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i'm sad because i remember a lot of my original earth au for jeice was him and burter reuniting and building a small cottage in the woods together, where they got to reconcile and jeice was always flopping between hobbies and ended up finding a love of gardening, and burter had learned how to knit, and used that knowledge to make sweaters and thick wool blankets for the winter. jeice would get excited when it snows and burter would be lethargic and jeice would have to drag himself into town to run errands because he was the only one who could speak any human languages. theyd comfort each other through their nightmares and flashbacks, and would even help defend earth along with the z-fighters whenever there was a threat

it was just such a soft, domestic au and i... really miss it a lot. along with the friend i wrote it with.

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i'm not in any position to write right now, but am willing to focus on graphics, along with give huge discounts to anyone who commissions me for a banner or promo!!

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add me on discord! idk when ill feel well enough to be active again.

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    ❛ SOMEONE COUNT MY SQUATS! ❜

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    me: tbh if you need a housesitter while youre gone ive got nothing better to do     my friend: honestly you can just live here

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oh yeah i made a new header last night

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    i should take up my hobby of coloring doujin panels again eventually

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“where’d you get that bloody nose?”

    ❛ Oh, I-- I, uh! ❜

    ❛ HEY! ‘S nonna your damn business, kid! ❜ Jeice is quick to cover his nose with hand-- it’s already embarrassing enough to have his nose broken, but for someone to ask about it was just the icing on this shit cake. ❛ Don’t y’got school to go to or somethin’, rather’an sticking your nose in a bloke’s face--?? ❜

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Some Other You !

    ❛ C’mon! You can at least try to hit the ball, mate! What’s the point of practicin’ with me if you’re not even gonna take it seriously?! I’m not even pitchin’ all that hard--! ❜ gritting his teeth, Jeice adjusts his gloves. It had been years since Jeice had any sort of brush with the Planet Trade Organization-- a brief scouting mission left those of Frieza’s army disappointed in Eucali’s assets, and thus-- it was found that the small, dusty planet was far from worth being taken over. Baseball had remained a priority, Jeice having practiced inconsequentially all his life; and though he was poor, he remains carefree.

    ❛ I’ll start throwin’ my Crusher Balls directly at ya, if y’don’t put any back into this, mate! Y’just gotta swing the bloody bat! ❜

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Some Other You

    ❛ This is the place, mate, ❜ against the door of a small, hand-built cabin he leans, arms crossed, and one sneaker attired foot crossed behind his other leg to scratch at it. ❛ Built this place myself, y’know? Set it in the woods ‘coz I was too scared when I got here. It-- it was weird-- one moment, I was fightin’ Vegeta, and it was so-- bloody blindingly hot, but then it was like I woke up, and here I am on this fuckin’ planet. Those... Those bastards I’d fought on Namek were there, so ‘course all I could do was flee. Y’got no escape without a space ship of any kind, so I reckon this is just my home, now. 

    -- ‘S not the worst, aside from havin’ no money an’ the bastards who tried to kill me bein’ here. Guess I’m finally free. ❜