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Hey, gentle reminder to report and block zanysaiyan3 for harassment if you haven’t already. They’ve also been sending Yamcha-hate and those gross vorarephilia and harem headcanons about Saiyans, too.

This is an account they use to hide their main account from the backlash.

I’m not going to dig up old history about what this is about, but it stems from issues of someone who is too damn old to be causing this much drama for their age. Especially in regards to the vore and harem headcanons. While they were annoying at first, they didn’t become a thing for harassment until it became public. Now they’re sending these things to attack people. The Yamcha-hate had become recent matter.

If you could reblog this to bring it more attention, as I’m not sure people are yet aware of it, that would help a lot! Also, if you get these things all the time and have not yet done so, please consider closing your ask boxes for now to avoid getting more harassment!

Hey, gentle reminder to report and block zanysaiyan3 for harassment if you haven’t already. They’ve also been sending Yamcha-hate and those gross vorarephilia and harem headcanons about Saiyans, too.

This is an account they use to hide their main account from the backlash.

I’m not going to dig up old history about what this is about, but it stems from issues of someone who is too damn old to be causing this much drama for their age. Especially in regards to the vore and harem headcanons. While they were annoying at first, they didn’t become a thing for harassment until it became public. Now they’re sending these things to attack people. The Yamcha-hate had become recent matter.

If you could reblog this to bring it more attention, as I’m not sure people are yet aware of it, that would help a lot! Also, if you get these things all the time and have not yet done so, please consider closing your ask boxes for now to avoid getting more harassment!

  His eyes flick down, a twitch in his cheek.

If you knew already, why’d you ask… ?

   … He shakes his head, taking a breath and hiking the kid up in his arms, who’s eyeing Chronoa curiously!

… Haha! Sorry, don’t mean to sound snippy or anything! Just. A little confused, I guess; why… would you be helping me?

I was sure you’d–be reeling and chewing me out by now, once you found out–

Like, on about “Oh, Fu, you can’t go making such reckless changes in history!” Which, I know, I wasn’t intending to; I was, admittedly, kinda panicking, so I didn’t really give myself time to look both ways before crossing the time streams–that’s when this little guy decided to take a joy ride, I guess!

Or, like, “Fu, you know you can’t keep him,” Which I also know, mind you! And I didn’t intend to do that, either–I can’t take care of a kid, even if it is myself!

    The baby’s waving at Chronoa, totally ignoring his older self’s ramble.

Or, “Fu, you have to do the right thing,” and I know, I’m trying to, but–!

…

   He trails off, his jaw clenched. 

There was still the matter about the child. No matter how cute he was, it was dangerous for him to be around. Getting hurt put older Fu at risk, and that also put the balance of time at risk.

“I don’t have any reason to think badly of you, do I? Your time manipulation is for the... well, not for the greater good, but personal experimentation is better than evil intents, right?”

She got into argument with that to Elder Kai a lot since Fu messed around with the Time Nest. It’s irresponsible reasoning for time manipulating, and creating an abundance of Time Rifts, but it keeps Bakura busy instead of lying around like he does.

   (Immediately, before he even bothers to answer, he’s tilting his frame back in a full body motion–)

Aw, fuc–!

   CLEARS his throat, hugging the kid close to his chest and gritting his teeth, finally submitting to his fate as he fixes himself upright and… sheepishly turns around to face her head-on.

Er. Hey there, Supreme Kai of Time! Didn’t see you–must’ve been spacin’ out!

W-What, though, uh–what, this little guy? O~ho! Well! Funny story, it, uh, see, what had happened was, uh.. Well, he–.. I,

   He’s losing steam fast, the grin on his face more and more obviously wound up for show..

.. It. It was an accident.. ! Alright? Just a dumb mistake!

I’m–And I’m gonna put him back! I just–. Haven’t. Yet. 

… Obviously.

For… Reasons.

“I know it was an accident. I’m aware of the situation. You didn’t think this wouldn’t show up in the Scroll, did you?” She eased herself towards the man and his baby-self.

“It isn’t easy trying to hide this on my end. I have to keep waving off Trunks from the Scroll, and the Old Man is getting suspicious of me. They’re not fond of you, but I’m not your enemy.”

There comes a point when you’re just being an asshole.

Ever since I started this Shenron blog, the whole thing was meant to be crack. People wish for things, Shenron sasses them and/or messes up the wish in fun ways.

I don’t godmod, so I refuse to do things that would affect other muses unless 1.) It’s one of MY OWN muses, or 2.) It happens to be the muse of a friend of mine, and I talk to them about it and get their permission first.

So when Shenron got an ask to make Frost fall in love with Hit… I have a Frost blog, but I don’t know of any Hit blogs that would be comfortable with that. So I made Frost love GETTING HIT instead. As a joke. My Shenron has a tendency to mix up wording.

Since then, my Shenron AND Frost blogs have both gotten a lot of disturbing messages that I am VERY uncomfortable with.

However, it would seem they attracted the attention of. Well. God. Or A God. A entity known as the Supreme Kai of Time. The Supreme Kai of Time talked with Trunks first for a long while, Before Trunks exited telling Obi that she’d see him now. “Alright.” However something threw him off, He couldn’t sense her…at all. He couldn’t understand why.

He entered the room, listening for any sort of breathing, able to find it to know Trunks did talk with someone. “So, you wanted to see me then?”

“As admirable as your reasons were, the both of you have caused major damage that I don’t have the power to repair... Or the heart. I’m not going to repeat the argument about multi-verse theory, but I will say that you both turned it into a reality.” She held two scrolls in her hand.

“A-hem!” Chronoa glared up at the pair of patrollers in the sky. There were rules, people! As much as she didn’t want to be a party-pooper, she couldn’t let them have their fight. EVERYONE would have a sky spar and ignore the rules put in place for their own protection.

The little woman looked up at the other with concerned eyes.

“I think you know exactly what this is.”

Her hand clasped the knife tightly as she approached, looking down on her boss. It was now or never, and it had been a long time coming.

She was done dancing around the subject. Chronoa’s cooking had put them in danger too many times to be considered no more than a possible health hazard; it was downright dangerous.