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straightfacedstrangeness · 1 year ago

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Broly movie semi-liveblog because of reasons

I only ever watched the original Broly movie once or twice cus of the suuuper long fight scene ending (and I think it came out, or we borrowed it from Blockbuster, around the time I was losing interest in DBZ)…which is great cus watching it now after the reboot movie has me going in almost totally fresh

Krillin’s puppy song (and how he just pauses then keeps singing after the ship lands X’D so you just hear him wailing in the background during Paragus’ big speech)

Paragus: I’m starting a new planet and I want you to be king Vegeta: :/ Paragus: Uhh…there’s also this big strong bad guy and only YOU can stop him! Vegeta: :/ Trunks: Dad, don’t go with him Vegeta: DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO! *goes out of spite*

Vegeta gets to the planet, gets his ear talked off by Paragus, sees Paragus’ whole army, doesn’t react to anything, but takes one look at the big buff shirtless dude covered in jewelry and decides “I want to be alone with that guy for a while” (Trunks: “DAD NO” Vegeta: “DON’T KINKSHAME ME”)

Son “cat trying to convince you it didn’t just eat five minutes ago” Goku

“Golly, who could the Legendary Super Saiyan be?” *shows a whole flashback of Broly being the Legendary Super Saiyan and names the movie “Broly: The Legendary Super Saiyan”*

Still gets me that the fan-favorite His Power Is Maximum villain’s weakness is that he flips out at the sight of the guy who cried in the crib next to him when they were babies

I’d still fight Master Roshi if I could risk getting within ten feet of him but thanks man for deflating the tension every time it gets serious here. And more importantly, giving my boy Oolong an actual reason to be here (designated driver). Which kinky freak on staff came up with that sequence of the two of them in bed together though?? XD

Realizing I haven’t seen the old DBZ movies since before my dad got his giant TV, and watching this thing in HD on a huge screen with surround sound blasting the doofy 2000s grunge rock songs shoehorned into the soundtrack just feels so wrong X’D

With Paragus’ whole thing being about trapping Vegeta on this planet so a comet can smush him, how much funnier would it have been if Goku had just shown up and immediately IT’d everyone back to Earth

This version of Broly is SO annoying, OMFG. Hulked-out glowing guy cackling about how he was gonna kill a child, “What do you expect from a true freak?! Wahaha~” Like 100% one of those guys who saw The Dark Knight and went “the Joker’s so dark and edgy, I wanna be just like him” Shut up already

Actually Broly’s fixation on hurting Gohan to upset Goku plus the Trunks-Vegeta dynamic could’ve made for an interesting subplot about father-son relationships, but nope I guess. Gohan and Trunks aren’t even in the reboot movie where they really dig into Paragus’ abuse of Broly (just a brief scene of Goten and Trunks calling Bulma for two seconds to tell her plot stuff)

Piccolo dragging Vegeta to the battle by his hair

I also actually love sad scared Vegeta because it makes him so much more interesting. Goku’s an excitable child whose relationship with martial arts is basically like a good work ethic, so he hears about someone stronger than him and gets all excited cus he wants to test his strength by fighting them. Vegeta’s an arrogant jerk generally used to getting his own way, so he hears about someone stronger than him and his first instinct is to go “pff, no way,” then when it’s clear the person IS much stronger he just shuts down. Probably a remnant of being terrorized and probably physically beaten by Frieza or his minions as a kid, cus you KNOW he wasn��t gonna just start taking orders from some guy who isn’t even his king dad

The classic DBZ squeaky foot noise when Broly walks...bless

“I’m the prince of all Saiyans, even you, Broly” “Then please try your best to make me kneel before you” Get a ROOM

“Did he really think I would die just because this planet is about to explode?”

*gives you my power, but in a tsundere way*

I’d been wanting to watch the first bunch of movies for a while since they use clips from em in the Ocean dub opening, but wound up with the 2nd movie set cus I found a good deal and the Broly reboot made me curious to revisit the original…now I’m torn between going on to Return Of Cooler & Super Android 13 my dumb funny beloveds, or going back to the 1st movie set and working my way up to truly Earn them XD

#dragon ball #rambling #goku #vegeta

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dballzposting · 2 years ago

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Wah hoo Yamgeta week!! Here my contribution, while I don't think the 2 of them would have kids, I think the idea is funny.

Their name is Dim-sum and they're an ankle biter. I feel like Yamcha would wind up basically a single parent to a mini Vegeta. Their hair looks like if Vegetas hair was a mullet

Anon you are genius . . .

I cant believe that vegeta gets yamucha mpreg :/ . It's kind of like the time that he got Bulma pregnant and then fucked off. Only this time he never comes back.

For the sake of their marriage Vegeta and Bulma just Don't Talk about the affair and the bastard spawn. But they do send child support money.

TBH I think that Yamucha should just put the child outside and let the wolves raise it FR.

It's a shame that Vegeta has perverted his bloodline with not one but two bastard children but whatever. And I know that Yamucha puts that damn thing on a leash and brings it to Z Team get-togethers and it's always awkward and Bra and Trunks don't know what to make of their half-sibling and it's weird how the fetted thing looks so much like Vegeta in the face like ... It's a rotten beast.

And eventually despite it all Vegeta gets so worried about the child's Saiyan blood and the concept of wasted potential so he starts training it much in the manner of how Piccolo coldly trained Gohan when he was young.

And this little thing is a weirdo like Yamucha feeds it cereal and boar bones and alcohol mixers and not much else, and it sleeps curled up like a cat and barks like a dog. And they're an incredibly lively fellow and is full of love but it also becomes clear over time that they're a big fan of senseless manipulation and lying and trickery because it's funny. BUT ROTTENNESS BE DAMNED .. THIS KID CAN FIGHT ! Vegeta doesnt think so becasue he's trying to push the lessons of Discipline and Warrior Honor while the kid just wants to go wild, so they grow up with a complex about being weak.

Thank you for participating in Yamgeta Week 2023! (Jan 1 - Jan 7, with respect to personal timezone)

#dballz posting #dballz asks #YamgetaYaoi

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humanperryfic · 1 year ago

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thank you @inators !!

you named after anyone: No

When was the last time you cried?: Early November.

Do you want any kids?: Absolutely not.

What sports have you played?: Gymnastics (a very long time ago), softball, taekwondo, marching band (it's a sport or at least drum corps is)

Do you use sarcasm: ofc! kinda bad at it though

What is the first thing you notice about someone?: Height, probably

What's your eye color: Blue

Movies with sad or happy endings?: Happy, always

What talents do you have?: I can play flute, piccolo, piano, mallet percussion and marching bass drum (it's been a while on the last two), do the splits, and I can throw a decently big flag or a wooden rifle in a lot of weird and concussion-inducing ways.

Where would you like to live: Big 15-minute city apartment above a store of some sort. But own the apartment, not rent. Fuck landlords. Oh, and a balcony to grow plants.

What are your hobbies?: Music, writing, drawing, colorguard

Do you have any pets: 3 cats

How tall are you?: 5'2"

What was your favourite subject in school?: Band or chemistry

What is your dream job?: Medicine something. (Family med? Anesthesia? OBGYN? I don't know yet.) Or medical research.

Tagging: @bashingpumpkins

Thank you @grandpizzaeater 💕

you named after anyone: No

When was the last time you cried?: Yesterday

Do you want any kids?: Yes but not more than I can handle 😁

What sports have you played?: Swimming, badminton

Do you use sarcasm: Yeah

What is the first thing you notice about someone?: Hmm...Eyes. They can tell so much

What's your eye color: Brown

Movies with sad or happy endings?: Happy

What talents do you have?: This is a bit sad question lmao I can say my memory or able to read so fast

Where would you like to life: Not so crowded, not so quiet, peacefull, full of gardens etc.

What are your hobbies?: Watching tv shows or movies, reading, writing stories

Do you have any pets: One cat and one turtle

How tall are you?: 162 cm

What was your favourite subject in school?: Biology

What is your dream job?: I have my dream job ❤ I am a vet student 🐾

@yarart4ever @t00obsessed @bluepandaninja5 @hufflepufflemarauder @woulddieforperrytheplatypus @1544cimn @emeraldshy98 @perregrinstudiessometimes @perrybearwaks @owcaunion @liosensei @adhdoofenshmirtz @inators

If you want to ofc!

#tag game #not pnf

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nimedhel09 · 3 years ago

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Listen.

Bio-Broly, but instead of turning into goo and all (because that's dumb and makes 0 sense... they did that just because they didn't want him to fight naked the whole time... give us the naked Brols!), he panicks because he has exactly 0 idea of what's happening and instead of going super and getting all aggressive, he instinctively flees and gets lost, but he loses his energy very quickly because he's just started to use his ki in this body so he crashes in a random place and loses consciousness.

Noone knows where he is.

But then he's found by a random lady who has to huff and puff and take a thousand breaks to get Broly's bum out of the crater he created and into her little cottage, because that man is HUGE, and she makes him into a blanket burrito as good as she can... because, again, him HUGE.

When Broly wakes up, He panicks a bit, but, since he's in a burrito blanket, like a cat or an anxious person (him very anxious, him huge kitteh), he settles down enough to wearily look at his surroundings. The lady spots him and begins to talk. When she sees that the very beautiful, very naked, very HUGE and tall man with a freaking tail is kind of freaking out, she acts with him like he's a feral cat (which, accurate, though).

That same very naked, very HUGE, very handsome strange man with a tail isn't able to talk yet, though, so communication is made mostly non-verbally from Broly's side, until he gets the grasp of human language.

He has exactly 0 recollection of his original, non-cloned self, he's 100% his own Saiyan... The issue is: he does not know he's a Saiyan. He does not know he has a name. He does not know ANYTHING about himself. And that's kind of sad and scary for him. Even more so when the kind lady asks him about it.

It's also confusing for the lady, because the man (very beautiful, very HUGE, very naked man with a freaking tail) seems to have complete amnesia and she does not know how to deal with it? (Yeah, she does not know he was created from the blood of a psychopathic and sadistic legendary warrior that has immeasurable power and an unending thirst for destruction, chaos, blood and suffering)

Of course, she tries her best, but she leads a very quiet life, away from civilization for a reason (she's a misanthropic lady who's suffered in her life, ok?). But she tries her best, because, even though she does not like people, she still has a lot of compassion, and so she showers poor bio-Broly in it. She finds clothes for him - although they're still too small, him HUGE - she feeds his immense appetite, she teaches him to talk and read and write, but she also asks him to help her out with her plants, which makes him very curious.

Since the clothes are still too small, they kind of break and the lady has to mend them so that her taciturn roommate won't be naked around her (nosebleeds were had), and the duo goes into the closest village to get a fitting for the very HUGE and handsome man with a freaking tail (no, I will not stop, lol) and it goes as well as it can with a HUGE man with a freaking tail that is riddled with anxiety: aka, panic attack, ki out of control, Z fighters feel and come, tension and all, but the fitting is still done so yay?

So, the Z fighters (well, Goku, Vegeta, Gohan and Piccolo, and Trunks and Goten because they're little curious bums that did not have enough of Broly the first time or, you know, dying, during the Buu saga) are there, Vegeta is angry, the others are scared and weary and ready to kill the poor confused, scared, very HUGE man with a freaking tail (omg it doesn't get old). Vegeta casually talks about murder, bio-Broly is hella scared and hides himself (as well as he can, because him HUGE - are you tired of me yet? lol) behind the tiny human lady that takes care of him, and she's also scared because she's ONE (1.) tiny lady in front of huge men (except for Vegeta, lol) who look frightening and are talking about murder casually and all of them are ripped and OMG she's going to die, but her instincts are screaming at her to fight, and who is she to ignore the call of violence?

So, she does the only thing that makes sense to her: she screams at the intruders and acts like a mom berating a very naughty child. The fighters are taken aback. Goku is scared (because mad Chichi flashbacks, lol), Vegeta is confused (because frail and weak human women are never scared of him and it's completely counter-intuitive and against survival instincts and his brain can't deal), Gohan is rightfully chastised and ashamed of himself and Piccolo's ears are hurting.

A compromise is finally attained after some back and forth when the screaming is done (bio-Broly was looking at the lady with an adoring expression, like a puppy whose human protected them or something, very cute and very confusing for the Z fighters who only knew the overpowered sadistic legendary maniac). Bio-Broly finally has a name! And the lady finally has insight on the very handsome, very HUGE man with a freaking tail who has been living with her these last few weeks.

It's weird knowing that there are aliens that live casually on Earth. Even more so when some of them come from a warrior race that is nearly extinct and who are known throughout the universe as genocidal maniacs. Even more so when they mostly look human outside of the tail and the fact their hair never changes and all their idiosyncracies. But life's been weird, and the lady lived through being killed by a sentient bubblegum and being revived, so whatever.

Thus, bio-Broly and the lady go back in the woods, the cottage is rearranged so that the HUGE Saiyan can have a bed that fits him and stuff, and life goes on. Goku and Piccolo come around to teach him how to access and control his energy and transformations, and the lady is very annoyed at the fact that she must suffer through more company, even more so when it's Goku, because he might be a loveable goof, but he's too extraverted and loud for her tastes. Plus she has to get mad at him regularly because he just forgets his manners and it's annoying.

One time, she's so annoyed that she asks, very sweetly, if Broly could pleaaaase just sock him in the head if he does another annoying thing, and, of course, this Broly is a sweetheart (imagine DBS Broly but even more awkward in the body of Z Broly, with impeccable manners and more cat-like than dog-like, lol) so of course he does it and he forgets his strength, so Goku gets thrown through a wall.

When that happens, everyone just stops to look at the destruction, Broly gets flustered and embarrassed and he's sooooo ashamed he's near tears, and the lady can't wrap her head around what just happened, but she also sees her roommate's state and goes to pat him on the back (he's too tall for her to pet his hair like she wants) and reassures him. And when Goku comes back, the lady demands that he repair her home and prohibits him from coming into the house and having any food from her until he's learnt to be a well-behaved Saiyan, "just look at how Broly is such a good boy even though he was born only a few months ago" and all that kind of stuff, lol.

Ok, that's all I have for this... for now, lol.

It seems that seeing this beautiful bastard in SDBH rekindled my love and obsession for him and sending me into a spiral of overthinking about what ifs, hahahaha!

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chaoticpuff17 · 4 years ago

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A Dangerous Game

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Here it is my darlings! The epilogue! I fully expect you all to come for my head, but enjoy! It’s been a pleasure to write it!!-- chaotic puff

Y/N enjoyed the August sunshine as she wandered the market. Her life had been peaceful since coming to the Italian countryside taking on a new name, a new life. She had taken a job at a local restaurant and found them a small house bordering one of the olive orchards that littered the countryside where Mark was able to find a job. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was freedom, blessed freedom.

Italy had been good for her. There was no JB, no Namjoon, no mafia to worry about. No one knew her here. It was the fresh start she needed after her time in Korea. Here she was a Canadian woman from Quebec by the name of Alice Morin living with her husband of a year Matthew, also from Quebec. It was quiet. The only unexpected thing had been the baby.

The baby had been a rather rude surprise. She’d only just escaped Namjoon when she’d begun to show early signs. It had been a doctor in Prague, one that she was not entirely sure was practicing medicine legally, that had given them the news. She was several weeks along in a pregnancy that she had never wanted to begin with, but she was determined to make the best of it, even if the child was Namjoon’s.

She could remember turning to Mark with panicked eyes once the doctor had given them the news. They were on the run. They were trying to start a new life. They were both still grieving the death of a dear friend, more than one on Mark’s part. But Mark had taken her hands in his and smiled at her and told her that it would all be alright, that they could do this. It would be her tiny miracle, not Namjoon’s. He would make sure of that.

Eventually they’d made their way to Italy, establishing themselves in the northern countryside. It was a good life, more peaceful than she had ever known. The village was out of the way, vineyards and olive trees and above all sunshine. She loved it there, and for the first time every she was able to enjoy a pregnancy.

She’d been almost too scared to acknowledge the baby at first. Mark had been more invested than she had worrying over the constant movement and stress it would cause to her and the little buddy as Mark called him. They didn’t actually know the sex of the baby. Because of the restraints on both funds and access to proper medical care, Mark had chosen the remote Italian countryside, and had settled on using the local midwife to deliver the baby when the time came which left them with no clue of the baby’s gender.

Little by little, she had been able to become more excited about the baby. The nonnas of the village were more than happy to help with the pregnancy teaching her how to knit and sow, helping her put together the nursery, teaching her how to make proper Italian food. She couldn’t say how many times, she’d heard her boss being scolded by the local nonnas about letting a pregnant woman work so much. Mark also got his fair share of scoldings from the nonnas.

They’d melded into the village quite well after being there for so long now, they had their own routines and rituals, a peaceful life. Part of which included her weekly visit to the local church to light a candle for Jackson.

The church was one of her favorite parts of the village. It was small but beautiful, like so many other things in Italy. The local priest was always kind enough to say a few words to her before he left her in peace to grieve and contemplate in silence. She’d never been particularly religious before, but this brought her comfort. After her trip to the church, she’d go to the market before she walked home.

“Buongiorno, bella donna!” An old man she bought flowers from every week called out as she came into view of his stall.

“Buongiorno, signore!” Her smile was bright, happy as she walked over “Come stanno i fiori oggi?” She asked looking over the flowers he had laid out.

“Oggi abbiamo bellisime dalie. Il tuo italiano sta diventando motto buono.” He complimented with a wrinkled smile already preparing the dahlias he had just mentioned. It was their tradition. Every week she would ask about the flowers, and he would tell her what he thought was the most beautiful that week and prepare a bunch for her.

“Grazie.”

“Come sta il bambino?” He asked motioning to the rather large swell of her belly.

“Calcia come un giacatore di futbol.” She replied with a tired but happy smile looking down at her belly with playful exasperation. She swore that the little one was trying to kill her from the inside out sometimes or at least enjoyed using her organs as a punching bag. “Sono pronto per la sua nascita.”

“Quanto tempo fino alla nascita, Alicia?” He asked handing her the bunch of dahlias.

“Sei settimane.”

“Cosí presto!” He cheered as she paid for the flowers. “Non veds l’ora di incontrare il piccolo. Io e mia moglie ci piacerebbe averti a cena quando nasce il piccolo.”

“Grazie. Mi piacerebbe molto. Ciao, signore!”

“Ciao, bella donna!”

She continued through the market stopping at stalls and bopping into the bakery to pick up some fresh bread all the while oblivious to the dark gaze that followed her movements. He watched as she laughed with vendors and smiled at the Italian boys that paid her compliments. His blood boiling. That was his wife, and she was pregnant with his child, and yet she was here with Mark. He was getting to play the father to Namjoon’s child.

He’d been searching for her for months. Her disappearance had wreaked havoc on the manor, had wreaked havoc on him, but here she was perfectly alive and well and happy, and with another man no less. The entire organization had gone through an in depth cleansing, and GOT7 had been dealt with for good, all in preparation to bring her home. There was only one more pest to take care of.

Namjoon had never once doubted that he would find her. There was nowhere in the world she could hide from him, though he was impressed by how long she had managed to hide from him. It had been eight months since he had last seen her, eight torturous months, but that would all be over soon.

It took every ounce of his self-control not to take her right then and there, but there were too many people there now for her to take her now. She would be in his arms soon enough though, and then she would never leave him again. To say he was shocked when he’d received news of her with a picture of her swollen belly would have been an understatement. He hadn’t even known she was pregnant at the time of her escape, but both she and their child would be home soon. From the look of her, it wouldn’t be long until they welcomed their little one into the world. Namjoon had immediately started preparations for both her and the baby as soon as he’d found her. Everything would be perfect for her and their child. All that was left to do was to bring her home. Her pest was already on his way back to Korea to suffer a slow and torturous death by Namjoon’s own hand.

Namjoon followed her home carefully following her in watching from the shadows as she clipped the stems of the flowers and arranged them in a vase in her kitchen humming softly as she did.

“Hey, Tono.” She cooed as a cat jumped up on the counter next to her. She smiled down at the creature gently rubbing it behind the ears. “How did you get in here? You don’t live here, silly kitty.”

She didn’t seem bothered though by the cat’s presence even if it wasn’t hers. She continued about her business arranging the flowers in their vase occasionally cooing at the creature in a mixture of Italian and English. Eventually moving into singing silly Italian children’s songs to the cat as it basked in the sunshine on her kitchen counter.

The cat knew something she didn’t though his hair standing on end and hissing before jumping out of the open kitchen window much to her confusion.

“Tono?” She asked moving over to the window to see where the cat went.

“Hello, jagi.” He cooed coming up behind her wrapping his arms around her waist so that his hands rested against her belly as he breathed her scent in. “Did you miss me?”

She gasped dropped the vase to the floor as she spun around to face the man who still haunted her nightmares. “Namjoon.” She whimpered backing up until she was pressed back against the counter. “Don’t come any closer!” She yelped grabbing a knife and brandishing it in his direction. “Where’s Mark?”

“Put the knife down, jagi.” He sighed approaching her slowly. “You’re already in enough trouble don’t you think?”

“Get away from me.” She whimpered keeping the knife pointed in his direction her eyes flashing wildly as she looked for an escape. “What did you do to Mark?”

“It’s time to go home, jagi.” He cooed growing increasingly annoyed by her asking after the other man.

“I’m not going back there.” She hissed inching her way towards the door.

“You don’t have much choice, jagiya.” He chuckled darting forward and grabbing her wrist, He pulled her closing putting pressure on her wrist to an almost painful amount until she released the knife with a clatter. He wrapped her in his arms again pulling her into his chest tightly though keeping her belly in mind, not wanting to hurt her or the baby.

“Stop fighting me.” He hissed holding her still even as she struggled against him. “It isn’t good for the baby.”

“You son of a bitch.” She hissed continuing her struggles.

“That’s no way to talk to your husband, jagi, especially not after the trouble you’ve caused.” He growled tamping down his annoyance at her continued defiance. Didn’t she know that there was no escape for her now? “Think of the baby, jagi.”

It was those words that ceased her struggles as she hung in his arms. She couldn’t risk hurting the baby even if it meant she had to go with Namjoon.

“That’s my good girl.” He cooed moving his hands to rest against her belly again. “It wasn’t very nice of you to hide our baby from me, but it will all better once we’re home.” He assured her

She shuddered but didn’t fight anymore as the baby stirred uncomfortably responding to her distress. “Wait!” She yelped pulling against his hold again as he began to drag her out of the house. “Please wait!”

His gaze was annoyed as he looked back at her. “I have waited. Seven months is a long time, jagi.” He spat tugging her forward again.

“Please, I just need to grab something. Please, it’s for the baby.” He quirked a brow at her curiously as she looked up at him with desperate, frightened eyes. “Please.” She begged again eyes watering as she pulled against his hold.

“If you’re lying to me, jagi…” He warned but released her wrist and following her closely as she moved through the little house to the bedroom where a crib was situated by the window. The village had made that for them when she’d first started to show. Placed carefully over the edge of the crib was a blanket hand knitted with love for the baby.

She picked up the blanket folding it against her chest tightly almost like a shield. “I made it for the baby.” She breathed out with a shuddering under his harsh gaze.

He nodded lips set in a grim line before placing a firm hand against her back and leading her out of the house, shuffling her into the car that was waiting outside her home. They drove through the village to what she assumed was an airport waiting to take her back to her gilded cage, back to their game, and it was time to decide what to do, now that the chips were down.

to be continued...

Italian translation: May not be entirely accurate. My Spanish is much better than my French (which is dismal), and my Italian is practically non-existent much to the shame of my godfather.

good morning, beautiful lady.

good morning sir. How are the flowers today?

we have beautiful dahlias today. Your Italian is becoming very good.

thank you.

how is the baby?

he kicks like a futbol player. I’m ready for him to be born.

how long till the birth?

six weeks

so soon! My wife and I would love to have you for dinner after the birth. I can’t wait to meet the little one.

thank you. I would love to. goodbye sir.

goodbye, beautiful lady.

#bts #bts fic #yandere bts #bts rm #bts namjoon #namjoon #namjoon x reader #mafia namjoon #yandere namjoon #yandere #soft yandere #rm x reader #rm #mafia #mafia au #dark romance #fanfic #a dangerous game

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morepeachyogurt · 4 years ago

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we are good people (and we've suffered enough)

word count- 2.5k Pairing- Temily

Summary- After Scratch, Tara and Emily run away to Italy to start a new life, ft. cats, cafes, and gardening. Based on this post, and this prompt.

Part 2 of my, maybe we’re from the same star, series, work is a standalone, part 1

read here on ao3

tw’s- very minor mentions of substances and ptsd

Things were never the same after Mr. Scratch. The two of them were filled with more trauma than they had room for in their hearts to still hold each other in. Nights were no longer filled with a movie and cuddling, or talking about philosophy but tense sentences, paranoia, and nightmares. Tara knew that something needed to change, anything to stop the monotony of desolation. But still, they went to work every day and drowned their sorrows in killers like that would bring back the part of her that died when Scratch took Emily. There are only so many times one can be held captive and wait for death before something inside them breaks.

One night they get wine drunk, Emily laying sidewise on their black couch, and Tara sitting on the table staring at the ceiling.

“I miss being young, god, that’s such a weird thing to say. I mean, I spent my youth hating it. Hated my mother, and all of our traveling, never could make friends. I hated that I never belonged, hated not being in control of my own life, and here I am 50 years old working for the government that I used to despise trying not to cry myself to sleep every night,” her voice takes on a bitter tone.

“We love in our old age the things we hated as children. Does that make us matured or foolish?”

“Both, I think.”

“What was your favorite place to live? I mean it sounds like hell to keep moving between places but there must have been someplace you loved, right,” Tara’s voice fills with a tang of desperation as she searches for a way to help her lover.

“Rome. The weather and the scenery,” her voice takes on a dreamy tone, “and the food! Man, the food is good, don’t tell Rossi but his carbonara tastes like Olive Garden compared to the real thing,” they both chuckled at that, knowing it would have sent Rossi in a fit if he were to hear that.

“That sounds really nice honey.”

“I miss it sometimes you know? I think about how gorgeous everything was. It feels like home in my distant memories.”

“Then let’s do it. Lets, go move to Rome. You aren’t happy here Emily, I know you say you are, but you do this job for our team, not the position now. I miss when you laughed,” both of them sobered up by now, knowing that it has taken a turn for the more serious.

“No, no we can’t. I, I can’t keep leaving this team and our friends. And, people need us. You love this job Tara I can’t take that away from you, not for me.”

“They’d understand Emily, they all love you so much. Yeah, I love this job, I won’t lie. But, I love you more, and I’m not happy if you aren’t. So let’s do it. Let’s fucking run away to Rome together and be happy .” The two sit in silence for a minute, the unanswered question still hanging in the air.

“Okay. Let’s do it. Maybe I’ll fulfill my long-lost dream to have a nice, big garden.”

The team took it surprisingly well, they’d all noticed a change in Emily in the months following Scratch and knew that Tara had Emily’s best interest at heart. Of course, they were sad to lose two of the best members of their team, but Emily was family, and family looks out for each other.

“I’m going to miss you my favorite dynamic duo and your guys’ jokes. Ugh, it’s going to be so quiet without you two lovely ladies,” her eyes are welling with unshed tears as she says goodbye to more of her family, “Send me things from Rome or I will install a virus in your phones,” they both laughed at Penelope’s antics and promised her that they’d send as much stuff as they could. The last two weeks of their stay in the United States were filled with mixed emotions. They were excited to start the next chapter of their lives together. Away from all the serial killers and monstrous people out there. They could finally live with a fraction of the naivety that most people carry. On the other hand, Tara only speaks minimal Italian, and now they’re going to be living in a brand-new country, surrounded by strangers. A fresh start, but one filled with anxiety.

“Okay 4:30 is way too early for a flight,” Emily grumbled as they made their way to the airport. The pair had woken up at three, knowing that Tara can’t sleep on planes they tried to go to bed early and were now making their way to the airport in the dead of morning.

“Wait, babe, look! It’s a full moon,” they pulled over just for a moment and got out of the car to sit on the hood. The silence between the two is peaceful, the wind was the only whisper in the air. Moonlight shone on Tara’s face and Emily knew that there was no sight in the world as beautiful as this. With the moon reflected in her eyes and a small simple ghosting on her lips. She’s home.

Security was a breeze, they are former FBI agents after all, and they made their way to their gate. Airports always have a certain air to them, a place where time seizes to exist yet completely runs the place. Their gate was quiet, filled with the tired murmuring of people excited to travel.

“Tara, honey, wake up we’re boarding.”

It was odd for the two of them to be flying commercial after all those years on private jets. It was nice to feel normal though, to fade in the background instead of being other . Human desire is both to be noticed and forgotten all at once.

Italy’s airport is very similar to the DC airport, it would seem like they never left. Outside was a whole different story, bustling crowds and hot air hits them as soon as they step outside the building. They had picked out a quaint apartment building a week prior. Yellow walls with a terrace looking out to an alley. The couple's belongings had been shipped and were waiting to be unpacked. Not right then though. Now, it was time to explore.

Hand in hand they walked leisurely down the narrow alley way of the small Italian town they are now calling their home. Vines and every other type of plant that could grow did. Hanging off banisters, and climbing up orange brick walls. The sunlight was close to blinding, and it hit Emily just right. The golden rays hitting her face and illuminating the ghost of the smile now appearing on Emily’s face. That smile told Tara all she needed to know about their decision. Emily catches her staring, “What are you looking at,” humor evident in her voice.

“You, I’m looking at you miss Emily Prentiss. You’re smiling again,” her words come out softer than she intended, but they convey her point.

Happy couples seem to fill the streets, old and new, young and old. The town may be old, but it was filled with a life that they had been lacking. They pass a quaint little bakery. Bread, cupcakes, and assorted pastries fill the windows. There're bookshelves on all the walls filled to the brim with different books. The walls are light blue and there are flowers everywhere. It looks like something from the movies.

“Un Piccolo Angolo di Paradiso,” Emily reads the name of the building in front of them, they’ve since stopped to admire the view in front of them. It reminds the two of them how Emily asked Tara out. With a cupcake and book who had ‘I know there’s plenty of sugar in that cupcake but it’d be even sweeter if you went out with me. Let me take you to dinner Tara? ’ written on the inside.

“As much as I love hearing you speak Italian, what does that mean? Something heaven?”

“Little Slice of Heaven.” It’s truly a perfect name for the place.

“Okay, now we have to go in,” they’re both smiling now. They push open the glass doors, greeted by the high-pitched ringing of a bell and the smell of freshly baked bread.

The woman at the counter finishes the greeting, “Benvenuti nel piccolo angolo di paradiso, cosa posso offrirvi, adorabili signore?” they blush at the compliment and Emily orders them both cupcakes and coffee. Tara busies herself with admiring the books. Some of them have the most beautiful covers she’s seen. She knows not to judge a book by its cover but sometimes the most beautiful things are just as gorgeous on the inside as out. Just like Emily. She buys a book, and they take their drink and desserts to go. They make their way to a waterfront and sit down on the stairs, side by side.

“Rome is just as beautiful as I remembered. I missed it. It really does feel like home, although, anywhere I’m with you is home,” at the end of her sentence, she turns to face Tara, a look of pure love shown clearly on her face. And for that, Tara just has to kiss her.

The next day they unpack their boxes of belongings into their apartment to help rid the homesickness. Paintings go up on the walls and furniture is placed with the best view in mind. After a couple of hours they’re done, their apartment a bit more homey than before. They crack open a bottle of wine, put on an album, and sit out on the terrace. They watch the sun set over the water, the sounds of big band music filter in as the soundtrack for their night. The sky painted yellow, orange, and pink in the way only nature can create. If nature were an artist they’d be in every museum and sold to the wealthy. Instead, they are for the masses, the beauty of nature is for all to enjoy, free of cost, for those who wish to escape and fly into the night sky.

“You know what I’ve always wanted to do?” Tara leans forward on the balcony, not taking her eyes off the view in front of her, even as the colors begin to fade the sky darkens.

“No, tell me, what?”

“I always wanted to open my own bakery. I know it’s stupid, me a baker. But, I don’t know making things, it feels so uncomplicated. Just me and the dough.”

“In this alternate universe, I’d be a gardener. You and your dough and me and my flowers against the world Tara. Wait a second. I think you and I are onto something my dear,” Emily’s joined Tara at the balcony, the two of them leaning against the railing.

“Actually? You’re serious? You want to do this.?”

“Yeah! Why not? We’ve got enough money in the bank for us to last a bit, you can work at Un Piccolo Angolo di Paradiso,” the Italian rolls of her tongue in a way that drives Tara nuts, “I’ll find a gardening place to work at. We’re in fucking Italy let’s make our dreams come true.”

“Okay. Let’s do it.”

Alessia, the owner of the bakery, is pleased to have another employee. Especially one that is actually interested and isn’t in high school. Tara learns the basics of bread and pastry making. She has some skill, she used to bake with her mother before she died, it had been awhile since she had been able to bake without bumming herself out. Now it’s a nice memory of her. Gone but not forgotten, as is the saying. Emily comes in every lunch break for whatever Tara’s whipped up and to get her caffeine fix. One of the things that she still keeps from her law enforcement days.

They aren’t perfect. A move across the country isn’t going to cure PTSD, she has good days, bad days, and worse days, but now they have the time to deal with it. There was never anytime to process things at the FBI. It was always, distract yourself and throw yourself into solving cases. Now they can slow dance in the kitchen and stay up until three am telling stories from college. They fill their days with the happiness that was once stolen from them and bathe in it like perfume.

True to their word, they send Penelope all sorts of things, books from the café, pressed flowers, trinkets from the small shops to adorn her desk. In return, she sends them pictures of Sergio.

“I miss Sergio, his little paws, and his ability to climb on top of anything.”

Emily finds a job at a nearby garden that sells flower arrangements and herbs to local restaurants. It’s convenient, more than they would have thought. Emily now gets to stop into the bakery on occasion to deliver herbs and has plenty of flowers to give her lover. She also sends a few bouquets back to DC. Hoping that the flowers can brighten up the office in a way that fluorescent lights never can.

On one of their late afternoon walks, they hear a rustling by a trash can.

“What’s that noise?”

“I don’t know, let’s go look, it almost sounds like an animal. Could be a mouse,” Emily suggests, absently reaching to where her gun used to rest on her hip. They open the bag to find three small kittens. Seemly abandoned in a corner.

“Oh god, they’re so cute. We have to keep them.” It’s not a question, Tara knows that Emily is thinking the same thing, their minds connected in the way people who love each other’s minds always are. They look up the nearest veterinarian to make sure that their new pets are okay to take home and healthy.

The vet is sterile and a stark reminder of all the hospitals they’ve spent time in. Tara squeezes her girlfriend’s hand to remind her that they are both safe .

“They look fairly health, a bit malnourished but that is to be expected in these circumstances,” the vet is an elderly man with a mustache as thick as his accent,

“I’ve give them the shots they need, for now, come back in few months and let me take another look. Ciao.”

The kittens are fast asleep by the time they make it home. They gently scoop the kittens out of the bag and into their arms and the couch.

“Okay, what are we naming these angels?” Emily’s voice is pitched up as she talks to the kitten in her arms.

“Well, I’ve always been a classics enthusiast, what if we name them Artemis and Apollo?”

“That’s adorable. Little tiny archery kitties, yes, isn’t that right!” she coos, “And I think I’ll name this one Carter.”

“I love it, and you. Come on, sit with me, you look tired,” Tara grabs Emily’s hand and pulls her onto the couch. They fall over a bit and Emily yelps in surprise. They put the old music back on, a sense of peaceful needs for their new lives. The two sit on the couch, Emily’s head in her girlfriend’s lap, a hand playing with her hair. Apollo climbs on Emily’s feet and lays down to rest.

“I love you, Tara,” she doesn’t respond, just lays a gentle kiss to the back of her head.

The world is big and scary but the two of them feel safe in each other's arms.

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Chapter 10

"Did... did you... is he the flying boyfriend?" Kyla asked, eyes wide like a startled baby deer.

"Ummmm... " Your brow furrowed as you brought your phone back up to your face. You could've sworn you texted Vegeta but the proof was right there on your screen. You texted Goku.

"I guess I accidentally chose Goku instead of Veg... Veggie... why the fuck can't I say his name?"

Kyla started laughing, "Geets!"

"Are you okay?" Goku stared at you confused.

You cleared your throat and tried to stand up straight, "I'm just... fine." You burped.

"Drinks! Goku needs drinks! I've never seen him drunk," Kyla said, her words running together.

"I haven't either... drunk Goku," you said with a dreamy look in your eyes.

"I've drank stuff before." Goku argued.

"Yeah, but not aclo... alcloh... drinks!" You shouted and looped your arm around Goku's.

Kyla did the same as you both tried to pull him with you to order drinks.

"You seem sick. Should I take you home?" Goku watched you concerned.

"Not a chance. We're good and we want you to be good too," you said, using him to keep your balance.

"They have this thing... this like.. fruity thing. We had a lot and it's good. Drink that," Kyla said as they approached the bar.

"No! He needs a fishbowl!" You shouted at the bartender.

He fixed the drink and slid it down to Goku in a huge fish bowl. Goku sniffed it before he picked the whole thing up and started chugging it.

"What the fuck?" Kyla watched in horror as you ordered him another.

"Saiyans can handle way more than us," you said before she freaked out.

"Makes sense," she shrugged and watched him down the second.

"One more?" You said to the bartender.

"I'm not having his death on my conscience. I'm cutting him off," the guy said before walking away.

"Fuck... we need another... let's do a bar crawl!" Kyla said, excited by the idea.

Goku's mood seemed to lighten as the alcohol took effect. He followed the two of you down to the next bar and the one after. By the time you made it to the fourth one he was having some trouble standing himself.

"I fuck... I'm fuckin' horny," Kyla said as the three of you left the last bar. The chilly night air felt great on your heated skin.

"Me too," you said, clinging to Goku's arm for support.

"Me... too-three? Me three?" Goku burst out laughing and continued on down the busy downtown street.

Drunk Goku was adorable as he struggled to walk with the two of you hanging off of him.

"Where's fucking Yamcha?" Kyla sighed.

"Probably asleep... it's like- late, early?" You stumbled but Goku was able to keep you from falling.

"Can you do the thing with the fingers and the forehead?" You asked, drawing a blank on the words you needed to fast travel.

"The fingers and... is this some weird sex thing?" Kyla asked.

"You like when I use my fingers." Goku blurted out, his filter completely gone.

Kyla looked over at you then to him, "please do the finger thing!"

"Not that! Make us- um... put us somewhere else." You were having the hardest time thinking of the words, especially with Goku's fingers on your mind.

"Like on your knees?" Kyla asked with a Cheshire cat grin.

"She likes that too," Goku said, still trudging forward.

"I- can we not- "

"I can use my fingers if you need it," he offered unexpectedly.

"Fuck. I think I need it." Kyla said with a sigh.

You cupped Goku's face and pulled him down to eye level, "focus. No sex stuff, use your fingers- fuck, use your forehead thing and take us somewhere else."

"But I miss it," he pouted.

"Goku, focus! Fingers, forehead... the fucking... INSTANT TRANSMISSION!" You shouted in his face.

"Ju..just like that?" He pressed his fingers to his forehead and shouted just as you had.

"But where-"

Before Kyla could ask, Goku had grabbed you both and your surroundings changed instantly.

"Goku?" You glanced around to see Master Roshi's house.

"I took us somewhere else." He shrugged.

"New place." Kyla demanded as she saw Roshi glancing out the window.

The second time Kyla shouted with Goku before the three of you disappeared and materialized in front of Piccolo meditating on a cliff in the middle of nowhere.

"Oh, hello big green dude I wanna climb," Kyla said, winking at a very confused looking Piccolo.

"Goku? What are you doing here?" Piccolo looked completely confused.

"Fingers." He answered and pressed his fingers to his head again.

The next time your surroundings changed, it was familiar. Home.

"Okay, no more. I'm sick." You dropped down to the ground, needing to be still for a moment.

Goku sat down next to you and Kyla sat next to him.

"This Earth ball is spinning faster," Kyla said, leaning against Goku.

"I feel happy again," Goku said, draping an arm over each of you.

"Me too, dude. It feels good to not give a shit for a while," Kyla replied.

You remained quiet, focusing all of your energy on not getting sick.

"You okay?" Goku asked when he noticed you barely talking.

"Too much drinks." You felt like your stomach was inside out.

Goku rested his hand on your lower back and smoothed it up and down lightly.

"It's good to see you smile and laugh again," you said, glancing up at him.

"Hard not to when you're around." He smiled and kissed the side of your head.

It was so easy to fall back into old habits with him and that's what scared you. You laid back in the grass and let the coolness envelope you. Goku laid back beside you, his hand grabbed yours and laced your fingers with his.

"Shit, we laying down now?" She said as she fell back on the ground.

"Thanks for tonight... it was definitely needed," you said as your eyelids grew heavy.

"Yeah, it was," Kyla said in a sleepy voice.

Goku squeezed your hand and pulled you against him while Kyla scooted up close to rest under his arm.

"You've got to be kidding me." A loud, gruff voice shook you from your alcohol induced sleep.

You groaned as you opened your eyes slowly to see Vegeta standing over you. When you moved you realized you weren't alone. Your head was resting on Goku's chest and Kyla was tucked up against his other side.

"What the... " you groaned and slowly started to move. A hangover made you queasy when you sat up too fast.

"The fuck... " Kyla said, stirring on Goku's other side while he snored between the two of you.

You squinted as you looked up at the brightness of the sun blinding you.

"I feel like shit,” you muttered.

"Why are the three of you asleep on the lawn?" Vegeta asked, his voice too loud.

"Did we fuck?" Kyla asked, rubbing her eyes.

"I... no? Fuck, did we?" You glanced at Goku. He was still fully clothed but that didn't mean it couldn't have happened somewhere else.

"Goku?" You shook him.

He groaned and rolled over, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling against you. You glanced up at Vegeta who held a full scowl as he glared at you all.

"Goku, wake up." You shook him harder and he finally came to.

"Fingers... " he mumbled, further angering Vegeta.

"What the hell happened?" Vegeta shouted. The three of you recoiled, covering your ears.

"Fuck, Vegeta... too goddamn loud," Kyla said with a look of pure disdain towards her ex.

"One of you explain what the hell happened last night," Vegeta ordered, arms crossed while he waited.

Goku sat up groggy, rubbing his head, "drinks and fingering?"

"Goku, you're not helping." Kyla said.

"We had a few drinks then Goku did his fin- instant thing and brought us here. We must have passed out,” you explained, hoping to quell some of his anger.

"And why did you go out with the two of them?" He scowled.

"I didn't. I ran into Kyla at a café yesterday, we got drunk, and I texted- "

"I texted Goku to come get us," Kyla interrupted, saving you from more questions.

"But-" Goku opened his mouth.

"And then we roped him into drinking too." Kyla nudged him.

"I didn't plan any of this if that's what you're thinking." You stared up at him.

"You just happened to run into them out in public? Don't be ridiculous," Vegeta snapped.

"It's what happened. I'm not going to fight with you right now," you said, burying your face in your hands.

"Hey, big guy, think you can fly me home? I think they need some privacy." Kyla asked Goku.

Goku leaned over to you, "you want me to go?"

"Yeah, it's fine. Take her home," you said with a slight smile.

Your heart shattered all over again when his sad face returned. The temporary relief you felt from the previous night was gone and you felt worse than before.

Goku and Kyla stood and took off immediately, leaving you sitting on the ground staring up at Vegeta.

"Are you going to stay out here all day?" He asked.

"Are you going to bitch at me all day?" You looked at him and wished you could take back the conversation from the day before. Then you wouldn't know you were his second choice.

"No, I'm using the gravity chamber," he said in a cold voice to match his scowl.

"So you're leaving again?" You pushed yourself up off the ground.

"Should I stay so we can argue some more?" He snapped.

"No, stay so we can figure this out, you stubborn ass," you spat back. Your anxiety was skyrocketing along with your nausea and all you wanted was for him to hold you and say the two of you would figure it out.

"How do you suggest we do that, woman?"

"By talking like a normal couple instead of yelling and being hurtful." Everything from the night before was boiling to the surface.

"What else is there to discuss? You want the fool and you're pissed off because I didn't initially choose you."

"If I wanted Goku then I'd fucking be with him. You saw how much he still cares for me, unlike you." It was starting to spiral out of control again.

"The second you heard something you didn't like, you went straight to him!" He shouted.

"I didn't go to him, I went to a fucking restaurant to drink by myself," you yelled back.

"It doesn't matter, you still ended up with him. Have you seen me trying to spend time with Kyla?"

"No, but this is different, I-"

"It's far from different. She was my mate!"

"So what the fuck does that make me?" You felt the tears threaten but you held them back.

When he didn't immediately answer, your heart sank. You knew your relationship with him was still too new to be considered mates despite what happened at Bulma's party. But not having anything to call you somehow hurt more than finding out he wasn't the one to end his relationship with Kyla.

"So, I'm nothing... "

"That's not what I said." He reached for you but you recoiled.

"You didn't say anything,” you shot back and turned to head inside.

"Damn it, woman, stop walking away." He grabbed your arm and pulled you back towards him.

"Tell me this is going to get better, tell me what I mean to you." You stared up at him with pleading eyes.

"You know that's not- I don't talk about feelings," he said, clearly trying to stay calm.

"Well, I kinda need you to because I don't where I stand with you right now and that's really hard." Your voice cracked and the dam finally broke sending tears streaming down your cheeks.

In another uncharacteristic move, Vegeta pulled you into a light hug, his hands remaining fixed on your hips.

"I just- I can't do this alone, Vegeta." You sobbed into his chest.

"This isn't something I know." He seemed to soften.

"I know you're not the type to open up but sometimes, like now, I need you to," you pleaded with him, crying into his shoulder.

"What do you need me to say, exactly?" He kept his softness but you knew there was only a short window of opportunity.

"I need you to say how you really feel about us and our relationship."

"I want to be with you, is that not enough?" He was still struggling.

"It is, but I just- I need to know I'm important to you, that you actually care about me." You clung to him, trying to hold on a little longer.

"Woman, I wouldn't be standing here if I didn't care about you," he said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

You pulled back and ran your hands up his chest and neck to barely cup his cheeks. A move you knew he wasn't used to.

"I'm sorry I walked out."

"Next time stay." He felt so tense beneath your fingertips.

"Will you stay with me today?" You asked, hanging on his next words as if they meant everything.

"Yes, I'll stay today," he relented.

You were so overcome with happiness that you jumped into his arms.

He caught you and let out a soft sigh as his arms squeezed you against his body.

"Thank you." You nuzzled against his cheek and kissed him.

"You humans and your affection," he said with a hint of a smirk on his lips.

You went inside and he immediately grabbed you, backing you towards the wall.

"Since you talked me out of training I have to find other ways to get a workout."

"I'm more than happy to help you burn some calories." You grabbed his armor and pulled him flush against you.

"Good, I plan on getting a full workout in." He captured your lips with his.

He was a little softer than usual and you hoped it would last for a while.

His hands slid down your sides and grabbed the hem of your shirt, lifting it over your head.

"I missed you," you murmured while he kissed down your chest.

"You should've come inside last night,” he chided as he kissed his way down to your breasts.

"Would you have let me?"

"Of course. I would've claimed you while your friends slept on the lawn."

The thought of rough make up sex with Vegeta sounded so good you wished you would've gone inside the night before.

"You can claim me now."

He let out a soft growl, "I won't be gentle."

"I'm okay with that." You wanted him to be rough, you felt like you needed it.

"It'll be worse than the day in the gravity chamber," he warned. Your panties were soaked in an instant. More intense than the day in the gravity chamber was going to leave you completely exhausted.

"Wear me out,” you said with a slight grin.

Vegeta ripped the rest of your clothing off with ease, effectively making you even wetter at the fact.

He knelt down, put each leg over his shoulders, and stood back up with ease.

With your back pressed against the wall and his head between your thighs, you grabbed his hair and hung on as much as you could as he devoured your pussy.

He pressed his face against your cunt as his tongue swirled around your clit. Vegeta definitely knew what he was doing when it came to eating you out as he left you breathless within seconds.

"Fuck..." you tightened your grip on his hair.

He was focused fully on you and it felt like his way of telling you how he felt without actually saying it.

"Vegeta... " you panted and your thighs began to tremble.

He didn't slow down or stop, your whimpers only drove him further. His hands dug into your thighs almost painfully until you finally came, screaming for him.

He lapped at your pussy, licking up as much of your cum as he could before lowering you to the floor. It took a moment to regain your equilibrium as you came down from your intense orgasm.

"Fuck, Vegeta," you panted.

"Don't thank me yet, I'm not done with you." He grabbed you and pulled you with him upstairs.

You could do nothing but follow as your legs still felt wobbly. He entered the bedroom and shoved you down on the bed before he climbed up your body in a predatory manner.

To your surprise, he hooked his arms around your thighs and went right back to eating you out again, even more intensely than before.

"Vegeta!" You shouted, clutching the sheets beneath you.

"Scream for me, woman." He growled against your cunt.

You bucked your hips and tried to squeeze your thighs together but he forced them back open. He was determined to drive you insane with each swipe of his tongue and you were more than happy to take the torture.

"Ve... Veg," you panted, unable to form full words with him licking and sucking at your clit.

"Scream for me," he repeated a little louder.

He shoved two fingers into your soaked cunt, making you scream.

"Vegeta! Fuck, don't stop!" You clutched the sheets beneath you as you came, moaning loudly for anyone near the house to hear.

He settled on top of you and didn't waste a second shoving his pants down and slamming his cock into you. You were still recovering from the previous orgasm when his cock hit deep within your cunt despite your clenching.

He stilled and it felt like all of the tension in his body faded as he looked down at you, chin still glistening from going down on you.

Vegeta thrust into you hard, his cock slamming into you and making you gasp with each harsh thrust. He was rougher with you, determined to claim you or break you, whichever came first and you were honestly good with either.

He leaned down, grunting in your ear as he kissed and nipped at your neck. You winced when his fangs sunk into your skin but an overwhelming sense of excitement filled you immediately following the bite. His tongue lapped over the two small puncture wounds and when he lifted, you pulled him right back down into a heated kiss.

You could taste the metallic tinge of your blood on his tongue as he kissed you and continued to fuck you. He was relentless with his pace and didn't slow down for a second.

"You bit me there?" You asked between heated kisses.

"Yeah, problem?" He grunted, fucking you just as hard.

"I... just... isn't that... symbolic for saiyans?" It was a struggle to speak with him fucking you harder than ever before.

"Yes,” he answered, but gave nothing more.

You opened your mouth to say something but he shoved his fingers into your mouth before you could. He continued to fuck you roughly as his hands dug into the softness of your thighs.

"Come," Vegeta commanded once you were showing signs of fatigue. He was trying to fuck you to sleep and you couldn't help but wonder if it was because he didn't want you asking more questions or because he wanted you to rest. You zoned out just enough to remember how great it felt to be around Goku and surprisingly, Kyla, the night before. The heaviness you had felt since choosing Vegeta had lifted.

He snapped his hips against you as a reminder which was enough to push you over the edge. You clung to him as he continued to drive into you, your orgasm rolling through your body as you cried out for him.

He kept up the pace through your release until he finally let go, coming deep within you. By the time he pulled out and rested on the bed next to you, the room went dark and you drifted off to sleep.

Your eyes slowly opened sometime later. You had no idea how long you were out, only that the sun was setting and you were alone. You crawled out of bed and wrapped yourself in a blanket as you walked down the hallway towards the living room expecting to see Vegeta there, but he wasn't.

It dawned on you that this may be your norm, waking up alone and without the comfort or warm embrace you needed. Kyla's words echoed through your mind as you stood in the emptiness of your home.

As the silence ate away at you, tears began to form. Vegeta said he wouldn't train but he left anyway. You knew that was what he went to do. He rarely left for any other reason.

Like a switch flipping inside of you, your sadness turned to anger. If he was going to leave all the time, you weren't going to sit around and wait for him.

You marched to your bedroom and grabbed your phone from the bedside table. Swiping through your contacts, you came to the name you were looking for. Kyla.

"I know last night was probably a one time thing but do you want to go get a few drinks with me?" You sent the message and waited.

#vegeta x reader #goku x reader #sweat fic #supremeleadershitlord #lynn

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bastardsunlight · 3 years ago

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“You know me better than anyone. You always have.” The Prince’s admission is frank, as is his manner, but it is not without its difficulties. Communication has always been difficult for this one when command of the subject was out of his grasp. Vegeta’s relationship to honest, meaningful dialogue is best described as that of a rueful cat and water, a thrashing, disconcerting sight. But an attempt to cleanse is an attempt to cleanse, and he finds that in the full roar of the sky and the washed earth below is as good a time as any.

“Perhaps that is why I felt challenged by your presence, even where there was no reason to compete.“ At every step, Piccolo had reached into him and pulled at something fundamental, in the process jarring his pride, the supposed sum of him. To say that it struck him and all things resembling equilibrium would be putting it lightly.

“You have never lied to me, Piccolo.” Not once had the Namekian ever spared his feelings in matters of his behavior, delivering cruel truth after cruel truth to his door, forcing him to look when all he wished to do was look away. Forced him to confront each and every idea he had of strength, victory, fulfillment. The means, the end, and what he wanted, if it was what he wanted at all.

And in that, you have inspired me to do better.

“Thank you.” It is Vegeta who initiates the kiss this time, either a kindness or a warning in the slow, deliberate tangle of his fingers in Piccolo’s gi. Giving him space to pull away if it was not the time, or to meet him as he had before. That was up to him.

He knows the gravity of the situation the moment his name and not planet of (his father’s) origin comes out of the prince’s mouth. All pride has been put aside and in these moments, Vegeta is the most beautiful being Piccolo has ever seen. Vulnerability like this takes great strength and it is only over time that the prideful saiyan royal has learned this lesson and its impact upon him. He does not tread these waters lightly, however. It is only with purpose that he speaks this way and Piccolo is, as ever, all ears.

Instead of a retreat after delivering his thanks—it would be something he might do and Piccolo could not have blamed him—Vegeta moves forward and closes the gap between them. If he is stunned, the namekian Earthling doesn’t show it. He has the good grace to mask what little surprise he might be feeling by leaning back into it, massive arms wrapping around the prince’s compact body and pulling him close.

The time for words is over. As ever, they are men of action.

Expressing love without saying I love you

#two tsuns one bed #response #itmeansgodnowbow #sxvethelastdance #yet another of our goofy ass what if ships that turned into a goddamn ocean liner

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veggieteensofficial · 4 years ago

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MEET THE DOPPELGANGERS

Bumblyburg Prep is a private academy located in the heart of Bumblyburg. With flexible course scheduling, low teacher-to-student ratios, and a wide variety of electives and extracurriculars to choose from, it’s sure to provide it’s students with the academic enrichment they need to succeed in university and onward. It just so happens to be home to 8 colorful students in particular that appear eerily similar to the main 7.

The idea is that they vaguely remind you of somebody you already know, whether it’s in looks or personality (or both) rather than being re-colors of the main 7 Gabriel “Gabe” West ((Larry’s doppelganger)) (pickle, 15, he/him) The unofficial ringleader. Calm and collected. One might say he’s…….cool as a cucumber 😎 It’s funny bc he’s a pickle. Secretly obsessed with James Taylor’s music and really likes the oldies in general. Probably owns a record player. Favorite course is probably a psychology elective. Probably flirts with Albert too much entirely by accident. Plays french horn/mellophone in the school band. Is trans and bi! Francesca Babcock ((Bob’s doppelganger)) (peach, 15, she/her) Gabe’s newly appointed right-hand girl. New in town, a little shy. Has anxiety and deals with her feelings by journaling. Has a penchant for collecting fancy pens and markers specifically for journaling. Is not too fond of being a “wealthy socialite” and wishes to be an average kid. Forms a close bond with Gabe after meeting him in homeroom. Joins the school band and plays percussion. Albert White ((Archie’s doppelganger)) (asparagus, 16, he/him) A bit more energetic than you might expect? But not too crazy. Really into computer programming, speaks a handful of languages including Korean. Translates for Soo who’s still learning English. His family is hosting her. Plays tenor sax in the school band and likes to Get Funky With It. All honors classes with this dork. Was adopted by a white asparagus couple as a toddler. Big gay. Princeton Connover ((Lovey’s doppelganger #1)) (asparagus, 16, he/him) A sweet cinnamon roll of a boy. Likes coffee way too much and has a big fat crush on Albert. Probably has a single honor’s class with Albert. Aggressively hate-watches Glee and has mad respect for a sitcom that manages to do literally everything wrong all the time, go big or go home. Puts stickers on everything. Priscilla’s twin! Plays flute in the school band. Also in choir. Big gay. Priscilla Connover ((Lovey’s doppelganger #2)) (asparagus, 16, she/her) Super bubbly. Favorite passtime is probably watching cartoons aimed at preschoolers. Probably trusts way too easily and gets her heart broken by people who use her. Loves pep rallies. Shares Princeton’s passions for coffee and stickers. Princeton’s twin! Definitely autistic. Has an IEP. Hates being infantilized bc of her disability and love of “childish” things. Plays clarinet in the school band. Yangpa Soo-Yun ((Kimi’s doppelganger)) (scallion, 15, she/her) A mild mannered South Korean exchange student who is still learning English. Forms a bond with Albert whose family is hosting her during her exchange program. Most likely has a soft spot for poetry. Voted Most Likely To Own A Hoodie With Cat Ears On It. Invites the gang to indulge in authentic Korean cuisine with her often. Joins the school band and plays piccolo. Kennedy Nelson ((Laura’s doppelganger)) (carrot, 15, ✨they/them✨) ✨They’re✨ really into Shakespeare. Probably really into Greek and Roman mythology too. A really good artist and everybody wants ✨them✨ for group projects if drawing is involved. Has strong opinions on everything. Plays trombone in the school band. ✨Is nonbinary!✨ Phineas “Penny” Potts ((Percy’s doppelganger)) (pea, 15, he/him) Nicknamed Penny because he always carries a penny for good luck. Very studious and takes his school work seriously. Is always mistaken for either a teacher or a preacher. Plays percussion in the school band. NOTES: ** ”West” - the english translation for “poniente,” a cucumber cultivar that originated in Europe ** White - Albert himself is not a white asparagus but his parents are ** Babcock - a peach cultivar ** Connover - From Connovers Colossal, an asparagus cultivar, tho princeton and priscilla aren’t actually of that cultivar. Pronounced like “connifer” but with more “v” ** Yangpa - Korean for “onion”. I did some light research and tried to structure her name correctly I’m sorry if it’s wrong ** Nelson - a carrot cultivar ** Potts - a plant pun ✨All designs and descriptions by Mod Spec!✨

#veggietales #veggietales oc #veggieteens #veggie teens #veggie tales

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thedancefloorsilly · 3 years ago

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Heyo! I don't really know how to start this but I saw your event and I was intrigued. Also congrats on 300! I guess I'll order (I don't know how else to put it) a romantic feitan headcannon?

I'm 5'5" and I was gifted with fitting traditional beauty standards, yay misogyny. My hair is dyed black and reaches the base of my neck and is very layered, I also wear silver wire glasses because my eyes have failed me. Not to brag but I think I have a good sense of style that varies through different aesthetics, but my favorite go to outfit is a tennis skirt with a button up tucked in with a graphic-tee over it, nothing too fancy. I have two tattoos, one is a memorial tattoo for my father (rip my dad), it is on my left shoulder blade, it is a sun going over a horizon with some neat trees and a river. My other tattoo are two snakes that wrap around my right arm and each other starting at about 3 inches above my wrist to about 4 inches above my elbow. One the snakes have a Galaxy pattern while the other is a normal snake, it is supposed to represent my sun sign, aquarius!

Now into personality stuff, I am really big into astrology, so I am an aquarius sun, cancer moon, and a Gemini rising- and my Venus is Pisces. My MBTI is an INTP-T, I just figured that out last night. I am afab and my pronouns are she/they, I would consider myself queer. Now for hobbies, in my spare time I write, and do classical ballet or if I'm feeling extra creative I'll pick up my flute or piccolo. In school I study sociology with an emphasis on criminology and public policy. My first language is English, I speak a little french and Italian, but I am currently studying farsi. Mental health wise, it has been a journey- I was diagnosed with Manic-Depression and ADHD so life happens in spurts. I also still am recovering from an eating disorder, but because I have gone through these things I make a point to talk about it so other people suffering with similar things know they aren't alone. Also I'm a cat person to lighten the mood. My first job was at a cat cafe but I sinced moved on to be an unpaid intern, yay capitalism.

Hi!! Oh thats cool welcome to my blog then 🥳 and tysm!! ty for joining + I hope you like these :))

Event: Closed

- He found it interesting to know that you're able to speak different languages, because so can Feitan!! Since your first language is English, you don’t often speak things in other languages, but Feitan still likes to listen to you talk in them. As for him, he will always speak things in his mother tongue just to show you!

- Since it might be little hard for him to put together the things he wants to say, and the fact that he likes to keep to himself (especially when it comes to his feelings) it might take a little longer for Feitan to express his feelings for you verbally (for example, saying things like ‘I love you’). With that being said, he will take this as an opportunity for him to say those sweet things he’s always wanted to say, but in his mother tongue, figuring that you might not know what he’s saying.

- Sometimes, if you and him are just randomly spending time together, he will suddenly call out your name and then start speaking in his own language. Though you mightt be confused since Feitan NEVER translates what he was saying after, in reality, he just said a whole bunch of nice things about you!!

- Another thing Feitan likes to do is seeing you dance! When you mentioned it to him that you do classical ballet, this definitely intrigued Feitan, and was then asking you if you could show him! If you agreed to do so, the whole time, Feitan just couldn’t take his eyes off of you! He always finds your movements so graceful and satisfying to watch, and his eyes will just follow you the whole time as you dance. Once you’re done, Feitan will give you a very small round of applause, showing that he was definitely impressed!!

- Though he wouldn’t say he’s the best at helping people with what they are feeling, Feitan will try his best to support you along the way. You, of course, are his lover, and with that Feitan will try to help you out when you’re in those depressive moments.

- You’re a cat person and Feitan is.. like a cat? But anyways, Feitan couldn’t really imagine himself taking care of a pet, mainly because the idea of it has never crossed his mind. That is until one day, you actually convinced him to go to a cat cafe together! At first, Feitan wasn’t really up to it, but once he actually got there, he instantly took back those previous thoughts. Surprisingly, he was actually getting along great with the cats (maybe because his personality resembles them so much)??

- After that, this certain experience definitely prompted him to do something... One day when you were coming home, you weren’t expecting to see a black cat resting near Feitan’s lap while he was petting it gently on the couch. Though it was surely a surprise to see this cold-blooded thief suddenly being affectionate towards the pet, it was such a cute sight to see nonetheless.

#last one woop!#since you were the last one to request #I guess u can say we were saving the best for last ;D #working at a cat cafe sounds so cool omg #300 followers event

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siarven · 4 years ago

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About Me Tag

Thanks for tagging me @kittensartswriting <333 :D I hope your job applications go well in these daunting times :’)

Name/Nickname: Jana

Gender: dragon genderqueer of some kind, she/they. quarantimes stole my gender :T

Star sign: taurus

Height: 172 cm

Time: 1:38PM now 9:00PM :’)

Birthday: 13 May

Favorite band/group: I have too many so these are just some of them. The Amazing Devil, The Mechanisms, Florence + the machine, twenty one pilots, Wardruna, Linkin Park, Fall Out Boy, Brothers of Metal

Favorite solo artist: Avi Kaplan, Sleeping at Last, Hozier, AURORA, Marko Hietala, Billie Eilish

Song stuck in your head: the totoro theme but the cute version the cockatiel sings XDDDD

Last movie: Soul <33333 ;W; I suspect it will be my fave film of this year

Last show: Wandavision

When did I create this blog: .... at the end of 2015

What do I post about? Mainly writing related things, inspo stuff, sometimes art if I remember to upload it :0

Other blogs: @siarvenart (art blog), @lirhin (memes/cats/book fandom blog), @moth-song-archives (TMA/podcast side blog)

Do I get asks: sometimes

Why I chose my url: siarven is my online handle in general :)

Average hours of sleep: ...... good question. ~7?

Lucky number: 13 mainly out of spite

Instrument: flute and piccolo in a wind band, also kinda singing but I was only in a choir for 2 years so now it’s just for me xD

What am I wearing: some tshirt, some sweater, some sweatpants :P

Dream job: concept artist / writer

Dream trip: visiting my Australian friend, also going properly hiking in Finland with Karkki (not just 2 days like last time :D), visiting my friends in southern Germany/writers’ meeting!!!, visiting my friends in the US and Brazil, .... generally having fun with friends in nature with a camera and binoculars, doesn’t really matter where :D

Favorite food: I like too many foods but salmon spinach lasagna like my mom makes it is possibly my favourite,,, yes i know it’s kinda basic given how many other incredible foods there are but. >:C ... tbh also half the dishes in my fave japanese restaurant AND okonomiyaki like my friend makes :D

Nationality: German

Favorite song: I can’t pick one and I’m not sorry: Change on the Rise by Avi Kaplan, Who are you, really? by Mikky Ekko, Child of Wonder, Eric Whitacre, Natural by Imagine Dragons, Sonera by Two Steps From Hell, It’s Alright by Mother Mother, creature by half-alive, A Stutter by Ólafur Arnalds & Arnór Dan, God’s Whisper by Raury, The Horror and the Wild, Farewell Wanderlust, Welly Boots, Battle Cries by the Amazing Devil, Fear not this night from the Guild Wars 2 OST, I hope your world is kind by AURI, Queendom by AURORA, Glitter & Gold by Barns Courtney, Church by Fall out Boy, Walk on Water by Thirty Seconds to Mars-- I will stop here XD

Last book I read: Blackbirds by @andtheotherwriter <333 I am deeply sorry that I’m not quite done yet (it’s def not bc of the story) but i had a case of reading-block and didn’t read anything for almost a month BUT I got back into it yesterday and shall finish binging it this week so I can scream properly :3 Or, audiobook book 1 (book of 3) of the prydain chronicles bc @ettawritesnstudies made me XD I really enjoy the series so far :DDD thanks :D

Top three fictional worlds: Roshar (Brandon Sanderson, Stormlight Archive), but honestly just the cosmere in general? I love his worldbuilding so much. Otherwise, Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind (manga, and yes I will just steal that :D even if i haven’t read it yet bc the film is already amazing and i cant wait to read the manga), Temerant (The Kingkiller Chronicle, Patrick Rothfuss)

I’m tagging @ardawyn @andtheotherwriter (as i’ve already tagged you anyways :P) @cosmicnuetral @face-first-into-flames @big-urchin-energy @astraeaillustrative if you want to <3

(etta i know you got tagged already by Karkki so idk say you got tagged by both of us or sth, or not XD)

#tag game #about me #look at me i did a tag game lsdkfjsdf

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sinful-imagines · 5 years ago

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hey hey could I maybe request some Bruno fluff? Whatever you want really, just fluffy Bruno x reader 😳❤️

aaah I’m sorry this is so short and awful!!

I mean all of my writing is short and awful but this one is especially short and awful

Sleep- Bruno

Bruno always woke up before you. You couldn’t remember a single time that you’d woken up before him, and you didn’t exactly mind. It usually resulted in him making you breakfast in bed, and even if it didn’t you were still happy to see his smile when he noticed that you were awake.

So when you woke up with Bruno attached to your chest, you were incredibly surprised. You could just barely see the time on the clock, but it read 5:54am. You didn’t know why you were up this early, but you internally thanked fate for letting this happen. Your eyes once again wandered down to the sleeping boy attached to you and you felt your heart melt. He looked so peaceful and happy, and he seemed to be mumbling something in his sleep. You moved your head closer to his mouth to try and hear what he was saying and...

It was your name. It took a lot of willpower to not to squeal at that, but you had to control yourself or he was going to wake up. You felt him shift under you and tensed up. “No..go back to bed amo..please..” you whispered, and it seemed to work for now at least. He was nuzzling up against your chest like a cat, and it was the cutest goddamn thing you’d ever seen. You really needed to wake up early more often. You felt a bit bad for Bruno giving you all of this affection and giving him none in return, so you lifted your hand and started to play with his hair. That caused him to let out a contented noise and shift a little bit. That made you stop, worried that he would wake up. By this point he was whispering all sorts of things, a majority of them being cute nicknames he had for you. You began to wonder what he was dreaming about that caused him to say all of these things.

Unfortunately, all good things come to an end and be started to let go of you and sit up. He yawned and stretched his arms out before sighing in content.

“Good morning, mio piccolo angelo,” he whispered, kissing your cheek before doing a double-take. “Wait, what are you doing awake?” He said with nervousness in his voice. He was nervous that you found out about the things he mumbles in his sleep or the way he clings to your sleeping figure.

“I don’t know, a noise woke me up probably. But I should wake up early more often, you were being adorable!” Bruno’s face flushed at that, and you took pride in it because he was almost never flustered.

“I..I’m gonna go make breakfast now..” he mumbled as he speed walked to the kitchen in embarrassment.

It’s safe to say he set an alarm from that day forward.

#jjba x reader #bucciarati x reader #bucciarati #safe #scenario

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morticiananubis · 4 years ago

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Alright tumblr here’s one of those Meet the Admin things, or whatever they’re called on here….

I’ve been dressing in plague doctor outfits since I was 14. I’ve also been officially active in the steampunk community since about that age. I love tying the two together and most of my plague doctor outfits and photo shoots are steampunk themed. This is my first ever plague doctor outfit:

I have gone from using a cereal box as a mask to using crafting foam. Which is what you have been seeing in my posts:

I have been to some steampunk and victorian events in my lifetime and have even been asked to perform as a roaming entertainer at a steampunk themed gala:

I move a lot but I have lived in a National Forest off and on and I try to take advantage of my environment for photoshoots:

Now for who I am behind the mask….

My name is Victoria. I’ll be 21 in November. I’ve been active on tumblr off and on for about half a decade. I’ve never been very active much. I made this blog because I could tell quarantine would be quite awhile and so I thought it’d be a fun way to pass time, even though I know I won’t be active everyday considering I am an adult with multiple things going on in my life despite social distancing. I am Persian and Sicilian and I was born and raised in Southern California. The only thing that changes more often than where I live is my hair color! I’m in school to be an embalmer. I have been obsessed with ancient Egypt since I was about 10yo. I enjoy science and anatomy immensely, as well as marine biology and astronomy. I love cats and birds. I love all things spooky and Halloween. I’m not ready to do a proper face reveal on here yet. I want my followers to be bc they enjoy plague doctor content and not just a collection of creeps bc of what I look like.

I was in a Fifes & Drums Corp around high school age:

Since I am only 5’2”, I have worked as a mascot for the Aquarium of the Pacific and Knotts Berry Farm (here is a parade and meeting James Marsden):

I have also volunteered for a year with avian husbandry at that aquarium:

I am also on the volunteer team for Midsummer Scream and enjoy haunted houses and Knotts Scary Farm (the haunt community is incredible and I’ve grown up around it all to the point I call them family. The scare actor scaring me in this photo is actually a really good friend of mine) If you go to any haunt events in SoCal, there is a high chance we have met.:

I am also a freelance SFX MUA in my free time. I also draw but I rarely enjoy when people buy my art, it’s more of a hobby rather than a job:

Like I’ve expressed, I am a big fan of steampunk. It is difficult for me to visually live that lifestyle however. I have a hippy heart and a punk brain. I play fife, bass guitar, piccolo, flute, ukulele, spoons, washboard, piano, and violin (in order from most knowledgeable to least). Music means a lot to me and my favorite music genres are glam metal, hardcore punk, ska punk, industrial metal, punk/swing/murder folk, and classical. I enjoy going to concerts and exploring the world through anything from a road trip to a community event. Here’s a pic of me last month while I was on a roadtrip across 8 states:

My Ask is always open~!

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ghost-chance · 4 years ago

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Snippet: When your characters say everything while saying nothing

When you're a young writer, you tend to think you have equal skill in all scenes. Action, fluff, humor, introspection, filler, you name it, you either rock it or suck at it depending on your confidence level. When you've spent time honing your craft, however, you start to realize your strengths and weaknesses.

I...absolutely suck at writing action scenes. Smut scenes, I feel, are hit-or-miss, and sometimes scenes with a lot of dialogue from several people and little action leave me near tears with frustration. As far as I can see, my strengths lie in scenes of romantic pining, scenes of comedic absurdity, and scenes like this one...that is, scenes with lots of introspection, nonverbal language, and revealing behavior. In hopes of finding a comparable scene from my early writing for comparison, I've gone back through my "DAMN that's old" folder. ...no, seriously, I have a folder entitled "DAMN that's old" where I stash all the horribly embarrassing crap I wrote when I was a teenager. It's traumatizing. I didn't find a single 'introspective conversation' scene that didn't involve a pairing enduring a 'traumatizing misunderstanding,' and that says something but I'd rather not share what.

Anywho. Because I'm so frickin' happy with how this scene turned out, I wanted to share it with y'all. It's not perfect - they never are - and I know there are people who write better than I do, but it makes me happy to have reached this level. ...especially when I started from the level of "Chi-Chi is a villain, Goku is a perfect hero, Piccolo is actually a real charmer, and no one is ever allowed to disagree with characters I like or they get smushed." (...teenagers. Y'all think I'm jokin'? I ain't jokin.')

Without further yammering, I give you a scene from The Demon King and the Half-Breed Hermit, "Is This Living, or Just Existence?" Herein, Chi-Chi lets her hair down and says lots of helpful stuff, Aubergine is perplexed by spices and behaves like a pouty cat, and they both talk around the Namekian elephant (not) in the room.

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The walk to Chi-Chi's home passed in a silence midway between comfortable and awkward, and before they knew it, the matron was stowing her groceries in their places. Aubergine sat slumped in her chair, brooding and fiddling with a small shaker jar from the revolving rack in the middle of the table. Recognizing the speckled contents, she pried the lid open, sniffed at the contents, and sneezed; her eyes and sinuses burned in protest as she jammed it closed and shoved it back on the rack. Yes, she identified it correctly.

"So how's Piccolo settling in?" At the resulting silence, Chi-Chi turned to find Aubergine scowling like she just chewed five lemons in a row, rind and all, without even stopping to breathe. "That good, huh?" Chi-Chi teased.

Aubergine shot Chi-Chi a deadpan glower then exchanged the speckled powder for a jar full of tiny oblong seeds. As if it explained everything, she grunted, "he's not dead yet." These seeds didn't burn her nose like the sneeze-powder; instead, they had a rather unpleasant smell akin to rank body odor and sweaty cunt. Nose scrunching at the stink, Aubrey shoved the jar to the other side of the table and snatched up a tall shaker full of tiny white crystals with a much sweeter scent. Over by the table, Chi-Chi gave a knowing smile as the half-breed examined her spices like they were from an alien planet. ...then again, they probably were alien to Saiyans. "How one person can require so many of these...things?" Aubergine muttered as she surveyed the multitude of tiny jars and shakers on the Lazy-Susan. "What's the point?"

"Spices?" Chi-Chi asked, and upon receiving a blank stare, added, "they make food taste good. As for the number, different dishes require different spices—you can't cook everything with the same ingredients." Aubrey stilled, eyes wide and locked on the three jars she investigated before. That...was a concerning reaction. "What brought you here anyway?" If Chi-Chi didn't know any better, she would say the half-breed was embarrassed.

"He quit complaining," Aubrey mumbled. "He used to whine I was poisoning him...now he just…" She glared down at the jar of sweaty-cunt-seeds and poked it a little further away from her as if she could smell it through the glass. "I thought…" She fell silent, cleared her throat, then collected the other two bottles and shoved them toward the other jar. "Fish. Worse than usual."

Chi-Chi was used to getting only half the picture from her half-Saiyan sister-in-law, but this had to set a record. Those three spices were never used in the same dish; then again, this was Aubergine, and Aubergine was quite possibly the worst cook in all the realms. "Correct me if I'm wrong," Chi-Chi asked, "but are you saying you cooked fish…with black pepper, cumin, and sugar…?" The half-breed glanced at the jars, read the fading labels, and gave a wary nod; Chi-Chi felt her breakfast threaten reappearance. "No wonder, then," she tutted around bile. "Cumin and pepper can be used on fish but generally not together, and you never use sugar on seafood."

"This is stupid." …and so began Aubrey's usual response to statements regarding food as anything beyond life-preserving sustenance. After so many years of hearing the same thing over and over again, Chi-Chi easily tuned out the increasingly loud rant and gathered a few more appropriate seasonings for fish. "Food don't have to taste good!" Aubergine spat without regard as Chi-chi carefully measured out portions into a jar, capped it, then shook it to mix the contents. "Food's only here so we don't starve to death, anything more is—" Finally, she went silent. Of course, taking Chi-Chi's frying pan to the skull would shut anyone up.

"There's more to life than just existing," Chi-Chi scolded as Aubergine rubbed the already swelling lump on her skull and growled under her breath. "There's more to life than just survival. We were put on this Earth to thrive, not just not die."

"We were put on this Earth because dumbass wouldn't let me kill that rotten blue midget from the start." ...Aubrey tried to kill Pilaf when Goku was a child? That was new information. This time Aubrey ducked the frying pan.

"Missing the point as always," Chi-Chi huffed. "I swear, you're so much like my Goku. Aubergine, when your life is over, you'll have an eternity to look back on what you did. If all you have to look back on is not dying, then what was the point?" Aubergine went silent, glaring at the wall beside her as if she blamed it for everything that ever went wrong in her life. It didn't escape Chi-Chi that said wall stood between her kitchen and the clearing where Goku grew up on Old Earth. Not for the first time, Chi-Chi wondered what Aubergine's life was like in those early years to have molded the half-breed into the distant, bristly woman she was now.

"Life...was enough..." The admission was quiet—half-muffled in Aubrey's mostly flat chest and aimed into the polished tabletop and the arms crossed atop it—but to the human matron, it had the same impact as a battle cry. "Stay out of danger," the half-Saiyan muttered as though reciting some sort of task list. "Find and maintain shelter, locate reliable sustenance, protect Kakarot…"

...wait for me to come for you. I promise I will come for you!

Bardock may have been a visionary, but an honest Saiyan, he was not. He never came for them… Fulfilling her mission was enough…until said brother ran off with a blue-haired witch to seek adventure and left Aubergine behind. Sure, she caught up after a while and tagged along for a few misadventures—living alone in the wilds got boring, after all—but at the end of the day, she failed to accomplish the most important of these tasks. She could not protect Goku. One hand strayed up to brush her bangs out of her dead eye. She couldn't even protect herself. "What changed?"

"Perhaps...it never really was enough." Chi-Chi's smile held no judgment, and her voice, no censure. "Perhaps you're only just realizing it now." Perhaps… Aubergine turned again to the window, her eyes trained on the distant misty peak of Mt. Paozu. After so many years of feeling stuck in place, maybe it was time to change. "I've offered before and the offer stands: I'll help you if you'll let me." For the first time, the offer was answered with a long silence instead of a grunt, growl, bitter retort, or evasive remark; this alone was proof in Chi-Chi's mind that the other woman was finally considering accepting her help.

"A year ago, none of this…" Aubergine fell silent; again, she was driven to brush her fringe away from her blind eye though it wasn't impairing her sight. That nervous tic would be the death of her someday. She cleared her throat and tried again. "Nothing mattered. It still shouldn't."

Chi-Chi faltered. She recognized where this topic was leading, as clearly as she knew how Aubergine must have reacted to Piccolo's unanticipated resurrection. Chi-Chi smoothed the skirt of her long dress and seated herself at the table. The rest of the groceries could wait a bit longer.

"The first time I...lost Goku…" I lost Goku. Even after so many times of saying those words, her throat still caught around them; even after how many times Goku died before he called it quits, the very mention still triggered an emotional echo of the day Krillin brought her the news. Her son, taken – her husband, dead – her husband's savage sister, in league with the demon who kidnapped Gohan – and perhaps worst of all, more alien assailants were on their way. "Well, I was a mess," Chi-Chi finished mildly.

The past is in the past—let it lie there in peace.

"Every time I lost Goku, I felt sure it was my fault for not being strong enough to keep him. Every time he came back, I tried harder than before to make him stay…and every time, I lost him again anyway…the last time, for good. He refused to be revived." Even now, the words made her eyes burn and her throat clench, so it was a comfort when Aubergine broke the tense silence.

"He was an idiot like that." Aubergine’s dry remark earned a weak chuckle. "But how does staying dead solve anything when there's no threat?" It was an abnormally long sentence from a normally brief speaker. "People still needed him—they depend on him, and he turned his back on them!" Chi-Chi hazarded a glance at her company; Aubergine was off in another world, her pained eyes (or eye?) trained somewhere far beyond the grain of the wooden tabletop. "Didn't he know? Didn't it matter?" Chi-Chi's wrinkle-framed lips tilted into a sly smile.

"He knew there were such people, I'm sure," she answered. "I have a feeling he didn't understand what it would put you through." Aubergine gave a faint nod, eyes distant and distracted, then startled as she realized the subject change. Both women knew they were no longer talking about Goku; neither was ready to admit it, either. The half-Saiyan's cheeks darkened in embarrassment, but the effect was lessened by the venomous glare aimed out the window. "You never told him, did you?" Chi-Chi pressed.

"Why bother?" Aubergine muttered. "He knew what he was doing. He had to know I'd—" She fell short, vividly remembering the crippling pain in her chest from the day the Earth was destroyed—the fracturing of a heart timed to the shattering of a planet. From the first wince to the final shuddering heartbeat, she felt Piccolo die, and it was a feeling she would never forget…or forgive. Her instincts were wrong; she should never have marked him. She should never have let her homesickness and memories of her father's bite-scarred neck sway her without knowing what would happen.

A soft hand lit on Aubergine's work-roughened knuckles without warning. "People can be foolish when they are in love." Chi-Chi never acknowledged Aubergine's cringe or nervous shifting; it was funny how lack of childhood socialization gave Goku no respect for personal boundaries and his sister, need for excessive personal space. "Goku's choice came from a desire to protect us from those determined to harm him. When he made that decision I swore I would never forgive him for it." She released Aubergine's hand with a calming pat; all the while, she visualized the half-breed as an agitated cat whose shaggy fur slowly flattened when the threat retreated. "I swore I hated him and I'd be happier without having to worry about him."

It took a little longer than expected but Aubergine took the bait. "And…do you?"

Chi-Chi gave a cryptic smile. "What do you think?" Aubergine took a moment to study her – from the gray in her otherwise neat hair to the fine lines creasing her skin – then turned away with a snort.

"I think you need a hobby." ...and they were back to sarcasm. Strangers might believe they could experience the entirety of Aubergine's range of emotion in three turns – anger, sarcasm, and brooding – but Chi-Chi was well-versed in the intricacies of Saiyan behavior by now. Aubergine was half-Saiyan; it was only natural for her to be uncomfortable when others saw her in vulnerable moments. Then again, there was another side to her that was in constant conflict with her Saiyan side.

"You're so much like my Goku," Chi-Chi said again, but this time, she spoke softly and wore a slightly pitying smile. "...and yet...you're so very different. One half of you struggles with emotion and believes that bonds make you weak...the other half cannot accept it and won't stand idly when others are in peril...even people who have been less than kind to you."

Aubergine didn't have to think about who Chi-Chi was referring to. She would never forget how Vegeta choked her to a blackout after she healed a nasty concussion or the terrified look on the bald monk's face anytime she came near him. Those people didn't really matter, though. The people who mattered...well, one of them never gave up trying to make amends, and even now, Aubergine heard the apology in her voice. "Don't matter." Even as she denied it, she remembered all the hateful accusations Chi-Chi repeatedly slung before the Cell Games claimed her husband. Chi-Chi went from treating her like a plague and a villain to defeated and pleading, and so quickly, the half-Saiyan's head spun.

The past is in the past—let it lie there in peace.

"It does matter," Chi-Chi insisted, "it means you have a choice in how to live your life, and that's more than many of us get!" Aubergine's eyes—or was it eye, Chi-Chi wondered yet again?—snapped to Chi-Chi's in an open warning, and the tip of an over-long fang peeked out under a snarling lip. Chi-Chi wasn't intimidated anymore; if the hermit meant her harm, she would have let the wildcat eat Chi-Chi instead of fighting it off. "You can keep following your Saiyan side." Chi-Chi crossed her arms. "You can let your anger and hurt push Piccolo away and keep being miserable. Or—" She uncrossed her arms, and settled one hand on her hip and held the other up as if estimating the weight of a melon at market, or trying to make a child see sense. "—you can give your other half a chance for once. You could protect him the way you always protected my Goku and rebuild the bridges you both burned! You have a choice!"

Aubergine spent so long glaring out the window in silence that Chi-Chi began to wonder if she pushed too hard. Then… "I…" Chi-Chi held her breath. Aubergine wilted in the old wooden chair like a fern in the desert sun. "I don't know jack about bridges…I just know how to take a beating." If the widow didn't know any better, she would say Aubergine was whining.

"You also know how to heal." Aubergine shot Chi-Chi a wary side-eye glance. "Healing a relationship isn't unlike healing a wound but it takes time…it has to be done gradually, carefully. You can't just wave your chi around and expect things to be right again." Chi-Chi paused, waiting for any sort of response from the other woman – a woman she now considered almost a sister – but none came. Then, Aubergine's volatile expression softened, her eyes turned back to the window, and her shoulders lowered. Chi-Chi thought it over for a moment then came to the decision the risk was worth it.

"I'll help you if you'll let me." Aubergine's eyes – yes, Chi-Chi was going to stick with the plural despite the hermit's half-blindness – darted back to hers from the window. They held no threat, just discomfort. "It's the least I could do," Chi-Chi added to encourage her, "after how many years I spent trying to keep you away from Goku, and him from you. You deserved to be a part of his family and his life," she added with a sigh. "It's not your fault I saw you as a threat."

Any other sister might have been waiting for years to get such an apology from her brother's wife...but Aubergine was nothing if not unusual. "It's…" Aubergine fell silent, then seemed to work herself up to another uncharacteristically long sentence. "If Kak—Son—wanted to see me, he knew where I was; if I wanted to see him, I knew where he was. You were never really a threat."

"Then why…?" Chi-Chi couldn't wrap her head around it.

Aubergine cringed and even harder than her usual cringes. "I…" She fell short, licked her dry lips, and gave a strange sort of shrug. "I don't like...people…" She spat the word like an obscenity. "I was supposed to enjoy Son's company because we're related?" The confused grimace on Aubergine's face was even better than her lemon-sucking scowl earlier. "He was loud...and annoying...and stupid." She shook her head, defeated. "Pretending I hated his guts kept him out of my hair. Was easier." It was far from the whole truth, but it was enough.

That was Chi-Chi's husband the hermit was badmouthing, but Chi-Chi knew Goku's flaws enough to chuckle about them; from the day they met to his final death Goku was loud and annoying, and Gohan definitely got his brains from Chi-Chi. Wrinkle-lined lips pulled into a smile, she shook her head. "Now it makes sense."

A look passed between the two women, unacknowledged but no less true...the look of a widow mourning her lost husband and a sister missing her lost brother, commiserating in silence.

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Oh, by the way? Aubergine is what happened when I told myself I needed to start writing characters "who could communicate clearly and effectively like grown-ass adults." Yep. I wrote an emotionally constipated ball of feelings who hates talking and averages five words per sentence when she's not bitching. Success, I should say...not. Sigh. Better luck next time.

#Fanfiction #Dragon Ball GT #Piccolo/OC #Dragon Ball Z #bad communication #This is why I can't write nice things #...because I end up writing complicated things.#...reviews are life...JS...

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