then smiled and ruffled his son's dark hair . "Oh by-the-way have you happened to see your mother, Trunks? I've been looking for her," Goku asked Vegeta's son.

"Mom?" Trunks scratched his chin with his thumb and pondered. "I can't say that I have. Goten, have you seen her?"

Goten shook his head negatively.

Goku sighed in defeat and shrugged his shoulders. "Oh well, I guess if you see her let her know I was looking for her. I'm gonna' go back to the party before Chichi starts getting too upset. Oh Vegeta, I almost forgot to ask, what is your costume suppose to be?"

Vegeta glared at the man in front of him. The moron couldn't tell that he hadn't dressed up at all? That he was just wearing his casual tee-shirt and jeans? The man was dumber than a brick. "Human" Vegeta snarled sarcastically.

"Oh…" Goku blinked several times. "Well it does look like a human costume I suppose…" He patted his son's head one more time and saluted Vegeta before heading back through the dancehall's wooden doors. Vegeta rolled his eyes at his departure.

Vegeta looked down at Trunks and Goten. "You're dismissed," he waved the boys off and they eagerly left in search for their next victims. Vegeta watched the boys leave and then with a heavy exhale he sought for Bulma's Ki with his mind. He searched the entire compound, shuffling out the useless Ki signatures that surrounded him and found her energy ebbing in the vicinity of the gardens. He slipped his leather jacket on and headed out the building to find her.

The air was cold and Vegeta's breath came out as puffs of vapor. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans to keep them warm as he trekked down the pathway toward Bulma's Ki. Although Saiyans were known to be a hardy race that could withstand even the most brutal environments, Vegeta still preferred the hotter deserts or even the humid tropical climates over the cold that surrounded him now. Fortunately Bulma and himself were heading to their winter vacation home on its own private beach in Maui in two weeks and he'll miss the rest of the cold front that was coming through.

Vegeta cursed when he tripped over a heavy plastic tombstone. He glared down at the offender before he kicked it in retribution for causing him to stumble. Vegeta watched as it sailed through the air and off into the night with a sense of vindication. It was about a minute before he heard a crash from the parking lot and the screeching of a car alarm. There was so much mist from the multiple fog machines placed strategically throughout the vegetation that he was slightly surprise that he had only tripped over one of the many tombstones scattered throughout the park.

Vegeta continued on and it wasn't long until he spotted Bulma sitting on a bench deep within the center of the garden. She looked so small and fragile next to the large foliage and hedges that the dominating male in him wanted nothing more than to carry her back into the warmth and safety of their bedroom. His protective nature seemed to come out quite often when he was in the presence of his delicate wife. But for now he pushed the need down and with a calculating eye he took in her appearance as he approached her from the side.

Bulma, like their son and his friend, was dressed as a member of the living dead. Her usually porcelain skin was even paler than normal and false blood was splattered over her black tee-shirt and bleached jeans, up her arms and across her chest while several drops stained the smooth skin of her cheek. A large gash expanded across her neck as if someone had tried taking an axe to her throat and the blood had dripped down from the wound to the swell of her breasts before drying. The fake lesion was unnerving but as she turned and smiled at him he realized that it was not as unsettling as the smoky grey contacts she wore. They covered up her bright, jovial eyes and made her look cold inside and out. She looked legitimately dead and it made his heart stop.

"Hey you," Bulma smiled brightly up at him through dead eyes and patted the empty space next to her on the bench . Vegeta sat numbly next to her, his eyes never leaving the grisly wound in her neck. He kept telling himself it was fake, just a special effect for a stupid human ritual but his heart was constricting with a sickening emotion. Horror. Horror that the demons of his past have come back to haunt him. If they had touched her…killed her…he clamped down on the sickening feeling of panic . It was just makeup. It wasn't real.

Vegeta couldn't resist and reached out to touch Bulma on the neck. She took it as a sign that he wanted to view her craftsmanship but in truth he wanted to feel her warmth. Wanted to feel her blood pulse strongly in her veins beneath her flawlessly delicate skin. Wanted to know she was alive.

"So whatcha' think? Not bad huh? Looks pretty darn authentic doesn't it?" Bulma asked proudly as she craned her neck so he could inspect her handiwork more closely. Vegeta knew her eyes would have been sparkling with self-satisfaction if it weren't for those damn contacts she wore.

"Humph," he snorted, " not bad I suppose. I've seen more realistic." He answered quietly as he swiped his thumb back and forth over the fiery pulse in her neck. There was no way he was going to admit that her makeup job disturbed him so much. Vegeta felt that he was sitting next to the talking corpse of his wife and if it wasn't for the soft sound of her breathing and the steam it made, plus the healthy beat of her heart beneath his fingertips, he knew for sure the pressure of fear that was clenching his heart would burst it in-two. Never had this holiday made him feel so sick to his stomach. Sick with fear that he would lose Bulma.

Bulma rolled her eyes at his statement. "I'm sure you have you evil son-of-bitch but I still did good." She pouted playfully and stretched her arms up over her head, unconsciously arching her perfectly ripe breasts forward. "I think rigor mortis is setting in." She said jokingly while twisting back and forth in an attempt to pop her spine.

"Where have you been?" Vegeta changed the subject from his past, a topic he was still uneasy conversing with his lover about. If his angel truly knew what horrible atrocities he had done in the past she may leave him. God what would he do if that were to ever happen?

Bulma sighed in frustration and slumped rather unlady-like on the bench. " I just went through hell and back these last three hours in the kitchen. It seems that the catering company royally fucked up and didn't send enough food. I've been calling every restaurant I know to see if they could prepare more hors d'oeuvres and entrees for the buffet. They could but they had no means for delivery so Tony, Vinny, and myself loaded up into the shipping trucks and picked up the food ourselves and brought it back. I just recently had the chance to come out here and catch my breath." She sighed heavily in exhaustion. "It was a nightmare." She finished by running her fingers into her short crop of hair.

They sat in silence for a moment before Bulma groaned audibly ."Ugh these contacts are killing me…"Bulma grumbled more to herself than to Vegeta and tilted her head back to remove the lens from her eyes. Vegeta sent up a mental thank you to whatever god answered his prayer. He felt a weight lift off his chest at the sight of her azure irises.

"So why'd you ask? You've been looking for me?" Bulma questioned him with a delicately raised eyebrow, her beautiful, vividly blue eyes staring at him lovingly.

Vegeta grunted and pulled his hand away from her neck to cross his arms. "Not hardly, that fool Kakarott has been searching for you."

"So you went to find me for him?"

"Of course not! Like I'd help that retard do anything." Vegeta growled out between clenched teeth. Like HELL he'd do errands for that third class idiot! He may not throw his authority around like he use to but he was still a prince and a prince did NOT help the lower class.

Bulma's laughter sounded rich and heart-warming as it danced across the cold air. Her smile was so bright that it lit up the night with it's beauty. Vegeta felt his insides melt at the charming melody her voice held. How had he been so blessed to obtain such a precious woman? How did the gods see him fit to have her?

"Uh huh so you just happen to wander out here and stumble upon me. Like I believe that." She playfully flirted with him.

"I don't wander or stumble," Vegeta left out the little incident with the tombstone, " I know exactly where you are at all times, at all hours. I was just curious why you were missing your own party."

Bulma's shoulders dropped tiredly before a large shiver racked through her body. She wrapped her slender arms around herself for warmth. Without thinking Vegeta removed his jacket and placed it over her quivering shoulders.

Bulma smiled up at him and eagerly slipped into the oversized coat. She didn't thank him outright knowing he'd just scuff at his slip of emotion. Instead she framed his face with cold hands and pulled him down for a deep kiss, showing him without words how much she appreciated his action.

Their lips touched gently at first, a soft brush of skin before they settled against each other. They moved in a synchronized rhythm, neither one fighting for dominance just enjoying the feel of each other's mouth. Bulma moaned and Vegeta groaned while he slipped his tongue through her lips and into her soft heat. Their tongues waltzed in a seductive dance as Vegeta pushed his weight against Bulma's lithe form, slowly lowering her onto the bench beneath his solid body.

He would never get enough of her. Never. She was a potent drug that sung through his veins and he was an addict for it. How had one woman entranced him so?

"EW GROSS!" came a boyish cry of disgust several feet next to them.

Vegeta whipped his head up and glared at his son and Kakarott's brat who were both making bitter faces of repulsion. He snarled angrily at the interruption but Bulma's bubbly laughter caught him off guard and before he knew it she was slipping out from beneath him.

"What are you two doing out here?" Bulma asked while Vegeta sat himself upright. From even under the pale makeup on her face, Vegeta could see the soft blush of embarrassment stain her porcelain cheeks.

"My dad is looking for you so we decided to find you for him." Goten said with a grin that mimicked his father's as he wedged himself between Vegeta and Bulma on the bench.

"Is that so? I must be popular tonight." Bulma said with a chuckle and winked flirtatiously at her husband. Vegeta rolled is eyes at his wife's antics.

"Yeah it's true so Goten dragged me out here even though I TOLD him not to," Trunks crossed his arms arrogantly. Trunks had learned that when his parents' ki's were fluctuating it was best to leave them alone or have a really pissed-off father on his heels.

"Well it's alright, I suppose I should go see what Goku wants then. I think I know what it is but I should double check," Bulma smiled warmly at her son who was still standing defensively. She opened her arms and without hesitation Trunks came running and leapt into her lap. She closed her arms tightly around him and rocked him playfully. "You are good boys to come find me for him." She looped one arm around Goten and pulled him into the hug.

Vegeta rolled his eyes at her statement. Those kids were anything BUT good. More like hell on wheels, he thought sardonically as he watched them. But the three of them looked happy in their hug despite their ghoulish appearance and Vegeta wondered how his life had managed to turn in this strange direction. His thoughts were interrupted when Bulma raised an eyebrow at him, silently asking if he would like to join the group hug. Vegeta made a false gag and Bulma slapped his arm and stuck her tongue out at him.

"Well I hate to be the one to interrupt this Kodak moment," Vegeta said sarcastically as he rose to his feet. The awkward zombie loving was a little too strange for his liking…at least with the two kids involved. If it was just him and his wife…well he could become a necrophiliac for a night.

Trunks quickly jumped off his mother's lap as if he just remembered his father was there and stood at attention with a slight blush of mortification on his cheeks. Goten stood with a little less vigor.

"I'm sure you are," Bulma replied cynically as she got up and stretched in Vegeta's jacket that nearly swallowed her. "Trunks, Goten, would you be so kind as to tell Goku that I'm on my way and should be at the party shortly?" The boys nodded and quickly took off.

"And you mister," she poked a delicate finger into Vegeta's muscular chest, "better behave yourself."

Vegeta raised a inquisitive eyebrow and grinned wolfishly. "Me? I'm a prince, the paradigm of civility, hospitality, and etiquette."

Bulma scuffed at his banter and handed Vegeta his jacket. " Well I hope you remember that while you're at the party or…" She seductively backed away from him as she spoke.

As she moved one of Bulma's hands lifted her shirt , exposing the smooth pale skin of her stomach and the glittering bellybutton-ring that pierce through its dainty naval, while her other hand pushed her jeans down to expose the tantalizing skin between her swaying hips. It was a double tease for Vegeta's hungry gaze and he could feel his blood drain to his lower region in response. He licked his lower lip in anticipation for the feast her body would make.

"…none of this. Got that baby?" She smiled bewitchingly and winked before she took off for the party, leaving Vegeta standing hot and heavy in the garden.

Vegeta resituated himself so his hard-on wouldn't be evident through his jeans and grinned wickedly. Even if he misbehaved he was still getting her tonight one way or another. Bulma was a sucker for a bad boy and he knew his little zombie lover couldn't resist his devious charms. But he supposed he could try to be a little civil just for one night…try being the key word.

Vegeta shrugged on his jacket and followed the scent of his wife's desire back to the Halloween party. This Holiday might not be so bad if it ended the way he intended it to.

The End

[peonypearls-muddled-musings]

I’ve been trying to come to grips with the source of a lot of my stories.

Not as in content, but how I come up with them.

Since about 2nd grade I’ve cultivated my imagination. But instead of doing so through writing, it’s all been through daydreaming. Hyperfocusing. My earliest daydreams were formed while spending recesses on my own in second grade, imagining myself as a gargoyle (because Gargoyles is lit and I was like 7 at the time) and flying and going to see my dad and some other relatives in other states. These escalated over time, and I often spent recess on my own, swinging, imagining, daydreaming.

I used to spin to music and just let my imagination run wild; when I got a little older, I started to pace. We’ll get back to that.

It didn’t stop. In middle school I started more fanworks; I started drawing seriously. Well, not too seriously (if I had I’d be better by now), but I did it more. Investing myself in shows and characters and ocs for stuff like FF7, Chrono Cross, Pokemon, Digimon, Dragonball Z, Kingdom Hearts, etc. Imagining. Daydreaming in class. I was a decent student; but my procrastination began with homework soon enough. It often took me hours to complete. My mind was almost always consistently abuzz with some kind of idea; whether fleshed out or not. There were too many times I broke out of a daydreaming realizing I had no idea what my teachers had just been talking about for five-ten minutes.

That’s probably also what contributes to my overthinking, especially with my OCD. In 2005, my overthinking lapsed over into ‘reality’ and that was not a good deal. Fears and the like took over; intrusive thoughts started. And OCD habits I’d shown for years just kind of exploded. I stopped drawing and writing out of fear that I would do something I was ashamed of. It took a while to really get back into the swing of everything, but several years later I was re-inspired and I had a small renaissance in 2009 (ask me about Crisis Core).

Years later, I’ve been doing my best to understand how everything is connected. Why don’t I read more when I love to imagine? 

I love to write. Or do I? I don’t write much honestly. I’ve gone months without writing prose. I don’t study different books, or authors. Reading is sometimes a chore as my attention span can barely stay put. My sister has suggested audio books, because she has a bad attention span too; but I can’t draw what I’m imagining while listening to whole other story. What else can I do when listening to an audio book? Some clean, some craft - my base talents are doodling, and I always mostly draw from my daydream stories; which are almost always the same characters, the same daydream.

I read an article yesterday about something that I’ve thought about for a while. Maladaptive daydreaming. And it hit home. I grew up with divorced parents; my mom and sister and eventual stepdad moved quite a few times before settling on a place when I was 7. My first grade teacher wanted me on medication, and my mom said no; but any disruptions I caused left with the changing of schools - which was the same year my daydreaming started. I didn’t have a lot of friends; but I did have some reliable family; family that watched a lot of television and played a lot of video games - this media is still some of my favorite and has helped shape me. But it also kind of contributed to me being a bit of an odd kid.

I used to have trouble doing anything original. I relied on fanworks as a kid. I did have a couple of original ideas in high school, but nothing that ever saw the light of day past graduation. (I’m lucky I saw graduation, yikes). Now, fanworks are rare for me; I’m also super picky with some of my content these days.

Lately, I’ve been realizing my stories are the products of grown daydreams; just with their own arcs and stories that, because I’m always daydreaming, haven’t had the chance to stay solid. Haven’t really had the chance to grow. And that’s why I’ve never felt like a real writer. I’m not writing ‘stories’. I’m just daydreaming, and sometimes drawing them and calling these people characters, and talking about things they do, but not understanding their full story. They’re mechanisms.

My stories have always been mechanisms to keep me occupied from a world I’ve always ignored emotionally. 

The music and pacing? I do that to this day at the age of 31. When I’m home alone, I often blare music and just try to let my mind go wild. Sometimes it’s story related; sometimes not. Sometimes I can’t think of anything that makes me want to continue. Sometimes I’m so engaged I’ll hit my hand on something during a turn.

My four core stories just kind of happened. Bequest came to me while at work in 2011, standing near my register during a slow night - letting my mind wander. 2011 was a year that I sought out counseling because my anxieties overflowed again; the first time since my initial breakdown. In 2014 CoffeeBoy occurred; but this time it was a month after a vacation in Gatlinburg and meeting one of my best friends for the first time. I’d also just switched jobs and graduated college that year. 2016 was another year my emotions were rough. 2016 was just not great altogether; but it was the year I discovered PDatSK after a RP session with my friend. 

2017 is the year I really recall feeling heavy, and noticing the possibility of depression. A lot of my art and writing since then has dramatically waned. I’ve lost two major family member since 2015, one of my uncles and my grandmother; two of the reliable family members mentioned earlier. But I’ve almost never felt like it affected my works. But I think instead, in keeping steady, I blocked myself off from my emotions; which in turn caused everything else to just stop.

and then in 2019 was when Hark started coming to life, but I also started experiencing life with no hyperfocus; which made me feel like the living dead. I had no direction; no consistent daydream to keep me occupied or entertained.

2019 was the first year I felt this in full. In my lack of inspiration, or ability to have my fully-fleshed daydreams, I just didn’t... have them. Which has rarely happened.

So now, in 2020, I’m trying to learn from those lessons. 

I’m trying to turn things around.

To just write.

Just write.

Just draw.

Let it come back in a new way.

Explore, and try to explore actually writing and understanding the stories and thoughts of others. 

I wouldn’t call myself a writer, but it was one of the first ways I explored bringing my daydreams to life, along with drawing.

So explore your thoughts. Let them live and breathe. And do the same, and support others.

And see what 2020 will bring, instead of letting it all live inside; because you know the thought of something happening to you before you can bring these characters to life is something that genuinely frightens you. Because it’s what happened to Uncle Jerry. 

Find out where the words will take you.