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If we can at least get her to $200 I will write again. lol

I’m raising $750 until 05/04/2024 for Recover car repair costs.. Can you help?

So yeah,this is the bad day I was referring to yesterday. My car was in the shop for two days and yesterday it got fixed which was good of course but the costs got me.

I see other people try this on here so I figured maybe I can ask for a little help for once as well. I have attached a fundraiser on my PP to help recover some costs from my car repair. Like the fund raiser says, I had savings thankfully that did take care of a good chunk of the costs but still had to use a CC to cover the rest. I'm trying to get that taken care of and the remaining goes back to my depleted back up savings.

Anything helps, even if it's just a reblog! I appreciate you taking the time to read this.

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Glorious, unhinged times.

full offense but none of you would have ever survived fanfiction.net in 2009

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God this is relatable. (Though idk about reblogging my own stuff at times, I feel like it's probably just not that good and I don't wanna seem pushy.)

Why do you reblog your own fics so much?

Because someone might as well!? And look at this. Look. At. This.

Does this look right to you??

These are just the last three fics I wrote. I appreciate the likes, believe me I do, but you have to understand. Likes do nothing for content creators. It’s the reblogs. Because that’s how you find shit on your dashboard. Through reblogs. Not likes. This isn’t twitter or tiktok or instagram. This is a website that’s run by the reblog system.

Reblogging helps content creators put their stuff out there. Why do you think so many people stopped writing fanfic and creating beautiful fanart and edits? It’s because they put in hours of work and don’t get nearly enough notes for their masterpieces. Yes we do this because we enjoy it but like...some validation won’t hurt. A boost of confidence here and there might be all someone needs to finish whatever thing they started and left.

Anyway, I’m still going to reblog my shit...

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Just for giggles, I asked Bing AI to write a short story about Krillin and 18 coming to help Chi-Chi with Baby Goten and honestly I'm kind of flabbergasted because HOW DID FRIGGING BING KNOW WHAT SORT OF RELATIONSHIP THEY HAVE WITH GOHAN WHEN THE FANDOM DOESN'T?

Like I'm STILL laughing! (The rest was just pretty generic but the AI getting this right means my Extended Son Family propaganda is working. >:) )

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Man, I wish people understood how much fanfic writers want feedback on their work. Like don't get me wrong, Kudos/Favorites are great. Truly. So very happy that you did that. But speaking for myself, nothing makes my day quite like a reader taking a couple of minutes to tell me WHY they liked it, you know? Did you like the premise? Characterization? Is there anything you think I should improve on? (Constructive criticism is always helpful too.) It just always gives me a feeling of satisfaction and pride, it helps me improve, and it actually motivates me to want to write more.

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Small Worries

Here we go, my K18 Day 2023 Entry! Had to power through a stomach bug that seemed to go away and then had a resurgence (and may have lost sleep and caught a cold trying to get this written down) but we did it! So, without further ado, enjoy this entry.

“Look, Babe, I appreciate the concern and all, but I'm OK, honest.” A short, disheveled man, sat in a chair facing the living room couch, bald head splotched with small burns and sweat-streaked dirt.

“Hush. Let me work.” A beautiful blonde woman shook her head and shifted slightly on the couch as she swabbed at a small burn on her patient's cheek

Krillin sat slumped in his chair, frowning. He'd come home from his training session with Goku just a bit disheveled, and 18 was acting as if he'd just come back from the middle of a war zone. She was totally overreacting... though he dare not tell her that. When 18 got like this, he found it best not to protest.

She dipped a fresh swab into some rubbing alcohol and touched it to one of the burn marks on his head, causing him to wince and pull back in discomfort. “Gah!”

“Stop whining, you've been through worse. Though not usually from training with friends.” Her expression was unreadable to most, but Krillin knew what was on her mind.

“18, I know it looks bad, but this happens sometimes. You don't need to worry about me, alright?”

She halted for a moment, fixing her icy blue eyes on his, expression still unchanging. “I don't, huh? I seem to recall you saying that the first time you came home from spending the day with Goku with your gi shredded like this, bruises all ove-” she jabbed the cotton swab at him. “Don't bother with the joke, I saw the other guy and he was fine.” She frowned. “I... worry sometimes. Can't help it.”

Krillin turned his head downward to stare at the floor. “I'm sorry. I didn't realize this was worrying you so much. It just feels... so good to be back in action again, I guess. Spend more time with Goku again.”

18 rubbed his cheek softly. “I know that, honey. I really do.” She gently cupped his chin and lifted his gaze to meet hers. “Hey... I'm not telling you this has to stop. OK? Just... I really need you to try to take a little more care of yourself. Marron and I both worry about you. You're not some weird alien who bounces back stronger from this sort of thing.”

Krllin broke eye contact, trying to look anywhere else than at her. “...yeah. I know...”

18 frowned again, softer and less stern. “Sweetheart, look at me.” She cupped his cheeks and turned him to face her once again. “You're still strong. You still have more strength in you than anyone else I know. You have such a strong moral compass. You have the strength to be willing to put others above yourself and your desires, which is not as common as people think. She smiled. “You have the strength to show compassion to people that even your own friends thought didn't deserve it, and for that I'm forever grateful.” She gestured toward the window with a tilt of her head. “And so's 17, not that the tsundere bastard will ever admit that to your face...” she saw him try to suppress a smile. “There's more to being strong than just muscles, dear.” She allowed a hand to drift down and gently rub his shoulder. “Though I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy these too. Just know I'd still love you even without them, OK?”

He blushed and allowed a small smile to slip through. “Yeah. OK.” He reached over and placed a hand on top of hers resting on his shoulder. “I really don't like to make you guys worry. It's part of why I've been a lot more careful lately, honest. And so has Goku.”

18 raised an eyebrow. “If he's been so careful, how exactly did you wind up coming back looking like you'd just survived planetary destruction?”

Krillin removed his hand quickly and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “Well-ah... y'see... it wasn't actually Goku who did this. See, he and I were training together and our session was going on for a while. Then Vegeta showed up all upset about it-”

“Vegeta?!” 18 froze, bottle and swab she'd been preparing still in hand. “What did that prick have to do with you?”

“So, ah, funny story... it turns out that he said Goku told him he'd come train with him for a while over on Bulma's private island, and he said what we were doing was cutting into his time...” Krillin tapped his index fingers together. “And well, he kinda, sorta... stepped in to hurry things along. Heh...”

Krillin gulped as he saw 18's eyes narrow. “S-sorry, babe. I can always stop for a while, it's fine.”

18 closed her eyes and shook her head. “No. Krillin, why do you think I'm mad at you?” She leaned forward and gently swabbed a scrape on top of his head. “You did nothing wrong, Goku didn't do anything wrong here really...” she frowned and looked out the window. “That pig-headed 'Prince', on the other hand...”

She sighed. “Krillin, I know how much you sacrifice for Marron and I, and I know how much this makes you happy. Seeing you so enthusiastic and full of energy again... it makes us happy too.” She caressed his cheek again. “I need you to stop worrying that you need to apologize for enjoying yourself here. Do I worry? Absolutely. You're kind of a big deal to me, y'know?” He chuckled and looked down, blushing. “I'm serious. You're my best friend. My home. My everything. So of course I'm going to worry a bit. But if a little bit of temporary worry is what I need to endure for you to have your happy place, then so be it. Besides,” she winked. “You always know how to help me get over it.”

Krillin felt himself turn beet red and shifted a bit in his chair. “Heheheh... I suppose so.”

She poked him lightly in the chest. “So let's stop with the moping, huh? Next time that royal pain in the rear shows up and lets himself get carried away though, you tell me. I'll deal with him.”

Krillin's eyes went wide. “Uh... 18, don't get me wrong, you're strong, amazing, wonderful, tough as nails, and I love you so please don't kill me here, but Vegeta is kind of leagues stronger than you and me put together now. I'm not sure that's a great idea.”

18 chuckled and lifted her phone. “You'd be surprised what a simple phone call to Bulma can do. She scares him more than his own fears of irrelevancy. She'd have him here apologizing within an hour.”

Krillin laughed and leaned forward to peck 18's lips. “You're amazing, you know that?”

“I do. You're not so bad yourself, Mister.” She leaned in and kissed him again, lingering just a little longer, relishing the feeling of butterflies he still managed to give her.

“Now,” she said, pulling out a bandage and more antiseptic, “time to let me finish patching you up.” Krillin reluctantly agreed, mumbling minor complaints as she did so. But even so, 18 found herself smiling. Sometimes, she had to admit, it was nice to have an excuse to fuss over her husband. When she finished, she draped her arms around his neck and leaned down, planting a gentle kiss on top of his bandaged head. “There. All done, big baby.”

Krillin smiled and craned his neck to look up at her. “Thanks, babe. Best nurse a guy could ask for.”

She returned his smile and tapped the spot where his nose would be. “And you better not forget it. Now, would you like to help me make dinner before Marron gets home?”

Krillin hopped up from his chair and stretched. “Sure thing. What are we having?”

“Taco night, “ she called over her shoulder on the way into the kitchen.

Krillin grinned. Tonight was going to be sweet indeed!

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Welp. Tumblr won't let me post my K18 Day fic for some reason. Not sure how to get around this yet...

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I did it. Somehow, despite overwhelming stress, getting sick TWICE, and a very nasty bout of writer's block last night that wouldn't go away until 4:00 AM... I finished my K18 Day story. It's short and sweet, but it's a conversation I'd like to imagine they've had. Will have it up tomorrow.

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Got an outline for my K18 Day Entry this year. It's not gonna match the Chestnut Fest theme, sadly, but it's one that's really been speaking to me lately.

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Minor Disappointing Announcement Thingy

So this isn't really easy for me to say, but... I don't think I'll be able to participate in Chestnut Fest this year. At least, not the theme. It occurs to me that I have absolutely no idea how coffee houses work in the real (the closest we even really have around here is a convenience store), all I know is tropes, and I feel that would just result in me putting out something generic and "blah". I'll still do my best to have something ready by then, but I don't expect it'll match the theme. Sorry, guys. :/

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It's my 6 year anniversary on Tumblr.

Yay, I guess.

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tfw I have another plot bunny running around in my head before I’ve put in more work on stories I have yet to finish

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Nothing like waking up and seeing a bunch of notifications about AO3 comments, getting excited to read some feedback, and... they turn out to be spam comments with obvious phishing links. Pure joy, that.

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Why I took a break.

So here’s the long and short of things. My mom was hospitalized with pneumonia. This is on top of having severe COPD. She almost died. But worse, we learned from the doctors that the resulting damage to her lungs has her in such a state that they fear she’ll have to be intubated if this happens again… and that they reckon at this rate she has about six months left to live. I needed some time to process that and the doctors’ advice to make “end of life” plans for her and tbh I still dunno if I’m ok, but… I think I need distraction more than not atm. So yeah, that’s why I was off for a while. Not looking for sympathy posts or anything, just explaining.

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hi stuff is still happening but i’ll explain soon

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on hiatus for a while

sorry bad stuff happening

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Bumping my Yamcha fic to duck the allegations that I never stick up for him. And also because I actually really liked this one.

Release

‘sup, y’all? So I figured I’d upload another older one shot of mine for your reading pleasure. This one came about when I was flipping through the ol’ FF archives and noticed a disturbing trend in which Yamcha was often depicted as abusive, thoughtless, a cheater, and so on, despite no real evidence suggesting that’s what came between the two, especially given Bulma’s worldview of seeing another girl flirting with HIM as his fault. And truth be told, based on both of their behaviors in the past, it’s simply far more likely that not only was neither a saint, but the ‘betrayal’ (such as it may or may not be) was on Bulma’s end, especially given Yamcha’s still-sore behavior when they met up to face the Androids. And from that idea, this was born. Please keep in mind I tried to do this in a way that avoids any direct bashing or assignment of blame, this is just Yamcha’s POV and perspective on things. Hope you enjoy.

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