#just-some-gt-trash

[fanfic-lover-girl]

DBZ Thoughts: Yamcha Deserved Better

So I got into Dragonball because I grudgingly watched Kai on Nicktoons with my brother. My complaints became faker as the Frieza saga thickened and before I knew it, I fell in love with the series. Sometime later, I discovered Dragonball and watched that series as well. I think I watched GT after DB.

Since I watched DBZ first, I cared little for the human characters. I liked Piccolo because of his relationship with Gohan. And I enjoyed Krillin in the Namek/Frieza saga and I felt sad when he died. But I didn't really CARE. Tien and Yamcha were afterthoughts. I thought Chiaotzu was lame and a waste of space. All I cared about were the Saiyans.

But then I watched Dragonball and I fell in love with the human characters. So much magic and wonder. I like DBZ but Dragonball hits differently.

Anyway, I liked Yamcha. Was never a huge fan but I have really begun to feel sorry for the guy especially since my love for Vegebul has kind of faded a bit. I admit that even in the height of my Vegebul fanfic days as a teenage girl, I felt super uncomfortable or annoyed reading fics where Yamcha was painted as a loser, abuser or cheater. I hated how fanfic writers treated Yamcha like trash to make Vegeta look better. People out here trying to make Yamcha into a monster to make Vegeta, the guy who beat on Gohan in the previous two sagas and killed a village of Namekians with sadistic glee, look good :(. Now that I look back on it, I was reading trash!

Intro aside, I wanted to reflect on some ways that Yamcha could have been treated better in the series (DB and DBZ). I think Yamcha is a great character already and he does not need to be a bloodthirsty Saiyan to be amazing...but just some small things that could give him some more wins.

Dragonball: Yamcha vs Tien as the semi-finals fight

Yamcha's fight showcased Tien's cruelty. Roshi's fight symbolized the older generation being surpassed by the younger. But would the story change all that much if the fights were switched? Give Yamcha a chance to make it to the semis and use it as a storytelling device to show that Yamcha is catching up to Roshi as well. I think the story could have been even stronger if Tien was shown to surpass the older generation but then showed his cruelty.

DBZ: Bulma & Yamcha's breakup ending more amicably

I HATE how many Vegebul fans treat Yamcha. Yamcha is a good man and Bulma was always the abusive and unfaithful one in the relationship. I was not a huge Bulma fan in DB. Honestly, I don't think I truly liked Bulma until she got with Vegeta and became a mom. Anyway, why is it necessary to paint Yamcha as a cheater to pave the way for Vegebul? There are many ways for people to break up! The breakup could be a mutual thing where they decide they are better as friends (just look at their sibling vibe in the Buu saga). Maybe Future Trunks' arrival causes Yamcha to be more insistent on marriage and family and Bulma does not feel ready for the commitment. Maybe Yamcha walks away because he can't stand Bulma being friendly with the guy responsible for his murder. So many ways to paint Yamcha, and even Bulma, in a better light so that Yamcha does not look like the loser beta male who lost in the love triangle.

[nightgoodomens]

How did you predict that ??! It is awesome but omg . Like honestly he is trying so hard to get her out there I do feel it is abit late tho.

More asks and answers below:

Because they went very basic obvious PR. If something feels forced, on purpose, not organic, not usual; if it stinks, it stinks for a reason.

It started with him making a point to mention her during his BAFTAs interviews to ensure they write her name down.

Constant mentions from a man who always avoided talking about her are always suspicious.

But hey maybe I’m too cynical?

Then with every article underlining she’s an ACTOR. Which was a stretch anyway and frankly no media would care to mention her if he didn’t tell them to.

But hey maybe I’m too cynical?

Then bang we wake up in the morning of BAFTAs with every trash magazine writing articles about her suddenly about some old stuff so they were told to do so because they had zero reason to do that themselves. They had zero reason to care about her when she hasn’t done anything new so they had to bring up really old stories and focus purely on her even though it was David’s day. So they were paid to do so.

But hey maybe I’m too cynical?

But then bang again we are suddenly getting a whole over-acted show. Oh my godddd you look amaaaazing he made such an amazed face right in front of the main camera where they decided to meet. What a coincidence! Click📸. Ohhh time for a huge PDA kiss in front of all these cameras! Click📸. Oh now you give me a long loved look and now I do that in return! Click📸. My goodness like in a perfect movie with actors… oh.

And then ok we are done, where’s Michael?

David has worked his ass off to give her everything he could, even getting Michael to give her a role, now it’s up to her to do something with it. He will probably try to push her wherever possible, but we will need to see if suddenly after all these years she became an actress that people want because of her skills not famous surnames. Surnames only get you so far.

If she’s still the same, he can dance on his head and it won’t work. Sure Neil is his buddy was loves a nepo show, and Michael loves David, so he did it for him (he did make her watch an intimate moment between men though lmao), but how many more people will take her on just because David is pretty?

Oh I wonder what suddenly made him so desperate and motivated to find her a job after years of failures… so he’d be more free… I wonder if it starts with M and ends with L.

Honestly I was laughing when people were all “this is true love!” no babes this is business. The most blatant of businesses.

I doubt she suddenly became a good actress so I wonder if they will try something else with her. I just wish DT got a break and in result us.

I think things are a little different now and so might be his priories. I hope the agent won’t keep on using him to promote her. Even more than already.

Yeah I cross my fingers for GO to be nepo free but…

No wonder he’s so tiny, dude is exhausted from everyone hanging on him. He tried so many freaking times with GT, I just hope that agent finds her something that isn’t just hanging on him.

He is a shover 😂

If she actually wanted a job then she’d have found something she’s actually good at years ago. But she wants the “cool” job and doesn’t want to admit she just isn’t that good. When you are privileged, you can spend 15 years having your man try to make you an actress. Normal people go “damn I’m shit at this and I need to pay bills so let’s find something else”.

Aw thank you for writing in and don’t worry!

I’m not 100% sure yet.

I could see AL/MS break up but not GT/DT but now I have a slight itching (after seeing that the PR show was indeed to get GT a job) whether… well…

We have such an extreme push to make GT and AL independent or at least slightly less dependent on the dudes and it’s clearly a whole plan that they have put into motion. Why such sudden need? Especially since soft launching MS/DT at the same time?

I definitely won’t say oh yeah sure there is a separation coming. But I’m also not saying “no way!!!” anymore.

If a separation will come then on beautiful (££) terms though.

[guaxinimraccoon]

Omg! I just found your channel after vigorously searching through the gt tumblr. I have been wanting to tell you how much your art inspired my beginner art journey. So much so that Toby was the inspiration for my oc Liam. Thanks for creating awesome content! Sincerely, me.

(Ps: here’s some art of my oc Liam)

Omg this is so wholesome???? I feel so bad for letting this one sit in my ask box for so long, I swear I only saw this a few days ago

This is so precious, I don't even have words to express how much of a honor it is to have inspired you as an artist

Your art is incredible and I loved your Liam! I bet he and Toby would be great friends ❤️❤️thank you for dedicating some time to remind me how much this trash is important to me

[tvckerwash]

Hi, I really enjoy your analysis of toaru, especially those about accel! I recently saw an opinion which bothers me a lot, but somehow makes a point, so I am not sure whether to take it seriously. I wonder what's your opinion: Kihara discovered accel's ability before nine, so he is the one who knows how accel behaves before his monstrous power comes to light, and might be the one closest to accel's "true nature". Is he then, as claimed by Kihara, the "selfish and considerate bastard who secretly puts himself above most"? Especially considering hc op, as someone claims, the problem could be solved instantly if he just comes out of prison, and he seems satisfied in gt 5(?). Does it mean he could tolerate sacrifices of innocents as long as his deep wishes of redemption are satisfied, even if it seems somewhat pretentious? I know it's a harsh opinion, but somehow I don't know what to respond, since I have trouble understanding accel's behaviours throughout hc op. Do you think it's overall selfish or maybe a consistency issue in terms of writing?

aww thank you! theres pretty much no toaru fandom here on tumblr dot com, and not many of the few people that exist are novel readers, so I kind of forget that half my toaru posts exist lol.

if I'm understanding your question correctly, I believe that the opinion you saw was probably made by someone who doesn't understand why accelerator has chosen to take the path he has in gt, and they also don't understand where the immature, over the top arrogance he possessed in ot came from.

his arrogance is not unfounded, and it stems from the fact that he is morally superior to the other members of the dark side that he's gone up against. accelerator is a character who cares very deeply about being good and righting his past wrongs, and he has never tolerated the 'trash' of the dark side dragging innocent or otherwise unrelated parties into dark side problems. saving last order in ot5, ditching index during the ac invasion arc and warning heaven canceler about hound dog, flexing on kakine in ot15 by protecting all the bystanders who got caught in their fight, rescuing the kids being held hostage in ot19, and working together with hamazura in nt1 to save fremea are just some of the many examples of accel's heroism shown throughout the series.

in regards to accel being in prison, I don't think all the problems in ac that occur because of the dark side would be fixed by him not being in prison. sure, it might help, but that doesn't take into account that he now has a responsibility as the board chairman to set a good example, and what kind of message would he be sending to the world if he put his foot down and dismantled the dark side without acknowledging his own previous involvement, and the crimes he committed? that would make him no better than the corrupt, amoral adults he despises, so no matter how much it pains him, he needs to sit back and have faith in others to do what he cannot because this isn't a battle he alone is fighting. with great power comes great responsibility.

[whumpinthepot]

Hamster Interactive Story

CYOA

Chapter 6. Clean

Previous - Masterlist

Content: Giant/tiny, pet trope, cages, dehumanization, dubious handling, selective mutism, female cast, broken bones, forced medication, fever/sickness, dubious kiss (platonic, probably on the head)

Ashley’s Pov

Poll winners: Tie between “Wipe her clean”, and “Give her a minute to calm down” and a second tie with half the votes “Brush bedding from her hair”, and “Put her to bed”

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The poor girl is covered from head to toe in sweat, tears, and dirt from where most of it was swept under the counter where she was found. Her whole body quivers with shaky exhales, and she’s resting on her back with her eyes closed.

You can’t leave her looking like this; that would be disgraceful as a pet owner, so you dab a face cloth under warm water, and carefully wipe Hamster clean while little whimpers slip through her teeth. You’re careful of her left side where scrapes are littered across her skin, washing away any lingering grime until she looks more clean, and comfortable. 

Once that’s done, you give her a moment to calm down on her own while you tidy the bathroom. You keep an eye on her and make sure she’s nowhere near the ledge of the counter, but she doesn’t move. She ends up in a tight shaking ball with her hair pulled over her body to hide, and cover herself.

Once everything is in the trash, put away, and wiped up, you glance at the orange puff. Her shaking seems lighter, if just slightly. She’s gone through enough for the night and you really don’t feel it’s right to keep handling her. Though you did notice the brush on the floor as you were picking her up earlier. Her hair must be bothering her… 

Speaking softly, you lift her into your arms, careful not to rub against her makeshift cast. She’ll need help sleeping tonight, so you syringe a drop of liquid baby gravol into her mouth, and carry her to her cage.

You pick bits of fluff from her hair while you walk to ease the discomfort before placing her into the bedding after kissing her goodnight. 

To be safe, you also tie the cage door closed to keep her from falling again. You leave her alone for the rest of the night, and go to bed yourself.

When you check on her in the morning, Hamster is hot to the touch, and whimpering. Your heart lurches, and you scoop her to your chest while deciding what to do. 

Starting a GoFundMe seems to be less of an option and more of an obligation at this point. Her crying rips at your heartstrings as you snap a picture of her snuggled into your palm. You save the picture to your phone to upload once you have some free time. Hamster has quite the following on your social media, so you’re sure her fans will help you out. 

You promise her it will be okay. 

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[gt-daboss]

GT April Fools (2/2)

Warning: Heavy angst, fear play, referring to a human being as it, mentions of vore.

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also bonus profiles of Eve and Melody at the end!

3.9k words (sorry)

“You're really not gonna eat that?” her roommate, Chima, questioned. Raising an eye at the near-untouched plate of Sausmar meat in front of her, she let out a huff. “I thought you loved Zhou Fou’s takeout?”

Melody tried. She tried to eat, but she just couldn’t. It had been over a week since her last interaction with the human, but she still couldn’t get the look on Evelyn’s face out of her mind. From the scream of fear when she grabbed her to seeing the human limp away on her bleeding leg. 

Melody wasn’t hungry.

“Look, I have to head to class, but by the time I'm back, you better have finished that, clear?” Chima said with an air of finality, locking eyes with the shorter Taur. Melody could only nod, which, fortunately, seemed to be enough for her roommate, as before she knew it Melody heard the distinct click of the door shutting leaving her alone once more. 

 Now with nobody to distract her, her eyes quickly wandered over to the outlet Evelyn used to enter her world. The world away from the Giants beyond the walls, the world where she felt safe, away from Melody. She felt tears quickly prick in her eyes making her vision go blurry as she choked back a sob. Her eyes were already bloodshot and cheeks stained with dried tears, I can’t break down every time I think of her, come on, pull yourself together Mel.

Wiping her eyes and taking deep breaths, she picked up her plate and threw most of it in the trash. Saving but a small vegetable, she approached the outlet and laid her prize. Despite their earlier incident, she had noticed that the human family had still been taking her food, though each time Melody had been hiding in her room, avoiding another confrontation with the human who she would only scare away. 

****

“You’re still not feeling up for scavenging, Eve?” Evelyn’s mother, Mary, questioned. It had only been a couple of days ago when she came home to her daughter with a nasty, but mostly superficial wound on her leg, which she refused to tell how she got it.

“I don’t want to slow you down, besides, Dad will be coming back from his trip from the other floors today, someone needs to be here ‘else he's gonna freak out.” Eve laughed, causing a smile to return to Mary’s face again. In truth, Eve hated when her parents would leave for days at a time, scavenging the whole apartment complex, leaving her alone with nothing to occupy herself with but the occasional dust bunny. And Melody.

Instantly her smile vanished from her face, her laugh tittering off into an awkward cough. Though she tried to hide it, her mother noticed instantly.

“Hey, if there is anything you need to tell me, you can. I promise I won't be angry at you, I only worry. Ever since you got that cut you have been acting different, did… did the Monotaur girl do this to you? Is that why you have been avoiding scavenging in her room.” Mary probed. 

Yes, Eve wanted to say, She picked me up, she tried to EAT me. She cut my leg with her claws to try and slow me down, I barely escaped.

“I’m FINE mom, heavens sometimes I can barely tell you apart from Dad with all your worrying. There was a nail poking out of the path and I tripped, that's all.” She huffed hoping that would get her mother off her tail until she could sort out her true feelings. Her mother fake-pouted.

“Well alright then, I know I worry but you didn’t have to go so far as to compare me to Will,” Mary laughed, “Come then, one last kiss before I head off for certain doom?”

Smiling, Eve got up and wrapped her arms around her mother before receiving three quick kisses on both her cheeks and forehead warming her up despite the lie she had just told. Her mother, soon left to get some quick scavenging done from 436, leaving Eve alone with only her thoughts to occupy her.

Why… why didn’t I tell her about Melody… she's dangerous, she is probably planning her next move right now. Mom, Dad, is it right to put them in danger like this? No, so then why haven’t I told them…

Guilt wracked her brain, but also fear, Originally she was going to tell her parents about the incident. They would have had to leave their home behind, all the memories they had shared there, all the work they had put into making a good life, gone. But it was worth it to avoid capture… or worse. 

She shivered thinking about being held over certain doom by her legs over her ‘friend’s’ smiling face. 

But… she just couldn’t wrap her mind around it somehow.

****

Holding her blood-stained palm to her bleeding leg, she tried to apply pressure and limp home as quickly as her current state would allow. Images of a grinning giant ripping open the walls to grab her and her family flooded her mind. Tears streamed down her face as her heart pounded dulling her senses. Melody wasn’t safe anymore, all this time it had just been a ploy.

Bursting through the front door of her home, she frantically scanned the room for her parents but found it empty. No no NO! Mel, how could you… please don’t tell me you took them from me, please! I don’t know what I’ll do without-

“I’m sorry”

Eve heard a faint cry from outside the walls, stopping her mental spiral in its tracks. Wiping her eyes, her head cleared for the first time, her heart stopped pounding leaving her home without a sound. Pulling herself together, she held an ear to the walls and waited.

And waited, the silence was deafening as her ear forced itself against the mahogany walls, just as she was about to give up she heard the faint but clear voice of Melody.

“I’m sorry…” Melody sobbed, audible through the walls even though the Taur was whispering. Eve nearly jumped when she heard it. Yanking her head off the wall, she collapsed against her bed, taking deep breaths to calm herself. Her parents were still off on their scavenging trip for another day, Melody couldn’t have taken them… then why, why is she sorry?

Her mind wracked itself for answers, most of them coming to the obvious conclusion: this was a trap. The giant was trying to lure her outside once more to finish the job. But the sound of the Taur's anguished cries didn’t sound like acting.

She crashed on her bed, covering herself with cloth blankets and curling up on herself. Though she was exhausted, the constant sobbing of Melody made it near impossible to fall asleep. Only an hour later when the crying stopped did their fatigues take over sending both human and Taur into a restless slumber.

****

That was a little more than a week ago, still, she did not have an obvious answer to her Melody problem. It was time to fix that. Grabbing her tools, as well as a note, her plan was simple.

Hopefully, Melody can read it, I’ll stay out of sight, in and out as quickly as I can. Eve thought as she unscrewed the outlet and stepped into the outside world for the first time in a week. It was refreshing but also served as a reminder of the danger the Taur world held for humans. Beings their size wouldn’t even have to try to hurt her people, they could accidentally kill someone and not even realize it…

An accident huh, could that really be it, just a misunderstanding from a friend? She quickly shook her head, a friend wouldn’t dangle another friend upside down by their legs, thrash their leg when they tried to run… a friend wouldn’t threaten to EAT them.

Eve’s mood quickly soured after that, some of her fear returning. What would talking to Melody even accomplish? How could she truly ever know if Melody was safe… Suddenly the atmosphere seemed to thicken out of nowhere. Her instincts went wild as she knew something was wrong, very very wrong.

Two giant eyeballs were staring right at her.

****

Chima wasn’t exactly friends with Melody. Though the two shared an apartment together and attended the same university, both students kept to themselves. Normally Chima wouldn’t have cared that her roommate had skipped a few classes, but the mood swings and lack of eating… it didn’t take a genius to know Melody was in trouble. But all she has told me is that she lost something!

“Chima skipping lecture? Gasp! This is unheard of, what is this devilish fiend up to today?” Her friend, Claire, teased, poking her friend's shoulder and giggling.

“Relax shorty, I’m just taking a well-needed mental health break, there's only so much of Mr. Sharpener I can take in one semester,” She quipped back with a smile, quickly sending her friend on the backfoot stopping her laughs.

“What? Shorty!? It's not my fault I hang out with a living skyscraper! Have fun at home cuz’ I’m not signing you into class anymore!” The shorter Taur responded back with a pout before quickly turning away from her friend and stomping towards class.

“Love you too!”

She got flipped the double bird.

Heheh… ok focus, focus! I gotta find a way to snap Melody outta her funk…even food hasn’t worked, but I've barely talked to her, It’d be awkward to just try and start a conversation like that between me and Claire, I’ve had less meaningful conversations with Mel as I have fingers…

“Maybe I should have asked Claire for help, she's much more of a people person than I am, not to mention maybe her small size would help her find whatever Melody lost.”

****

The walk home did not help. Maybe somebody stole something from her? But she only goes to class with the bare essentials, all her important stuff is at home, so the only way stealing that would be possible is if somebody broke in… no, I would definitely notice a fully grown Taur stomping around my house.

Chima sighed her head hurting from all the mental gymnastics. Quietly opening her door, she began making her way to her roommate's abode, until a certain savory smell hit her.

Following her nose brought her to the kitchen counter where she saw it, a human, completely oblivious to her, standing next to a vegetable from the meal Chima got for Melody just a couple of hours earlier. Suddenly, everything clicked. 

The stolen item, this little thing is the culprit. Nobody else could have gotten into our home, this little shit no doubt has been stealing from us for a while now, but it wasn't satisfied with just stealing their food. No… these things always want more and more, and when they can’t get it themselves, they take it like it's their right to do so…

Chima was silently fuming, her eyes locked onto the tiny, oblivious human. For the past week, Melody had barely left her room, had barely eaten, and spent most of her waking hours a moping mess, and it was all this human's fault. The tiny creature finally noticed the giant looming over her, but it was too late to run.

Melody won't have to deal with you anymore you little shit, She thought as she grabbed an empty mason jar and slammed it down over the human before she could even think of running away.

****

Eve froze. She couldn’t move, forever stuck with her mouth open. She watched as the eyes shifted from observant looming to dangerous precision. With blinding speed, the Taur grabbed a jar and slammed it down over her. She screamed as the booming noise shattered her eardrums.

Eve always had nightmares about being captured, but there was truly no way to do the real thing justice. Eve’s already small form felt almost microscopic as the mason jar she was trapped in flipped over and skyrocketed to meet the raging Giant's face. She already felt like she needed to throw up, but when pupils the size of her head locked onto her tiny form all she could think of was the feeling of prey being trapped by their predator.

“You THIEF! You think you can just get away from stealing from us right under our noses huh? Do you think this is funny?” Chima yelled, inadvertently bringing her flaming scarlet eyes dangerously close to the frozen human.

“No no NO! No, I swear no! I-I didn’t steal an-ANYTHING from-” The young human desperately tried to defend herself, nearing tears at this point and beginning to hyperventilate.

“SHUT UP! You little pests don't even know how lucky you are. Our ancestors out of the goodness of our hearts spared your people from destruction when it was our right to enact it. We gave your people your own land to settle, yet you animals continue to come to our land to leech off us till this day.”

Eve was barely holding on, tears beginning to flow down her cheek, the Taur was beyond reason, no matter what she tried she wouldn’t listen. Somehow Melody convinced this giant that she had stolen something precious from them. She tried to choke out a response, but-

“Chima what the hell is going on here!” Melody hearing the commotion burst through her door to confront the yelling giant.

****

“Melody, you’re home, I found your thief,” Chima announced whipping around to meet her Giant roommate, “This little thing has been scurrying around our house for who knows how long, you didn’t lose anything, this bug stole it!”

Melody for the first time noticed the jar in her right hand and froze. There she was, in all her sobbing glory, Evelyn. Immediately she got flashbacks to their last encounter, how she grabbed her, threatened her, hurt her… the sickness in her stomach returned in full force as she looked over at the trembling human inside the mason jar. Evelyn was looking at her the same way she had before, like she was a monster, I am, I'm not safe for her, she… she doesn’t trust me, she hates me. I hurt her. I deserve this.

“I bet she knows exactly where your ‘lost’ item is, just give me a couple of minutes and I’ll get it out of her,” Chima stated, lightly shaking the jar, causing the human inside to scream in pain. 

Chima! Stop it you are hurting her! Melody wanted to say. Even if Evelyn hated her, she couldn’t just let her be hurt like this. Steeling her nerve, she managed to speak up.

“Wait! Chima!” Melody cried. It was like the whole room went silent, Chima eyed her, but what surprised her most was that Eve also peeked her head out from her curled, shaking body to look at her.

“Can–, can I do it instead, I just- I think I will- I’d like to do it if possible…” Melody mumbled out, a far cry from what she truly wanted to say. Her words had the opposite effect of the human on the human though, her little eyes bulged as her face started to portray that of a scared mouse No… how! What did I say wrong? I don’t understand how I keep messing up even when I'm trying to help her. She sucked in a breath, willing herself not to cry, I don't deserve to cry.

“Sure, she’s all yours, I guess,” Chima said nonchalantly, handing the jar over to which Melody quickly but carefully snatched it up and held it close.

No… no no no… not Melody… Please not Melody. She manipulated this giant into thinking I stole something from them, she has been manipulating me and my family for months to let our guard down… and now she finally is going to get her hands on me for good… The little human wanted to scream out but when she tried all she could manage was a choke of fear. She was truly crying now, nobody could save her.

 Without another word, Melody quietly began walking back toward the confines of her room. Closing her door with an ominous click, it was just her and Eve.

****

For what felt like hours Eve had been trying to force herself to talk, even just one last plea, anything to try to convince the giant girl she didn’t have to do this, but she was frozen, the only thing she could was shake against the cold glass of her prison as it shook side to side.

Without speaking a word, Eve was dumped out of her cage and into the soft plain of Melody’s bed, she couldn’t force herself to look at her, she didn’t want to see the smug face of her captor, the same smiling face that nearly ate her only a week ago.

Melody tried to open her mouth to speak, she needed to say something, anything to assure the human she meant no harm, that the past week, the only thing she had been thinking of was how she messed up, how she was sorry, how she hated herself for what she did and the fear she caused, that she wanted to throw up over how she had scared her, how she clipped her nails after she scarred her. The burning in her hands where she picked Eve up when she promised she would never do that without permission. 

“Evelyn…” she started, it was the only thing she could say. If she tried to say anything else she wouldn’t have been able to hold back the tears. Slowly but surely Eve poked her head out between her knees to make eye contact with her. She looked awful, no longer even scared, she just looked defeated, resigned to her fate, her fate is me, I’m the cause of her fear. But… but I can fix this, she’s at least looking at me now. I just… I just have to tell her I am sorry, tell her the truth, I don’t want to hurt-

*Grrrrwwwwwlllll

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Her stomach’s noise echoed around the room, she couldn’t even move as she realized what her body had done No no no, why now why!? Eve didn’t even respond, she didn’t run, she didn't scream, instead she just put her head back on her knees and cried.

Why why why why why! I can’t keep doing this, why can’t I just talk to her, why can’t I just be normal? Why am I such a monster to her!? The floodgates of her tears, the week's worth of time holding them in, trying to be strong, trying not to show weakness, spilled out. It started out as a choked sob, but it couldn’t be stopped from there. Soon she was a weeping mess face down in the now-soaked blankets. Everything Melody had hoped she could do to mend her relationship with Eve had failed, she had failed, no matter what she tried, how she tried it, nothing had worked. One mess-up and she had scared away the only person who she had ever considered a friend. 

She cried with all her heart, crying until she ran out of breath, and then crying some more. She couldn’t stop, she felt like she would cry forever. She continued until she was fully exhausted, her sobs gradually morphing into pitiful sniffles as she had thoroughly drenched her bed. 

I just… I c-can’t take any more of this, is this what I am meant to be? A m-monster or an outcast? Is this how Eve has always seen me? A threat? Someone who would submit to their lowest instinct and… and eat their best friend at any given opportunity. Had she just been pretending to be my friend this whole time? I had been so happy to finally have a friend I didn’t even notice that she was terrified of-

“Mel” A quiet, almost silent voice spoke out her name causing her to pause her inner spiral, at first she thought she was imagining it, but just as she was about to continue her cries Eve spoke again.

“Melody… please look at me,” it was definitely Eve, I don’t get it, why is she still talking to me…

“I can’t, I… I don’t want to scare you anymore,” Melody choked out burying her head deeper into the blankets.

“Melody… I,”

“No stop, please just stop, you don’t have to pretend anymore, please it just hurts more. I know I scare you, I know I am a monster, you- you don't have to pretend to like me anymore. I’ll leave you and your family alone, you won’t ever hear from me again, I’ll stop bothering you, I’ll stop bothering humans, please just…” Make the pain go away…

“Melody, stop, I am not scared of you,” Eve commanded, but how can I believe that? After all-

Warmth, for the first time, she felt it: the tiniest, little-est, warmest feeling on her tear-stained cheek. Eve had planted her hand on her cheek. Physically jumping back from the unexpected touch Melody now loomed over the human, though Evelyn still pressed onward towards her.

“Eve! Don’t do that. I could hurt you,” Melody feared, nearly causing the human to lose her momentum, but with a deep breath, Eve spoke in a calm voice.

“Would you though?”

“What? N-no of course not, I… I was just saying you should be careful,” 

“Melody please bring your face back down for me,” Eve gently asked. It would have been so easy for the Taur to disobey, but even though Melody held all the power, she wouldn’t dream of doing anything other than the human's wishes. 

“Uhhh okay… so what now, do you want-”

*Oomph!* suddenly she felt the distinct, warm, comforting feeling of Eve touching her face again. And not just a touch, she felt her face turn red with heat as she realized that the human was hugging her! Hugging her!

“You are not a monster, Mel. I refuse to believe it. A monster isn’t this clumsy, monsters don’t make friends with humans, they don’t apologize, they don’t… they don’t cry… as you did, if anything, I am the monster for treating you as just a heartless beast, you’re more than that, much more, you… you are my best friend!” She declared, squeezing her friend's giant cheeks with all her might.

Melody had never been so elated, she almost wanted to break down into tears again. The human truly, truly understood, all of a sudden she felt 100 tons lighter, like she was finally able to breathe again. This was nearly the best feeling in the entire world, normally she wouldn’t be pushing it, but she didn’t know when she’d ever get another opportunity like this.

“Uhmm, Eve… do you mind if I pick you up, N-not for anything bad or anything, I just really want to hug you…”

“Oh, Melody,” Eve began, normally she would refuse, but today… just this once, she needed to be strong for Melody. “Of course you can, I would love that, just be gentle…”

Melody immediately beamed, slowly pulling out of the hug, and gently placing her hand in front of the human who hesitated at first, but eventually stepped on. Laying in her bed now, she looked down at the confused Eve.

“Just- just tell me if it's too much o-okay?” Melody asked, getting a quick nod in response giving her the go-ahead. Taking a deep breath, she smiled.

“G-get ready for a Taur-sized hug, Eve!”

As promised, character sheets of both Melody and Evelyn! As well as some bonus pictures of the two goofing as compensation for the looooong wait (and the long chapter haha)

and here are da goofballs

Previous Chapter

Now for an Authors Note, read if you want but you can skip this, just a little rant :)

IT WAS A PAIN to get these two (Melody and Eve) to actually interact with each other, I had a lot of trouble trying to get the story where it needed to be for the angst and hurt to really hit. I couldn't just have them meet out in the open again, Eve would just run away, and Melody wouldn't chase her, which COULD have been good, but it wouldn't have been angsty, and I would have had to probably write another chapter to conclude it, and I didn't want to keep u guys waiting so Chima was made! I originally wasn’t planning on using her much in this chapter, but here she is anyways haha. I know she seems cruel at the moment, So I am curious what you think of her! I am also curious what you guys think of the vore aspects of the story, should I increase or decrease the mention of it? I’m not sure if it makes people uncomfortable or not (there will probably *99.9%* not be any eating of any of the main characters, but mentions of it to scare them I think its a really great tool for fear play) I’m curious what the opinion on how I have been using it so far. Any questions about the world they live in are open now if u wanna ask, how are humans treated in society? What are their roles? Etc etc.

Bottom line! I’m very curious about what you think of the story! Thanks for reading this far, I hope you all have a wonderful day.

[neonthewrite]

Grey Landing (Part 6)

The prompt "Stargazing" made me think of Isaac Grey for some reason. The sailor who found himself in a strange land of giants returns, which is fitting considering his original few snippets came about in GT July last year. He's still working on figuring out how to communicate with the giants, who so far haven't shown much interest in returning the effort.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5)

(Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10)

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“A need a good bed,” Isaac muttered to himself. Instead, he had a coil of rope around him, a thick twist of fibers that all together was thicker around than his waist, and a bunch of fishing trash. It would be some time before he had a chance to sleep. He could probably lay himself down among the ropes and tackle and catch some rest, the rocking of the boat a reminder of how at home he usually felt on the sea. It was no hammock, this pile of ropes, but his weary bones promised not to complain.

The temptation couldn’t hold up against the looming presence not ten meters away. The giant sitting so close, his companion not far beyond him, ensured Isaac couldn’t rest just yet. He couldn’t let his guard down, not around a pair of giants he couldn’t trust yet, no matter that they hadn’t hurt him so far. He couldn’t control where he’d wake up, if he woke up at all.

So, to keep his mind off the exhaustion and the helplessness of his predicament, Isaac assessed his latest surroundings. Tangled wires lay in an angry mess under a few broken wooden objects with faded paint that looked like fish eyes and fins. Many dips in the salty water had robbed them of their colors and they’d lost the hooks that could secure them to the end of a fishing line. Old broken fishing lures that couldn’t be thrown away.

He dismissed those in favor of the few metal pieces in the pile. Moving gingerly, he sifted through them, ever wary of sharp edges and points on broken hooks and tackle. Moving things about, he found pieces in all states of disrepair.

The giants, it seemed, weren’t willing to get rid of anything, and he could hardly blame them. Back home, everyone felt the squeeze of supplies and prices, everyone knew the value of at least trying to repair and repurpose things.

Well, if Isaac was going to be dropped among the rubbish, he’d repurpose things himself before they got around to it. It was only fair.

His first pick was a three-pronged fishing hook that had lost two of its prongs just above where they branched off. The remaining barb was as sharp as ever, while the two broken off parts stuck out just enough that he was sure they could be useful somehow, but not enough that they would rest uncomfortably against his side when he claimed the thing in his belt. The barb tucked safely against his thigh, and so long as no giant grabbed him too tightly, they wouldn’t be stuck by that hook.

Otherwise, well, they’d get a lesson in some manners.

Also among the scraps, Isaac found a metal disc with holes spaced evenly along it. From the look of it, it had been part of a reel on one of those fishing poles at some point before breaking off. They’d kept the scuffed metal, and he decided to claim it as a good-sized shield just in case. Some scrapped leather cord woven through some of the holes created a handle on the inner curve of the disk and also gave him a way to sling it over his shoulders.

A shield, even a small one, could prove critical in a place where even the fish outclassed him. He’d been through enough in his life to know that over-preparation was impossible. Having some supplies to his name, even borrowed from a giant’s discard pile, eased his mind a bit.

The boat rocked and shuddered as the giants finally reeled in their latest catch. They sounded excited, and Isaac couldn’t blame them. From his low vantage point, he saw the younger giant straining with the net as a fish the size of his arm thrashed about.

A fish that size would probably feed hundreds back home. It’d only feed a few giants, but still. Isaac counted himself impressed. He settled down against the piles of rope where he’d been consigned to wait. He had the patience to hold out a bit longer.

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Isaac woke with a snort as something knocked into the hull and shook through him. His heart fluttered with a momentary shock as he realized he’d dozed off after all, but he forgave himself when he remembered the ache running through his limbs. He blinked and rubbed a rough hand down his face to hasten his waking.

There wasn’t a giant hand rushing at him. Instead, one of the giants stood far overhead, looming and leaning over the boat at a vertiginous angle. Isaac stared in shock for a moment, realizing that the young giant stood on that enormous dock and the fishing boat, its sails stowed and a lantern lit, was rocking gently against it. The older giant took some rope handed off to him, doing the busy work of lashing the boat securely. The fish coolers, each the size of warehouses, already sat on the dock. Night had fallen softly around them, broken by enormous lanterns on the dock.

He didn’t have much time to think about how he’d slept through a good portion of the work of making port. The sky overhead caught his attention. The clouds had finally cleared away.

Stars, a thick blanket of them, spread over the dark canopy above. A broad cluster of them looked like a swipe of dust overhead. Isaac had never seen such a clear sky.

Not a single star among the many looked familiar. Isaac scanned as much as he could see, his skin crawling for the wrongness of the sight. It didn’t even look like the stylized charts his father had shown him from his homeland in India. Wherever he was, he hadn’t seen a chart for it.

In the midst of his startled stargazing, the older giant leaned over the bench of the boat and blocked his view. The man wore a familiar suspicious frown. He scanned over Isaac, eyes lingering on the hook at his belt. Isaac narrowed his eyes right back, not moving from where he reclined. Something about that man’s look reminded him of an uppity first mate on a ship Isaac did not miss. “Can a help you? Don’t tell me ya expected me to carry my weight‒”

The man’s hand appeared and rushed at him, cutting off his ornery complaint. “Stunt sbew, nei̯fitblei̯nd.”

Isaac flinched. If he weren’t so tired and hungry, he was sure he’d be able to leap to his feet before being grabbed up. As it was, he barely managed to move before the giant hand gathered him up in a fist, deftly avoiding the hook he wore. “A don’t know what you want,” he protested, squirming while the giant stood and exited the boat at last. “Happy to take my leave if ya’d stop with the manhandlin’!”

The giant handed him over to the other one with a grunt. Isaac found himself deposited in a pair of cupped hands before the older giant hoisted up one of the fish coolers and stomped past towards the shore. The younger giant sighed in some kind of defeat, and Isaac frowned up at him. “Don’t suppose I’ll convince you either, eh?”

The giant glanced down at him, and then rolled his eyes in what looked like exasperation.

“Aye. I’ll wait, then.”

[evieismol]

Gt Big Bend - Chapter 26 - Revelations

Cw: cursing, violence, death (non graphic)

Word count: 1440

Previous chapter

Dave

I heard Angie inhale sharply, but I kept my gaze fixed on the ground in front of me. I had never spoken about what had happened before - hell, I’d spent the better part of the last decade trying to forget about it. It was too late to go back now, though. I could practically feel Angie’s eyes boring into me as she waited for me to continue.

“I - my grandpa used to live in this cabin, in the middle of nowhere,” I started, trying to force myself to keep my voice steady. “When I was a kid, I’d go there in the summers sometimes. He’d take me hiking, and fishing, and camping, just the two of us. It was what made me want to become a ranger, actually. At least until what happened when I was 12. My grandpa had started letting me explore the woods around his property more and more as I’d gotten older, and on this particular day I wandered further than I’d been before, real deep into the mountains in this section of woods that had been ravaged by wildfires a few years prior. I spent the first part of the morning looking around the burnt remains of the woods, enthralled by the almost otherworldly appearance they had. I didn’t find anything too interesting at first. Some trash, plenty of charred wood. At one point, I saw a campsite off in the distance. I purposefully went in the opposite direction from it, not wanting to run into anyone else. It was around lunch time that it seemed like my exploration was finally paying off. I found this cave near a cliff face, and curiosity got the best of me, so I decided to see how deep it went. Stupid, I know, but that decision ended up saving my life.”

11 years ago

My flashlight only lit up a thin strip of rock in front of me, darkness otherwise consuming the narrow passageway. I glanced back over my shoulder. I shouldn’t go too far - I had no idea how long this cave went on for, or what types of animals might have decided to call it home. Still, standing at the entrance, on my own, I felt like one of those explorers from various adventure movies I’d seen. It wouldn’t hurt to go a little further in, I decided. After all , I was almost 13, which was practically an adult - at least im my mind - and practically an adult meant I was old enough to do so, and old enough to handle whatever trouble I might find in there. My sense of bravado didn’t last long, though, for moments later, everything around me shook.

My first thought was that it was an earthquake. Those weren’t common at my grandpa’s cabin, but my parents lived in California, so I had some experience with them. The shaking outside wasn’t like the earthquakes I’d experienced before, though. My first thought was that I should get out of the cave. In case it collapsed. Before I could do so, though, a figure appeared from behind the hills across from the cave. It looked almost human in shape, but there was one major problem with that. The figure towered over the burnt remains of the trees, easily reaching over a hundred feet high. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I’d heard about giants existing on Earth, but I’d been told the ‘smaller’ ones were the only ones I’d likely ever meet.

The figure in front of me was not one of the smaller ones.

Which means they’re an aphirial.

I felt my blood run cold at that realization. The figure drew closer, now fully visible from behind the hill. It was a man, a strikingly human looming man with pale skin and equally pale hair. He hadn’t seen me yet, namely because his attention seemed focused on something else.

Someone else, I realized moments later. There was a smaller figure across the burnt expanse as well. I almost didn’t notice them in comparison to the giant. The giant, however, had definitely noticed them. They had obviously noticed the giant as well. They were attempting to run away, an attempt that was quickly cut short as the giant caught up with them in ease, blocking their path with one foot. They were yelling something. I couldn’t make out what it was from my distance. I could, however, make out the giant’s voice. It boomed clearly across the expanse between us.

“Now what do we have here?”

I found myself frozen in place. My heart was beating so loudly I half expected both the human and the giant to notice me. Fortunately - or unfortunately for the human - the giant’s attention was focused solely on them. I watched in horror as the giant crouched down, picking the human up by one arm. The human struggled futiely against their grip. The giant raised them up so they were level with his comparatively huge face. They were still yelling, though I suspected it was more panicked screams than actual words at this point.

“So, I take it you’re the one that little campsite belongs to?”

If the human replied, I couldn’t make it out.

“You know, I’ve never seen a human up close before. You’re smaller than I imagined,” the giant said, looking unconcerned at the human’s panic. I felt like my own almost matched theirs. I desperately wanted to turn and run, but I found myself rooted to the stone floor of the cave as I watched the scene unfold.

I didn’t think it was possible for my level of horror to increase anymore. That assumption was proven wrong as I watched the human continue, jerking upwards in the giant’s grip. The sudden movement apparently caught the giant off guard. Things seemed to happen in slow motion after that. The human’s arm slipped from between the giants fingers. I watched as their small form plummeted to the ground. The giant crouched down, still looking unpertubed. When he picked the human up again, they were limp.

“Shame,” I heard him murmur. I wasn’t sure why that was what broke me from my trance, but I found myself able to move again. I scrambled towards the back of the cave, not stopping until I felt cold rock against my back. Then I started to sob. I wasn’t sure how long I stayed there, but when I finally found the courage to make my way to the front of the cave again, it was dark out. I hurried home after that, half expecting the giant to appear from the shadows and scoop me up at any minute.

That didn’t happen, though. Instead, I arrived home to find my grandfather organizing a search for me, having grown worried when I didn’t return by nightfall. He asked where I’d been. I found myself unable to tell him, unable to recount what I’d seen. I wasn’t sure anyone would believe me anyways - aphirials weren’t supposed to be on this planet, after all. So I just said I’d gotten turned around, and it had taken me a while to find my way back home. The story that I’d gotten lost accounted well enough for the fright still shimmering in my eyes, and my grandfather accepted the explanation. I was banned from exploring the woods for the rest of the summer, something I hardly minded at that point. I waited for weeks after that to hear something about a disappearance, the guilt of my silence growing. Fear of what moght happen if I did say something kept me quiet, though. Fear of being disbelieved, fear of being called crazy. Or, even worse, Fear of having to face that what I saw really happened. I never did hear anything. Eventually the summer came to an end, and I went back to California. Still, I couldn't forget what I’d seen. No matter how much I tried to.

Present day

I finished my story, realizing that tears were freely running down my cheeks.

“Fuck,” Angie said. “That’s-“

“Yeah. I-I’ve never told anyone that before,” I said quietly.

“Thank you for trusting me with that,” she said softly. “I can’t imagine what that must have been like. Seeing that, keeping that to yourself for this long.”

“I wish I hadn’t sometimes,” I said quietly.

We were both quiet. After several moments, Angie broke the silence.

“You don’t have to answer this, but…why on earth did you agree to work with Easton after that?”

I’d asked myself that same question thousands of times, and I had yet to find an actual answer. “I don’t know,” I said. “Face your fears, I guess?”

[ivycryptid]

Logan Sanders' totally, 100%, surely, completely, absolutely normal Halloween

…except for that part where everyone but him and Remus were turned into mythical creatures. That was, maybe, possibly, a bit out of the ordinary.

A fic of chaos, candy, and one out-of-the ordinary Halloween celebration. Word Count: 2385 [AO3]

This is a for @just-some-gt-trash, written as part of the @tss-october-ghostwriters gift exchange. Sorry for posting it late! I've been really unexpectedly busy. I really hope you enjoy it.

I used the prompts: Witch, Midnight, Costume, Magic, Transformation, and Potion

October thirty-first, a day of (as Roman would describe it) costumes, candy, and chaos.

There were many ways that the sides celebrated the holiday. Costumes, for one, and often some elaborate scare-age on the dark side’s parts, though in the past few years, with the conflict having mostly settled down, persuading the lights to join in wasn’t very hard. Patton quite enjoyed the parts of the holiday where he got to spend time with friends (and bake themed cookies), Virgil loved the well, everything, Janus quite enjoyed the costumes, Remus had always loved the opportunity to be allowed to be a bit more unhinged than usual, Roman had always enjoyed making and designing costumes and decorations and all sorts of things (although I would be remiss in not mentioning both twin’s interest in the subject) and Logan? Well, the holiday was certainly not his favourite, but it was certainly interesting.

And if this particular occurrence of the day wasn’t just that then this particular narrator would be very surprised to hear it.

But enough waffling on about this particular day of spooks. You were here for a story, correct?

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Logan Sanders, awake, for some ungodly reason that not even he could really explain, seeing as it went against the majority of his advice on sleep schedules, at six am on the particular date our story occurs, looked down at two perfectly timed schedules for the day.

One, the page of a pink notebook covered in sticky notes of various colours and sizes, perfectly laid out in a (fruitless) attempt to keep Thomas organised, was the one containing his centre’s schedule. In the case of today, Thomas really didn’t have a ton planned. Just a few halloween movies with some friends and then, if Logan got his way, adequate sleep.

The other schedule was contained within a well-decorated indigo journal, covered in all manner of scientific stickers and wonderful drawings, courtesy of Roman, Virgil, and Patton. It had been gifted as a birthday present some time ago, and whilst he wouldn't let anyone know it, Logan used it incredibly regularly. Definitely not for any sentimental reason though, surely not. But, if we may return to the topic of that peskily busy schedule. As, contrarily enough, Logan’s was much more hectic and packed than Thomas’. He had to help Patton finish the baking in preparation for the Mindscape’s “first annual Halloween celebration bonanza of fear” to quote Remus, and then he had to prepare his costume for the holiday’s event. Which he totally wasn’t doing because it was fun. Just to fit in, for that exact reason, definitely no other, and he had most surely not had any fun at all putting it together.

Of course, the giant (practically blinding honestly) smile Logan had sported last time he worked on it might have given his lies away… if he had let anyone see it.

Either way, he very much had to get ready if he was going to be done with all of this preparing before three pm (the ordained ‘start time’ for the party). So it was down the stairs (and off to breakfast), he went.

He looked at the time. Six fifteen am. Forty-five more minutes of sleep certainly wouldn’t hurt.

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At seven o’ five am, Logan had made his way down to the kitchen and eaten some Patton-prepared breakfast to the sound of the other sides’ excitement around him.

“So you see padre, you have to swing the sword like this,” explained an incredibly awake Roman, gesturing wildly across the table and narrowly missing the other sides, “and have you checked the balance? If the balance is wrong it could swing weirdly and-”

“Being on fire is a very interesting experience and very hard to get right.” Remus illustrated his words with a handy illusion.

Roman yelled some unintelligible reply from halfway in his conversation with Patton. But Remus seemed to understand its meaning in some twinly secret codex as he instantly replied. “Of course you need to-”

“I’m pretty sure every character you’ve ever been has committed some form of tax evasion,” laughed Virgil from his position near Janus, “which certainly isn’t- well- oh come on Jan! Unfair conduct!”

Logan sunk into his chair comfortably. He might have been tired and a little silent, but he had always been like that in the mornings if he was honest, and he quite enjoyed the others’ enthusiasm for the rest of the day they were going to have.

But he’d finished his breakfast, and getting ready was of utmost priority, so he stood up and brought his plate to the sink, washing it off and waving goodbye to the other sides.

——————

By nine-thirty, Logan had prepared the remaining elements of the costume. Some stitching on the skirt, the last ‘potion bottle’ to slip into the belt, the final pieces of decoration being placed on the hat. Mostly small details and things, but vitally important nonetheless. And he’d finished! He was done! Able to actually wear the thing! Well, later, when he wasn’t liable to get it dirty while baking.

——————

For the second time that day, Logan made his way down the stairs. As he finished his journey to the kitchen, Logan was hit by the sound and smell of, if he was correct (which he obviously was) candy apples. And also Patton, barreling towards him at an incredibly fast pace.

Logan yelped. “Patton! Please detach yourself!”

With that, the fatherly side untangled himself from the impromptu hug, hanging his head.

“Sorry-” he began.

“Don’t be, I was just- surprised, that’s all.” Logan replied. “Now, what are you making?”

“Candy apples!” Virgil yelled from the couches.

“We’re all gonna get cavities!” exclaimed Remus.

Logan smiled a little, he had been right.

And that was when Patton burned himself on hot sugar.

"God dammit- it was still hot- fuckin-"

“Patton are you okay-”

——————

After that incident, which luckily hadn’t resulted in a large injury, and only a tiny burn, and the pun-filled few hours following, Logan stood in front of the mirror.

He now (finally) wore the costume he’d prepared. That of a witch. The skirt was a navy blue and covered in embroidered stars in different colours and arranged as constellations, the shirt was plain and white, though it also had hidden embroidery around the collar and sleeves, the hat also confirmed (check for word later) to the star theming, having its own stars perched in the brim.

Logan had also decided to wear a messenger bag, modified to have places in which to store ‘potions’ around the bag strap. Other than the potions, Logan had backed a giant book of astronomy and constellations he had found rather useful (and quite pretty). As well as a small telescope, which hopefully wasn’t going to be destroyed.

Either way, with his pair of very sensible shoes, he was ready to help transport the baked and candied goods over to the place Roman and Remus had prepared for the party in the imagination.

So,for the third time that day, Logan made the trip between his room and the kitchen.

——————

Patton had instructed him in which boxes to carry, and thus, at four pm on a Tuesday afternoon, Logan wandered into the imagination, following behind the other side.

Pat was dressed as an adventurer of some sort, sporting a large glowing sword with a blue gem in the hilt, some simple adventurer’s clothes, and a flowing blue cloak. In Logan's opinion, it looked quite nice.

As they neared the clearing, Logan began to spot Roman, Virgil, and Janus. Roman sported clothes that seemed like they’d come from the nineties, and also was on fire. That at least explained the twin’s conversation from that morning.

Virgil was wearing a leather coat, there seemed to be fake burns across his hands as well. Interesting.

Janus was the oddest of them all, he wore a waistcoat, fedora, and long flowy pants adorned with snakes. He also held a tax form? Odd.

Logan continued into the decorated clearing, continuously attempting to puzzle out the meaning and/or origin of the outfits. Just as he’d given up and decided to just ask them himself, beginning a beeline over to the trio. His ‘sensible footwear’ failed at their job, and Logan tripped.

Dear reader, I have something to confess. The imagination is not the most, let’s say, stable, in terms of reality, and on a day such as this? The ability for an idea to become just a bit more real was as strong as it ever was. Logan, of course, did not know this. The idea for a piece of costume, a fakery, to become suddenly real was barely a murmur in his mind. Which, in this case, was unfortunate for him, as that truth was going to be revealed in a slightly explosive way.

Now, back to that fall.

Logan fell downwards, grabbing his bag and pulling it away from the ground so as to save the telescope from certain destruction.

Of course, he’d forgotten about the half-open potion pouch, and as Logan fell towards the ground, a teal, glittery concoction was launched towards the three sides on the rock, and Patton, who had come to stand near them.

“Watch out!” Logan warned, just a second too late, as it exploded onto them with an almighty splash.

And then, the sides weren’t human anymore.

Well, depending on the semantics they never technically were. But they sure looked human!

But now, standing in place of Patton, Roman, Virgil, and Janus, were four giant beasts straight out of mythology.

What had happened to his friends, and why?

As Logan sat there, confused and worried, the one other side unaffected by the sudden change appeared behind him.

“Where are the others? And how did those get here?” Remus said abruptly, swinging a… giant test tube around? That was new. So was the scientist’s coat. And that incredibly prevalent slime.

Logan did not want to know where it came from.

Whilst he had reflected on the state of Remus’ costume, the other side had continued talking.

“-the mythical creatures are kept on the other side of the imagination. Why bring them here?”

Logan paused. The silence was only about a minute long, but from an internal viewpoint, as subjective as that was, it felt as if it had taken hours. How was he going to explain this?

“What, cat got your tongue?” Remus asked impatiently, holding up a cat eating a tongue as if to illustrate his point.

The logical side remained startlingly silent at the metaphor.

Until, finally, he spoke.

“Neither I, nor Roman, Virgil, Patton, or Janus brought the ‘creatures’ from the imagination. In fact, if I am correct in my observations, they are, in fact, Roman, Virgil, Patton, and Janus”

Remus looked at the conglomeration of chaotic creatures again.

“Yeah, you’re right.”

Silence (save for whatever the mythical being buds had been doing in the meantime, that was making quite a bit of noise) ensued.

“So, how do we make sure our friends and family aren’t mythical beings forever?” Logan began.

“Wait till midnight. They’ll be back.” Remus replied calmly

“It’s that easy?” the other side said mistifiedly.

Remus raised an eyebrow. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“I’d appreciate an explanation”

“An explanation? Really? Life might be infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent, but it doesn’t mean it’ll always be consistent enough for someone of your tastes. Plus, ‘till midnight’ gives us plenty of time to-”

“We won’t have any time at all, seeing as they’ve already got themselves in trouble.”

One of the four creatures, a particularly colourful eagle and deer hybrid of some sort, had gotten his antlers stuck in a tree. The incident seemed to have been the cause of some of the noise from earlier, and it didn’t seem to be getting any easier for the being (which Logan had a hunch was Patton), or anyone else, to extricate him from the tangle. As Logan and Remus walked up to the quartet, they found a purple-scaled, winged figure flying near the branch worriedly. The other two transformed sides, one a wingless combination of lion and eagle, the other also possessing a leonine body, horns (for some reason) and a snake tail ending in a cluster of spikes. Soon, all four of the non-winged of the group stood around the tree, concerned for their friend.

At some point possibly-Patton had somehow flipped himself completely upside down in a doomed attempt at freedom. The purple one (who was probably Virgil) had nestled himself in a higher part of the tree, curling into himself like a charging cable left in a bag too long.

Suddenly, the tree perching figure unfurled himself. He let out a hacking cough, once, twice, thrice, then, finally, expelled a putrid smelling (and looking) liquid, which hit the branch, but thankfully not the peryton tangled in it.

The branch disintegrated, freeing the creature that, seeing as his immediate response was to drag the anxious wyvern to the ground for a hug, was most definitely Patton.

Two sides figured out.

The griffin, opinicus if Logan was being specific, bounded over to the other two dramatically, joining in on the hug, whilst the probable manticore, walked there at a slower pace.

Make that all of them figured out.

And then Patton startled Janus, causing him to let out a volley of dangerous spines.

“Why can't you all be calm for once?”

——————

After six straight hours of cleaning up and stopping the others’ chaos, with intermittent Remus-led breaks for unethical science, the chaos was finally over, ten minutes left till midnight, Roman, Janus, Patton, and Virgil were sleeping soundly.

A giant clump of limbs and wings draped over it like blankets sat in front of a frankly tired Remus and Logan.

“Are we-” Logan fought a yawn, “Are we going to wait for them to-”

Remus snored from his perch on Logan’s shoulder.

“It seems we are not,” Logan said to empty air.

He picked up Remus, walking past the rest of the sides, to a large tree with a sizable patch of moss underneath.

“Goodnight everyone,” he murmured, finding a place for him and Remus to settle down till morning, “goodnight.”

[iamcuziam]

I just gt into Milgram Project and its my new favorite thing. So far here is my line up'

Guilty:

Shidou - So, what I got from his song and vid is that he killed ppl so that he can play Frankenstein. He felt guilty about doing it but he still did it. And then the monster still went and died 🙄 chile anyways 😒

Mahiru - Y'all this woman is textbook crazy. There's no other way to splice it. Like she gives stalker vibes. The 'if you don't love me, you can't love anyone else'

Yuno - I originally that she was on some stalker type shit. So she was like a escort or something? I think she developed feelings for one of her customers and when they didn't reciprocate beyond being a customer she offed them

Innocent:

Futa - What I got from him was he's a gamer and spends a lot of time there bc the real world is filled with trash ppl. He is the shit in his game and kinda wishes he could wipe out the bad guys like in his game. He got the two worlds crossed and ended wiping out someone irl. He is not happy about some of the others being found innocent in the 1st trial. Which lines up with his views about justice. I feel like I may be off here but maybe there was someone he couldn't save or put on danger with his views and actions. I think he fears that he is just like the rest of the prisoners he sees as awful.

Kotoko - Blood for blood is a tale as old as time. Someone killed someone she loved and she went to kill them back. Same sis. 😏👏🏿

Haruka - Yeah, he was deemed guilty in the second round and I can't see how. He was mistreated for being different. That broke him. He just wanted to be loved by the people that should love him unconditionally... but ok 🙄

Mu - So, Mu was bullied something fierce and when she finally got a friend, for whatever reason she turns her back on Mu. 🙄😒 That is what I call a cunt move. But we'll see what happens in this 2nd Trial...

Unsure:

Mikoto - Poor baby def has a 'split personality' (apologies if the term is wrong, feel free to correct me). I think he deserves a mental hospital more than a prison but he definitely shouldn't be walking around in society if he can't keep that other side in check

Kazui: As much as I want to put the love of my life as innocent I don't really understand what went down in his video...? 😵‍💫 Like he and his wife drifted apart. Are the woman at the bar and his wife one in the same? I assumed he met his wife when she was at a low point in her life and they found live in a hopeless place. That or he a goddamn dirty cheat. And I really hope that's not the case 😭

Amane - I have no idea what her video is about. Like not even a vague idea... 🤷🏿‍♀️

~~

Do let me know what y'all think, whether you have something to add or a different idea entirely. Would love to see everyone else's thoughts on this.

[fanfic-lover-girl]

Hate at first sight for DBS

I watched the Battle of the Gods movie and I think I heard about Super but by then I think my interest in Dragonball was over. As far as I was concerned, GT was the finale and I was disconnected from Dragonball news.

I have learnt more about Super through Youtube clips and some reviews here and there. And I immediately hated it. I have never watched a full episode so these reasons are shallow but they are still mine.

TRUMAI! I only recently learnt about Future Trunks in DBS and I was so disgusted. That imposter is not Future Trunks. And whose hellish idea was to pair him with Mai! That's enough to make me curse this show. Doing my baby Trunks dirty like that. I mean GT Trunks was a total chad who had women swooning for him and they have Present Trunks crushing on a middle-aged joke character like Mai! Ugh!!!!

The ending of Future Trunks' story! The hell was that!? Super should have kept its crummy hands off Trunks! It's obvious that Trunks was just used for a cash grab.

Trunks and Goten's age. These kids should be (pre)teens by now, right? So why do they look like they are frozen in time as children?

I don't like Vegeta's outfit. Vegeta's clothing acts similar to Zuko's hair in ATLA. As Vegeta's development progresses, he loses more of his armour. I kind of liked that Vegeta wore completely Earthling clothes in GT. Vegeta wearing his Cell saga armour makes him look dorky and like he is trapped in his glory days or something.

Skinny characters. I hate the stick figure Universe 6 Saiyans. Talk about lazy designs.

Before his training, Gohan looked like a nerdy wimp. When I saw Gohan, I felt a bit disgusted honestly. The Gohan at the end of Z looked scholarly but he still had his muscular physique.

Animation style overall. I don't like it. The animation makes characters like Vegeta and Chi Chi look ugly. Bulma looks like a doll.

Apparently, people hate Kale and Caulifla but I don't know the characters so I can't comment. But for some reason, Kale transforming into a rip-off Broly for real almost made me gag. I don't know why I felt so repulsed.

Existence of Zeno. There are too many gods in DBZ!

Goku's character is tiresome. I have always appreciated Goku's simple character but even kid DB Goku was not so annoying to listen to. Why is Goku like this in Super?

Now there are some things that I have liked about Super.

Android 17 being fleshed out more

Pan is cute.

Krillin has a great family.

Heartfelt moments like Goku saying he will take Pan to the stars.

Goku and Goten bonding.

Future Trunks meeting Android 18 lol

Vegeta's speech to Future Trunks about him needing to be the best

Hercule giving Goku the 100M zeni (my respect for Mr. Satan shot through the roof in that scene, I can ALMOST forgive him for being a total fraud)

There are probably other moments that I have liked but they are not enough for me to give this show a chance. I don't care what Toriyama says. DBS will never be canon to me. I am just so upset that Future Trunks was paired with Mai. Now, if I want to read Future Trunks fanfic, I have to scrape through all that trash. Ugh!

[bittydragon]

The Void Gives and the Void Takes - 1

Next

Notes: Hello! I am here! Now with Hollow Knight content! Y'all voted for my current project to be released in parts instead of one big oneshot, so here is the first part of my new story! The gt doesn't start until next part, but this one is an important lead in. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Major character death, minor Hollow Knight spoilers

The Abyss, a dark place full of void, buried underneath the long abandoned Ancient Basin. A place of death, where many were left to die for not being a perfect rendition of a creature that a terrified and selfish king created. Locked away from the world in an attempt to seal away the king’s mistakes and reopened by a bug determined to fix the kingdom. 

The quick pitter patter of footsteps on dark tile and the occasional whooshing of the air as a small figure slashed themself through it filled the otherwise silent pit.

A small bug, shroud in void and a tattered cloak, ran as fast as they could, trying to escape the pursuing shades. All Ghost wanted to do was douse their cloak in the pool of void to give them the last ability needed to complete their quest. They only even knew of this place because of their sister’s words in the ashy cliffs at the edge of this kingdom.

So they blamed her for their current predicament, being pursued by the angry shades of Ghost’s lost siblings, all thrown down into this empty pit when deemed unfit for a job position Ghost now sought to destroy. So many lives, taken away at birth, all because they weren’t empty. They weren’t hollow.

One would think they would appreciate seeing Ghost here, knowing that the small bug returned to their family and sought to avenge them and the lost kingdom. But instead, they seemed to be spiteful that Ghost was still alive, that they got to live while the rest of them were trashed. Perhaps it was out of jealousy that their sibling got to live despite not being the perfect vessel either. If only they had a voice to tell them that it was only by chance that they escaped the Abyss before it sealed away forever.

But they had no voice. That part was successful in their creation at least.

So Ghost continued to run. They flinched as the sound of their footsteps tapping against tile changed into the crunch of shattered masks beneath their feet and they tried not to think about the graveyard directly below them as they continued their attempted escape. 

Ghost hopped up onto a slightly higher segment of the pile of masks before quickly placing a hand onto the ground full of death and began to leap up to a platform just above them. However, right as their feet left the ground, a tendril of shadows shot out from a nearby sibling and sent Ghost flying right back to the ground in pain.

They shook it off and pushed themself back on their feet with practiced ease. Ghost brought one of their arms around their chest, underneath the cloak, and grasped themselves in pain, hunching over themselves as the pain finally began to set in.

They quickly came to the worrisome realization that they had taken too many hits while escaping the caverns and that last hit was almost enough to do them in. Thick particles of void drifted around their body and Ghost remained hunched over as they tried to get their bearings. Without a proper moment to focus some of their excess soul into more lifesource for themselves, they’d be stuck bordering death until they found a safe place.

Which unfortunately meant they had to move fast but still be careful. Not a great combination for the small, reckless warrior. But if they didn’t take this risk, they’d die anyway. So it was worth a shot.

Ghost prepared for another leap and quickly took to the air, scrambling to latch onto the platform and quickly pulled themself back up. The aggressive shades continued their pursuit, floating up towards the living vessel and not giving Ghost a moment of rest.

They didn’t waste any time and quickly launched themself back into the air, their borrowed wings from a sibling recently defeated spread out from under their cloak and took a large beat before tucking themselves back under the ragged cloak, carrying the small vessel a bit further into the air and allowing Ghost to reach a platform higher than they could normally reach. 

A quick glance down showed that they were quickly losing the shades of their siblings, who were only able to go so far before being called back into the void. So with a newfound burst of energy, Ghost launched themself up onto platform after platform, occasionally swinging their nail at the mindless bugs in their path and gathering some extra soul for when they could finally take a well needed break to focus, ignoring the small splatters of orange infection spilling from the bugs as their nail made contact.

However, in their euphoria of managing to escape the siblings, they underestimated the distance to the next platform. They reached out to latch onto the platform but found they were inches short of getting a good grip on the side. Before they could do anything else, Ghost began to quickly descend into freefall.

They did their best to maneuver in the air to find a proper landing spot, but they had already used up too much of their stamina to slow their descent with the monarch wings hidden in their cloak. They couldn’t exactly use those to fly yet, they needed to land between beats as they didn’t have nearly enough practice with them yet.

Most of the time, falls were not a big deal, as Ghost was an expert at catching themself as they hit the ground. But the panic over the fact that they still hadn’t focused and were still inches from death was clouding their mind. If they landed among the siblings…

Ghost didn’t have enough time to move out of the way through the air as their body suddenly collided with sharp, metallic spikes poking out of one of the suspended platforms. It hurt. They felt their mask split in two, both sides falling to either side of the dying vessel and plummeting to the mask-covered cavern floor below.

They silently dissipated into shadows, unable to voice their agony as they were created to be. While being a vessel had its perks, this was not one of them.

They felt the void reach out to them as their consciousness faded out from existence, which would’ve been more concerning if they were more aware in the moment.

[paracosmic-gt]

What is big/tiny? /genq

I’ve seen you post ab it and I don’t completely understand and I like to learn ab things/communities :3c

It's my life ;v;

If you're coming from my recent sys posts, you're probably wondering about gt. It's the basis of this Tumblr although we as a system have a complex relationship with it.

The following is written by Para, the biggest gt trash of us all and unofficial owner of the account. It's quite long...

G/T?

G/t stands for giant/tiny and describes content centred around interations between larger and smaller beings.

Think Gullivers Travels, Secret World of Arietty, Iron Giant etc. They can be human or non human. There are SFW and NSFW sides just like everything, and it ties into microphilia and macrophilia which are sexual kinks.

The scale of size difference ranges depending on a person's preference, but I prefer one similar to the movies I mentioned above. I do love me a minigiant though ;)

It's a shared interest, most of the people I spoke to have experienced a love for g/t since they were children, myself included.

Some people have a very close connection to the idea, and identify strongly with or as a giant, tiny, or even a shifter. Others just like it as a special interest.

It is very commonly used as a coping mechanism, with many people finding comfort in their preferred size or interacting with others either bigger/smaller (me included).

Lots of people have their own OCs, but there is fandom g/t content of youtubers, games like FNAF, anime and tv shows too. G/t comes in many genres (sci-fi, modern, romance, horror, fantasy) and moods (fluff, fearplay, "classic" cruel giants, monsterous giants, angst, borrowers).

(I've dabbled in BTS, platonic Septiplier, platonic Dan and Phil, and plenty of Attack on Titan 👀)

About Me:

I personally identify as a tiny and borrowerkin, to the point where I've experienced intense size dysphoria and euphoria. I'm around 3" tall but it fluctuates depending on my mood. Note: not everyone is this way.

I engage in g/t by creating art and writing centred around a personal OC universe.

🌌 My name is Seto, I'm a sysmate of Para's, and I'm a proud giant standing at 96 feet tall. I'm an OCtive or ouroboros of Seto Yamazaki, who you can read about on our sideblog. I don't talk here much, but I approve this message. Giants rule 😉.

Check out:

My G/tober for a whole host of different scenarios °v°

@blametheeditor (my best friend)

@setoandjewel (my personal side blog)

And two other amazing g/t artists:

@friendlyfoxpal

@territorial-utopia

[embellishedbookworm]

Those 2x8 packs'll getcha. Just check the clock speed for the one odd stick out and make sure it isn't going to hold you back too much.

you'd think that would be the bottleneck, but both are sets of ddr-1600. not that it matters, for some reason the cpu doesn't support anything over 700 mhz and that's not a speed either set of ram supports. but it does work properly. somehow.

did i mention this was a pc made of trash? i just got lucky the cpu the "legendary" pentium anniversary addition, which means it's over clockable, and even there it looks like i won the silicon lottery.

it'll never game but it can run a browsers and with the lovely gt 710, it can play basic video without using too much power.

[duhragonball]

Goku’s Fire Brigade

Folks, it’s the 2023 Dragon Apocrypha Liveblog, and it’s starting right here, right now!  

If you’re familiar with this blog, I liveblogged all of Dragon Ball and Dragon Ball Z in 2019.  Naturally, a few people asked if I would be doing GT and/or Super next, but I had to tell ‘em no, because I just didn’t have the time or motivation to extend it out that far.  Later, I sat down and counted out all the specials and extra stuff and things like that, and as it turns out, when you add it all up, you get a pretty big chunk of material.   Not as big as DB(Z) but comparable to it. So I decided that it needed to be a separate liveblog for a whole other year, and that year has arrived!

I don’t want to give away everything I’ll be covering, but rest assured that Dragon Ball GT and Dragon Ball Super will be a part of it.   Beyond that, this is mainly a chance for me to sit down and check out a few things that I’ve never watched before.  And so I’m gonna start things off with Goku’s Fire Brigade, a public service video from 1988.  There’s another one about traffic safety, and as far as I can tell, they both aired on the same day, so I have no idea which one came first.   But this one has fire in it, so it seems like a better choice to kick things off.

Since it’s New Year’s Day, let’s set the mood with some cool music.

Okay, so this is a ten minute video that you can probably find on YouTube just as easily as I did, but here’s the story: Goku hates fire.  I don’t mean he’s afraid of it like Frankenstein, I mean Goku’s gonna kick fire’s ass.  This video opens with a couple of kids setting off fireworks on a playground, and one of them falls over where Goku is doing martial arts stuff.   He sees it and quickly stomps on it to put it out.  Then he notices...

OH SHIT.   Yeah, another firecracker fell into a wastebasket and ignited all the trash.  Luckily, Goku just pounces over a bush with a bucket of water, and dumps it all over the can to put it out. 

Then Goku lectures the two kids about fire safety.  I really thought this would be a boring little PSA, but I am blown away by Goku’s all-business approach to this role.  When we first see him, he’s just wearing his fighting clothes and doing his usual training stuff, so he’s the same character we know, but in this world, when it comes to fire, it’s on sight.  Goku’s not here to clown around, which is aces with me, because I love me some Serious Goku.

Let’s go over all of Goku’s advice, because some of you may need to know this stuff.  Hell, I bet some of you are on fire right now. Look, I’m flattered that you want to read this, but seriously, stop, drop and roll.  Those of you who are not currently on fire, consider the following fireworks advice:

Have an adult present.

Prepare a bucket of water.

Do it in a spacious area, not on a crowded playground where you’re liable to hit Goku with one of those damn things.

Don’t set off fireworks near flammable things, like that trash can from a minute ago.

The kids wonder how Goku is so knowledgeable about fire safety, and he explains that he’s with the town’s fire brigade.  Today’s his day off, but fire never takes a day off, as we learn when we hear sirens in the distance.  Turns out Goku’s buddies are responding to a blaze in another part of town. 

Turns out this fire was caused by the father of the household falling asleep in his chair while smoking.   The kids observe that cigarette butts can be scary, but Master Roshi points out that there are plenty of other things that can cause fires, like forgetting to shut off a stove burner or an iron, children’s mischief, or even being careless with fireworks.   The kids are still embarrassed about that one.

That night, they read the riot act to their parents, who smoke in bed and neglect to shut of the gas valve on the stove.  Goku’s no-nonsense attitude is rubbing off on them.

The next day, we check in on Bulma, who is rocking a hot pink shirt with neon green pants.  Wait, this isn’t Capsule Corp., what’s going on here?

She has a cat in this apartment, which she calls “Tama”, just like the black cat Dr. Brief has in the main show, but this one looks different.  It’s like they redesigned Puar to look more like a regular cat. 

I should pause here to discuss the continuity here.  This video aired on June 8, 1988, the same day as Episode 115 of the Dragon Ball anime.  That would be the one where Goku and Yajirobe set out to find the sacred water Goku would use to increase his strength to defeat King Piccolo.  So the characters in this video look a lot like they do in the King Piccolo saga, but obviously the details don’t line up.  This isn’t West City and it’s not clear that Bulma even knows the others.  It’s more like a dramatization with the DB cast performing their assigned roles. 

So Bulma’s in her apartment cooking breakfast, when she steps away to feed her cat.  That’s a bad move, but it gets worse because an earthquake suddenly hits, and she slips on the cat food and hits her head on the way down. 

And Bulma didn’t close the lid on the bottle of cooking oil she left on the counter, so the earthquake causes it to spill onto the stove, where it ignites. 

Fortunately for Bulma, those same two kids are passing by on their way to school, and they know to call 119.  I should point out that the translator’s note in this screenshot isn’t entirely accurate.  I looked it up, and while 119 is an emergency services number in Japan, it’s only for fire and ambulance services. For the police, you have to dial a different number, 110.

Here’s a cool shot of Krillin to the rescue, but it turns out the ladder on his fire truck isn’t long enough to reach Bulma’s apartment, so Goku steps in and uses the Nyoibo.

He joins Bulma on the balcony and tells her to climb on the pole while he saves her cat.   There’s a dirty joke in there somewhere but I can’t be bothered.

Speaking of dirty jokes, Master Roshi is very excited to catch Bulma on her way down.  Because she is a pretty lady, and catching a person is sort of like fondling them for like a second.  How does he even know she’s pretty?  He couldn’t have possibly seen her from all the way up there.

Anyway, Yamcha shoves him aside and makes the catch instead.  Kind of looks like Bulma might have broken her neck there, but this is a video about fire safety, not how to catch people.

As for Bulma’s cat, Goku finds it and just jumps out of the apartment and onto Krillin’s ladder, like a badass. 

Then he helps put out the fire.  I really like this shot of him with the hose. 

Once the day is saved, Bulma is told to be more careful, and the kids thank Goku for his help the other day, but the others weren’t there for that firecracker incident, so they have no idea what they’re talking about.  And the kids are too embarrassed about it to explain, so Goku just has a laugh to himself.

After that, we get an outro which is just “Mystical Adventure” with different vocals.  The lyrics have been modified to include fire safety tips, and there’s clips from this video interspersed with the usual OP animation. 

And that’s all.  Not a whole lot to this one, but it turned out to be a lot more fun than I expected.   Next, we’ll tackle the traffic safety one, but I gotta say, the bar has been set awfully high...

[sweetescapeartist]

You know, part of the reason why Marron's personality was terrible in GT was because she was possessed by Baby and the moments when she was mean to her father and had a terrible personality was were moments when she was under Baby's control. So yeah, you can blame her personalty being terrible all on Baby because she is seen doing and saying stuff that the real Marron would never do and say because she was obviously corrupted by Baby. She got better when she was released from his control.

Another similar ask by somebody else, or possibly the "Part 2" of this ask. [👇]

(Now to answer both asks...)

First of all... Shame on you for making me go back and watch some of GT in dub & sub! Jk. Well... kinda. I needed to research stuff about GT eventually. Plus, nowadays, I try to fact check everyone, even myself because we misremember things or overlook stuff. And doing research on GT 18 & GT Marron just validates why I hate the character depiction in GT. So, thank you & curse you? Lol.

Anyway, so I watched parts of the Baby Saga for clarification. Yes, Marron & 18 were infected by the Tuffle Parasite. But here's the thing... All the people infected by the parasite still behaved as themselves unless they were around unaffected/uninfected people like Goku, Pan, & Mr. Satan. When around them, infected ppl behaved with hostility. But when solely around other infected ppl like in DBGT EP 36, they behaved as normal & their personalities weren't drastically different. They just obeyed Baby's orders.

There's even a scene where Marron, Krillin, & 18 all got knocked back by a shockwave. Then, a scared Marron yelled for her dad & held on to him. GT Marron is rude to her father who she relies on for protection. What a trash character.

So, Marron being mean to Krillin was not Baby's influence. Because if Baby's influence made ppl meaner, then Krillin's personality would have changed as well. It did not. GT Krillin wasn't insulting his wife & daughter nor treating them harshly.

All blame does NOT fall upon Baby for Marron & 18's personality change.

All blame falls upon the GT writers who wrote for Marron's personality to be inconsiderate & selfish. Same for 18, who's personality was based off of the innacurate depiction of Android 18 from the DBZ filler that was written & overseen by Takao Koyama. And since the GT writers based GT 18's personality off of OOC filler, then of course they would make GT Marron have an OOC personality as well.

The GT versions of 18 & Marron are simply written to be inconsiderate towards Krillin. But that IS NOT how Toriyama wrote them. That is how Krillin haters wrote them; the Toei writers who learned from the head DBZ writer & Krillin hater, Takao Koyama. And the suspected Krillin haters that were the Funimation writers who purposefully made the terrible character depiction even worse than the original by making 18 & Marron even more hateful.

And lets not forget GT EP 40. This is after they are free from Baby's control. Marron & 18 behaved worse when not under Baby's control. In both dub & sub, 18 & Marron don't want to hold Krillin's hand when they are teleporting from Earth to Planet Plant. Instead they have him carry their luggage. In the dub, 18 is extremepy rude and uncaring. Same for Marron who says if Krillin gets left behind, at least make sure they get their luggage. Who treats family like that? 18 & Marron only cared for Krillin after 17 killed him.

And the Funimation DUB made GT 17 & GT 18's interaction... weird. Meanwhile, the Japanese version is to a far lesser degree.

17 says he & 18 are "nakama." It can mean partner, fellow, or comrade. But in this context it means "We are nakama/We are the same." In this context, it means that 17 & 18 are both cybernetic beings & fall into the same category. It's more so meant to show that the mind controlled 17 is trying to get 18 to join him in doing Dr. Gero's objective of killing mankind. Which is why Krillin has to snap both of them back to reality & remind them they are not weapons for Gero anymore. They hated Gero and have more to live for now, like how 18 has a family. They don't have to serve Gero. They are free from him.

Then, the other fully robotic 17 from Hell overpowers GT 17's mind, makes him kill Krillin. Then, GT 18 & GT Marron actually show compassion for Krillin for the first time in the show. And GT 18's fit of rage towards 17 felt more like remorse and regret for treating Krillin badly when he was alive.

Anyway...

DRAGON BALL GT TRANSLATION DIFFERENCES:

• DBGT Episode 36 [Japanese]

*18 & Marron inconsiderately make Kuririn carry all their bags & boxes*

Kuririn: "Hey, are you going to buy something else?"

*Marron turns around angrily & yells*

Marron: "Of course! The price for us not going to Planet Tsufuru is a big one!"

{Are they making Krillin buy & carry a lot of stuff for them because they're upset they didn't get to go to Planet Tsufuru? That's messed up & undeserving.}

• DBGT Episode 36 [Funimation DUB]

*18 & Marron inconsiderately make Krillin carry all their bags & boxes*

Krillin: "Please tell me this is the last of what you need to buy today."

*Marron turns around angrily & yells*

Marron: "We need supplies! When they call us to the Tuffle planet, we want to be ready, don't we, dad!?"

• DBGT Episode 40 [Japanese]

Trunks: "Are you ready, everyone? Hold hands tightly with each other!"

*18 has a free hand on her hip*

18: "Why should we have to go there?"

Marron: "I don't want to go to that planet."

Kuririn: "Before you start complaining, why don't you at least carry your own luggage!?"

{Marron doesn't want to go to Planet Tsufuru now that she isn't under Baby's influence, but she & 18 are still inconsiderate & make Kuririn carry all the luggage. Krillin is understandably frustrated by 18 & Marron's lack of consideration. The inconsiderate actions of 18 & Marron remained the unchanged regardless of Baby's influence or lack of it. Not to mention that 18 didn't even at least put her hand on Krillin's shoulder as his hands were full with THEIR luggage. Instead, a stranger touches Krillin with an umbrella. Not even that guy places his hand on Krillin's shoulder. The GT writers suck.}

• DBGT Episode 40 [Funimation DUB]

Trunks: "Now everyone, grab your neighbor's hand!"

*18 has a free hand on her hip*

18 to Krillin: "You'll have to grab someone else's. Mine are taken."

Marron to Krillin: "If you get left behind, make sure you bring the luggage."

Krillin: "You two have some nerve! I get more respect from total strangers!" *sobs*

Both the Japanese and English versions of GT 18 & GT Marron are inconsiderate & rude towards Krillin. But, Funimation turns it up to 11 by making GT 18 & GT Marron absolutely hateful & abusive towards Krillin. The Funimation dub of GT is many times worse than the original Japanese version of GT.

This one of the main reasons why I love Dragon Ball Super so much. The character depiction of Krillin's family in Dragon Ball Super is accurate because the hateful writers at Toei aren't sabotaging Toriyama's work by constantly insulting Krillin and making 18 (& Marron) hateful towards Krillin. The DBS interpretation has been in line with how Toriyama writes K18's relationship. The proof is shown in DBS: Super Hero (a film Toriyama was extremely involved in, especially when it comes to dialogue) where we see that 18 greatly respects & loves Krillin.

There. Full context & full explanation as to why I hate GT 18 & GT Marron.

I love 18 & Marron, especially so in the DB manga & DBS anime! But, GT 18 & GT Marron? Those two act like some bitches. And Tobi says,

Link to another post where I add context & show the differences of the Sub & Dub as well as how the Toei & Funimation script writers of DBZ & DBGT wrote 18 OOC in unnecessary filler scenes. [Link]