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the possibility of getting rickrolled is never zero, even in space

[part 2 / part 3]

Prompts for writing Hair like that

☆ The first time I saw him his locs were loose and long and the light caught the beads at the ends and I thought: this is the kind of person you write about. This is exactly that person.

☆ He had long twisted locs with beads at the ends, small dark beads that clicked softly when he moved, the sound arriving just before he did, a gentle announcement.

☆ He had twisted locs that took hours to make and I loved the knowledge of those hours. The sitting still, the careful hands, the patience required to make something that looked this effortlessly, permanently, undeniably him.

☆ He walked in and his locs fell over one shoulder and I forgot my own name for approximately four seconds.

One of them said, "isekai in a sword", and Whis thought he'd heard a similar story, but now he's trying to figure out if Old Kai is the equivalent of isekai for something like that

Little accidents during training...Whis told Beerus he was fine so he's not as worried

Bonus:

From his perspective, Grace must be constantly screaming in some primal, unknowable language.

"I'm not entirely sure that much Earth food is good for you, Lord Champa"