#trunks the story

[instructionsonback]

DAMN WHY Y’ALL DO ME LIKE THAT?!

[secretsofdbz]

I got my dirty hands on some Studio Tomorrow doujins (straight from the writer's booth ^^)

Here's a little breakdown if you're interested! And check their booth if you're curious. You'll need to use Buyee unless you have an address in japan (my link should give you a discount)

Trunks the Story, of which I have volumes 1, 1.5 and 2. I'm just missing volume 0 (which is just a preparatory volume). I was missing 1.5 but Omada had an extra and added it in, so nice of them.

Basically Buu arc but Future Timeline (this came out before DBS)

DB X Saitama by DragonGarowLee. Amazing and nonsensical as you can expect

Dragon Ball super AF Magazines volumes 3 and 4 (I had 1 and 2, so now I have all of them as 4 is the last volume). This was Studio Tomorrow creating a sort of zine to test out their individual stories.

Shin AF N°12 (came out last month)

This is the whole "Goku hits his head and becomes Kakarot-ish" long series written by Omada and drawn by YoungJijii. It's.. Well it's a combat doujin, and very in line with YJJ's and Toyotaro's AFs.

And some promo bonus cards ^^

[shannonsketches]

Two logic-driven people in a room. They might steal a puzzle from their toddler and do it themselves out of frustration kiss

Did a puzzle with my niece tonight. Learned something about myself. Projected it onto The Characters. Feels correct.

[psalmsofpsychosis]

not gonna lie homos and homies, there's something incredibly, incredibly depressing about Batmanverse and the concept of Batjokes in particular, and it's not the murder murder stab stab death plots.

It's the collective unmentioned canon agreement around these characters never being able to escape the confinements of their narrative.

they get pushed to the very edges of their predefined thresholds, they toe the lines of their stories, they poke it and probe it and sometimes even flirt with the possibility of crossing the bounds of their narratives, but they never break throught the structure. they never go over the line, always sorta of wiggling in place; batjokes in particular is the most enticing and intriguing stagnant 85+ years story i have ever seen.

There are unspoken rules around who Batman is, what he will and will not do, and those rules are rarely questioned, if ever. No matter what he does, he cannot be in love with a man, and he cannot ever love Joker in particular. He cannot experience mental and emotional peace. he cannot kill and he cannot show sincere emotional vulnurability, he cannot experience his love in an open and unashamed way. His narrative thresholds confine him to a socially sanctioned image that is meant to be familiar and tangible to the average straight dude, and it's quite frankly exhausting to witness. Whatever happens to Batman's story, he never arrives at physical emotional or mental peace and on a foundational level his tale never changes, not really. You can almost feel it when he constantly bumps into this unspoken narrative rules and stops in his tracks, each and every goddamn time, for 85+ years. It's like a keyed up nutcracker toy soldier bumping into a wall, stumble back two steps, bump into the walls, stumble back two steps, bumpt into the wall,

As someone who loves stories that love to question their own narrative points and break through them and do something different, staring at Batmanverse comics for too long at a time lowkey feels heartbreaking, nothing ever truly changes in this bitch.

[misskattylashes]

Adorable....

[fabuloustrash05]

How would you like it when Trunks and/or Bulla take over Capsule Corp one day? Since the Super manga shows that Trunks isn’t as tech savvy as his sister, I think they should tag-team it where Trunks handles the business side while Bulla handles the tech development. :))

That very well might be the outcome for Bulla, since the franchise has kind of established that she is not and will not be a fighter. The manga has confirmed that she is very intelligent and tech savvy unlike her brother. So her taking over the family business wouldn’t be a surprise to me.

(Btw for this ask I’m completely ignoring GT where Trunks was the CEO of Capsule Corp, cause there’s a whole debate on whether or not it’s canon)

Mind you, Bulla is only like 3-4 at this point (I think) and she was able to fix a complex computer virus. However, while I find that very impressive, I don’t like it how Bulla is just a carbon copy of her mother not just in looks, but now also in skills. I kind of wish that more was given to her in regards for her character to show that she truly is Vegeta’s daughter. Have a little bit more of her father’s side seep through her, whether that is in personality, attitude, or even having her show a slight interest in battle/training. Mix her mother’s smarts with her father’s love for battle and that would make Bulla an unstoppable threat. 

This is the daughter of the Saiyan prince for crying out loud! Do something more with her than just being Bulma’s clone!!

[ladyyomiart]

I'm giving Cara's version of Huevember a shot since I had a lot of fun doing Drawtober last year! ✍🌈

🌱Day 1: "Saria" (The Legend of Zelda).

🌞Day 2: "Future Trunks" (DBZ).

🍊Day 3: "Sora Takenouchi" (Digimon).

🍑Day 4: "Salamon" (Digimon).

🌸Day 5: "Popuri" (Harvest Moon).

[l-1-z-a]

Unseen and Scrapped Content in The Sims 2: Castaway Stories

You might be surprised to learn just how much content was cut or left unfinished during the development of The Sims 2: Castaway Stories—and even The Sims 2 in general.

- One of the most intriguing discoveries is the "Costume Trunk," which would have allowed your Sims to dress up in various costumes, from cowboys to mobsters and musketeers. There was even supposed to be an "Acting Costume Trunk" with unique interactions like "Brandish Sword" for the musketeer costume. Imagine the gameplay potential!

- Another scrapped feature was a variety of social clubs. While Fraternities and Sororities made it into the game, there were plans for clubs like a Secret Society, a Robo-Battle Club, a Drama Club, and even a Gaming Club! These would have brought a whole new layer of social dynamics to the game.

- Behind the scenes, test objects like the "Facial Animation Player" and "Memory Manager" were used by developers to debug and refine Sim behaviors, emotions, and relationships.

- One particularly interesting cut feature is the "Tabletop RPG" object, where Sims would roleplay as Mages, Warriors, and Thieves in a Dungeons & Dragons-style game. How cool would that have been?

All these unused objects and ideas show just how much *he Sims 2 evolved during development. They give us a glimpse into what could have been and reveal the rich, creative process behind one of the most iconic simulation games of all time.

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Chrono Heart (Future Trunks X Black!OC)

*I DO NOT OWN/CLAIM TO OWN ANYTHING IN RELATION TO DBZ. I ONLY CLAIM THE ORIGINAL STORY IDEA AND BLACK!OC IN THIS STORY!*

Chapter 1: The Relic and the Reawakening

The remnants of Dr. Gero’s lab were a graveyard of twisted metal and shattered dreams, a monument to the hubris of a man who played god with circuits and steel. Hidden beneath this forsaken ruin, a capsule hissed open, and from its depths, a figure emerged—Axa. With skin like polished ebony, eyes that shimmered with the golden light of a thousand captured stars, and hair that cascaded down in an untamed torrent, she was a sight to behold—beauty crafted by ambition, innocence shaped by design.

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She stood, hesitantly, in the dim light of her metallic tomb, a stark contrast to the vividness of her form. Her limbs moved with an elegance that was almost haunting, yet her expression held the innocence of a child looking out upon the world for the first time.

Unbidden, Axa's body propelled her through the labyrinth of the city, every calculation in her head leading her to an encounter she did not understand. It was as if an invisible hand guided her to a serene park, where the familiar silhouette of Android 18 stood, lost in the simplicity of feeding ducks at the pond—a moment of peace in a life so often marked by conflict.

Axa’s presence cast a shadow over the tranquility, and 18 turned, her eyes widening in shock and recognition. "Axa? Is it really you?" she gasped, the breadcrumbs slipping from her fingers.

Their reunion was explosive—a symphony of fists and flashes of shared history. As they sparred, 18, amidst parries and takedowns, called out to the essence of the girl she once knew.

"Remember when we sparred with 16 in the orchard, the cherry blossoms falling around us like snow?" she grunted, dodging a swift punch. "Or the time we snuck into the city, 17 dared us to ride the rollercoaster and you laughed until you cried?"

Each word struck Axa deeper than any physical blow could, unlocking the sealed doors of her memory. "And that night, the four of us lay in the grass, making shapes out of stars, dreaming of freedom," 18 continued, her voice laced with nostalgia, even as she blocked a kick. "But then you were gone. Gero said you were defective, but you were just... you were just Axa. You were just a little girl, and I... we, I should have done something."

Tears spilled from Axa's eyes, liquid diamonds trailing down her face, an alien sensation that stopped her cold. Her hands came up to her face, fingers trembling as she touched the moisture with wonder. "What... what is this?" she whispered, her voice breaking.

"It's crying, Axa," 18 replied with a bittersweet chuckle, the fight draining from her. "It happens when you're sad... or happy... or even when you laugh so hard, you can't stop. It means you're alive."

Axa's golden gaze, now dulled by confusion and sorrow, met 18's. "I don't... I don't understand," she said, a lost child wrapped in the shell of a machine.

"I know," 18 said, stepping forward to wrap an arm around her. "I forgot to search for you when I found my own life. But now I’m here, and I'll help you. Let me show you the life I've built. You’ll fit right in. Krillin, my husband, Marron, our daughter—they'll love you."

The promise of a family warmed something inside Axa, a spark of belonging that she didn't know she needed.

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The scene shifted to the familial home, where the spark was met with a torrent of fear and misunderstanding.

The home that once held warmth and laughter was now a battlefield of words and emotions. The cozy living room, with its family photos and children's drawings, became the arena. Krillin's face was flushed with a mix of protective fear and incandescent rage. "18, how in the world could you think this was okay? Bringing her into our home without even a word to me?" His voice shook the very foundations of their sanctuary, a volume reserved for life-and-death battles, not familial disputes.

"You're not getting it, Krillin!" 18 shot back, her own voice a force to be reckoned with. "You think I can't see danger? I know danger. I've been danger. But she—" 18 jabbed a finger towards Axa, "—is just lost. We owe her this!"

Marron, with the blissful ignorance of childhood, had wandered over to Axa, offering a small stuffed dinosaur with a smile. "Do you wanna play with Mr. Dino?" she had asked, her voice a sing-song note in the dissonant symphony of the adults' conflict.

Krillin's eyes darted from Marron to Axa, and with a speed that betrayed his martial prowess, he scooped Marron into his arms. "Marron, sweetie, why don't you go play in your room, okay?" His words were gentle with his daughter, but when his gaze swung back to Axa, they were steel blades. "Stay away from her," he snapped at Axa. "We don't know you, what you're capable of—what if you're programmed to…to…"

His words trailed off, but the accusation hung heavily in the air, an invisible smog choking the room. Axa, who stood like a statue wrought from onyx, felt each word strike her. Her hands, which moments ago had explored the texture of the child's toy, now hung limply at her sides. The shine in her golden eyes dulled, a gloss of pain over the brightness.

"Krillin," 18's voice cracked like a whip, her anger transforming into something fierce and protective. "Listen to yourself! She’s not a threat! How can you judge her like this?"

The silence that followed was suffocating. Axa's soft, disbelieving sobs were the only sound, a heartbreaking melody that seemed to wrap around the room. She blinked rapidly, her human-like innocence clashing with her android perfection as she attempted to process the whirlwind of rejection and anger.

"I… I don't want to be a problem," Axa stammered out, her voice a mere whisper but slicing through the tension. "I didn't mean to cause trouble. I'm sorry."

Krillin, his face softening for a moment at Axa's words, struggled with the turmoil inside him. His duty to protect his family warring with the empathy he had learned from his wife. "18, I…," he started, but the words tangled, a mess of emotion and duty.

"No," 18 interrupted, her eyes glistening with unshed tears of frustration. "No, Krillin. She's not just some android. She's Axa. Remember that. She's not the past; she’s someone who needs us now."

In the quiet that followed, the trio stood, the balance of their world shifted, as they each considered the weight of what it meant to be family, to be human, or something akin to it. Axa, still caught in the eye of the storm, dared to hope for a harbor in this tempest—a place where she could anchor her heart.

The turmoil in the room reached a crescendo, a tidal wave of emotion that crashed over Axa with overwhelming force. As Krillin and Android 18's argument continued, Axa's mind began to fracture under the strain. She clutched at her temples, her golden eyes flickering erratically as memories—long suppressed—surged to the surface.

She was small again, diminutive and human, watching through the bars of a crib as giants in white coats and stern faces argued loudly above her. The cacophony of their voices was terrifying, a discordant symphony that crescendoed into an unbearable din. Words like "potential" and "failure" were thrown back and forth, volleying over her head like some high-stakes game she could not comprehend.

Her breath hitched, a robotic mimicry of a panic attack, and her body began to seize up. Her limbs locked in place, and the glow in her eyes sputtered like a dying star. "System… overload…" she managed to gasp out before collapsing like a puppet with its strings cut, her form going limp and unresponsive on the floor.

"18, we need to do something!" Krillin's voice was now tinged with fear for Axa, the protective instinct he felt for all living beings—especially those under his roof—kicking in.

18 knelt beside Axa, her fingers hovering over the android's inert body. Her heart, though not flesh and blood, ached with a mix of fear and protectiveness. "Dammit," she cursed softly, her usual composure fraying at the edges.

Krillin ran a hand through his hair, his eyes darting from his wife to the still figure on the floor. "Maybe… we should take her to see Bulma. She's dealt with… this kind of thing before."

Android 18's eyes narrowed at the suggestion. "Bulma has a good heart, but she's got that scientist's curiosity. She'll want to dissect every part of Axa's programming," she said, her voice a growl of resistance. "And Vegeta…" she trailed off, a scowl creasing her features at the thought of the Saiyan prince's unpredictable nature.

Krillin nodded slowly, understanding his wife's concerns. "We don't have to tell everyone, just Bulma. She'll know what to do," he insisted, his tone imploring. "Vegeta won't lay a finger on her—I'll deal with him if I have to."

The two locked eyes, a silent conversation passing between them. It was a gamble, but Axa needed help that they couldn't give. With a heavy heart, 18 agreed. "Fine. But we're not leaving her side. Not for a second."

Carefully, they gathered Axa's motionless form, her weight a testament to the gravity of their situation. Together, they stepped into the cool evening air, the weight of Axa's fate a heavy shroud upon their shoulders as they made their way to Capsule Corporation, and into the uncertain future that awaited them.

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More on Axa (Pronounced: Axe-e-ah or Ahh-x-ah)

*Apologies for inconsistent art styles. I utilized Art breeder. Unfortunately I don't see many resources to help create black!Ocs in consistent styles and diverse poses out there. If you know of any please let me know! As you continue reading the story imagine her in the DBZ art style. Thank you!*

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[chewiebaka]

Future trunks remains the coldest character in all of dragon ball regardless of whatever tomfoolery super was up to and we stand by it.

[specialagentartemis]

conlanging for my Ice Age Story (truly I understand the Tolkienian impulse to just tinker with the conlang forever rather than write) and having 2 emotions:

Building in an alienable-inalienable possession distinction and the moment when the clan switches from using alienable possessive forms for Kurrat (our guest, our temporary obligation) to inalienable forms (our clanmate, one of our hunters/stoneworkers/firetenders*) will be a deeply emotional one that is not possible to properly convey in English

*“firetender” in this culture is a formal title for adult member of the clan with all the rights and obligations of a full clanmember; it’s a synechdoche for all the duties expected of a member of the clan, but also the trust and responsibility extended to them. It’s basically akin to “citizen” though the concept of citizenship isn’t really a relevant one here in 28,000 BCE. This Ice Age culture places a high symbolic/spiritual/theological importance on life-giving fire, and making sure there is always someone tending the hearth-fire is an important duty to both keep the life-giving spirit live at the heart of the community (if the hearth-fire goes out it is a DIRE omen) but also to y’know make sure everyone doesn’t freeze to death in their sleep. “Firetender” is a relationship term that is obligatorily marked with a plural inalienable possession affix.

2. Current idea is that it ends with a climactic hunting scene…

Someone, maybe Dannágia, comes back to camp breathlessly reporting that he saw a herd of rúrómpazheten. This is the first big animal they’ve encountered pretty much all winter and it’s worth assembling a hunting party to try to go kill one, it could feed us all for the rest of the winter.

Everyone in the clan is clearly concerned and excited and freaking out about the idea. Okay this is a big deal. However. Kurrat has been living with these guys for maybe… two months now? He’s learned how to communicate fairly well, but still encounters vocabulary he’s never heard before. Like this. What the fuck is a rúrómpazhe and why are people reacting like this.

Pendíkhia tries to explain, “it’s an animal. It’s really big, thick hair, it has beriłímetéwan, and a buʕiba… you know.”

“That doesn’t help even slightly.”

“Ugh! You know, long teeth, long nose.” Clearly frustrated, not patient, she points at the bones making up the structure of the hut. “The animal that comes from!”

The hut. The mammoth bone hut.

“A mammoth?” Kurrat says. “You’re planning to go hunt a mammoth? Are you stupid? Do you like getting stomped to death and dying?”

Her response is, basically, are you having fun sitting around slowly starving to death, because you are welcome to keep doing that, but also. She takes time to laugh. Because the word for mammoth in his language, the word he used, was p’ûrrūmf. And Pendíkhia is like. Okay. Aside. Perfect name. Yeah that animal really is a fucking p’ûrrūmf isn’t it.

[frozenrose99]

Db: Reincarnated as brolys Sister! 1/6

[shannonsketches]

Ugly crying about this whole sub story I love these boys so MUCH

[geuretea]

I've been making some character references for artfight! (A bit late tho)

It's midnight so I'll upload the characters tomorrow

I also had to say that I think I won't be able to send attacks in the next few days but I'll try to ;)

[kitlick]

use 'em or lose 'em, mr duffy

[betweenblackberrybranches]

I think it is time for me to tell you all that i love you again

Doesnt matter if your a moot or someone who shows up in my notes regularly or just now and then, i see you and i love you and i hope you are doing good! I am having so sappy feelings for every one of you!!!