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Two separate things! I just feel like those sides of them are neglected in a lot of fan works.

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Done!

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Hello from me and (one of the many) reason I’m never able to get anything done!

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Um... can we get some depictions of 18 thirsting after Krillin please? Like just shamelessly lusting after and objectifying him? That'd be so hot...

Yes. Yes we can.

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Thoughts on the Krillin x 18 x 21 ship?

People can like whatever they like, I’m not here to yuck other peoples yum, but there is only one ship for me!

Also, I’m WAY to busy in my real life to have any kind of real opinion on fandom lol. I’m more than happy hanging out here in my incredibly niche niche minding my own business.

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OOH! Can we get some possessive 18 and protective Krillin stuff?

Like as one thing? Or as two seperate things? Because this feels like two seperate things to me but I want to give the people what they want!

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Since apparently I’m back, let’s catch up!

My inbox is open, send me your questions, headcanons, prompt ideas, unpopular opinions, I don’t care.

Let me have it!

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You asked for smut, and you shall receive smut.

You asked, I delivered. Enjoy. There's more where this came from too, if you like it.

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Isn’t it wild the amount of professional manga and comic artists who are hanging around on FFN/AO3 just waiting to illustrate all our stories?!

Get the fuck outta here with your spammy crap.

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If you're thirsty, I'm coming through with the hydration.

Here's just a little sip, more on the way tomorrow.

His hands were on her in a second. First her hips, then up her sides, bunching the soft yellow fabric of his own real life work shirt in his hands as he pressed her back against the wall. The little metal badge pinned to her chest dug into him slightly, but he didn’t care. He wanted her closer. Needed her.

18 grinned against his mouth as he kissed her again. Deeper, dirtier this time. His hands moved with purpose now, sliding down to her thighs, gripping them firmly as he lifted her effortlessly onto the bench behind them. She let out a pleased sound, half-laugh, half-moan as her legs wrapped tight around his waist.

“I thought you were the one getting punished,” she breathed, dragging her fingers through his hair.

Krillin growled into her neck. “I’m just following orders.”

“Mm. Good.” She arched into him as he trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses along her throat, one hand slipping beneath the hem of her skirt. “Then don’t stop.”

He didn’t. Not for a second.

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I actually have something half finished that would be perfect for this. It involves a costume party and a coat closet.

So out of curiosity- We all know 18 wouldn't have to do much to seduce Krillin (I mean obvs) but what do you think is the furthest she has gone to just absolutely blow his mind? XD

The first thing I’m reminder of every time I pop my head back into this fandom is how god damn thirsty y’all are 😂

Fine…. I guess I can write this…. If I must 😉😉

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So out of curiosity- We all know 18 wouldn't have to do much to seduce Krillin (I mean obvs) but what do you think is the furthest she has gone to just absolutely blow his mind? XD

The first thing I’m reminder of every time I pop my head back into this fandom is how god damn thirsty y’all are 😂

Fine…. I guess I can write this…. If I must 😉😉

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Hello I’m glad you’ve written and published 2 chapters back to back. I love them. I was just curious and hopefully this doesn’t come off as pushy since I know how busy you are but i was just curious if you had time to write behind enemy lines because i feel the premise of that story has potential thank you

Hi there!

God, I wish! Behind Enemy Lines is such a baby of mine, I love it so much, but these two little 1,500 word drabbles (which I’m so glad you’ve enjoyed!!) are literally the first two pieces of creative writing I’ve done in like, two years.

I don’t think I have the brain space right now that is required to be able to plot and actually write a long piece of fiction. Long form writing really is a whole different beast to these short bits I can knock out in an afternoon without to much thought. I just wrote whatever my heart wants to write.

Hopefully, if I manage to find some kind of routine that allows me to actually add writing back into my life in some kind of meaningful way, I’ll be able to work on it a little, because I agree, it’s such a good idea and I have big hopes and dreams for it. If you know anything about how I write, you know I’m a sucker for a gritty love story and this one is pretty much as gritty as it gets.

One day it will get done, I promise. But I just don’t know when that day will be.

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You're not gonna believe this....

But I've written something again today! Who even is this person, I don't know myself, but all I've wanted to do the last few days is write. And write and write and write. It feels so good and I'm having so much fun. I hope ya'll enjoy this one. I think it's cute. It's very 'me' that's for sure - a cute little story about life and love in the little moments.

If you enjoy it to, I'd love to hear it. Anyway, enjoy!

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bet you weren't expecting this, hey! A new chapter for Just Another Day, that ISN'T from the snippet I posted yesterday.

These are brand new words, baby! And they're ever so mildly spicy!

The formatting is fucked, because I don't know how to upload shit anymore, but it's there and it'll do.

Enjoy!

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And She Rose From The Dead

I've been wanting to write lately (not that I have any sort of time for it) and browsing through my laptop, I found a bunch of half written.... stuff, bits of this and that.

This is a snippet of a half finished thing that I feel has some potential. Should I finish it? Do people even know who I am anymore?

Anyway, I enjoyed this, there is more but I'm a tease. If you like this, and are intrigued, I might finish the rest.

“I thought I might find you here.”

“That predictable am I?”

The old bar, which was creatively named ‘The End’ for its location at the very end of an old wharf, wasn’t the type of place where people came for a good time. It was a dilapidated old shanty style building, tucked away out of sight of all the restaurants and clubs on the glitzy foreshore. Its main clientele were fisherman and chronic alcoholics who came to drown their sorrows. Krillin and 18 didn’t exactly fit into either of those categories – although Krillin had walked a dangerously thin line during the dark days immediately after Goku’s death, which was how he had found this place to begin with.

18 was sitting in a booth at the very back of the room, where the lighting was especially dim and the dust was especially thick. Without saying another word, Krillin slipped down into the seat opposite her. Her fingers were wrapped tightly around a cold bottle of beer. She let Krillin pry it from her hands and take a swig before she made eye contact with him.

“What are you doing here?” she asked.

“Looking for you,” Krillin replied, passing the beer back to 18. She took a deep sip, all but finishing the bottle.

“Why?”

Krillin laughed dryly. “Why?” he repeated. “Because the fact that I left for five minute to shower, and you decided to take off concerned me, okay?” 

He leant over the table in an attempt to take hold of 18’s hand, but she pulled it away. “Don’t do this 18,” Krillin said, pulling own hands back in frustration and crossing them over his chest. “If you didn’t want me to find you, then you wouldn’t have come to the first place you knew I’d look. So let’s cut the crap and talk about this, hey?”

18 could hardly blame Krillin for being angry with her. Hell, if the shoe was on the other foot and he had just disappeared on her, she would be livid. But one look into his eyes revealed that he wasn’t angry at all. His face was etched with only two things, love and concern. “I’m sorry,” were the only words 18 could muster.

Silence filled the gap between them for an agonisingly long minute, neither of them were sure what to say. 18 fiddled with the empty beer bottle, running her fingers around the lip and picking at the corners of the label. Krillin drew an intricate pattern in the dust on the table. “I was going to come back, you know…”

“I know,” Krillin replied too quickly, giving away that he hadn’t been sure of that at all. His uneasiness stung something deep inside of 18. Did he really think she wasn’t going to come home?

There was an elephant in the room with them, hiding amongst the barflies. Neither Krillin, nor 18 wanted to acknowledge it, but sooner or later it would have to be done. Krillin took a deep breath.

“Do you uh….” He hesitated and fixed his gaze firmly on the crude graffiti etched into the table, not brave enough to look 18 in the eye. “Tomorrow? Did you…. I mean, if you’re not sure, we-”

“Krillin, stop.” 18 interrupted Krillin mid blabber, much to his relief. “I don’t want to postpone, or cancel anything, okay. I just… I just needed some time. It’s a lot to process.”

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Another lot of Krillin/18 fic recs (previous post here)

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So the last couple days, I’ve been getting high on my own supply and have been reading back over all my old stories. And I have thoughts.

My very first story was published on FFN when I was 12 years old. 12! I am now 36. That is well over half my life ago. Those stories are objectively bad. The writing is awful, the plots stupid, the characterisations non-existent. But I am so proud of them. I am proud of 12 year old DB who stumbled into something she loved and went for it. I’m proud of that little girl for sticking by it and working hard and keeping at it and not letting the naysayers get her down. If 12 year old DB hadn’t forged that path, 36 year old DB would be missing one of the greatest passions in her life - writing. I keep those awful stories online as a reminder to not just myself, but to others, that we all come from humble beginnings, and that with hard work, dedication and passion we can all become something greater than we ever imagined.

As I was reading through the back catalogue, I got to a (not so) little story called And Then You’ll Know. It’s an absolute behemoth at 47 chapters long and coming in at just under 250 thousand words, and all I can think is god damn I wish I hadn’t written it when I was 15. Having re-read over it now, I can see it. The bones are there for something special, but in 2002, when I was just a kid, I was in over my head. Writing about themes that I understood in theory, but didn’t have the lived experience or life skills to fully execute.

There is some deep shit in there. Family trauma, sexual trauma, bullying, violence, betrayal, love, loss - all the dark and gritty things I love to unpack in the things I write now, but voiced by someone whose understanding of the topics was just ever so slightly out of reach.

If I was writing that story now, I could write the absolute shit out of it. My god it would be next level good. I would pick apart those themes, explore those characters, write those words with the experience of someone who has lived a full life. It would be raw and gritty and, just like my real life, full of swearing and inappropriate content.

I can see the beginnings of my future style in that story too, and the improvements I made to my technique over the course of 47 chapters was insane.

Seriously, pick a random chapter between 1-10, and another between 35-47 and I don’t think you would know they were written by the same person the quality improves that dramatically.

And I’m so proud of little me. She worked so hard and improved so much - and don’t get me wrong, the latter chapters are still very far from perfect or even good, but you can see the learning and growth right in front of your very own eyes.

My kids would never read my stories, they’re all way to cool for that, but I hope that the lessons I have taught myself over the years of persuing a creative hobby - courage, trusting in yourself, perseverance, picking yourself up and dusting yourself off, not listening to people’s negativity, finishing something that you started - I hope that they are all lessons I have managed to pass onto them as they navigate their own lives. And I hope that anyone who might ever happen to stumbled over to my little FFN page, and see those ancient stories and contrasts them against what I’m able to creat today might be able to learn some of those lessons too.

I hope my writing brings good into the world and puts smiles onto people’s faces. That’s all really.

Anyway, if I ever get the chance, should I rewrite and republish ATYK with the skills of someone who actually knows how to string a sentence together?