#dbs one shot

[tytarax]

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The early morning sun cast a golden glow over the rugged landscape, bathing the mountains and forests in a warm light. You stretched lazily, feeling the soft rustle of the leaves under you. Life on Vampa had been harsh at first, but with Broly by your side, it had become a place of unexpected peace and beauty.

You glanced to your left and saw Broly already awake, his towering figure silhouetted against the rising sun. He was tending to Ba, the giant creature who had become more of a friend than a pet. Broly’s gentle hand patted Ba’s head, and you couldn’t help but smile at the tender sight.

“Good morning,” you called out, your voice breaking the serene silence.

Broly turned to you, his stern face softening into a warm smile. “Good morning,” he replied, his deep voice rumbling like distant thunder. He made his way over to you, his steps surprisingly light for someone of his size.

“How did you sleep?” he asked, sitting down beside you. Despite his imposing size, Broly always made sure to be careful around you, his movements deliberate and gentle.

“Like a rock,” you replied with a chuckle. “This place is starting to feel like home.”

Broly’s eyes sparkled with happiness at your words. “I’m glad,” he said softly. “I want you to be happy here.”

You reached out, taking his large hand in yours. “I am happy, Broly. Because I’m with you.”

He blushed slightly, a rare but endearing sight. Broly wasn’t used to affection, having spent most of his life in isolation or conflict. But with you, he was learning to embrace the softer emotions.

The two of you spent the morning exploring the surrounding area. Broly showed you a hidden waterfall he had discovered, the crystal-clear water cascading down into a serene pool. The sound of the water was soothing, and you sat together on a rock, simply enjoying each other’s company.

As the day grew warmer, you decided to take a break and have lunch. You had packed some simple food, and Broly had caught some fresh fish from a nearby stream. Cooking over an open fire, you shared stories and laughter.

In the afternoon, you ventured further into the forest. Broly’s protective nature was evident as he guided you through the dense foliage, ensuring you didn’t stumble or get hurt. His keen senses picked up on any potential dangers long before you did, and you felt safe knowing he was always looking out for you.

At one point, you came across a clearing filled with wildflowers. The vibrant colors and sweet scents were enchanting, and you couldn’t resist picking a few to make a small bouquet. Broly watched you with a tender expression, his eyes filled with love.

“You like flowers?” he asked, his curiosity genuine.

“I do,” you replied, holding out the bouquet to him. “Here, for you.”

Broly’s eyes widened in surprise, and he took the flowers with a gentle touch. “Thank you,” he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. “No one’s ever given me flowers before.”

You smiled, reaching up to brush a lock of hair from his face. “There’s a first time for everything.”

As the sun began to set, you returned to your makeshift home. Broly had built a sturdy shelter for the two of you, using his immense strength to create a safe haven. Inside, it was cozy and warm, filled with little touches that made it uniquely yours.

That evening, as the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, you sat outside with Broly, wrapped in a blanket. He held you close, his arm around your shoulders, and you rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

“I never thought I could be this happy,” Broly murmured, his voice a gentle rumble.

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his. “You deserve all the happiness in the world, Broly. You have such a kind heart.”

He kissed the top of your head, his lips warm and soft. “And I’m happiest when I’m with you.”

The two of you sat in comfortable silence, watching the stars and simply enjoying the moment. No words were needed to express the depth of your love for each other.

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[alldragonballstuff]

[fandom-trash-xl]

Next Frit One-Shot has dropped!

Summary: Hit has his suspicions about Frost's choice in companion during the Tournament of Power.

Posted my third Frit one-shot, guest-starring some unhealthy Frost-sided Frieza/Frost!

The Frit-Freest clash was inspired by art by @justme068 [x]

Also, you might notice I decided to give myself a little writing exercise and try switching to the "ee" spelling of Freeza. Probably not going to switch for good though and your regularly scheduled "ie" spelling should return soon.

[dawnbreakersgaze]

Thank you papergames for blessing me with the opportunity to make myself more Dawnbreaker content ♡♡♡

That's really all I wanted since yall are too chicken to write more of his story or w/e.

Now I can play around with his model in game and then do even more lighting edits in outside software 🥹😌 the new snap studio is by far the coolest thing they've added to the game and I'm so so excited about it!

[shannonsketches]

Thinking about how Toriyama wrote an Entire Plot centering around how Vegeta has spent the last seven years learning how to be happy and comfortable with his family on Earth and how he loves his wife so much that being Gently Reminded that he loves his wife was enough to pull him out of a violent midlife crisis and made him such a powerful guardian of Earth that Heaven broke its own rules just to put him back in that position

and Toei was like 'okay but in the sequel to that plot their marriage is terrible and he's never home'

[skyyxlite]

a redraw of an upcoming super dragon ball heroes card that i am super normal about!!! (look at a preview of the card under the cut :3)

[thatcasualgamergirl]

Hey, I made this dumbass one-shot comic about Dragon Ball Legends for Reddit and I’m gonna share it here.

[chaoflaka]

Baby Piccolo part 4 (final)

[ll-the-biohazards-ll]

Thought I'd do a random fluff.

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That Stormy Night

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🌩Tags: Fluff, Storm Comfort.

🌩Nigrisshi x Very Tall!Androgynous!Reader/Oc(Around over 9-10 ft)

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The storm didn't seem to be letting up, it still prominent outside, the loud whistles and howls of wind would be noticeable to just about anyone, the occasional thunder sounding.

A particular alien visitor, known as Nigrisshi, was specifically affected by this, curled up in the blankets, he shivered at each strike of thunder and lightning, the mechanic was on the verge of having a full on panic attack....when you came in, seeing him curled up, absolutely miserable.

You immediately rushed over to him, him blubbering a mess of words like: "T-The sounds are so scary" or "W-What i-is going on" while shivering. You pick him up, setting him in your lap, he was considerably tiny, you being taller than most mortals.

He'd bury his face in your chest, somewhat embarrassed, but also....grateful for your understanding and comfort. You wrapped your arms around him, kinda rubbing his ears a bit, trying to calm him down.

It eventually did work, as the mechanic ceased his shivering, he'd look up at you with his rather odd green eyes, he mouthed a 'thank you' as he again, cuddled against you....

You guessed...storms wouldn't be so bad for him, with you around....

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[julie-finlay]

Finlay Friday

14x01: “The Devil and DB Russell", script extracts pt. 1/2

[dirtbra1n]

yeah this still. Ha ha

[tytarax]

Random thought but for yandere corrupted Zamasu I am just imagining the “step 1: casually approach child” meme lol

yeah casual my ass, this guy is anything but casual.

He would lay a damn red carpet in front of himself before levitating towards you like a video game bug or "lesbian pose"

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@ultimate-percussionist

[ohtobearandomftblog]

you’re right about the not caring about canon anymore because 100 yrs quest fucking SUCKS man it’s just trash… like they’ve destroyed 90% of the good characters making them soooo OOC just to fit them into the str8 ships it makes me so mad especially because this manga was supposed to be about friendship but what ppl ONLY care about is romance and it’s not even good

i saw they royally fucked up natsu. somethin bout him not knowing what a library is even tho the first quest he and lucy go on is to break into duke everlue's LIBRARY. and that one ova and ending where natsu is in the fairy tail LIBRARY.

also something something laxus flirting with the fucking enemy something something laxus giving his COAT to the fucking ENEMY something something laxus KNEELING for the ENEMY bc her bullshit ass magic makes NO SENSE. look i know theyre tryina make laxus more "likable" or some bullshit so itll make sense when he gets with mirajane (bc lets face it its gonna be mira not cana or lisanna or whoever else unless hes getting with that eNEMY) but like. we've known he respects women. we know hes grown since the battle of ft. you dont need to show that hes a sub gentleman who'll kneel to more powerful women so itll make more sense when he gets with the she-devil. like at this point im wanting to boost laxus/freed art and fics even tho i really dont care for that ship. controversial opinion ik

my hyperfixations/special interests/somethin like that have rotated from one comfort media (ft) to another and that other is currently dbz so 1 thats why this has been even less active than before and 2

in dragon ball super they fucked up goku. apparently bitch doesnt know what a kiss is. HE HAS TWO KIDS. what the FUCK are you on about. i mean im 70% sure in db he didnt know what marriage was and thought it was food or somethin when chichi made him promise to marry her when they both grew up. but like. he was maybe 15, living in the wilderness, his grandpa having died some years ago, getting no education. THAT made sense. him not knowing what a kiss is??? I FEEL LIKE WE'VE SEEN HIM KISS HIS WIFE BEFORE. ON SCREEN. WHAT THE FUCK.

it looks like manga authors are in the era of beating more money out of their completed series to the point that theyre just beating a corpse now. theyre tryina squeeze more money and attention outta shit that was still pretty big without new "canon" content coming out.

[fandom-trash-xl]

Frit One-Shot: Habit

And here we are- the first of many in my new Frit one-shot collection, Fritter Bits. I've decided to cross-post this one to Tumblr and just post updates whenever I drop a new one in the AO3 book. I wanted to wait until I had at least two one-shots to post this, so a second one-shot will be waiting on AO3.

AO3 Link: [x]

TWs: Implied (past) eating disorder (briefly mentioned)

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Prey usually didn’t fall into the assassin’s maw as easily as Frost had, nor did Hit ever decide to hold the mouse in his teeth without biting down for this long. 

The two’s trails had crossed way too many times to be considered coincidences anymore. Hit opted not to engage, having no reason to without a contract (taking its sweet time to cross his desk), but he couldn’t help but notice– and it didn’t take much effort to, not even having to turn around– the clumsy stumbling of the usually stealthy lizard trying to duck for cover the moment he was in the hitman’s shadow.

Upon their latest encounter, Hit had been checking out of his latest job– a chain of kills in a five-star hotel’s chandeliered conference hall– with a lightly packed suitcase, the perfect size for a petit and starved Frost to sneak himself inside, contorted into an uncomfortable pretzel, and be taken back to the assassin’s apartment suite. He refused to explain his motives for running headfirst towards the man he feared most, whether it was desperation to die or simply wanting shelter in any way he could find it. 

Hit never told this story, else he’d be asked how he didn’t notice how his case was a lot heavier. He did notice, but he decided to let Frost think he had gotten away with it, rolled him all the way back home, and tried to feign surprise when he unzipped his luggage to find a sputtering and panting lizard in a cloak. 

Why he kept him around would be the next question and Hit went back and forth on his answer. Perhaps it was so he could keep him in close proximity when the contract went out… or maybe some form of inverse Stockholm Syndrome was kicking in. For whatever reason was convenient to him any particular day, he kept this skittish and bitey street cat of a stowaway on a very short leash.

Today, he took his leashed lizard on a walk. 

“Don’t expect this often. We’ll be in and out in a few minutes, just don’t start shit and keep your hood up. The last thing we want is your new face on the wanted posters instead of the old one- And I don’t want to have to drag that new mugshot home with me.”

“You wound me, assassin, thinking I can’t behave myself. ‘Sides, only way they’d know it was me is from you not keeping hush-hush.”

“Right. That too.”

“Then, might we use codenames?” That sly look was starting to form on Frost’s face, the one that was getting way too comfortable around the hitman and hid ulterior motives behind his lips. “In fact, I have a selection that I wouldn’t mind being called~”

“Or, I just don’t address you, how’s that sound?” The assassin simply muttered, ignoring the tease and shoving his hands in his pockets to keep himself level over it as he trudged ahead.

The lizard grumbled at being brushed off, tugging his noir cloak’s hood over his head to hide his cheeks slightly burning blue. However, he still followed Hit’s lead through the automatic doors that nearly snapped shut on the end of his tail and into…

…a bummy convenience store, typical ambience for these corners of the city. Vaguely sticky tile floors in colors trying to keep up with the neon decades and faltering overhead lights that showed its true age. Nothing new to Hit, but Frost was standing captivated as if he had walked into a candy store.

“Ah, usual cashier… Good.” Hit noticed from a quick glimpse of the surroundings before catching the lizard staring, waving a hand in front of him briefly to snap him out of his enamored glaze. “What? Never been in a corner store before?”

“Never with the lights on!”

Frost didn’t need to turn to see Hit’s disapproving glare. The hitman didn’t even comment before taking one of the gaudy green plastic baskets by the door and shoving it into his hands. “Here, you can grab a few things while I handle business up front, got it?”

The lizard let out a little huff of a laugh. “I guess I can call you a fair warden now– you’ll allow me a treat~?”

“...Quit acting like I’ve been starving you.” 

The two split off to their own devices, Hit approaching the counter as the cashier seemed to swallow nerves in exchange for a customer service smile.

“Ah, Hit! Man of the hour!” The cashier was oddly jovial towards the looming hitman. “What can I do for ya, eh?”

“Your job, if you would.” Hit’s hands rustled in his pockets, impatient. He tried not to look visibly distracted as he supervised Frost out of the corner of his eye– inspecting the magazine rack, as if still looking for himself on any of the covers despite his stardom being long gone. “You know I detest the small talk, though I must give you my thanks for the… recommendation last time.”

“No problem. You lookin’ to buy something?” 

Hit quickly fished a small bill out of his wallet. “Scratch off. ‘Lucky Sevens’, third hook, fourth card in.”

When one lived on hefty blood bounties, one had no need for these scratchers, let alone one ritually picked, but it worked well as a passcode to safely talk to his informant, who nodded, ‘happy’ to oblige.

The informant flicked through the cards long enough for the assassin to eye up Frost again, witnessing his giddily swaying tail disappointedly droop as he discovered that all of the ‘out of order’ lights were lit red on the ‘mystical’ ice slush machine before vanishing into the aisle shelves.

“And, your change, sir.” Hit’s attention was brought back as a small disc-shaped clicker, slightly bigger than any coin that could have come out of the register, was flicked his way. He caught it in a firm grip without missing a beat.

“Pleasure doing business. Now to wait for whatever he’s buying.”

“That scamp that came in with you? Never pegged you the type to tolerate that sort. Or anyone really.”

“...I guess tolerate is a way you could put it, yes.” Hit folded his arms, shutting his eyes meditatively to hide any meaning shining in them. 

“I don’t know, seems a bit young for you, doesn’t he?”

“...I’m over a thousand. Everyone is.”

The assassin was about to realize he was in the small talk loop he abhorred, only to be snapped out of it by Frost returning to the front, bumping into before leaning suspiciously– if that smirk was anything to go off of– against the counter with a filled basket. “You payin’?”

Hit took the basket from the lizard. “Really trying to make the most of my generosity, huh?” Floated to the top was a layer of clearly having something to hide, the healthy guise of a few protein granola bars and a low calorie yet unnaturally blue sport drink. However, it only took a second of rifling through to find the second layer of gummy worms, barbecue-coated corn nuts, and a sickeningly sugary can of soda.

He briefly pulled out the bag of rainbow worms, inspecting it with curiosity. “I never figured you were interested in stuff like this.”

“Eh, I guess it’s just ‘cause I missed out on ‘em for so long, I wanted to see what the hype was about. They wanted me cutting back on the sugar for the photoshoots, y'know.” Frost’s smile now looked plastered, feigning fondness for the ‘good times’ while it looked like there was a knife stabbed in his back.

Hit dropped the packet back into the basket along with the subject, setting the lizard’s haul onto the counter. “Is this everything?” He probed.

“Yes, I’m sure that’s everything. …Unless this is a last meal situation– in which case, I’d like a second basket.”

“I mean, is everything you grabbed in this basket?”

Frost huffed, offended. “You really think that low of me that I’d try to sneak something past you? Past this fine minimum wage employee?” As soon as the thought left his mouth, he promptly tried to twist it, squinting his eyes devilishly. “Unless this is some excuse to give me a patdown~”

Hit merely blinked, not buying into either act. “Just fan out your cape.”

The lizard acquiesced with an eye roll, spreading out his cloak like a bat’s wings. “See, nothing! I remain innocent–” As he curtsied to finish his defense, a small white carton tumbled out of one of the inner pockets, hitting the floor and creating a deafening silence. Frost instantly froze up as the assassin retrieved it from the ground, turning it over to identify it as a pack of cigarettes.

“Really now?” He glanced at the lizard disapprovingly.

Frost, in finding his voice again, managed to meagerly whimper out, “...I had that the whole time, I swear…” 

When Hit’s expression didn’t believe him, his voice ramped up in full. “Are you really going to judge me right now? Huh?! Is that what we’re doing?!”

Hit didn’t respond, simply, to Frost’s surprise, setting the box on the counter instead of putting it back. “If these ring up, I’ll pay for them.”

Out of defense for himself, Frost kept his mouth shut for the rest of the transaction and even as they stepped out of the store.

The assassin briefly turned to face the wall of a barren corner, fishing out the small token he’d received at the counter– his next batch of hits. He took a cursory flip through the holograms of freshly posted bounties and didn’t even realize he released a breath of relief at not spying any familiar draconic horns. 

By the time he turned around, Frost had already fished his pack of cigs out of the shopping bag, poising one of them between his fangs. “You got a light, hitman?” He asked, slightly muffled.

Hit’s hands sunk into his pockets, but they stayed there instead of retrieving anything. “Didn’t picture you one to smoke.”

The lizard huffed. “What? Did you just think my voice always sounded this stupid?”

“Well… Sometimes puberty can be cruel.” The comment only got the assassin an eyeroll. “Your supervisors didn’t let you have sugar, yet they let you have cigarettes?”

“Hey, sometimes you get skinny from these things. If anything, I was giving them what they wanted.” Frost snorted at his own jab before turning dead serious again. “Pissed them off as much as they pissed me off enough to start. Made me start cold turkeying off once they started sniffing my dressing room.” 

Briefly silent, the unlit smoke rolled across his teeth with his falling expression. “Anyway, I believe I asked you for a lighter, assassin.” The lizard looked patience-worn as he held out an expectant hand before Hit finally budged, retrieving a compact sparkwheel lighter– not kept for anything close to Frost’s reasons and metallic paint significantly scratched off of the plating with time– from his pocket and passing it over. Frost seemed to clutch it with desperation the moment it touched his palm.

“Didn’t think you’d actually have one, but, next time, don’t keep me waiting for your answer…” Flicking open the lighter top, he lit the end of the cig and took a big huff out. “I’d use my ki, but that’s a sure fire way to make the thing last all of five seconds.”

Frost went silent again, a long drag of smoke swirling up into a tall spire that thoroughly made itself Hit’s problem as well. Something about the reptilian was always tightly wound, but now his often tensed�� even while wagging– tail seemed to completely melt… slow, sluggish, tiredly dragging along the ground. A bit irritating that he had to blow a cloud of smog to get this way.

Hit wasn’t in a position to ask what had made him turn back to them, if he’d supposedly been weaned off, knowing he’d probably claim his ‘pestering’ interrupting his smoke break was another reason why.

“Hey, what are you staring for?” The assassin was broken out of his speculation by Frost’s commentary. “You wanna steal?” He held out the worn down cig.

“No thanks. I’ve already quit.”

“I was kidding- you actually smoked these before?” The lizard looked back at him incredulously. “You being such a stick in the mud?”

“Different time back then. Quit because it was more trouble than it’s worth, even though my lungs are virtually bulletproof, unlike–”

“If you turn this into a nicotine speech, I will find a place to jam this…” Frost made a poking motion with his cigarette for emphasis.

“Message received. …And to be clear, I was only judging you back there for almost shoplifting.”

“So, you were judging me?”

“Not the point. Regardless, don’t expect me to buy you another pack when you’re done with those. We’ll find you something else.”

“Oh~” Hit had an uneasy feeling about the way Frost’s smirk curled around the tobacco in his mouth. “Something else to keep my mouth busy, huh~?”

The assassin quickly caught on to the entendre, any good humor hidden in his blankly stern expression wavering.

“That’s it, we’re cutting you off.” Grumbling, he pinched the cig down the middle, crunching it in half and leaving the cinder to hit the pavement.

“Hey!” Frost yowled, the unsinged yellow half falling out of his teeth.

“Relax, you have at least a dozen more. And didn’t I say I’d get you something else to take the edge off?”

“And what might that be?”

“Undecided as of yet.” Before he could shut his eyes meditatively again, he glimpsed down to see that the look of hint-hinting in Frost’s eyes had returned with his grin. “And not whatever you’re plotting with those ‘bedroom eyes’.”

“Hmph, jumping to conclusions much?”

“No, you’re just that see through.”

In an instant, Frost grabbed the edge of his hood, trying and failing to hastily tug it over his darkening face. “Hand me the lighter again, I think the kick is wearing off.” He muttered as he fumbled to, one-handed and vision obscured, pop another cigarette out of the carton, nearly dropping a few extra. 

“I just wish you’d pick some other habit.” Hit begrudgingly took the lighter back out and, frivolously using his Time Skip, caught what Frost was spilling millimeters before they hit the ground. “Preferably one without that odor. It makes you smell like all of my other targets.”

“Well, guess I’m going to fit the part once I’m finally on the list.” The lizard huffed as he relit his tobacco.

“...I suppose you would.” Hit murmured near inaudibly. He stashed the returned lighter back in his pockets along with his hands, less out of his usual habit and more hiding any unwanted tremor that he now felt in his fingers.

[revvethasmythh]

Okay I know Caleb/The Mighty Nein/Astrid etc are very involved with the Empire's politics but just imagine: The Darrington Brigade return, bumbling their way through political catastrophe in the heart of the Empire

[sketchesandnonesense]

I managed to squeeze a last minute fist fight into the latest chapter of my fan fic hell yea