#orgin story

[joonisstrange]

him stopping dormamoo and all that was all pure luck and hes too afraid to admit it

It went something like this in my canon-

And for anyone who can't read my handwriting:

"You think I WANT to be here??"

"In these- firey pits of HELL??"

"I just wanted to fix my hands for Christ SAKE."

"Now I'm standing here, confronting some-- Fire Demon-

threatening my life and my PLANET."

"I Just- want to go HOME!"

[agirlwiththoughtsandnegativity]

”oh so how did you get into writing?-“ no, writing got into me. Actually it infiltrated my brain, starting with the slow takeover of my room with books to the extremely fast claiming of my notes app and now there’s no way to stop it and no way for me to stop.

[acendemartwork]

Journal Entry 1 April 11 2012

It’s the dead of night as of when I am writing this, the burn still stings when I brush my hand up against the scarred flesh, thinking of the incident makes me want to vomit or pass out. The pain of the molten plastic burning my face and the nauseous smell it left behind was enough to make me pass out only to wake up in a hospital with needles and tubes connected to my body. I suppose having half my damn face burnt was a danger zone for how it went over my eye. I've been having trouble with seeing out of my left eye but I can make out objects and sometimes faces, if the person is still enough. I’ve been biding my time in my bedroom occasionally getting something to eat if necessary, Ada has been stopping by pissing me off with her damned questions “how are you feeling?” or “you need to eat more” it’s all bs and I know it. I barely remember what happened that day. It all just happened so fast that my brain couldn’t comprehend what was happening to me. I'm going back to work tomorrow so I suppose I should get some sleep.

Journal Entry 2 April 12 2012

Today was very hellish with the way it went, no one ever sees me because I work in the actual garage but seeing what I was doing was very hard to do, luckily I didn’t mess up on someones ‘precious GMC truck’ that’d be a bitch to deal with. Some of the fake assholes at work had questions on what happened and gave me false sympathy. And the snarky remarks continue “well now you look like a real nazi.” God, I’ve heard that so much when I first moved here from Deutschland to Amerika, the whole reason my family moved was for work, Ada fit in because she forgot who she truly was hell she never speaks our language! She was never made fun of because she fit in, she dyed her hair, she wore normal clothes, she joined cheer. And I grew my hair out and dressed in Nintendo or band t’s and joined robotics. Me and Ada never got along and I’m sick of hearing “she’s your sister, you should love and respect her” I have never loved a person. I have never cared for a person. I tolerate others, but that will not stop me from wanting to kill every fucking thing talks to me. I just wish to remove the virus of this world, humans, the stupidity of these creatures kills me slowly. Very painfully and slowly.

Journal Entry 3 April 15th 2012

I remember that one valentines day junior year. Bethany Smithon, she was an interesting girl, popular, friends with Ada, rich, and so damn annoying. Bethany had come over for sleepovers for Ada and she would bother me with annoying fucking questions when she did so. But it turns out she just liked me, so she asked me out that February the 14th and I said no, obviously. Bethany had been my first and only kill, her body was dropped into the river and to be found with her flesh deteriorating and slit throat, I remember what I said to her before slitting her throat with my pocket knife “love does not exist, it’s a made up factor to make you feel better about your pathetic self to compensate what you didn’t receive growing up.” She ended up crying of course which annoyed me more so I killed her. I'm aware most people would find that horrible but I removed one person from the factor of this world. Police never thought to question me, they ruled it out as a suicide but could never find the knife so they believed it sank to the bottom when I had it the whole time. Good times that year..

Journal Entry 4 April 17th 2012

I’m writing these at random for a reason, work and I don’t need to write as much. I fixed up my 1969 camaro I’ve been meaning to fix up, it still needs a repaint but it drives and that’s all I care for at the moment. Most of the richies aren’t a big fan of it but I don’t care. It’s a thing of mine I picked up from my dad, he could work on cars so I learned, Ada was never as fascinated as me. She focused on useless things like meeting people and liking people. As for me, I stayed in my room designing shit and being a pointless honor roll student with the best grades. It was all pointless, “you’ll go to a good college and become well known.” I work in a garage fixing cars for a living. The whole point of the bs was you’d feel “special” it made no sense and it still doesn’t. I was more superior to my sister in every way possible, she is nothing but a weak bitch that should just die already, wait…

Journal Entry 5 April 18th 2012

I did it, I actually did it. The headaches have stopped, I feel right once more. No one to bother me anymore, there’s still more I can do. My hands are covered in her blood as I write this, hell the blood is running down the pen to paper, it’s all over. I’m hiding in my car that’s right outside her house, I’ll be heading somewhere soon I don’t know where though. But Ada Keller is finally dead. I’m sure her wife will call the cops when she gets home but I don’t care, I’ve never cared. This is what I’m meant to do. Kill the living, humans are the reason for EVERYTHING, as they fight for things they caused. Ada and Bethany were just the start, it all will soon make sense in time of my plans..

[walmart-miku]

This is what happens in fifteen right?

[introspectivememories]

my loyalty to talia is so strong that i will not hear a word against this woman. i am her defender, first and foremost. i refuse to even read fics with talia slander in it. oh you tagged your fic, "talia al ghul is a bad parent"? i'm not reading it. blah, blah, blah, you don't get her character and i hope dami shows up in your room in the middle of the night with a sword for talking shit about his mom

[decaytime]

Hollow Mind alternative

Loosely connected drawings (might be fleshed out in the future as a mini comic)

If Hunter had been more willing to stay be Belos side

[pretty-purple-pages]

𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓮, 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽'𝓼 𝓶𝔂 𝔀𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭

synopsis: grayson davenport hawthorne is sick. luckily his beloved girlfriend is there to help him.

pairing: grayson x reader (the inheritance games)

content (genre and warnings): fluff 100% fluff, banter, sickfic, grayson folds for reader, just grayson getting the love he deserves

word count: 0.5 k

"Gray?", you called out sleepily, half awake, but fully aware of the warm, shirtless body beside you. Grayson's hand was firmly wrapped around your waist, pulling your back even closer to his chest, if that was possible.

"You feel hot", you continued, propping on your elbows to look at his face properly. His normally perfect hair was dishevelled, but he still managed to look perfect. The kind of perfection which gave you butterflies.

"I know you find me hot, darling, but it isn't a reason to break our peaceful slumber in the middle of the night, is it?", Grayson answered, half annoyed, half amused, his voice even deeper than usual. He opened his eyes to look at you properly, running his hand through his hair.

"Not like that!", you gasped, as your cheeks burned red. "I'm saying, I think you have a fever."

"What?", your boyfriend asked with pure confusion painted all over his face. He looked absolutely adorable; it was an extremely rare sight.

"A Hawthorne doesn't get sick", he scoffed, as if you had told a dad joke. He was now fully awake and fully annoyed.

"Being a Hawthorne doesn't mean you're immune to diseases", you countered, exasperated, which was justified due to his utterly ridiculous statement. "Unless your sadistic psychopathic grandpa altered your genes to make you immune. Wouldn't be surprising, actually."

Grayson threw you a look and you rolled your eyes. You put your palm flat on his forehead and flinched back.

"You're burning!", you said, concerned, lines etching on your forehead. You stood up and rummaged through the bed-side table, and retrieved a thermometer with a victorious smile.

"Here", you tossed it to him. "Take your temperature, I'll be right back with some medicine."

You quickly ran and brought the paracetamol with a glass of water. He protested, but swallowed it once you glared at him. Yes, the all feared Grayson Hawthorne folded at your one glance.

"Now rest up", you ordered, getting into bed beside him, sitting up against the headboard. He took your hand and patted his head. You sighed, moving his head onto your lap, running your fingers through his hair, just how he liked it.

"Who would think that Grayson Davenport Hawthorne cannot sleep without his girlfriend playing with his hair", you giggled and he blushed from embarrassment. Oh, how you wanted to snap a picture right there and then, and then trade it with Jameson or Xander for some "Hawthorne gossip".

"Oh shut it", he mumbled as he snuggled closer to you, drifting asleep.

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[sun-stricken]

the kids of fairy tail used to have a behavior chart that lasted like two months before everyone gave up on it, there was like a ceremony everytime someone got to the very top or the very bottom

They had to take it down bc too many people were fucking with it and fighting over what constituted aa good or bad behavior

it returned years later for that generation of people and the same exact thing happened again

[thoughtfulchaos773]

I noticed the lemons and limes, so Carmy has the ingredients to make the sprite, even though they have The Bear Pop Service- head cannon is that Carmy provides homemade sprite for Sydney in the back of the restaurant, the same way he presented a plate of food to Sydney in 1x03 or the jacket in 2x09. Gift giving and service is a natural love language for Carmy.

[bruceawaynefrfr]

yall some dick riders fr, these men dont know you and wont fuck you stop bouncing on the dick with a boot in your mouth and recognize how fucking stupid they are right now

[0xochitlsketches0]

Who wants to see concept designs for my animation project?!?!?✋ ✋ ✋

Imma assume there was a resounding “yes” from all my mutuals because you all love me ʕ•̫͡•ʔ 

Plot: Sawyer didn't plan on burning down his house, but when the injured phoenix he takes in turns out to be more than he can handle playing “keep away” from his monster hunter father might not be possible. Can he do it or Is there too much smoke for there not to be any fire?

The story focuses around a phoenix so the first step was to design her.

Her name is Pyre :)) which means a heap of combustible material according to google.  🔥 🔥 🔥

It took me a while to get a good shape but I am more than pleased with how she turned out, there are some notes under each design for how phoenixes are kinda supposed to function in this world.

And here are some character interactions to help flush out their dynamic :)))

He’ll use gloves,,,eventually

Family portrait :)

She sleeps ✨✨✨ I thought it would be funny if she sleeps with lava rocks, like the kind you find in fire pits

No, she did not give him extra credit for originality, he already asked 

Does it count as preening when his hair is still messy at the end?

When birds want you to scratch them they’ll put their heads down in front of you. Damien saw his chance and took it, he may not like the “Little Ash Tray” but it has its uses :))

[naeemajusthasthoughts]

If I leave this world today

I would have left nothing behind

Somehow that is okay

I have no feelings to the material things

Or the holdings of ones' feelings

Just a blank page of dots

That has a lot to say about me.

[warriorsofficial]

I need y’all to ask me for random factoids about the universe/stories I’m writing. You all get no context for this.

[introvertllux]

Chrono Heart (Future Trunks X Black!OC)

*I DO NOT OWN/CLAIM TO OWN ANYTHING IN RELATION TO DBZ. I ONLY CLAIM THE ORIGINAL STORY IDEA AND BLACK!OC IN THIS STORY!*

Chapter 1: The Relic and the Reawakening

The remnants of Dr. Gero’s lab were a graveyard of twisted metal and shattered dreams, a monument to the hubris of a man who played god with circuits and steel. Hidden beneath this forsaken ruin, a capsule hissed open, and from its depths, a figure emerged—Axa. With skin like polished ebony, eyes that shimmered with the golden light of a thousand captured stars, and hair that cascaded down in an untamed torrent, she was a sight to behold—beauty crafted by ambition, innocence shaped by design.

:readmore:

She stood, hesitantly, in the dim light of her metallic tomb, a stark contrast to the vividness of her form. Her limbs moved with an elegance that was almost haunting, yet her expression held the innocence of a child looking out upon the world for the first time.

Unbidden, Axa's body propelled her through the labyrinth of the city, every calculation in her head leading her to an encounter she did not understand. It was as if an invisible hand guided her to a serene park, where the familiar silhouette of Android 18 stood, lost in the simplicity of feeding ducks at the pond—a moment of peace in a life so often marked by conflict.

Axa’s presence cast a shadow over the tranquility, and 18 turned, her eyes widening in shock and recognition. "Axa? Is it really you?" she gasped, the breadcrumbs slipping from her fingers.

Their reunion was explosive—a symphony of fists and flashes of shared history. As they sparred, 18, amidst parries and takedowns, called out to the essence of the girl she once knew.

"Remember when we sparred with 16 in the orchard, the cherry blossoms falling around us like snow?" she grunted, dodging a swift punch. "Or the time we snuck into the city, 17 dared us to ride the rollercoaster and you laughed until you cried?"

Each word struck Axa deeper than any physical blow could, unlocking the sealed doors of her memory. "And that night, the four of us lay in the grass, making shapes out of stars, dreaming of freedom," 18 continued, her voice laced with nostalgia, even as she blocked a kick. "But then you were gone. Gero said you were defective, but you were just... you were just Axa. You were just a little girl, and I... we, I should have done something."

Tears spilled from Axa's eyes, liquid diamonds trailing down her face, an alien sensation that stopped her cold. Her hands came up to her face, fingers trembling as she touched the moisture with wonder. "What... what is this?" she whispered, her voice breaking.

"It's crying, Axa," 18 replied with a bittersweet chuckle, the fight draining from her. "It happens when you're sad... or happy... or even when you laugh so hard, you can't stop. It means you're alive."

Axa's golden gaze, now dulled by confusion and sorrow, met 18's. "I don't... I don't understand," she said, a lost child wrapped in the shell of a machine.

"I know," 18 said, stepping forward to wrap an arm around her. "I forgot to search for you when I found my own life. But now I’m here, and I'll help you. Let me show you the life I've built. You’ll fit right in. Krillin, my husband, Marron, our daughter—they'll love you."

The promise of a family warmed something inside Axa, a spark of belonging that she didn't know she needed.

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The scene shifted to the familial home, where the spark was met with a torrent of fear and misunderstanding.

The home that once held warmth and laughter was now a battlefield of words and emotions. The cozy living room, with its family photos and children's drawings, became the arena. Krillin's face was flushed with a mix of protective fear and incandescent rage. "18, how in the world could you think this was okay? Bringing her into our home without even a word to me?" His voice shook the very foundations of their sanctuary, a volume reserved for life-and-death battles, not familial disputes.

"You're not getting it, Krillin!" 18 shot back, her own voice a force to be reckoned with. "You think I can't see danger? I know danger. I've been danger. But she—" 18 jabbed a finger towards Axa, "—is just lost. We owe her this!"

Marron, with the blissful ignorance of childhood, had wandered over to Axa, offering a small stuffed dinosaur with a smile. "Do you wanna play with Mr. Dino?" she had asked, her voice a sing-song note in the dissonant symphony of the adults' conflict.

Krillin's eyes darted from Marron to Axa, and with a speed that betrayed his martial prowess, he scooped Marron into his arms. "Marron, sweetie, why don't you go play in your room, okay?" His words were gentle with his daughter, but when his gaze swung back to Axa, they were steel blades. "Stay away from her," he snapped at Axa. "We don't know you, what you're capable of—what if you're programmed to…to…"

His words trailed off, but the accusation hung heavily in the air, an invisible smog choking the room. Axa, who stood like a statue wrought from onyx, felt each word strike her. Her hands, which moments ago had explored the texture of the child's toy, now hung limply at her sides. The shine in her golden eyes dulled, a gloss of pain over the brightness.

"Krillin," 18's voice cracked like a whip, her anger transforming into something fierce and protective. "Listen to yourself! She’s not a threat! How can you judge her like this?"

The silence that followed was suffocating. Axa's soft, disbelieving sobs were the only sound, a heartbreaking melody that seemed to wrap around the room. She blinked rapidly, her human-like innocence clashing with her android perfection as she attempted to process the whirlwind of rejection and anger.

"I… I don't want to be a problem," Axa stammered out, her voice a mere whisper but slicing through the tension. "I didn't mean to cause trouble. I'm sorry."

Krillin, his face softening for a moment at Axa's words, struggled with the turmoil inside him. His duty to protect his family warring with the empathy he had learned from his wife. "18, I…," he started, but the words tangled, a mess of emotion and duty.

"No," 18 interrupted, her eyes glistening with unshed tears of frustration. "No, Krillin. She's not just some android. She's Axa. Remember that. She's not the past; she’s someone who needs us now."

In the quiet that followed, the trio stood, the balance of their world shifted, as they each considered the weight of what it meant to be family, to be human, or something akin to it. Axa, still caught in the eye of the storm, dared to hope for a harbor in this tempest—a place where she could anchor her heart.

The turmoil in the room reached a crescendo, a tidal wave of emotion that crashed over Axa with overwhelming force. As Krillin and Android 18's argument continued, Axa's mind began to fracture under the strain. She clutched at her temples, her golden eyes flickering erratically as memories—long suppressed—surged to the surface.

She was small again, diminutive and human, watching through the bars of a crib as giants in white coats and stern faces argued loudly above her. The cacophony of their voices was terrifying, a discordant symphony that crescendoed into an unbearable din. Words like "potential" and "failure" were thrown back and forth, volleying over her head like some high-stakes game she could not comprehend.

Her breath hitched, a robotic mimicry of a panic attack, and her body began to seize up. Her limbs locked in place, and the glow in her eyes sputtered like a dying star. "System… overload…" she managed to gasp out before collapsing like a puppet with its strings cut, her form going limp and unresponsive on the floor.

"18, we need to do something!" Krillin's voice was now tinged with fear for Axa, the protective instinct he felt for all living beings—especially those under his roof—kicking in.

18 knelt beside Axa, her fingers hovering over the android's inert body. Her heart, though not flesh and blood, ached with a mix of fear and protectiveness. "Dammit," she cursed softly, her usual composure fraying at the edges.

Krillin ran a hand through his hair, his eyes darting from his wife to the still figure on the floor. "Maybe… we should take her to see Bulma. She's dealt with… this kind of thing before."

Android 18's eyes narrowed at the suggestion. "Bulma has a good heart, but she's got that scientist's curiosity. She'll want to dissect every part of Axa's programming," she said, her voice a growl of resistance. "And Vegeta…" she trailed off, a scowl creasing her features at the thought of the Saiyan prince's unpredictable nature.

Krillin nodded slowly, understanding his wife's concerns. "We don't have to tell everyone, just Bulma. She'll know what to do," he insisted, his tone imploring. "Vegeta won't lay a finger on her—I'll deal with him if I have to."

The two locked eyes, a silent conversation passing between them. It was a gamble, but Axa needed help that they couldn't give. With a heavy heart, 18 agreed. "Fine. But we're not leaving her side. Not for a second."

Carefully, they gathered Axa's motionless form, her weight a testament to the gravity of their situation. Together, they stepped into the cool evening air, the weight of Axa's fate a heavy shroud upon their shoulders as they made their way to Capsule Corporation, and into the uncertain future that awaited them.

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More on Axa (Pronounced: Axe-e-ah or Ahh-x-ah)

*Apologies for inconsistent art styles. I utilized Art breeder. Unfortunately I don't see many resources to help create black!Ocs in consistent styles and diverse poses out there. If you know of any please let me know! As you continue reading the story imagine her in the DBZ art style. Thank you!*

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[thecluelessdoctor]

i made a new oc

Sprit :D

Im still deciding stuff Abt them but

I do like them lol

Please reblog so we can take over the world

[pretty-purple-pages]

𝓬𝓸𝔀𝓫𝓸𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓶𝓮

synopsis: libby gets hate on insta posts and who is nash not to defend his beloved soon-to-be-wife?

pairing: libby x nash (the inheritance games)

content: fluff fluff fluff, hate comments, nash and libby being the perfect couple, mentions of their wedding

word count: 500

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goth_cupcakes baking for my fiancé! <3

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user1 girl i beg you for the recipe 🙏🙏 ↳goth_cupcakes its here [link] ↳user1 you are a goddess thank you ↳user2 she's acc so sweet (like her cookies) liked by goth_cupcakes

cowboylikeme can't wait to marry you ↳goth_cupcakes exactly like its such a LONG time, i want to marry you NOW >:( ↳cowboylikeme patience love ↳user5 i DID NOT need to be reminded of my singleness on a sunday morning >:( ↳scones_ontop frfr ↳motherfaxingmax HEY YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND

hawthorne_heiress gimme some later ↳cowboylikeme hawthornes don't share cookies ↳daredevil he never said smth like this SHARE THE DAMN COOKIES

Grayson_Hawthorne The cupcakes look nice. ↳goth_cupcakes thank you gray but please for the love of god and your work, drop the capitals and punctuation ↳Grayson_Hawthorne No.

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cowboylikeme give me my hat back

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goth_cupcakes nope ↳cowboylikeme please? ↳goth_cupcakes you can do better ↳cowboylikeme my gorgeous goddess girlfriend, soon to be wife, the love and light of my life, i, on my knees beg you to return my hat ↳goth_cupcakes fine 🙄 take the damn hat back ↳hawthorne_heiress everyone, she's sobbing cuz of the 'wife' ↳goth_cupcakes IM NOT ↳user7 i love my parents

user5 the way she keeps him on his knees 🛐 liked by cowboylikeme ↳hawthorne_heiress my sister's so girlboss ↳motherfaxingmax i need lessons cuz my "boyfriend" FORGOT that he had a girlfriend 🙄 ↳scones_ontop I SAID IM SORRY

user6 does no one realise that she's manipulating everyone by being OVERLY sweet SHE IS A LIAR ↳cowboylikeme with all due respect, which is none, fuck off. ↳user2 no one needs your toxicity here ↳hawthorne_heiress bitch you're trying to gaslight people into thinking my sister is manipulative, you're the liar here

user12 user6 OMG I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO SAW THIS ↳user18 EXACTLY LIKE SHE'S DISGUSTING ↳Grayson_Hawthorne I have the names and social security numbers.

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cowboylikeme i'd happily get manipulated by this gorgeous liar

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goth_cupcakes 🥹🥹 i love you so so so so much ↳cowboylikeme i love you more darling

user7 if my bf ain't like this im dumping his ass ↳user5 hawthornes raised our standards too high then left us with too high standards and no bitches

user3 user6's been real quiet since this dropped ↳user1 i acc feel second-hand embarrassment for them ↳user2 and user12 and user18 too ↳user4 i heard they went into hiding

user11 i want a nash on the go, please and thank you

hawthorne_heiress you have my full approval to marry my sister liked by cowboylikeme

daredevil wedding when? ↳scones_ontop fr like get married already idiots 🙄 /aff ↳Grayson_Hawthorne The wedding transactions have been made.

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a/n: i'm sorry this so short, its my first smau ever so lmk if you like it

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