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gotnofucks · 4 years ago

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Happily Ever After - 2

Paring: dark!Steve x desi!reader

Summary: You are welcomed in your new life, as the bride of Steve Rogers

Words: 4k

Warnings: Non-con/dub-con, smut, loss of virginity, breeding kink (I think), 18+ ONLY

A/N: huge huge huge thanks to @donutloverxo for the inspiration of this chapter. I swear I may have written it, but most ideas belong to the wonderful girl Berry! You’re a sweetheart!

Part 1 (can be read as standalone but maybe read the previous part)

MASTERLIST

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You felt sick as you gazed at the Avengers Compound, the whole building lit up with lights and decorated with flowers. Steve took your hand in his, a grin on his face as he led you past the beautiful rangolis in your welcome. You tried to take your hand away from his and he tutted.

“Now wife,” He seemed to love using that title, “don’t be a brat. Look how warmly everyone has come to welcome and congratulate us.”

You followed his gaze to the main door which were ajar, your new family waiting for you. You couldn’t help the scowl on your face when you noticed everyone was donning desi attire, not in the least bit bothered about how this wedding actually came to be. The tinkling of your anklets echoed as you approached the smiling avengers, a huge cheer booming for your welcome. Bucky stepped away from behind you and joined the crowd at your front, taking the aarti ki thali from Nat and wiggling his brows. He rotated the plate in front of you and Steve, showering you with flower petals. You bared your teeth at him, only making him smile wider.

Steve chuckled at you, leaning down to brush a very soft kiss on your brow and your jerked away.

“Be a good wife and kick the pot” He said pointing at the floor. You looked down and your mouth parted in surprise at the rice filled kalash on the doorstep, waiting for you to gently kick it inside. Steve really had outdone himself, read up on every small detail of your culture. You wondered if he knew the symbolism of this and glanced at his smug face from the corner of your eyes. He winked at you and you breathed sharply, kicking the kalash harder than necessary and sending the rice in it flying inside. The avengers clapped and cheered as you took a step inside, but before you could do more Steve swept you in his arms.

“Steve!” You shouted, arms automatically coming to hold him around the neck as he carried you over the threshold. Your heavy lehenga didn’t deter him, and he walked in with you with barely any effort.

“Some of your traditions darling, some of mine.” He whispered in your ear and you dunked your head in embarrassment as he took you towards the elevator to his floor. You didn’t bother glancing at the laughing people surrounding you, each of them as depraved as your husband.

Husband

It hadn’t sunk in yet that you were married to Steve Rogers, but as he carried you inside the elevator and the doors shut behind you both, fear gathered in your heart. You chanced a look up at his face, finding his cobalt blue eyes already locked on your face. The nervousness in your eyes just amused him more and he bit his lip before licking them.

“You’re going to love the room, I had Nat and Wanda decorate it for us.” He said once he finally set you down on your feet on reaching his floor. You wrung your hands uneasily, the truth of what lay ahead making you want to puke. Steve glanced at you, quirking a brow when you didn’t come forward.

“There are more rituals left, wedding games to be played.” You said softly, trying to stall a little more. Steve snickered at your obvious attempt to delay the night and he came forward to pull you in by your arms. He’d undone the top few buttons of his Sherwani, and you blinked as his chest barely peeked from the gap.

“We’ll play all the games that you want, fulfill all your customs and rituals wife. But tomorrow. I’ve waited too long to have you to wait another night.” His mouth met yours suddenly, huge bulky arms holding yours and restricting your movements. You hummed into the kiss, trying to shake your head but Steve held fast, parting your mouth with his tongue and deepening it. When he pulled away you were panting, hands trembling slightly as they rested on his massive chest.

Taking your hand in his, he pulled and your feet reluctantly dragged behind him, slipping slightly on the polished floor. Steve surprised you by not taking you to the bedroom but in the kitchen, leaving you only to pull out a saucer from his cabinet and the carton of milk from his fridge. His smile had turned mischievous and you backed away from until you met the cold marble counter at your back.

“Gotta say darling, your culture is amazing. They look after their men, don’t they? Like making them milk with aphrodisiac spices to maintain stamina at night?”

You shook your head when he looked at you expectantly, pointing at the milk and spices. When you didn’t move, he came forward and clutched your waist, the bare flesh between your blouse and lehenga meeting his warm hands and breaking into gooseflesh.

“Why must you make everything so difficult, huh? Just make me the goddamn milk.” He hissed, standing so close that your chest brushed his. You trembled as his eyes grew annoyed and jumped into action when he pinched your waist, making you squeal. You turned around and out of his hold, gathering almonds and saffron and quickly grinding them together in a pestle. As you worked you could feel Steve’s warmth at your back, his hand sneaking out to hold you from under your chest.

“Steve, I am cooking.” You complained felt his chest rumble in laughter behind you. He rested his head on yours, caging you against the kitchen counter with his massive body. Somehow, his body heat felt warmer than the steam rising from the boiling milk on the stove from your front. As you added your spices to the milk, watching it turn from white to pale yellow, one of Steve’s hand unclasped the heavy jewelry from your neck. Your eyes squeezed shut as his touch roamed over your back and traced the column of your neck, his breath hitting you right behind your ears and making you shiver.

“I don’t need this milk for stamina, you make me hard for days, but I am honoring your culture. You’ll be such a good wife to me, I’ll make sure of it.” He said and pressed a searing kiss on the juncture of your throat, his hands clutching you tight to him. Your breath became labored as his lips trailed over your shoulder and you wiggled. He let you go so you could pour him the saffron milk, smirking as he sipped it.

“You wanna feel magic?” He asked, taking your hand and pressing it to his crotch. A whimper escaped your lips as his hardness swelled beneath your palm, his own hand over yours keeping it in place. You begged him with your eyes to let you go, but he simply pressed harder in your hand and let out a groan.

“Steve, please.” You pleaded when Steve put down his empty glass beside you and trapped you against the counter. His breath washed over your parted lips and you could taste it on your own tongue. His hands wound around you, pulling you flush to his chest until there was nothing in between.

“You look so pretty when you beg me” He breathed. Your head was cradled in his chest, hands fisting his sherwani when a few errant tears dropped past. Steve touched the wetness on your cheeks, spreading it with the pad of him thumbs over your face. “God, what a mess you’ll make with this makeup as I make you choke on me. Look at this tiny mouth, darling.”

A discomforted whine tore free from you when he pushed two fingers inside your mouth, spreading them apart to stretch open your lips. The ends of your mouth arched, his thick digits pressing over your wet tongue, making you gag. He laughed at that, wiping his wet fingers softly over your lips before chastely kissing your forehead.

“Come, lets go christen our house.”

Your heart was thudding painfully in your chest and your bangles clinked together as you fought him. It was ridiculous how insignificant your strength was compared to him, how easily he could pull you along just like a toy. Your cries pierced the air, but your husband simply shoved you inside the bedroom and shut the door. Even with terror flowing in your veins, a begrudging appreciation was apparent as you looked at what would be your bedroom.

The whole room was fragrant with flowers, several chains of flower hanging over the bed and making a beautiful canopy overhead. The bed itself was decorated with rose petals, and soft candles were sputtering in every corner. Your breath hitched in your throat as your stared at the room, the sheer domesticity and beauty of it feeling like a taunt. The ugly nature of your union with Steve was about to sully the piousness of this night, and you resisted the urge to tear away every decoration hanging from the ceiling.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Steve purred in your ear, his hands coming to hold your from behind. His hardness ground in your lower back, and you sniffed as you felt his teeth nip your earlobe.

“Please don’t do this Steve.” Begging him was your last resort, you’d already lost your dignity. But you’d give away the last shred of it to save your innocence. “You promised you love me, please don’t do this. Give me some time.”

Steve turned you around to face him, your chin in his finger and thumb as he peered deep in your eyes. The blue in his had given way to a darker hue, almost black as lust invaded his senses. He pushed you back towards the bed, not looking away from your face for one second.

“Time? Baby, this night should have come months ago. You should have been on your knees for me that night I first I asked you, but you had to be a fucking bitch about it. But no matter, I’ve got you now. You can worship me now.”

The back of your knees met the mattress and you sat on the edge of the bed, looking up fearfully at Steve who was methodically removing his clothes. His eyes seemed glued to your form as he unveiled his body to you, carelessly throwing away his clothes. You gulped in fear, eyes moist when you realized what would happen.

“Don’t look like that honey. Consider them lessons as a wife in training. A good wife should always know how to pleasure her man.”

He finally pushed down his boxers, his cock bouncing out and hard, pointing right at you with its weeping head. You stifled another gasp because it looked so red and angry. And huge. Its head was mushroom shaped, leaking dewy pre-cum from its slit, the roundness of it so huge you wanted to bolt away. Steve chuckled as he took in your reaction to his cock, his fist enveloping his length to stroke up and down, pulling on the soft skin.

“Don’t worry honey, it will fit. That’s my job to make sure it does. You…You just need to suck.”

You closed your eyes, hoping you’ll escape the terror this way. It was just like you were a kid again hiding under your blanket, believing that if you couldn’t see the horrors, they’d stop existing. Those silly notions however remained in your childhood when you felt his heavy tool slap your face lightly, some of its wetness sticking to your cheek. Strong fingers grasped your jaw, forcing it open and Steve pushed into your mouth slowly. A sinful moan emanated from him, your mouth holding his pulsing length in your warmth.

“Open your eyes, let me gaze at your soul as I make your body mine.”

You blinked at him with watery eyes, your hands pushing against his thighs when he thrust in deeper. His hands were in your hair, helping you bob up and down as you slobbered over him, your saliva dribbling down to his balls. Pleasured grunts kept leaving Steve’s open mouth as painful whimpers left yours. He was so huge you could barely take half of him, the corners of your mouth cracking open a little due to his girth.

“Just like that honey, suck a little harder – Yesss! Now press that tongue on my underside…Just like that, yeah.”

You tried to breath through your nose, following his commands that made it a little easier. Your tears had pooled at the point of your chin, dripping down slowly. Steve pulled out of your mouth suddenly, pinching his cock a little with a pained expressed, relaxing after a minute.

“You’ll learn to swallow me later, but tonight my cum is going straight in that cunt of yours.”

Your eyes widened in terror, the mascara and makeup smudged all over your face casting you a pitiful creature. Steve to your surprise gently started removing the numerous jewelries from your body, his hands soft as they reached the hundreds of pins keeping your hair up.

“Steve, I – I don’t want a baby. Not yet.” You said and he shot you a cheeky smile.

“I don’t too, not yet.” He assured you, still detangling your hair with utmost care. “I want you to myself for some time, need you only for my pleasure. I am not ready to share you with a squealing brat anytime soon, even if that brat is mine.”

Your scalp hurt as it was finally free off the accessories, and Steve massaged it with his fingers. Why was he being so sweet all of a sudden? You peeked at him with a confused expression on your face, the pout on your lip making him coo.

“Believe what you will Y/n, I have loved you most ardently. It may not seem like that now, but it is true.”

His words should have soothed you, given you hope about the grim marriage you were forced in, but instead they made you mad. How could a man be so ignorant to think his obsession as love? How could any person in the world treat someone they love as Steve did to you? You drew in an angry breath, a curse hissed from between your teeth before you punched his stomach. Steve staggered back, more from surprise than the force behind your weak punch. His own angry eyes met yours in challenge and you were thrown in the center of the bed before you realized it.

“You dumb bitch!” He seethed, his body hovering over yours and trembling with barely suppressed rage. “I’ve tried to be fucking gentle with you, but if you want to act like a spoiled brat, then that’s how I’ll goddamn treat you!”

Two hands grabbed your blouse and pulled, the ripping noise echoing in the room as your beautiful blouse gave out at the seams and split. You cried out under him, breasts spilling free and bouncing. He didn’t seem to feel your hands pushing on his bare chest, too busy to remove your heavy, multi layered lehenga. When he finally removed the offending garment, he settled over you, his heavy cock hitting your clothed center. You were trembling in a mix of fear, nausea, and anger. The spare few bangles on your wrists merrily jingled as you struggled with the kiss forced on your lips, Steve’s lips travelling down from there to your throat, leaving teeth marks in their wake.

“You are too wild my wife, but I know how to tame a fiery dame. I’ll show you how to worship your man.”

The heat of his mouth enveloped your hardening nipple, his tongue swirling around it. You keened under him, your tears leaving black mascara tracks over your cheeks and spilling on the pristine white bed sheet beneath. Rose petals crushed under your body, their sweet smell the most offending thing to greet you in this moment.

“Stop it! Please!” You begged, not because it was too painful but just the opposite. The captain on the field was also a captain in bed, leading your body in a journey of sweet sweet pleasure that had you mewling as his mouth descended. You didn’t want this feeling, this excitement that coursed through your body and settled like simmering heat deep in your womb. You didn’t want to let out that moan when Steve ripped off your panties and licked your drenched core.

“Oh good lord, you take like heaven. My angel, my beacon of light, so sweet like honey.”

His words affected you as much as his tongue, your lust addled brain taking his sweet praises directly to your heart and warming you up for him. As you writhed under him, felt his supple tongue dip inside you and around your hard nub, you pondered over the irony. By all means, he was your husband. Forced as the marriage may have been, it was conducted with full rites in the holy witness of agni (fire) and with proper rituals. Was this why you felt this way? Because somewhere, in some deep recess of your twisted mind you accepted the role as his wife, as his other half whose sanctified role was to serve and please him?

Your body drew up in an arch, eyes snapping open as you howled your release in the air, your juices spilling directly in Steve’s mouth who slurped them away with relish. The maintained the eye contact as he licked the last of your essence had your walls clenching around nothing and you drank in the erotic sight of his massive body between your thick thighs, his blond hair askew.

“You see how good we can be Y/n? How good I can make you feel?”

He pushed a finger in your still slightly pulsing channel, rubbing along your spongy walls to help you open. He was so thick, so meaty that you’ll pass out from the pain if unprepared. Another finger entered, and you threw your head back, sobbing and confused from the conflicting emotions inside you. You felt him scissor you open, your untouched entrance straining under the pressure and a pained hiss escaping you.

“Just a little more my darling, need to loosen you up.”

He climbed up your body, bringing his face over yours and kissing you deep. You responded without thinking, tasting yourself on his tongue as he moaned. When you felt him line up along your entrance, your hands shot out to take hold of his shoulders, squeezing.

“Condom. Please, you said no kids.” You begged and Steve kissed you again, brushing his nose against yours.

“Our first-time won’t be with a layer between. I want to feel you, and nothing will come in the middle of this union. In fact, nothing will ever come between us. I’ll get you on birth control, but I am not wearing rubber. My seed will always find their end deep inside you.”

You shook your head, fisting his hair to get his attention.

“Steve please, don’t do this. Its too much of a risk…You have a very potent DNA. You’re enhanced.”

Steve ignored your words, reaching down to align himself again and starting to push in. You scrunched your eyes shut as his bulbous head barely started stretching your walls, your pathetic sniffles fanning his neck.

“Listen to me well, you don’t tell me what to do. I will always have you as I want, whenever I want. Your job is to present for me, be ready for me with a wet cunt to slide right in.”

And he did just that. He fed in every inch of this thick cock in your core, tearing through the flimsy barrier that made you cry out loud. You were sobbing in his chest, holding onto the one responsible for the pain in the first place. When you felt his pelvis flush against yours, you buried you head in his neck, begging him to stay still.

“Shh baby, its okay. It had to happen. It won’t hurt in a little while.” He soothed you, distracting you with little kisses all along your face and collarbone. You looked at him with watery eyes, not knowing how to feel about him as he sat balls deep inside you. It was when he reached between your bodies and drew back bloody fingers that your heart contracted in sorrow. Your virtue, all but snatched from you.

“Look at you staining the white bedsheet with the proof of your innocence. You saved yourself for your husband, and here is your reward.” Steve murmured and your walls trembled when he sucked your virgin blood in his mouth. You breathed deeply, gazing into his eyes and your hands traveled to his back, the thick muscles rippling under your touch.

“If I bleed, so will you!” You declared and with that you dug your nails in his flesh and raked them down his back in vengeance, his pained screech followed by just as painful a thrust. He moved inside you like a demon, pushing into your body as if trying to come out of the other end. Both your voices rose in the air along with pants, your nails digging deeper in his back and a small stream of blood poured over the curve of his back and met the white sheets.

“You!” Steve hissed, kissing you, fucking you. His hands travelled the expanse of your curves, dipping into every crevice and his hard cock scratched your walls deliciously. “You make me so fucking mad. I want to kill you, but I want to kill you by giving you so much love, so much pleasure.”

As his words became unintelligible, his thrusts harder and deeper, your voice higher, the coil in your gut tightened and tightened until it finally snapped and your heat clutched him in a velvet grip, milking his cock. Steve groaned, his head falling in the crook of your neck as he breathed heavily, the last of his cum painting your womb.

You lay beneath his heaving body, your blood staining his cock while his stained your hands. You matched the fire in his eyes with the glowing embers in yours, and a smile tugged on his lips as he delicately pulled out. You winced in pain, a chocked noise coming from you that made him wince in return. He reached over the other side of the bed, pulling out a basin from underneath and a wet towel. You watched in awe as he slowly, almost reverently cleaned between your legs, soft hushes cooed to you in a kind voice.

“You don’t see it yet, but you need me just as much as I need you. Fire like yours, it can only be matched by someone like me. You’ll burn every other man to a crisp, but me? I like that burn, I challenge your fire. We are made for each other, for no other woman could have taken me like you just did.”

You turned away from him, him and his words that made shame wash over you. How wantonly you had responded to his touch, how ferociously you had clawed his back like a tigress, subconsciously leaving your mark on him as he did on you. You felt his warm, sweaty body curl against you from behind, holding you close.

“I love you” He confessed again. “I will always love you, despite the glare of your eyes and venom of your words. I will always come back to you, just like you will to me. You’re not leaving me wife, not now, not ever.”

Your husband gathered you in his massive arms, cocooning you in his warmth and love as the last of your tears dried. He let you sniffle, hand running through your damp hair in a loving caress.

“I won’t take your name.” You suddenly blurted and Steve’s form shook behind you with silent laughter. His arms tightened around your middle, his semi hard cock nestling between the plump cheeks of your bottom.

“Take it? My dear, you talk like I ever gave you the option. The future for us Rogers seems to be bright indeed.”

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padawanlost · 4 years ago

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Hey there! First of all I wanna say that I love your blog 😊

If I may, I wanted to ask you something regarding the Jedi Code. What did it say exactly about love and family? From my understanding, they were forbidden to form attachments, yet one Jedi (can't remember the name) married and had several kids. So, as long as there was no love or risk of attachment, they could marry and/or have kids?

I'm so confused

Before anything else is said, we need some context. The Jedi Order is over 25000 years old, which means a lot of things changed over the years. what’s really important to keep in mind is that theirs rules were no set in stone. There’re multiple variations of the “Jedi Code”. Also, not every rule the Jedi had to live by were part of the Jedi Code. Some rules were more about tradition than the code itself. Because of that every generation of the Order has its own particularities. That’s why the Prequels Order was different from the Old Republic’s Order and that was different from New Republic’s Order.

With that out of the way, let’s talk about the prequel era Jedi.

1 – Jedi were NOT allowed to marry or reproduce (without the Council’s authorization):

“If anyone finds out that I’m expecting a child, I’ll be thrown out of the Jedi Order and I won’t be able to serve. I have to carry on. I can’t let the men down.” Skirata was furious. She felt it. She could see it, too. And if she thought that was bad, it would be nothing compared with how the Jedi Council would react. She’d be kicked out of the Order. She’d no longer be a general, no longer able to play her part in the war. [Karen Traviss’s Triple Zero]

2 – Jedi were allowed to have sex, but they were not allowed to have romantic relationships or to have any kind of emotional attachments to their sexual partners.

“Jedi Knights aren’t celibate. The thing that is forbidden is attachments and possessive relationships.” George Lucas.

“But ol’ Pellaeon’s just having a spot of romance, if you know what I mean. It’s not like he gets attached to any of them, is it? Is romance allowed? Can you have a spot of romance if you don’t get attached?” Ahsoka’s stripes became more vividly colored, embarrassed. Yes, she obviously did know what Coric meant by romance. It wasn’t the word he usually used for it, but Ahsoka was only a kid, and Rex had decided from the start that talking about that sort of thing was something best left to her Jedi Masters. Yes, General Skywalker, I think that’s a job for you, sir. It wasn’t a clone’s duty at all. “Romance,” Ahsoka said stiffly, “is acceptable. Jedi are not … celibate. Just … no attachment.” [No prisoners. Karen Traviss]

He felt his fingers fist. Don’t you lie. Not about this. Don’t you dare. “You love her.” Monotonous blasterfire filled the silence between them. Then Obi-Wan nodded. “Yes, Anakin, I love her. But I was never in love. For a short while Taria and I needed each other. And when we no longer needed each other, we parted—and remained friends.” So that was how it worked, was it? Stay aloof, stay detached, never let yourself feel too much, too deeply, and the Order didn’t care? So if Padmé and I pretended we weren’t in love … [Karen Miller’s Star Wars: Clone Wars Gambit: Siege]

3 – Jedi were not allowed to have contact with their biological families;

“After the Jedi Masters decided that it was too dangerous to train anyone familiar with fear, anger, and any other emotion that might lead to the dark side, it was agreed that Force-sensitive juveniles, adolescents, and adults would no longer be eligible for enlistment or conscription. Instead, they sought out and adopted Force-sensitive infants who would be raised and trained at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant; to prevent any emotional attachments that might cloud judgment, most recruits would never have any subsequent contact with their families.” [ Ryder’s Windham’s Jedi vs. Sith: The Essential Guide to the Force]

The entire baby Ludi case

Still no word from the Jedi Council about what happened at the Battle of Naboo. Watto is beside himself with fury, complaining that if I can spend a hundred credits to send a message, then the Jedi can spend a hundred credits to answer. It worries me that it’s taking them so long. Three days should be long enough to figure out whether you were at Naboo, and whether you’re still alive. […] Shmi seemed to believe that Watto genuinely missed the boy. Leia had trouble accepting this, but was forced to at least allow for the possibility when Shmi reported that Watto had actually made a gift to her of the ten credits she had borrowed to help pay for her message to the Jedi Council. […] An administrator on Coruscant had finally replied to Shmi’s ’Net message: Anakin was well, but the Jedi did not discuss the activities of their Padawans even with parents. Even that was enough to elate Shmi. [ Tatooine Ghost by Troy Denning]

4 - The love they were allowed to experience was nothing like how we experience love in real life:

Who wept their tears on the inside, where they would not be seen. To weep for a fallen comrade was to display unseemly attachment. A Jedi did not become attached to people, to things, to places, to any world or its inhabitants. A Jedi’s strength was fed by serenity. By distance. By loving impersonally. [Karen Miller. Wild Space]

It was impersonal. It wasn’t like loving your family or your friends. It was more compassion, than love (the kind of love that connects you to someone on a emotional level).

Instead, they sought out and adopted Force-sensitive infants who would be raised and trained at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant; to prevent any emotional attachments that might cloud judgment, most recruits would never have any subsequent contact with their families. [Ryder’s Windham’s Jedi vs. Sith: The Essential Guide to the Force]

“Not that Luminara is indifferent, but that Luminara is detached. It’s not that she doesn’t care, but she’s not attached to her emotionally. And at the end of the day, one of the questions that I guess I pose is, is that really a good thing? Is Anakin’s way of being so compassionate wrong? Because on a certain level, you have to accept that the Jedi lose the Clone War. So there is something that they’re doing that’s wrong.” Dave Filoni

Nobody asked the obvious—whether clone troopers were everyone else or not. Joc looked from Ahsoka to Rex and back again. “What’s wrong with attachment?” he asked. “Why can’t you have attachments? You mean love, right?” Ahsoka looked at the clones wide-eyed but in slight defocus, as if she was trying to recall something. “Love is acceptable,” she said at last. “But not attachment.” “What’s love if it isn’t attachment?” “Attachment is … putting personal relationships first, caring about the people you love so that it influences how you act.” Ahsoka seemed to be picking her words carefully. Coric stared back at her. “You know, it affects your judgment.” [ No prisoners by Karen Traviss]

5 - The exceptions:

There were some exception to these rules, most of them happening during a different time (Old and New Republic Eras). However, there’s one notable exception all the rules above during the prequels: Ki-Adi-Mundi. Unlike most Jedi he was allowed to marry multiple wives and have multiple children and still remain a jedi. They allowed it because he belonged to an endangered species, so him being in a polygamous relationship was part of the greater good. Fun fact, he was emotionally attachment to some members of his biological family.

#ask #anon #jedi order #jedi culture #txt

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raevenlywrites · 4 years ago

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Dasi High 2 of ?

All day long, all I wanted was my book. My book. I thrilled at the way the thought seemed to pulse in my head, heavy with the weight of destiny or something. It had to be some kind of strangeness at work, to put this exact book into my exact hands with my exact little name on it. Kiesha... It wasn’t exactly a sorceress’s name, but still, it wasn’t that common. Not for books that looked like they’d been buried under the sea for the last thousand years or whatever. “This should be in a museum,” ala Indiana Jones and all that. My book. It filled my chest with warmth just thinking about it.

But I kept it in my bag all through school, even during lunch. No Coke, greasy pizza, or nosy teachers were going to threaten my ancient tome. I wasn’t an idiot. I was going to keep it safe until I got home.

Safely ensconced in my beautiful window seat, the envy of all book lovers and cat nappers everywhere, I savored the moment, feeling the heft of the book in my lap, breathing deep of its good, good book smell. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a technophobe, but books man--nothing compares to the feel of thick pages beneath your hands, the crinkle, the earthy smell. Yeah. There was a reason Brass thought I might be into it, namesake notwithstanding.

The cover was plain, well-worn, shiny and slick to the touch with the press of so many hands before. The finish had worn off the lettering and embellishments, but fingers could trace the rise and indents of them. I suddenly wondered if I should be handling something so hold, then realized I had no idea how old it even was. Oh well. Brass’s mom wouldn’t have let him have it if it was priceless, right? With a steadying breath, I cracked the cover.

The glue had long since stopped holding the pages in, but the binding was still sound. Maybe I’d ask Donte or Nalini later if either of them knew anything about repairing old bindings. They were both always doing handsy stuff, Donnie with his computers, and Nani with eir soaps and stuff. Surely one of them would know something, or be able to point me in the right direction. For now, I gingerly laid the cover open in my lap and turned the pages with a reverence I almost never felt for anything. I hadn’t been this careful with a book since my Sandman hardcover omnibus I got for my last birthday.

Enough stalling. It was time to read.

I was surprised to note my own reluctance. I’m not usually one for drama, but this... it just felt heavy. Important. Like it mattered.

The front endpaper had a yellowed bookplate pasted in, painted with an elegant symbol or crest or something I didn’t recognize. It looked almost like a stick figure of someone dancing, arms reaching up and stance wide--except there were weird branches coming off, like cursive flourishes. Maybe it was a signature? If so it wasn’t in any language I could read. I suddenly panicked at the thought that I wouldn’t be able to read any of it, aside from my name, and eagerly turned the page, anticipation mixing with dread.

But instead of a title page, or anything even printed, it was another handwritten page, like a dedication, or maybe a poem or something. It was written in the same kind of cursivey, wavy letters as the bookplate, and with growing anxiety I turned to the next page.

The family tree.

Thin, spidery hand writing covered the pages, faded, but definitely in the familiar English characters. Arabic? Or was the for numbers? Whatever. I could read it, that was what mattered. It was hard to parse, just as it had been at school, but I found the letters of my name quickly, and my finger hovered over the page, tracing the line down. Don...Donovan? Sisal... Salem... It was almost impossible to make out, save for the ever-clear Kiesha. Almost like that was the only part I was meant to read. I stared at the whole page, trying to let my eyes go soft focused, to see if anything else jumped out at me, but the longer I looked, the harder to read it became. I gave up and turned the page.

A list of names and dates followed, like you’d expect from an almanac. But instead of useful things like “March 3rd” or “Spring Equinox” it said things like, “the fourth night of cheres” or “the eve of Namir-da”. It was English, but just barely. I skimmed the page but quickly moved past it, eager for something that made sense.

It was hard not to let my disappoint take hold. This book had felt so special--it was special, just... not what I’d been expecting. Recipes, as Brass had said, and almanacy things, lie when to plant, but nothing that gave me any sense of wonder, or importance. I was just about to give up when I finally came across a section written in plain English.

They say the time has come. I have been given the family book, and told its mine to keep. But what I am expected to do with it, I cannot say. I have nothing of my own to add. I am not even the oldest of the family line. But I feel I should write something, to mark the occasion if nothing else. So here I do write, on this, the first of August, in the year seventeen hundred and seventy-one, that I, Kiera Cortana, am now in charge of the family book, for better or for worse.

Whoa. Now that was seriously cool. I flipped back to the family tree, to see if I could find Kiera. There, near the bottom, Kiera Cortana, 1753. Neat. That made her... seventeen, eighteen when she wrote her entry? Wow. Barely any older than me. That warm tingle started again, that sense of connection, and I just let my hand rest on the page, fingers just below her name. There wasn’t any more after hers, though there was room for more. Hope for the future that never came.

The warmth turned to sadness, a kind of longing I couldn’t really put my finger on. I got that way sometimes, just out of the blue. Homesick for a place that didn't’ exist. At least here I kind of got it, sad for a girl who may or may not have ever grown up. There was more after her first journal entry, but it was just more recipes and things, and more of that squiggle script I had no idea how to read. On an impulse, I got out a notebook and copied down what letters I could make out, including the symbol on the front book plate. I wanted to look at it more later, when I was stuck at school, but I didn’t want to risk bringing the actual book there. It was so old, at least three hundred. Man, Brass totally shouldn’t have let me have this. I decided to call him and give him a hard time about it.

“Hey, Ki, is everything okay?”

I frowned at the concern in his voice. “Yes, Dad, I’m fine. I’m not always in mortal danger or whatever you seem to think.”

Brass snorted. “Well I assumed you had to be in trouble since you’re calling. Normally you just text.”

Oh. Right.

“Just wanted to chat,” I said, too casually, but he'd caught me off guard. I used to call Brass all the time. It was weird to realized I’d stopped. “I’ve been looking through that book you gave me.” When in doubt, change the subject.

“Yeah? Anything good?”

I heard the sound of a sliding glass door in the background, the tell-tale sign of Brass going out to sit on the back deck. He used to do it to be near the TV antenna, hoping it would give him better cell signal. Now it was just habit. I smiled, picturing him there, long and lanky and lean, back against the side of the house as he balanced on the deck railing, one long leg trailing down...

“Kiesha?”

“Hm?”

I made a startled little noise as I came back to myself. “Oh, right. Yeah, it’s pretty cool. Did you know it was so old? There’s an entry from the 1700’s in it.”

“Oh man, really?” He sounded equal parts excited and embarrassed. “I didn’t know that. Maybe I should let Mom look at it again...”

“No way,” I teased, “It’s mine now. Has my name in it and everything.”

“It has mine too.”

His voice was so soft I almost missed it. But I scanned the page and sure enough, Brassal was on a similar line as Kiesha.

“Weird... Almost as weird as your stupid name.”

I laughed to take the edge of, both from my words and from the creeping feeling working its way up my spine. Brass had always gone by the nickname, with Brassal being reserved for his father. I guess it shouldn’t have surprised me to see it in an old timey book like this; it had probably been handed down a long line of people, like Maeve’s super grandma name. But still. It freaked me, and when I got freaked, I teased. Make everyone else feel off balance and it was an even playing field again.

“Yeah, yeah, Cobriana. Tell me all about weird names.”

I stuck my tongue out, even though he couldn’t see. Still, it made me feel better. Sky blue, grass green, Brass and I teased. I had missed this. It was good to be getting it back.

“You wanna come over for pizza and movies Friday?”

It was out of my mouth before I’d really thought about it. But his hesitation made me wish I’d just kept railing on his stupid name.

“Uh, how ‘bout Saturday. I have... plans. For Friday.”

No way. No freakin way. “Don’t tell me you gave in to Izzy,” I said with a disinterest I didn’t quite feel. “You know she’s only sharpening her claws on you for a real takedown.”

“Don’t be like that, Ki. Isadora can do what she wants, with who she wants.”

I mocked “Isadora,” in as childish a tone as I could manage. No one called her that, not even Izzy herself. Except Landon. But Landon was cyborg and completely incapable of using contractions or imprecise grammar, like ever.

“And what she wants is apparently to play kissy face with Serv, for all the good that’ll do her.”

“Serv?!” I could not keep the surprise out of my voice. Serv was like, canonically asexual. Or at the very least, not interested in someone as bubblegum pop as Izzy.

“Your guess is as good as mine,” Brass said. “I didn’t ask, not that that stopped her from volunteering. Apparently they’re driving into the city to see a show or something.”

“Okay....” Izzy on a date with Servos. What an odd couple. I couldn’t fathom what sort of attraction would hold interest for both of them. But then, if such a thing existed, it would be in the city, not in this whole in the wall town. We didn’t even have a mall. “Well, good for them, I guess. So what about your mysterious plans?”

Brass groaned. “I’d hoped you’d forgotten. ”

“Nope. Spill it.”

He sighed. “I’m going to the movies... with Syfka.”

I gaped. “You’re joking. You’re joking! Why on earth would you want to go to the movies with her--xem?”

I was normally better with Syfka’s pronouns than this, but it was hard not to think of anyone out on date with Brass as anything but a her--a her he might want to kiss. Trying to apply that mental box to Syfka, of all people--

“Because--” Brass cut through my thoughts, “we have a project due, and it was either write a paper on a French film, or try to speed read through a work of French literature that I have zero hope of understanding because its kind of my worst subject.”

Oh. Right. School stuff. A perfectly reasonable reason to go to the movies with someone.

“Right. Okay. Yeah. So, does that mean you need to stay in and write it on Saturday.”

Brass laughed, and I couldn’t help but feel like it was at my expense.

“Nah. Come Saturday night, I’ll either be done, or I’ll be failed. Either way, pizza and a movie sounds great.”

“Okay...”

I couldn’t shake the little tight feeling in my chest. This call had thrown me. Everything about Brass seemed to throw me lately.

“Why don’t you invite Nikki over too? Or maybe Maeve?”

My toes curled under at that last. Maeve may or may not have been the reason Brass and I finally broke up. I hadn’t decided yet. Either way, I couldn’t imagine him volunteering to hang out with her.

“I wouldn’t subject you to that....”

“Ki, I told you I’m alright with it. Have her over, see if you still feel all tingly.”

I laughed, but it was hardly humorous. “I can’t believe you’re encouraging me to get my flirt on in front of you.”

I could feel him shrug through the line, that careless raise of a shoulder that meant everything and nothing.

“You’re too shy to do it yourself. I’m just gonna keep inventing reasons to get you two together until you get over yourself. Or she asks you.”

“Brass!”

But now I was really laughing, and his goal was achieved. I felt better, so he felt better. Stupid big brother mother hen. I smiled through the rest of the phone call, chatting about everything and nothing, and feeling more like myself than I had in a long time.

Raev’s general tag list: As always, let me know if you want to be added or removed or whatevs (especially since this is kind of a far cry from what I usually do)

List is currently: @lordkingsmith @writinglyra @drbibliophile @mperialscribe @adie-dee @lexiklecksi @theramwrites @writinginslowmotion @faithfire @apollon-arium @thehellinsideyourhead @raenawrites @adventuresofacreesty @anika-writes.

#dasi high #kiesha'ra fanfic #kiesha cobriana #I've been threatening this hawksong fanfic for years #raev does fanfic

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elisajdb · 5 years ago

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BadaGine Week 2020: Day One

The Life We Share @bardineweek

Day One: Life on Earth

“How much is it?”

“Three thousand.”

“Three thousand?” Mr. Anaheim whistled. “That’s a lot. How about Twenty-Five hundred?”

No deal. Bardock glanced over at the three huge crates beside him. “I’m giving you a lot. Gine was kind enough to cut the meat in portion sizes which makes it easier for you to sell. Plus, you resell at a higher price. Three thousand or I go higher and to your rival.”

Mr. Anaheim admired Bardock’s shrewd business mind. If Bardock went to his rival, he’ll lose a lot of profit. Half of his sells were due to his partnership with Bardock. His rival tried to persuade Bardock to sell to him but Bardock refused. He had loyalty to Mr. Anaheim. He was the first to buy from him when no one else would. It was very strange that this tall, hard looking muscle man came out of nowhere wanting to sell fish and dinosaurs he caught on Mount Paouz.

Mr. Anaheim asked around but no one knew anything about Bardock or his wife except the old hermit Son Gohan. He was a legend who created a name for himself as a martial artist. It was his reputation that allowed Mr. Anaheim to take a chance on Bardock. Bardock was definitely rough around the edges and inexperienced in business but he learned quick and two formed a good partnership. Bardock was still a mystery to Mr. Anaheim but he made him money and that was more important to him than Bardock and his family’s personal life.

“You drive a hard bargain, Bardock, but deal.” Mr. Anaheim signaled his workers to step forward. Three men took two trips to pick up three heavy iced crates of fish and dinosaur meat Bardock carried in the shop. The three men weren’t skinny. They were strong but in comparison to Bardock, were very weak.

As Mr. Anaheim counted Bardock’s pay, he asked, “How’s that wife of yours?”

“Gine is good. Resting.”

Mr. Anaheim raised a knowing eyebrow. He understood why Bardock’s wife was resting. “How much longer?”

“Another two months.”

Mr. Anaheim placed Bardock’s money in a thick envelope. “Get as much sleep as you can. Once they are born, you’re never getting it again.”

Bardock agreed as he took the money. “I know that from the other one. He’s a fireball of energy.”

Just as Bardock turned to leave, Mr. Anaheim called out to him. “Bardock.” He handed him a flyer. “I think you should try this.” As Bardock read the sheet, Mr. Anaheim explained, “You’re strong. I think you can go all the way. It’ll be good money for your family, especially with another one on the way.”

Bardock returned the paper to Mr. Anaheim. “Maybe, but it’s not my thing.”

“Talk to Gine,” Mr. Anaheim insisted. “Maybe she will convince you.”

****

“It’s a girl this time. I’m sure of it.”

Gine sipped her lemonade on the patio in her front yard. It would be nice. She’ll have an ally among her with all these men if it were true. Gine was an idealistic and hopeful woman but she was also a realist, especially now in her new life. Still, Gine humored the kind old man with a, “You think so, Gohan? I would like a girl this time but Bardock will want another son.”

Bardock’s son happily ran in the yard chasing his pet dinosaur. The dinosaur was three times the child’s size but the child didn’t fear it. He loved it, especially when the dinosaur carried him on his back and flew him around. The child was brave and reckless, playing with anything he touch. A year ago, he and Bardock came upon the baby dinosaur alone. Bardock couldn’t find the dinosaur’s parents and his son refused to leave the baby alone. His son decided to take the pet home and once Gine learned the dinosaur was an orphan the matter was settled. They were keeping it against Bardock’s wishes.

The child stopped chasing his pet when he heard the familiar roars of an air truck approaching. He knew that sound. Daddy’s coming home.

“Papa! Papa!” The little boy waved at the approaching vehicle.

As soon as Bardock stepped out of his truck, he felt the tiny arms of his son wrap around his long leg. Bardock picked up the child. “Hello, Kakarrot. Having fun today?”

Gine pushed herself on her foot as Bardock approached her. “Gine,” he greeted his wife with a kiss. Holding Kakarrot on his hip, he touched Gine’s round belly. “How’s the baby?”

“Kicked a lot earlier but she’s fine.”

“She?” A daughter would be nice but Bardock wanted a son. “You don’t know that. It might be a boy.”

“Well, Gohan said it’s a girl. He might be right.”

Bardock half rolled his eyes. He respected Gohan. Gohan welcomed him, Gine and Kakarrot to Earth after they crashed on Mount Paouz. He taught them about life on Earth and advised Bardock how his family can live but old hermit had some quirky ideas at times. “I rather wait until the child’s birth. Speculating the child’s sex is a waste of time.”

Gohan chuckled as he poured himself another glass of lemonade. “Loosen up, Bardock. It’s fun speculating.”

Knowing the two will get in a friendly argument over Bardock’s need to loosen up, Gine changed the subject. “How did the sale go?”

“Good.” Bardock pulled out the envelop Mr. Anaheim gave him and placed it on the table. “I wanna take this money and buy more equipment. West City might have what I need.”

“It should,” Gohan sipped his glass of sweet juice. “West City is one of the most scientifically advanced cities in the world. Dr. Briefs, inventor of the capsules, lives there.”

Gine noticed a folded piece of paper with the envelope of money. She opened and read the letter. “What’s this, Bardock?”

Bardock drunk from Gine’s glass. “Something Mr. Anaheim gave me. He thought I should participate.”

“Ten….ka… chi Budo…kai?” Gine read the words carefully like one read something new in a different language. “What is that?”

“Tenkachi Budokai?” Gohan’s eyes glazed over in nostalgia. He didn’t realize that time has come again. “Ah. The Strongest under the Heavens.”

“Strongest?” Bardock inquired curiously.

“It’s a tournament,” Gohan explained aware of Bardock’s renewed interest. “All the strongest martial fighters around the world compete in this tournament. There’s no killing allowed. It’s all in good fun and the winner is declared the strongest in the world. They also get 500,000 zeni.”

“500,000?” Gine gasped. “That’s a lot of money. Bardock, you should compete. We can use that money.”

“Anaheim said the same thing.” It was tempting. Bardock hadn’t a good fight since he landed on Earth. Gohan was a fair partner but nowhere near his equal. Still, the old man had tricks. He had an ability called the Kamehameha Wave. Bardock saw it once and as much as he asked, Gohan hadn’t taught him how to perform that trick. “But I can’t. We’re on Earth in hiding for a reason, Gine. We don’t want to bring attention to ourselves.”

Gine waved off Bardock’s worry. “We’ve been here for two years. No one’s come looking for us.”

“And they won’t as long as we stay hidden.”

“I understand your concerns, Bardock.” Gohan knew Bardock and Gine’s story. “But from what you told me, Earth is a backwater planet compared to the planets you plundered. They wouldn’t be looking for two adult Saiyans here. They’ll be looking for a child.” Gohan eyed Kakarrot as he reached for the envelope and flyer on the table. The child’s curiosity could not be squelch. “Someone like Kakarrot.”

It was as if a bomb was dropped on them. Gine became sullen and Bardock grimaced. The only sounds were of Kakarrot’s nonsensical babbling. Bardock put Kakarrot in a chair and walked off. Gohan wanted to shoot himself with a Kamehameha Wave. He didn’t mean it like that. “I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I was only saying….”

“We know, Gohan.” Gine placed a kind hand on Gohan’s weathered hands. “We know you meant no harm by your words.” She looked at Bardock standing alone. She felt her own heart breaking in pain. “Could you watch Kakarrot while I talk to Bardock?”

“Of course,” Gohan promised.

Gine carefully waddled to Bardock. On Planet Vegetasai, women didn’t carry their babies in their bodies as Earth women. They were extracted from their bodies and grown in an incubator until they were ready. Being the first Saiyan women in generations to carry a baby like an Earth woman made Gine very nervous. She read all the books Gohan provided her but the birth slightly terrified her. Gohan insisted they will need a midwife to aide them but Bardock was very protective of Gine and against the idea of a midwife. There was something in the child’s birth that would bring attention to them not being from Earth and Bardock wasn’t ready for the world to know their secret.

Bardock stood on the edge of the yard. He wore a frown on his handsome face as he stared at the sky. With Gohan, he learned the use of Ki and could feel Gine approaching him. This new trick Gohan taught him was useful to warn him of a possible enemy but very comforting when he knew Gine was coming to him.

“Are you okay?”

“Sometimes I wonder what planet he’s on; what’s he doing; how I couldn’t save him.”

Gine leaned on Bardock. Her hand rubbed her stomach as she gazed at the sky with her husband. “There was nothing you could do. Raditz was taken from us like all Saiyan babies when they’re measured for their power level. You didn’t know what planet he was one when we left. It was impossible to save him.” Gine was crushed they couldn’t rescue Raditz but as always, Gine saw hope with every bad news. “You save Kakarrot and our new baby growing in me.”

Gine said the right words but it didn’t ease Bardock. “I have this premonition Raditz will come here one day. He’ll be a cold, evil warrior dedicated to Freeza’s regime. He finds us, sees the life Kakarrot and our child has; sees how different it’s from the harsh life forced on him and explode in a rage of fury that won’t be satisfied until we are all dead.”

“I refuse to believe that. No matter what, Raditz is our child. No matter what anger or darkness that’s in him, we’ll push through that and get our child back. I know we can do it.”

Leave it to Gine to look at things with a spark of hope. “You and your optimism.”

Gine saw her optimism as a strength. She believed she, her husband and child can build a life here. Earth was more than what she hoped for. “So, will you enter the Tenkaichi Budokai? That money can help you buy the supplies you need.”

The money would help. Since establishing their life on Earth, Bardock used what was savaged from his and Gine’s pods and built a satellite room to monitor everything from space. He could only monitor this solar system. He needed money to buy material to make equipment that can reach outside to other galaxies.

“I don’t know. We’re here to hide, Gine. If I enter, I will win and my name will be in the news.”

“On Earth,” Gine reminded him. “Not space. The people here don’t even believe life exists on other planets. It’s arrogant but we can use that to our advantage. No one thinks we’re aliens.”

“They will if our tails are ever spotted. Damn Earthling clothes.” The jeans Bardock wore were more constricting than the Saiyan armor he used to wear. “I don’t think I will ever get use to this.”

“I like the clothes here.” Gine caressed the soft material of her summer dress. It was loose and flowing. Perfect for a woman in her condition. “When we went to South City, they had beautiful clothes in their shops. We can use some of the money from the tournament to buy clothes. Kakarrot will need some, too. He’s growing so much and there’s the baby….”

Bardock chuckled. “Okay. Okay. You made your point but we’ll lose some of the anonymity. If I become famous by that tournament, there might be questions about us. This world is very nosy about the lives of famous people. If someone becomes too curious….”

“I think we’ll be fine. Maybe this tournament is a sign we need to start integrating more with the people on this planet.” Gine looked over at Gohan and Kakarrot. Her son was playfully being chased by the kind, old man. “Kakarrot is getting older. He’s ‘preschool’ age as Gohan says. Maybe we should consider integrating him in school; build more allies; let some people know who we are.”

“What people? Like Anaheim?”

“Maybe not him but what about that friend Gohan has? Gyumao. He has a daughter our son’s age. In the last letter to Gohan, he mentioned his daughter being a spitfire. Maybe we can arrange for the two to meet and be friends. Kakarrot should have friends and not just be around us all the time.”

“What about you?” Bardock inquired. This wasn’t only about Kakarrot. “You keep bringing up the idea we need a midwife.”

“I do need one.”

“Gine…..” Bardock warned her.

Gine wouldn’t let this go. If it was only her health to be concerned with, she would agree with Bardock but there was a life inside her and Gine wanted to give it the best possible chance. She read the books on giving birth but she also wanted someone in room that knew what they were doing.

“We came here for a new life, Bardock. We escaped the one Freeza held over us. This world is so peaceful; so different from what we had. It’s time to stop hiding, live in it and take all it has to offer.”

The corner of his lips turned up in a smile. Leave to Gine to get through his stubbornness. She was right; knew it for weeks but didn’t want to admit it. “You should be a, what’s that word I read in that Earth book, ‘motivational speaker’?”

“I think that’s word.” Gine shrugged unsure herself. “Sounds like it.” Like her husband, Gine was still learning Earth terminology. “So….” Gine pursued carefully, “will you enter the Tenkaichi Budokai?”

Bardock considered Gine’s words. She made a lot of good points. The money will help them a lot. He can buy the equipment he needs to build a better monitoring system and listen to transmissions outside this galaxy. Earth would be the last place Freeza would come to. It had an abundance of resources and the power levels of the people were very weak but it was so far off from any other galaxies and universes with life. It wouldn’t be of interest to conquer a planet so far out. As Gohan said, if they wanted, they would send a Saiyan baby before they sent an adult and all the Saiyans were gone except a handful.

It meant Gine, Kakarrot and their new child can live a peaceful life here. It didn’t curb the nasty premonition Bardock had of Raditz returning as an adult; fighting his younger brother and wanting to kill him. If it came to that, Bardock was ready to fight his son but as Gine said, they couldn’t live in fear. That was definitely not the Saiyan way.

“All right, Gine. I’ll enter the tournament. Maybe… maybe we’ll find a midwife.”

“I’m sure there are plenty at Gyumao’s village.” She clapped her hands as an idea popped in her mind. “Let’s invite Gyumao and his daughter here. We’ll introduce Kakarrot to Gyumao’s daughter.” The ideas for this meeting raced so fast in Gine’s mind not even Bardock could stop her. “We can do it this week. I can prepare a lovely, yummy meal. You can brush up on your fighting skills with Gyumao and Gohan. Gohan told me Gyumao received the same training he did from his teacher, Master Roshi.”

Bardock already knew what was going on in his wife’s mind. “If you’re trying to pair up our son with this Earthling child…..”

“I’m only saying Kakarrot needs a playmate.”

“I know what you’re doing.” Bardock was no fool. He knew what his wife had in mind with meeting Gyumao and his daughter. Gine used the television and books Gohan gave her to learn about Earth customs. She liked the idea of children playing together for fun, going to school and dating. She voiced more than once wanting that for their children.

Gine raised herself on her toes to place sweet kiss on Bardock’s lips. “And??”

Bardock laughed. He won’t win with her. He put his arm around Gine as they walked back to Gohan and Kakarrot. “All right. Set it up. If it’s safe, if we can trust Gyumao and if Kakarrot and his daughter get along, we’ll tell them about us. We’ll even get that midwife you want so bad.”

“Yay!” Gine squealed.

Bardock kissed the top of Gine’s head tenderly. “Like you said, we have a life on Earth now. It’s time we live in it.”

#BadaGineweek #BadaGine #Bardine #Bardock #Gine #Son Gohan Sr #kakarot #The Life We Share #Part One #dragon ball #fanfiction #bardineweek

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sweetescapeartist · 4 years ago

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Since there is barely anybody that looks at this blog now, imma say some things now that I'll reveal later on Twitter (maybe). Also this is gonna be a long read so you can read if you wanna or not. Its kinda a rant.

I started this blog because I liked Dragon Ball and wanted to share my ideas and things I liked with other fans. I enjoyed that. Krillin is my favorite character so I wanted to show him some love & maybe get more ppl to like him. Then eventually I started drawing nsfw art.

I began doing so because there's a great lack of Krillin positive nsfw art. Eventually on my Twitter, I gathered a following that like to see Krillin getting some love. I also went from sfw with my OC Tobi to drawing nsfw. The problem I have with both is that I don't have time as much to draw what is like to. Nor do I care as much for nsfw art.

So this is what I'm trying to say. I have other things I want to do. I draw for free and accept some requests. I'm not getting paid and I feel like I'm wasting my time somewhat. The positive is that more ppl have come to like Krillin and hopefully more will later. There aren't a lot of nsfw artist that promote Krillin. Its all about Saiyans and I understand why. I like Saiyans too. But its always at the expense of human characters that I like especially Krillin.

"Vegeta got beat up by 18 so he deserves to dick her down"

"18 should be with anyone else but Krillin. She should be with a Saiyan."

I'm seriously tired of it, ya know? Its just such negativity. I've tried to combat it with positivity and that does work but that's not what most ppl seem to care about or see. Krillin means a lot to many of us. Yes, we know he's a fictional character but he's someone we can latch on to and see ourselves in. How he constantly tries hard and doesnt give up despite having low self-esteem. He is very relatable and an encouraging character. So understand that it frustrates me and others when ppl keep making fun of a character we love just because of memes that are very innacurate, he's short, he's married to what most of the fandom consider the most attractive female in the series (so they're jealous of him to an extent), or when ppl downright degrade his character.

Why? Why treat a positive character so negatively? Ppl make fun of Krillin because he has PTSD but won't make fun of Future Trunks. They trash his marriage and make it seem as if 18 doesn't care for him because he has the most stable marriage in the series. They call his daughter an ugly troll but want to see her in hentai with some Saiyan. Such hypocrisy. That's why I've drawn some of the things I have.

There are drawings I've done that I haven't posted because they are so disrespectful to characters like Vegeta or Gohan. And I love Gohan so that's a reason why I never posted them. I'm a positive person but it seems many ppl only respond to negative. So here's what I've done/plan to do.

I have some comics planned to draw along with some pictures. The pictures vary on what they will be, but the comics... Here's what they are.

I will be making NTR comics starring Krillin but he is the main character. There are too many of him being portrayed as a wimp or punk that lets everybody get with 18 besides himself. Or its done behind his back. So I'm going to have Krillin taking other character's ladies from them. Yeah its negative in a way but also positive for Krillin. Maybe this can get the point across to ppl? Idk.

But I will make a comic where Krillin gets Videl, Bulma, & Chichi. I will make others where he gets into "situations" with characters like Kale & Caulifla, Cheelai, & others. I also plan to make a comic about Roshi basically being cucked by Krillin (you'll have to wait and see to understand that one). So that's what I have planned. Hentai comics with Krillin as the lead. Its unpopular and that is why I do it.

I'll make other more positive comics too. Like a comic about Krillin getting advice then marrying 18. Ill draw stories with my OC Tobi as he lives with Krillin and his family & dates Marron. It will focus on the Chestnut family and have father/son moments with Krillin & Tobi. And ill introduce other characters too.

But here's the big thing that contradicts everything I said prior. I don't want to draw DB anymore. The fan base has kinda wore me out but so has the direction the series has gone. In bored of the writing for DBS and it being solely about Goku & Vegeta when there are other characters like Gohan & Piccolo. Its a fighting anime so why would we only want to see 2 characters? God ki was introduced so that's an easy way for everyone to get stronger and involved. But its too corporate now and lazy. And the DBS manga... so terrible. Toyotaro is a much better artist than I am and not to talk bad about him but I think DragonGarowLee is much better for the position that Toyo. DGL knows how to choreograph fights better and understands Toriyama's comedy better. Toyo doesn't know how to write the characters. He makes Goku an uncaring idiot, makes Vegeta a poorly written Goku clone, makes fun of Krillin for no reason except he doesn't like him (seriously! He has called him ugly, weak, scared, useless, & had ppl like Goku and Roshi insult Krillin. Wtf?!), he doesnt know how to create a unique character without ripping off a character Tori has done much better. And the fanboys (& girls)

Gosh! The Vegeta fans are great but they can be crazy sometimes. They ignore all the evil Vegeta has done and ignore his flaws as if he's a perfect angel. Vegeta's flaws is what makes him such an interesting character! And him being different than Goku is a good thing. But there's a weird and false understanding of his character. "Vegeta is a better dad than Goku" sure. Vegeta just knocked up Bulma then left her as. Single mother and didn't care if she or his infant son died, never hugged his son until he was 10+ yrs old & didn't love Bulma until sometime during the 7 yr time skip. He was a terrible person in a terrible relationship! THEN he became a better person and actually loving to his family. That change is what make Vegeta great. Not his power level or how many kills he has or "cool moments."

That same twisted misunderstanding of Vegeta is similar to the misunderstanding of Krillin. Ppl think he's weak and a coward. But he fights aliens & beings stronger than him and even injures stronger opponents. He smiles in the face of danger and even gets excited during fights but is smart enough not to risk others lives. Krillin nearly killed Nappa, he would've finished Vegeta with the Spirit Bomb if Yajirobe didn't alert Vegeta that Krillin was attacking him, smart enough not to fight on Namek when they're outnumbered, took on aliens stronger than him, outsmarted them & escaped, protected both Gohan & Bulma, more skilled than Ginyu when he was in Goku's body, sacrificed his safety for others like Dende & Gohan, (for real tho, Vegeta didn't see 2nd form Freeza move but Krillin was fast enough to throw Dende out of the way and sacrifice his life. Krillin saw Freeza attacking and Vegeta who is supposed to be stronger did not see Freeza move!), he was the first person to actually damage Freeza and then taunted the Emperor of the Universe, he's always there for his friends, knew better than everybody else that if the androids defeated Vegeta & Trunks then he shouldn't get involved. He saved 18 who was innocent in this timeline, helped 16, wished for the bombs out of 17 & 18 so they could live normally. Then fast forward to DBS he fought to protect his family & planet & 18 calls him "cool", he conquers his PTSD and gained new power he always had but laid dormant, he defeated someone who actually hurt 18. & there are things he's done I didn't even mention.

And ppl constantly saying Goku is a bad dad. He's waaaaaaaay better of a father compared to Vegeta if were being honest.

I guess I've seen a lot of the negative side of the fandom and its disappointing. So I'm at a point where I kinda don't care. I'll make my comics but after I'm done with what I have planned, I'm just done with DB. I won't stop drawing entirely but I won't draw any requests unless I feel like it, I won't keep up with much DB news and content. I just want to come back to Tumblr, draw Krillin fanart, draw Tobi, write some rewrites, draw Tobi's story & that's it. Ill be a part of Chestnut Fest every year tho. That is one of the greatest things to come out of my time on Tumblr & Twitter. So big thanks to @chestnutisland!

But basically I'm tired of the fandom and I still enjoy parts of it but I want to do my own thing. So I'll partially be a part of the DB fandom but not in it too deep. Look forward to what I have in store. If some of my future content isn't to your liking, hopefully you ccan find something else I've done that you'll enjoy. But its still been fun & I've enjoyed the ppl I've talked too & friends I've made.

#my thoughts #dragon ball #dragon ball z #dragon ball super #rant #krillin #comics #my plans

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tellywoodtrash · 5 years ago

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sanjivani 29.10.19 lb

sid i swear to god, i'm not going to forgive you for this.

this manager is being helpful to the point of overbearing. take a hint, creep.

men ain't shit bb. men ain't shit. you know what this means. you've got to become THE best doctor in the goddamn world, and flex on him for the rest of your lives.

would it have killed them to run an iron over her outfit??? nothing bothers me more than wrinkly clothes. (if you can't tell already, i am an obsessive ironer.)

...... this is a hospital, not some kinda run of the mill office, ki sab hi ikkhatta ho gaye ek jagaah announcement sunne ko. matlab...... hadh hi hai?? THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO NEED CRITICAL MEDICAL ATTENTION AND Y’ALL ARE JUST STANDING AROUND LIKE THIS IS A RAILWAY STATION.

neil and rahil look really unhappy and that’s the mood for the day.

lmao i saw an insta post yest comparing sid in this outfit to munnabhai, and since then i cannot get it outta my head.

UNCANNY!

honestly, i'm just fwding till the real meaty bits.

oh ishani. babe.

also lord why are they doing this here in front of literally everyoneeeeeee??? i'm dying of secondhand embarrassment.

i hate when he makes this hard face. it's the look in all his modeling pics, that made me never wanna check out any of his shows.

RAHIL IS LIKE UWOTM8!?!??!?!?

juhi is like surprised, but not really, coz who better than her to know about the fuckery of sanjivani men. barson se chali aa rahi hai yeh toh...

everyone's more pissed at asha. because mardon ka chutiyaapa toh chalta hi rehta hai BUT THIS KINDA BEGHAIRTI FROM A GIRL????????? UNBOHLIEVABLE.

neil has lasers coming out of his eyes.

rahil toh daant aise chabaa raha hai, haaaaaye arnav/asad/shivaay ki yaad aa gayi!

oh asha. i know there must have been some super big reason for you to do this, but honestly i wanna beat that simpering smile off your face.

neil looks to have gotten over his fear of blood coz he wants to cut a bitch rn.

can we track down those ganpati waale gunday and contract them to do an encore beatdown on sid???? coz he's asking for it. he's dying for it.

vardhan like itni kameengi toh mujhe bhi nahi sooji???

oh boy. ishani is losing it. i can't watch this, i can't. it’s too hard.

SID JOOTEIN NAHI, POORA KA POORA 18 WHEELER MAAROONGI MAIN TUJHE.

YOU KNOW WHAT SID. YOU'RE RIGHT, AFTER ALL. YOU ARE A MANHOOS. BUT NOT COZ OF BAD LUCK OR WHATEVER KACHRA SUPERSTITION CRAP YOU BELIEVE, BUT COZ TUM EK MARD HO. AUR MARD HOTEIN HI MANHOOS HAIN.

rahil is the bigggggggggest fucking mood in this show at all fucking times.

WHY IS THIS HAPPENING IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE DAMN HOSPITAL IS MY QUESTION?!?!?!? GOD I AM FUCKING DYINGGGGGGGGGGGGG. WHO THE HELL ARE THESE PPL WHO AIR THEIR DIRTY LAUNDRY LIKE THISSSSSSSSSSS???? LIKE THIS ISN'T EVEN ‘EK BAAR PEHNA ON A KINDA SULTRY, HUMID DAY’ WAALA TSHIRT, IT'S WAVING YOUR RATTY, PERIOD-STAINED UNDIES AROUND KINDA HOT MESS. I AM IN ACTUAL PHYSICAL PAIN RIGHT NOW.

*clings to rahil as my emotional anchor; now and forever*

how fucking big of an asshole move do you have to have pulled when even VARDHAN is like goddddayummmm????

"ab yeh kya nayi nautanki hai??? hospital hai ki theatre?"

LMAO RISHABH IS ME. I AM RISHABH.

vardhan is like oh my fellow asshole is here, i can't look soft in front of him, lemme turn up the jerk-o-meter to throw him off ki i was genuinely flummoxed at what’s going on.

STOP CREATING A SCENE??!??!?!?!? SHE SHOULD STOP CREATING A SCENE?!!?!?!?!?!??????????? OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDD I HOPE SHASHANK AND JUHI ARE READY TO SCRUB IN REAL QUICK, COZ I'M ABOUT TO FUCKING BLOW A MAJOR BLOOD VESSEL IN MY FUCKING BRAIN RN, FROM SHEER RAGE.

oh no. girl on girl violence.

every time he's called asha "meri biwi", i have lost 8 months off my life span. by the end of this track my estimated time of death should be within the year.

okay sid, till now i was like tolerating this bs; but now this accusation that she was stalking you and making your life difficult, and generally blowing her professional/personal reputation up to bits at her workplace? NOPE. WE OFFICALLY UNSTAN. THIS IS NO LONGER A DR. SIDDHANT MATHUR FAN BLOG FOR THE FORESEEABLE FUTURE.

lmao rishabh and vardhan's faces.

"tum mere liye kuch bhi nahi ho. you mean nothing to me."

UM SHASHANK, COME COLLECT YOUR SON OR BHAANJA OR BHATIJA OR WHATEVER THE FUCK HE IS TO YOU.

oh. not necessary, shashank. ishani has done the needful.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA I AM RISHABH.

oh NOW these two interfere. 15 minute tak toh nautanki dekhe khade the.

lmao kyaaaaa hi jodi hai yeh. aisa lagta hai bhai dooj manaane bhai choti behen ko le jaa raha hai.

yup. pretty sure my theory is correct; that asha's family was somehow threatening to drag her ass back to haryana and get her married, and she called sid for help, and he thought this would solve BOTH their problems. she gets to stay here and be a doctor, and he gets a foolproof method to get ishani to hate him and stay tf away. extreme chutiyaapa on both sides, that should have just had a proper honest conversation with ishani, instead of steamrollering her like this.

NEIL KE SAR PE KHOON SAWAAAAR AND I KINDA FUCKING LOVE IT??????????????????? NICE TO SEE THIS SIDE OF HIM.

lol why does everyone chadhofy on rahil every time sid is accused of some bullshit? this bechaara is the onlyyyyy voice of reason in sid's godforsaken life.

BUT ALSO, OMG NEIL FOR FRIEND OF THE YEAR?!?!?!? “MERI DOST KA DIL TOOTA HAI!!!!!!!!!!!!” THE MOST WHOLESOME BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

is aman asha's real husband or naaaaaaaah? that's all i need to know, honestly.

is he in hiding coz asha’s fam knows him and would be looking for him???? or omg what if he ran away last moment when asha needed help (coz lbr, he’d be the first one asha would go to) and that’s why sid had to step up????? OMG AMAN, WHERE ARE YOU?!!?!?!?!!? COME TF BACK AND EXPLAIN YOURSELF/ALL THAT’S GOING ON HERE.

oh boy, the hospital's two most savage bois are tag-teaming to verbally destroyyyyyyyy asha where she stands. i do nottttttt envy her rn. 😬😬😬

ok there's no need for THAT.

ouffffffffffff, abhi yeh alag siyappa.

aye chal be, personal idhar dhindora peet peet ke kaun laaya tha? hospital ke lobby mein sasta soap opera karke TU bol raha hai ki professional behave karo???? literally gtfo my boys' faces before i set you on fire.

white coat ke saath ab munnabhai outfit is totally complete.

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i hope this is the beginning of ishani's supervillain story.

#sanjivani #sj lbs #episode liveblogs

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s-bitty-place · 5 years ago

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Dracaena smiled wide, she seen the newest fae bitty and fell completely more in love with one of them. They had been mentioned before but not much was known until Aja put up the poster online with their little general bio. The other personal bitties that had been there for a while, especially Tam and Bam, smirked at the feeling of excitement rolling off the dragon-skele. Taiwo was surprised as Kehinde felt it, it being contagious to him while Taiwo tugged at her horns once on a shoulder.

“Oh, sorry dear.” Dracaena says, still smiling but calming herself down- don’t need Taiwo getting hurt by too much positivity, at least more than he can handle.

“It’s fine, but why did you get excited?” Taiwo asks, such a curious little Nightmare.

“Oh, I’ve just seen the online ad for a Mystery Glitch. It’s an Error type, mostly harmless. They’re being adopted out by Aja.” Dracaena told Taiwo who looks at the ad. The other fae however, when they heard Aja’s name and flew to their Mama.

“We can go visit right? We wanna see Miss Aja again.” Koga chirped, Yasha beside him. Dracaena nods, the flying bitties zooming around her in excitement.

“Calm down.”she chuckles before ‘scratching’ (pure goop is hard to give scritches) Taiwo’s head,” You okay dear?”

“I’m fine, I’ll need to calm my negativity down by that outburst of positivity.” Taiwo tells the skele-drake. She nods and puts the gooper on Majors’ shoulder, Taiwo adjusting and taking out some of Major’s negativity to eat.

“Thanks Tai.” Major says to the bitty that nods at him, feeling better. Kehinde giggles and goes to Blue Smoke, who has gotten better at talking with the others. Once the fae bitties were settled in a horn or on shoulders, she grabbed the new sash made for bitties to go into before heading to Aja’s place. It was very different than the last time she came here, but it was good.

“Haven’t seen you in a while.” Andres chuckles, seeing the dragon-skele.

“Saw the Mystery Glitch, and I love these guys.” Dracaena says, Yasha asleep in the pouch with Koga waving to one of the caretakers.

“Ah, that makes a bitty lovable, huh?” Andres asks, seeing the little bitties.

“Yeah, the bitties wanted to visit. Yasha’s been our nightguard, he sleeps mostly during the day but he patrols at night.” Dracaena told Andres as the android nodded, the other fae bitties looking around on their own- other bitties talking with the older bitties that had been adopted.

“That’s interesting, at least you’re compromising.” Andres tells Dracaena who nods.

“Mind walking me to the Mystery Glitch’s. I wanna see which one will like a big family.” Dracaena hums, Andres nodding as they left the counter area. Wildflower noticed first that Andres had taken Dray to the meet and greet room. He landed close to the room, Fandom close behind.

“How many do you think she’ll actually adopt?” Fandom asked his friend-Wildflower smiling.

“Possibly three, maybe more.”

“How bold of you to assume that she is the one to find them.” Fandom counters, smiling. Wild rolled his eyes,almost everyone played pranks on each other, never harmful of course. Dying Taiwo pink was the hardest prank but it had came with a little bit of issues-apparently once put in goop(even if it was bitty-safe) was hard to dissolve it, therefore making Erratic drink dye that was being expelled slowly from Taiwo was the last time they did it. By time all of the dye was gone, Erratic had a bellyache and demanded cuddles. Dracaena was only informed of this after the prank was done.

“Hello, who are you?” a bitty asks, a Kis by what he looks like.

“I’m Fandom, a Sing-Song; this is Wildflower, a Faun. That’s our mama Dray in the meeting room with Andres.” Fandom says cheerfully, the Kis nodding while Wild was blushing. He’s seen their general info and bio before, but again, being up close to one was different.

“It’s nice to meet you, most Faun bitties seem to think of us Kis as competition with nature.” the Kis says, Wild nodding.

“I can see why, Mama has a garden for us. It’s mainly to keep me occupied and there’s always vegetables there. Fandom sometimes keeps pests out.” Wild tells the Kis who flushes too and nods.

“A mystery glitch to complete the fae types?” The Kis asks and Fandom smiles and nods, automatically knowing a crush was forming. Dracaena was talking with a Mystery Glitch that was holding a young NINEmare, the third tail visible.

“Welp, I’ll leave you two!” Fandom giggles and Wild flushed violently, practically guessing why.

“I can show you around to the other places that we are in the shop.” The Kis tells Wild, either oblivious to Fandom’s intention or completely ignoring it.

“That would be great.”Wild says, going with the other bitty, glad to get a tour. Fandom just smiled and sat on an edge near the tanks, still close to Mama Dracaena. Andres was still with her, but it appears that the NINEmare would be coming home with the Mystery Glitch. It looks like the Glitch either adopted the Mare or they adopted each other.

“Hello little one, what are you doing up here?” It was Aja who was smiling at Fandom.

“Waiting for Mama Dray and the others Momma Aja.” Fandom giggles and Aja nods, having not seen the dragon-skele in a while. A suckle to Fandoms foot was his answer as a Shitogi, curious eyes looking at him.

“We don’t have any other aquatic bitties right now.”Dracaena informs, making Aja, Fandom and the Shitogi jump. She chuckles, Andres sighing at his friend.

“The Shitogi must’ve wanted to play.” Andres says and Fandom nods, Dracaena humming.

“I like him.” Fandom says, clearly interested in the sea-horse like bitty. Dracaena nods, calling Major up for an update. Looks like Aja will help with more bitties getting adopted.

“It’s nice seeing you again, and with the Dreamy bitty and Sweatie too.” Aja giggles, seeing Yasha and Koga cuddling.

“They’re mates Momma Aja.” Fandom informs, getting a light glare by the dozing Dreamy bitty.

“Aw! I think I seen your little Faun with a Kis bitty.” Aja informs Dracaena who nods in a defeated motion.

“It seems that I’ll adopt more than I planned.” Dracaena sighs, Andres chuckling at her, having heard how many bitties she has.

“I’m Yasha, the Sweatie is Koga; our Faun is Wildflower while the Sing-Song is Fandom.” Yasha told his old caretaker while cuddling his mate.

“Do you want to get the forms out of the way?” Aja asks Dracaena who nods. The Mystery Glitch had decided to sit on a horn with the NINEmare. There were giggles as the Kis from earlier came to the desk and had Wild on his back. The Faun had a big smile from how fast the Kis had got them from one location to another.

“My bitties found other bitties.” Dracaena jokes, Wild flustered at the good-hearted insinuation. The Kis looks at him and Dray before Andres came back with the Shitogi that had been curious of Fandom and sucked on tiny toes in a carrying thing.

“Seems that you always adopt more than you try.” Aja jokes and Dracaena smiles fondly. It was no secret that she tended to adopt bitties together, it would settle them in quicker.

“Your adopting us four?” The Glitch asks and Dracaena affirmed, the Kis and Shitogi excited.

“You come up with your own names, Mama says it’s polite to let you name yourself.” Koga told the new group.

“Paint!” The Shitogi calls, the Kis chuckling. Flower was sitting by Fandom who was teasing him about a newfound crush.

“I like Raine.” The Kis told his future owner who coos at him.

“E after the regular spelling?” Dracaena hums and Raine nods before the two in the horn chirp in.

“We decided that I’ll be Codex and the NINEmare will be Dew, like the morning dew.” Codex says, Dracaena putting the names down on the form. Once it was filled out, the carrier for Paint being carried by Dracaena while the others were in the bitty carrier- Codex and Dew still in the horns.

They got home, Major looking unsurprised as they greeted him-some black patches on his bone.

“Welcome home, I installed a tank in the bitty room, filled it and got a reliable filter on it. Then the faerie homes are up, electronics in the Mystery Glitch’s. There’s electronics throughout the home and shop- practically unbreakable too.”Major told his sister.

“Thank you, I honestly only went for one.” Dracaena chuckles, Major nodding.

“Well, I pretty much expect it from you,so what types and what names do they have?” Major hums. The aquatic bitty smiles and looks at Major.

“I’m Paint!” Paint greets, Wild and Raine talking as Dew and Codex looked at this new skeleton.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you. Dray will most likely bring you to the shop so you won’t be alone. I’ll have to put a new filter in that tank and order some of that sand from Miss Aja.” Major hums and sees Paint’s curiosity intensify.

“Lets get dinner first and relax for the night.” Dracaena says softly, Wild yawning and leaning against Raine. Out of the four fae, Wild was always the first to fall asleep then it would be Fandom, after Fandom it would be Koga who had to be ushered by Yasha to sleep. Yasha would make sure his mate was asleep before he left for a patrol.

“Okay!” Raine chirps, helping Wildflower to the table. Grabbing out fruits,vegies-meat for those that ate that, Dracaena started cooking, Major helping.

“Who are you and what’s your problem?” Codex asks, blunt and snarky. Major looks surprised while looking at Codex.

“I’m Major, a child of an Underswap Sans and an Underfell Sans. My folks don’t remember me cause of a reset. I don’t know what you mean about ‘problem’ though.” Major introduces himself, Dracaena nodding. Codex looked at him and raised a figurative eyebrow as Dew hopped down onto a shoulder then went to Major’s shoulder.

“Your aura feels like an Error bitty.” Codex told Major and he nods.

“An Error is my uncle, he’s pretty relaxed compared to others.” Major chuckles, pretty used to goop on his shoulder by now-Taiwo likes to feed off his high anxiety and helps him.

“That makes sense, Dew likes you.” Codex says softly, watching the young bitty.

“I’ve been meaning to ask, what’s your relationship with Dew?” Yasha asks, fully awake and wings vibrant. Codex nods and keeps an eye on Dew.

“He’s a runt, doesn’t have a Nightails brother.” Codex says and Yasha nods, not prying into the other faeries life. It was clear that Dew had adopted some of a Mystery Glitch’s behavior, but still having a curious nature that normally appeared with Dracaena’s bitties.

“Your his caretaker?” Dray asks calmly and Codex hums, not saying anything for confirmation. After they ate, Major took the couch and decided to sleep on it while Dracaena took the bitties upstairs- making sure to show them all of the accessibility for bitties- taking them into the bitty room, Paint put into the filtering water to get relaxed. Codex was shown his home, each faerie had an individual nest but oftentimes they would sleep in Yasha’s nest for cuddles. The nest was inside little balls with a closable door (something Yasha and Koga had up during their heats or for alone time), each nest was different because each bitty was.

Wild had barely made it to the nest, but Raine decided to sleep with the flying bitty for comfort. Dray just hummed but let Codex take his kit up with him. If they didn’t want to sleep with new bitties then they could deal with it in the morning.

@ajadeideidy / @bittiesfromplushies

Adopted(this visit)-

Shitoji- Paint

Kis- Raine

NINEmare- Dew

Mystery Glitch- Codex

Bitties from previous adopt of this center-

Fandom- Sing-Song

Wildflower- Faun bitty

Yasha-Dreamy Bitty

Koga- Sweatie bitty

Mentioned-

Tam/Tapper and Bam (Paperjam bitties)

Taiwo(Nightmar) and Kehinde(Dream)

#bittybones #storytime #NINEmare bitty #Mystery Glitch #Shitogi #Kis #story

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royalriii · 6 years ago

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Saioumota Week Day 4

Please, do not hesitate to point out any errors in characterization, grammar, spelling or otherwise. I will do my best to fix it immediately.

@saioumotaweek

(Secrets/Blood/Jealousy)

Stupid… his own stupidity led him here. He should've known better that the lead had been a trap.

And now all he could do was wait for the Grim Reaper as warm red liquid seeped into his clothes, and left him with a headache as he looked down at it.

Just breathe, Shuuichi.

He called the emergency number. He'd informed Kokichi and Kaito of his whereabouts through a call.

The knife was still in his stomach blocking the blood as he calmly lay flat on the cement and looked at the stars he and his boyfriends had shared many happy memories with.

It would be all over the news. Saihara Shuuichi, the protagonist and Ultimate Detective of the last ever Danganronpa 53 was dead.

Another victim to the notorious Kibou Kiraa who had also taken the life of Akamatsu Kaede six months prior.

Kaito and Kokichi… he didn't know how they'd handle it. He'd seen them deal with hardships, sure. But losing a loved one as he knew he was to them could not compare to debt or sickness.

But they were strong and they'd make it through, he knew that too.

---

“Hey… you're a Gemini aren't you, Kokichi?” Kaito asked.

"Yup! My starsign fits me to a T! It's perfect for a two- faced liar such as me. Hey… that rhymed, I'm a poet, didn't know it."

Kaito simply ignored that and pointed to the sky. "It's visible tonight. Look here."

"Ehh?! That's it?! The supreme leader of evil, aka me deserves something much more extravagant!"

"Ah, um…" Shuuichi began. "Well… I don't know what extravagant is by your standards but… it's gorgeous. Like you."

“…” He didn't need to look at Kokichi's face to know that he was blushing.

Kaito laughed. "Nice job, Shuu. Now, let's see… over here this constellation is…"

---

It was that time of the year again, Shuuichi's breath was labored but he couldn't forget how Gemini looked. Not after that wonderful night.

It felt like Kokichi was with him in a way. And after the autopsy on his body had been completed…

He and Kaito would at least be pleased to know he didn't go down without a fight. He'd scratched the culprit's face and drew blood. He'd made sure not to disturb the knife's fingerprints.

Along with the evidence he had gathered so far it was only a matter of time before the culprit would be caught and charged for the serial murders of all the Danganronpa protagonists who were simply trying to live out normal lives and recover from that hell.

"Shuu! Shuu! Where are you?!"

…Was someone looking for him?

---

“Hey, could I tell you two something?” Shuuichi asked flopping on to the ground after his final sit up.

“Yeah, sure.” Kaito responded.

“Something to tell me? Well, what is it? Say it right away and maybe I won't send my organization after you."

“I don't... nn… I don't know exactly when it happened. Or how even. But… I think, at some point I fell in love. With both of you.”

“I love you too, Shuuichi. And I hate to admit it but Kokichi as well. Though… it might be hard to pull this off.”

Kokichi's face was an unreadable blank slate. He looked at both of them and met their eyes. “Kaito's right, y'know? If all three of us date it might be reeaallly hard to pull off. People can't mind their own beeswax sometimes. Even if no one's hurting them.”

“I'm aware of that. I just, I just…fell in love, you know? If you don't want to, I'm sorry. I won't-”

“But.” Kokichi cut him off. “If you realllly wanna date the supreme leader of evil then I'm willing to try.” His expression suddenly turned soft. “For my beloved Shuumai and Momo of course.”

“Yeah, I do. And I'm willing to as well." Shuuichi said, relieved that it had gone smoothly.

“So, boyfriends?" Kaito asked.

“Yeah. I'd love that.” Shuuichi affirmed, smiling as he quickly kissed Kaito and Kokichi.

---

"He's here! He's here!" His vision was blurry as he tried to focus on who'd found him.

Warm purple eyes… ridiculously curly hair…

As he tries to speak he chokes on his own blood. "Ko…ki…ch-chi?"

“I'm here. Momo too.” The voice sounds like it's about to cry. He smiles and weakly tries to move something, a hand or whatever. But all he has the strength to do is blink.

“Hey! You! Get him on a stretcher! Now! He has to make it!” A brash voice sounded. He'd know it anywhere. Kaito…

He feels himself being carefully lifted up and placed back down. And then he's higher up, closer to the sky.

Make it? That'd be a dream come true. He badly wanted to live. Get married to Kaito and Kokichi, adopt a baby maybe…

A girl? Kaito would insist on naming her something after space. Like… Miya or Ayahi were pretty names, Shuuichi thought.

Well, that would happen in their next life, Shuuichi decided. He'd find them again and they'd live out the happy endings they all deserved. A family life with Kaede and Maki next door, their kids having a really close cousin relationship.

But for now, in this life, this was enough. He was with the two people who had always made him happy including in his final moments.

He looks up at the sky and easily finds Gemini again. This was enough. He lets himself be lulled by the running of the paramedics and closes his eyes.

He remembers Kaito's loud laugh and the way he was so expressive with hand gestures he may as well have been a foreigner. The way he always encouraged Shuuichi through hard times with such a firey spirit. The spiky purple hair and the tan skin and the ever-lasting smile.

He remembers Kokichi's nishishis. His cleverness and the way he'd always have a goal whenever he did anything. How he always perfectly timed a game, joke, or prank to distract them from frustrations such as a failed exam or being seen as only fiction after all they'd worked for. worked for and replace that frustation with annoyance or most commonly laughter. Creepy faces and adorable smiles.

He 'd find them again, someday. He swore that, and willingly grabbed the Grim Reaper's hand.

#saioumotaweek2018 #saioumota #shuichi saihara #kaito momota #kokichi ouma #shuuichi saihara #saihara shuichi #saihara shuuichi #ouma kokichi #kokichi oma #oma kokichi #{ever ever after: my writing}#danganronpa #dangan ronpa

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digitalflameonline · 3 years ago

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57SKi: LILFACETAT

Hello 57SKi thanks for being with us today, coming straight out of Atlanta, which part of Atlanta are you from, and how long have you been making music and when did it really become your number one priority?

I come out of Nawf Atlanta. Spent a few years on the Eastside. I made my first song at like 11, never recorded foreal till I was probably 17, junior year of High School. It’s always been my passion to make music, but I got serious about it and made it my priority two years ago.

You’re first debut album “DARKSIDE” just dropped this year how long did you work on that project what was the thought process and mentality while working on it?

I’d been wanting to do the project for a while, I was just waiting on the right time. All my music ideas are properly planned before I even execute them. I think I was locked up when I came up with the idea for the project and when I was actually writing for the project so my whole mindset was just really kinda dark, grimy. I feel like I brought back old down south Trap Rap. 2008 Gucci vibes.

It seems on Apple Music your first song was 2018 have you ever dropped anything before that on other platforms?

Yeah I have a whole bunch of old content on my soundcloud, I just recently started back using it. Some people were telling me they don’t have Apple Music or Spotify so I posted the album on there too for them. Name is: 57$Ki

Are there and underground artist that you want to work with or looking to work with whether it be musicians, videographers etc?

Music wise I wanna do a song with Doe Boy, I don’t know if he’s considered underground but I think me and him would snap on some shit. Video wise I wanna shot with Jerry Production. I also got something in the works with PackVisuals, I liked his stuff for a while.

Aside from corona have you tried to get involved in more shows or even do a mini 3 -5 state tour or even a Georgia wide tour?

Touring has been something I have thought about. Its definitely on my list. But I have to make sure I’m safe not just for myself, but my family too. I just been doing shows in the city right now and looking into doing shows at some colleges.

You have mention Guwops “1017” are you looking to sign to a label or are you sticking to be independent right now?

If Gucci offer me I’m taking it. That’s been a life long dream to sign 1017. But besides him whether it’s independent or signing it just has to be beneficial for me.

How much time do you like to spend in the studio?

When I’m deep in album mode I’m probably going to the studio 4 times a week 6+ hours a session. I’m always writing and I feel like I get better by the song. I would love to go everyday but I just realistically don’t have the time to.

You’re flow really doesn’t have a comparison to any artist, who are some of your favorite musicians or biggest influences you’ve had growing up or since you’ve started making music?

Gucci. 50 Cent. People always ask me who I would compare myself to and I say them two and they look at me crazy. Im giving you the Gucci feel but I’m really saying some hard shit like 50.

Since taking music on as a career what’s a day like for 57SKi?

I’m with the family mostly, especially with me getting ready to have a baby boy. I’m at the studio. If I’m not at the studio, I’m planning out my next moves everyday putting some type of effort into the craft.

Thanks for allowing us to get you on the books my guy, any shoutouts or announcements you’d like to make for the new readers and viewers?

What are somethings you’re working on at the moment or pending? More music? Visuals? Merch?

I wanna shout out the lovely mother of my children, my Smackedville family, any and everyone who genuinely supports me. To the readers definitely tap into the album ‘Darkside Ch. 2’. Follow my Instagram @57ski, all my links are in the bio. I have a short film in the works with PackVisuals, shows lined up, music on the way so you want to make sure you’re following all my links to stay in the loop.

57$Ki Smackedville ENT

Social Media: https://linktr.ee/57ski

https://music.apple.com/us/album/darkside-ch-2/1577100122

(Digital Flame™ 2018 Los Angeles, CA)

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justjessame · 4 years ago

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A Little Ass and A Lotta Sass Chapter 46

For the week before our meeting in Alexandria, Negan worked with his most trusted, and the ones that I’d pegged as being the most loyal, to scout the ins and outs from the three communities to be certain of any possible hiding spots, prospective places for an ambush, and other security measures. By some stroke of luck, the Saviors didn’t make contact with anyone from the other communities, so there wasn’t anything more that we’d have to work to get past with the others.

The days passed as we hammered out what Negan would be willing to agree to, for our family’s and our people’s safety. We also discussed the possibility of adding a baby to our little family. I loved Carl and Judith, and I knew that their additions to our family had calmed me down slightly, so that was one of my reasons for wanting another little person. Negan, beaming like he had when he first told me I might be pregnant, said that he couldn’t wait to see Dad’s face when he learned we were thinking of round two.

“Seriously, Negan, if you aren’t careful, I’ll think the ONLY reason you want to be with me and Kiara is because it burns Dad’s ass,” which it didn’t anymore, but I didn’t want to remind him since he’d have to come up with a new way to push Dad’s buttons. And I being loud in Dad’s laundry room was one thing, but with my luck, my loving husband would decide to mount me in Dad’s front yard to get the point across so to speak.

He smiled and pulled me onto his lap, since Kiara was down for the night and dinner was finished, we were in the living room discussing the future. He buried his face in my neck and I could feel his grin grow. “Do I have to remind you just how much I love you, princess?” I could feel his ‘love’ growing underneath me. “How much I want you, need you, and can’t fucking live without you?” His lips opened and he kissed my skin, flicking his tongue against my pulse. “Second baby or not, Callie,” he lifted me into his arms and started for our bedroom. “I will fucking love you until my final breath.” He put me down on our bed and I watched as his smile grew. “Poking Rick about how much you love me back is just a fucking added bonus.”

I was laughing as he tore our clothing off and didn’t stop until he slid inside me. And then, as always, Negan and I forgot the entire fucking world and got lost in one another.

Dad met us at the gates, his eyes lighting up as he finally laid eyes on Kiara Jade for the first time. She was giggling in my arms, red hair and loud, and I knew he could see the resemblance.

“Oh, Callie,” he breathed, taking her careful. His eyes were drinking her in as though she was fresh water on a hot day. “She looks just like you did,” Michonne was beside him after greeting me, and she was smiling at my little girl. “You’re Kiara Jade, huh?” He kissed her forehead and she giggled at the feeling of his whiskers, so similar to her daddy’s. “I’m your-”

“This is Pappy Rick, Jade,” Negan boomed, and I fought rolling my eyes. “He’s your grandpa, worn down and grandpa like, right Rick?”

Dad snorted, and shot Negan a look that said, ‘wanna compare driver’s licenses’, but let it go. He was enchanted, as everyone who met our little girl seemed to be. Carrying her to his house, Michonne tried, once or twice, to convince him to let her hold our baby, but he teasingly denied her. Carl was waiting with Judith, and my heart grew. My family was together, once Daryl popped out of the house that is.

“Maggie and Carol, and their people, are coming in tomorrow,” Dad was confirming with Negan. He’d conceded Kiara to Michonne and my stepmother was on the floor with her and Judith playing and making sure Judith knew her niece. “I thought we could use the Monroe house, it’s still empty. And it’s easy to keep-”

“Contained,” Daryl offered, nodding. “If this is gonna work, we gotta keep shit under control. No one can lose their fucking cool.” His eyes were on Negan, but I thought he was forgetting how volatile I could be.

“I’ll try to keep everything nice and sweet,” I offered, causing the men in my life to all focus on me and raise their eyebrows. “What? I can be nice and sweet.” And that did it, the tension broke as each one of them thought of at least ONE time I was anything but ‘sugar and spice’.

Daryl snorted first, “like that time that you yanked the ear off-” I glared at him and he grinned.

“Or oh god, that time when your knife got stuck in that guy’s-” another glare, this time at my dad and his laughter grew. Negan was looking around the room as Carl and Michonne tried to tell some of my dirtier secrets, getting stopped by a single look from me.

“I think Callie’s been holding out on me,” I rolled my eyes. “Sounds like you’re pretty fucking fierce, baby girl.” His eyes met mine and I could feel the heat in his look. Shit, the thought of me being homicidal was turning his ass on.

“I tried to tell you,” I muttered, looking down at our tiny flame haired girl. “If she’s anything like me,” a collective groan went around the room, leaving only Negan, Judith, me and Kiara out of it. “Oh shut up,” I barked at my family. “Kept your asses safe, didn’t it.”

“Technically, the guy whose ear you ripped off was only coming at me because ya told him I was faster with a than he was with a gun, and he was a pussy.” Daryl offered, and then the others chipped in how I had possibly caused the problems that I ended up solving through violence.

“But did you die?” I asked, and Negan laughed, making my lips quirk into a smile. “I mean, my mouth MIGHT have helped those assholes make the wrong decision, but you all survived and that was definitely thanks to me.”

“Keep telling yourself that, Cal,” Carl offered, picking up his niece and grinning at the giggles she seemed to freely give. “Just hope Ki-Ki doesn’t take after you.”

#negan x ofc #rick grimes daughter #The Walking Dead #alternative universe #mention of smut

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rebecca-lotto · 7 years ago

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kay , im watching the final class trial for danganronpa v3 on youtube , and im fucking shook about ki-bo’s decision..

fucking hell , someone needs to write a fix-it fic , where kiibo has a back-up of his memories

and he gets a new body , courtesy of Hajime/ izuru .

because best robot boi is givng me feels up the fucking corkscrew

and i want closure about whether or not Hajime and Izuru learn to co-exist with each other or not.

monokuma you fucking asshole , you were killing a feels fueled moment between shuichi and kiibo

fuck , i think i got a new brotp

and sweet merciful crap , i wanna hug shuichi and kiibo. the only people who should suffer through such damn despair , are the literal scum of the earth

terrible parents , such as l*s*mine and ghestis

call me a sadistic bitch if you must

that would be much more entertaining , or perhaps sheer joyful pleasure

to see the people who cause such suffering in others , go through even greater despair than what they inflicted into their victims.

because , that would be

a excellent way to bring about justice.

and *pheeew* im just happy to see shuichi get back to his senses

and the ‘mc’ position got passed around a lot. i want these kids to get a happy ending , and the big corporate bastards of team danganronpa be forced into the game of their own design

their big cash-cow franchise , being the instrument of their own down fall.

to go off on another tangent , i have problems believing in myself

like - ‘do i have a purpose in life?’

‘is there even a point to my existance , to anyone’s ??

i just ,

i already have problems processing my own emotions , it’s hard enough to keep going through things

practically on auto pilot,

i only really feel something when im on here , online

connecting with people who are going through something similar , its easier to find sympathy with fictional characters that probably know more suffering than what people in the real world do

i literally have problems with understanding my emotions , only really feeling like a real person when watching something where you get a lot of feelings about what’s going on

it just ,

i can’t change how i have my brain wired at a pin drop , i like just delving into worlds - if the other worlds are better or not compared to this one

i can be a better person than i am currently , i don’t have to pass off someone with no problems for their mental health

i can be me . just no lies , i’d be able to speak freely about things i care about with out any predjiduce

without any worry about if i live or die because of my gender , or what disability i have.

i don’t know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing , but why is it easier to open up about deeply personal stuff to complete strangers on the internet

then why can’t i open up to my own parents.

is it just , a personal obstacle that i can’t pass due to the stigmas i’ve seen in the world......

back - to the video , why was shuichi smiling ,

was it due to the audience ?

im just so confused . like

...................

i just

i already have enough fears for 20+ people , i want to be able to live without fear of everything being destroyed.

things i care about being destroyed , family , my stuffed animals ,

and things i can’t find the right words to describe entirely , processes that i’ve been using for most of my life

creativity , imagination , being able to come up with a deep story on the fly

i don’t want to lose what made

me,

do you understand?

peace , understanding , a lack of prejudice due to a mental disorder , or no discrimination between genders

i want to feel something , anything that can be

meaningful.

#personal stuff #danganronpa v3 #both are intertwined

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osekkaiyaki · 7 years ago

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@angryspacegirl @letoballz @fortunetellersapprentice

Despite faith in Morgan's abilities, Venan knew that the demon wouldn't be contained for long, even with the witch's family history of dealing with them. Even after they had laid out the plan to contain him, Shuko still pressed the importance of fusing with Scorin; Something would go wrong, a misstep on the young witch's part, anything.

She still couldn't believe, for all the trouble he had caused in the past, and the trouble caused now, that this demon known as 'Demodé ' to mortals was her long lost friend Grendine. The whole event left a horrible, long-lasting heaviness in the pit of her stomach.

Before parting ways after the summoning in Hell, Venan insisted that Morgan contact her immediately above anyone else if the demon managed to break the witch’s makeshift spellcraft dog leash. In the meantime, she made to prepare for the inevitable escape, travelling to Earth to seek out Scorin.

It wasn't hard, her ki signature was coming from exactly where Venan had guessed, she was at work. After meeting in Hell. Venan had given the Saiyan a second chance at life after dying along with her home planet. Resurrecting first and asking permission later, Venan had set Scorin up with a new life on Earth, insisting that since other Saiyans had integrated into Human society, she should as well. Eventually Scorin had found herself a job at a Burger Daddy in West City, and besides time for training, had found herself living a quiet life.

Venan had ordered a burger and sat while she waited for Scorin's break, the two occasionally shared awkward glances and before long, Scorin had joined her in the booth.

"I thought I told you not to come around here while I was working?"

"I know, I know, but honestly, you're lucky I even waited for you to take you're break." The burger sit untouched, only bought so that she had reason to get her friend's attention. While they sat, Venan explained the situation to her as best she could with how strange it was.

"So let me get this straight," Scorin started with a sigh, "You want me to take...who knows how much time off of work...to prepare for some fight and...some other stupid bullshit that I think isn't actually possible...because some friend of yours from school is a demonic nutcase that's possessed your love interest and wants to take over the universe...and also you were told how to beat him by some future hussie? I've always thought you were crazy, but this is the topping let me tell you."

The Kai cringed at the use of Love Interest, but didn't address it any further. "Anyway, this is serious. Please Scorin, even if it is stupid and that doesn't work, you're still the only person I have left!"

The Saiyan leaned back against the booth and stared up at the ceiling in thought. After a few moments, she returned her attention back to her friend. "I'll take a week off to train, that's it. And I will help you fight this guy, but I'm not going to do any stupid 'fusion dance' you saw some two jerkoffs do in Hell one time when shit went down and you, surprise, weren't doing your job. AAAND, you're going to think long and hard about how you're gonna repay me for it too." Her pointed finger for emphasis reached down, and snatched up the untouched burger. "That's it that's all."

"Fine...fine. I'm sure we can do it just fine with the two of us." Venan replied, surprised at first that the burger had been taken, but didn't bother to argue for it back. "I'll let you know if something happens or if he gets loose before then...in the meantime, thank you."

Scorin nodded and grunted, the burger gone within two bites. "Yeah, just make sure it's worth it. I don't want to break my employee of the month chain."

Removing herself from the booth, Venan scoffed. "It will be, in the sense that you'll still have your Burger Daddy afterwards."

It wouldn't be very long at all, despite feeling so, before His ominous energy could be felt. Venan had been dealing with other issues, more demons, literal and figurative. Being denied resolution in defeating them, AND being tasked with doing her actual job and residing on the Sacred World of the Kais while her superiors were away at some inter-universal tournament; she was still set on Grendine, and while she had spent much of her time over the last while preparing, now that it was actually happening all of that seemed to crumble apart.

It hit almost like a sharp migraine, and while there was no lasting pain, residual dread took it's place. It felt close, somewhere in Otherworld most likely. Her first immediate move was to leave the planet and retrieve Scorin.

Thankfully, she had been out and about training as Venan came calling, and wasn't in need of too much explanation. Just as Venan had grabbed her arm and prepared to jump them to Otherworld, the demonic energy manifested itself nearby. A ways above them, in the empty field that Scorin used as her training grounds, Grendine hung in the air, overdecorated and floral staff in hand.

"I felt you come down here, and I was immediately curious,"

Scorin squinted up at his figure, taking in the awful clash of the hues of his outfit against his blue skin...and that hairstyle, what was even going on there? "He looks like even more of a nerd than you do Vee." She snorted, not taking her eyes off of him. "When we're done, I want that sick stick he's got."

With the situation lightened slightly, Venan opted to join in on the jeering, earning her a slight confidence boost. "Sorry, but that's mine. You're gonna have to find another trophy."

Glaring down his nose, Grendine sneered at the two. "You know, I didn't come here for banter either, but that's a real bold claim talking as if I'm dead already."

Scorin scoffed, easing herself into a position to kick off from the ground. "That's because you are! pfh, we don't even need to fuse, I'll finish this guy for you no problem." A familiar golden aura enveloped her, and she shot upwards, rocketing towards their enemy.

"SCORIN! WAIT WE-"

Grendine smirked to himself and rolled his eyes. This woman's power level was essentially Mauna Kea compared to the Himalaya range of level spikes on this planet, and he fancied himself Nix Olympica. An expert spin of his verdurous staff summoned a multitude of energy bullets glowing red with a dark center.

Scorin dodged the first few of them on her ascent, but ultimately found that they were too many and close together to get any closer to him without getting hit. She used her head and pulled back, instead, aiming to blow through the barrage of energy and get to him with a well-timed beam of her own.

The surprise that she had caught on so quickly did not show on his face, and Grendine simply only needed to summon more of the bullets around himself to disperse the beam's explosion. The remainder went hurtling towards the Saiyan and those that had hit or missed their mark were quickly replaced double, leaving no space to advance.

The bullets weren't fatal, but they were still painful enough for Scorin to not actively fight through them if she could help it. "HEY DO YOU MAYBE WANNA COME GIVE ME A HAND?" she called down, casting a glance over her shoulder at Venan as she brushed aside one of the bullets exploding against her forearm.

"I TOLD YOU WE NEEDED TO DO THIS A CERTAIN WAY! AND YOU SHOT OFF ANYWAY!" Venan contested.

Taking the opportunity as they argued among themselves, Grendine doubled the assault, forcing Venan to put effort into avoiding them as well. Being a lot more agile than Scorin, Venan didn't find this a problem at first, as she dodged her way up to Scorin's side. "We can still do it-"

"I told you I got this! If you keep all of these off of me there won't be a problem!"

"OR we could do what we planned!"

"You mean what -you- planned. That's stupid and you know it." Scorin growled, sweeping her aside to go in for another shot. She blasted off towards their adversary yet again, this time, flickering out of sight just as a mass of bullets came her way. Reappearing just above and behind him, she readied a kick at the back of his obnoxious bad haircut.

In truth, if she were able to land the blow, that would have been the match, while Grendine's offenses were high, his defenses were not. Unfortunately for Scorin, he was aware of his shortcoming, and made up for it in being evasive. He wasn't going to let a single attack come through and was gone before Scorin's eyes could even comprehend just as she had set her leg in motion. Pulling back in confusion, she jerked her head back and forth, trying to get a glimpse of him and cursing the fact that she couldn't pinpoint his energy signal. Suddenly, she was shocked stiff by a light tap on her shoulder.

"It really is funny watching you two bumble around each other, but I do have things to get to if you don't mind-" Before she could react, Grendine brought his staff from her shoulder, and maneuvered the butt to jab into the small of her back. "I really don't have anything personal on you hun, but could you sit back while I have a quick talk with Venan? Thanks." Energy rushed off of his body in a wave, knocking Scorin off balance and into a large amount of redirected bullets from the first attack and sending her plummeting to the ground.

Using her telekinetic energy, Venan managed to lower Scorin to the ground as her trajectory came closer. "You looked real cool there Scor." She scoffed over her unconscious friend, but didn't have time to do much else before Grendine appeared on their level, to which she put herself in a defensive stance.

"Oh please, you're the ones that jumped the...gun? and attacked me!" Grendine declared, familiarizing himself with the modern idiom for a moment. He let go of his staff, and allowed it to float in the air idly behind him, so that he could put up both clawed hands, one missing it's middle finger, in a show of parley. "You really think I would need to actively take you out to get what I want? I merely wanted to check in on my old friend before I moved on to bigger things."

"I'm not going to let that happen." Venan spat back, her chest tight. "Check up on me my ass! You made this personal by targeting people I care about and I can't forgive that! You brought me into this a long time ago!"

"Had to get your attention somehow, didn't I? And if you ask me, it was a perfectly good motivator. Look at you now! I mean, it's too bad that it's too late and all..." He brought his hands together in a single, resounding clap. "Don't worry though, I'll be giving you a break and taking care of everything myself from now on, you won't have to lift a finger...you will have to watch however-"

"I'm NOT USELESS!" Venan yelled, cutting through his speech. "I'M NOT LAZY! i'M-"

"Scared?"

For a split second, her stance slackened, but she picked right back up, biting back a sneer that drew blood and drawing her knuckles white. "IT'S YOUR FAULT!! IT'S ALL YOURS!! We could have been fine! The four of us! but you left it all to me!!"

"HAH!" Grendine's distasteful guffaw cut through the tense atmosphere. "Are you really playing the blame game after you and Shin let this universe sink so low? Do you really think we would be doing better if -I- had to carry three of you?? I can do so much better on my own, it's ridiculous to think any different."

"I'm NOT incompetent! And neither was Kandai!"

"Explains why they're still alive then, huh?"

"I'm not going to let this happen, I'm not going to be a disappointment anymore." Venan's voice was hoarse through her teeth, and the more he riled her, the more her energy leaked out in small white electrical arcs along with her hot tears.

"I'M GOING TO SHOW YOU WHAT I'M CAPABLE OF! AND NO ONE WILL DOUBT ME AGAIN!!"

Grendine couldn't hide his pursed-lipped smirk. "That so huh? Go ahead then, let's see. Heaven knows you didn't learn a damn thing back home."

While he laughed at his own quip, Venan concentrated. Not only gathering her own energy, she called forth energy from all the living beings in the vicinity, this wasn't something uncommon among beings of their kind; lower Kais, and even few mortals that had a strong connection to nature could call upon it to lend it their energy. Instead of gathering it all into one place, Venan had placed her own twist on the move. From horizon to horizon, from all angles, the ground, the trees, the whole landscape glimmered with small dots of energy, from every blade of grass, insect and animal, above them from the moisture in the clouds.

Grendine was not impressed.

"Really? This basic stuff?-" As soon as the kinetic sparks of energy came at him from all angles, he swallowed his words. He managed to bring up an energy barrier to deflect the rain of her bullets this time, most of them at least. A good amount of them had gotten to him in the brief moment he was unprepared, and would have most likely incapacitated him had he not reacted quickly. Looking down upon his clothes, now thoroughly tattered, they were also stained with small drops of indigo blood, his own, as well as a few stray clippings from his hair.

They were sharp. Millions of little kinetic razors that he almost drastically underestimated.

Speechless, he inhaled deeply. As the barrage subsided, he wiped a palm across his face, inspecting the smears from several small cuts, then through his fingers at Venan, who seemed a confused picture of simultaneously impressed at her work, and dismayed that it hadn't been enough. With a snap of his fingers, his clothing instantly repaired itself, and he flickered, cutting the distance between them, and grabbing her up by the collar with the same hand.

"That was pretty good actually, I've improved on that one too, let me show you."

Dangling her with his one hand, Grendine used the other to pull the same move Venan just had, gathering the surrounding flora and fauna's energy, with the exception that he had sucked them dry, to the point that a growing radius of wilting death spread from his feet that extended into the distance. Soon the sky began to rumble and the ground joined it, so cracked and parched that began to crack and shift, and break away beneath his feet, but he stayed in place, hovering the two of them. Engulfing the hand that drained the natural energy, a blade of red-tinted kinetic energy had formed.

"I really have no interest on harming this sad planet and lowering my universe's mortal level any more than it has, so this will do fine." in an instant, the Earth's quaking movement ceased.

"You have no idea how it feels, how I've felt, scraping by for millennia after working so hard...only to return and find that you, alive and living what should be my life, wasting it, ruining it, taking the most important job that can be bestowed in any universe for granted. I could have single-handedly fixed this universe and Fuyu chose YOU over me! I'm going to MAKE you feel it!"

Letting her drop, Grendine swung the bladed arm, cutting through Venan's twin braides in one swift motion as she fell.

The feeling was instantaneous, a massive jolt as if nerves had been severed instead of hair, and suddenly what felt like her connection to herself, and everything else was gone. She hit the ground below in shock and could barely muster up the will, let alone realign her senses into pulling herself up.

"Bitch that's for cutting up my face." Grendine called down. "I'll leave you as is, you're going to live to see what you've done to fail your universe. You know where to find me for front row seats." He gave a dismissive wave, retrieved his staff, and with that, he vanished.

#plot shit that i'll come up with a proper tag and title for eventually #;Ven&&s #;Grendineisms #Scorin #Morgan #Closed

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