Hiya folks!! I'm giving tumblr another shot! But just a heads up, it will not be how it was before. Even though nudity is a-okay now, explicit sexual content is still not allowed on tumblr. So I'll be using this blog to post tumblr appropriate content related to my FSDB account.
Art that is a little too kinky or risque most likely won't make it's way here. There will be some exceptions, but they'll be cropped pieces.
But don't fret! You can find most of my fully uncensored art off site. Whether it be on twitter, dropbox, patreon, etc. Check out my linktree to find my social sites related to FSDB.
I'll also be open to answer a lot of questions here! I missed the message system on tumblr, so please don't be surprised if this blog might have a lot of answered "asks".
Like many creators/artists, I don't know what the future will hold. I don't even know how welcoming tumblr might be for someone like me or how long I'll be here. But I'm hoping for the best!
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Set in âThe Alternative King of Allâ Universe. When Son Goku takes Gas on wild goose chase through the stars, he transports to a planet Whis and the Oracle Fish are visiting... with the King of All in tow...
Goku had hoped that Whis might keep Gas distracted, and now with the King of All entering the equation, heâs certain that heâs bought Granolah and friends much more time. So, with a roguish âGood-bye,â Goku transports his way back to Planet Cereal, leaving behind a stunned Gas and curious King...
âDamn it!â cursed Gas, searching for the foolâs energy. âWhere did he go?!â
âIf you must know...â
The young Heeter turned, blinking at the fellow with the staff.
â... Goku has returned to Planet Cereal. Itâs a distance too great for you to warp directly.â
Gas snarled and faced the angel.
âWhich way is Planet Cereal?â he demanded.
The fellow hummed and raised a hand to the sky. His forefinger twitched and slashed at the sky, while he narrowed and widened his eyes.
âHalt!ââ¨
Gas bristled. He turned toward him whom had issued the audacity to interfere, and his breathing paused.
This manâif it were indeed a manâhad a ramâs head as black as the space between the stars. His eyes shined like molten gold, and his black horns curved above his head, like two spears hammered into a crown. His black robe was trimmed with gold, and near the collar of his robe had been stitched a golden pentagram, tipped so that a single point always faced toward the ground.
âDo not hinder me,â growled Gas. âI wonât hesitate toââ
The pressure changed. Gas huffed outwardly, and the air began to tremble around him. He felt a spontaneous stillness within himself, and he did not notice that his head had bowed until the ram-headed stranger spoke:
âYou cannot sustain that form,â said the stranger.
Gas harrumphed. âWho are you, as if you would know such things?â
The fellow with the staff pursed his lips, and his blue eyes widened. He glanced at the ram-headed stranger, whom twitched a black ear.
âI am the Lord Above All Mortal Emperors,â replied the stranger. âNot even Freeza would dare to try My powerâŚâ
Then the stranger grinned, baring the teeth of a wild canine, not some simple-minded beast that chewed cud.
The young Heeter puffed his chest and shook his head. He hadnât the time for this. Speaking of that putrid lizard, Freeza was in fact due at Planet Cereal any minute!
But before he could scream his demand, the stranger continued:
âI say again, you cannot sustain that form. You burn like a star with too much mass, and soon, very, very soon, you shall die.â
The more Gasâs defiance hardened on his face, the more intensely those molten-gold eyes burned. The Heeterâs throat tightened, as though he were trying to keep down his bile, and he ground his teeth together painfully. The strangerâs arrogance fanned Gasâs hatred for him, for the Saiyans, for that damned Cerealian brat and his Namekian caretakerâthey couldnât just die! No! Always complicating his missions by never accepting what should have been ordainedâ
âSo be it,â said the stranger, and he sighed. âI shall give you what you desire, but in return, you shall give Me what I desire.â
âHa!â scoffed Gas. âWhat could you possibly want from me?â
The stranger grinned again. By the gods! Those damned teeth!
âWhen your time to perish comes, you shall take what little life is on your lips, and you shall say, âFather, my brother has slain me.ââ
If one could stumble while floating in the air, Gas was certain he himself had done so. âWhat?â
âVow upon My Name, which shall not pass your lips, that you shall say this, and I vow to point you toward Cereal.â
Gasâs chest rattled with chuckling. What idiocy was this? What utter idiocy! He didnât have time. He didnât have time! He had no time for this!! This fool was just another impediment like the Saiyans, another frustration like Freezaâ
But the stranger knew. He knew where Planet Cereal wasâhell! That fellow with the staff seemed to know as well. And Gasâhe knew that they knew. Yes, a Heeterâs inner nature could drive them mad, but their animalistic senses were keener. And animals knew their limitsâknew a hurricane would drown them, knew a wildfire would peel and pop skin and turn bone to charcoalâŚ
⌠knew when the supernatural stood before them. And animals would bare their teeth and cower and bow their heads accordingly.
Ignoring his beads of sweat, Gas smirked and replied, âVery well, whoever-you-are. I shall agree to your terms.â
âThen speak the vow as I have spoken,â commanded the stranger, âand I shall give you the way to Planet Cereal.â
Gas snorted, raised his right hand, and growled, âI swear⌠by your name, whatever that is, which shall not pass my lipsââ By the gods, this was exasperatingly stupid. ââthat if I do lose, with what little life is on my lips, I shall say, âFather, my brother has slain me!â Now, will you fulfill your end of this ridiculous bargain?â
The air trembled heavily, more so than the first time, as the stranger growled and licked his teeth. He raised a hand, which was goethite brown, and pointed to the sky.
âGo, young Heeter. Your fate awaits you in that direction.â
Gas spared no gratitude and no farewell. He sped through the planetâs atmosphere and through perilous space as though it were no challenge.
The King shook his head and lamented. âTch! Tch! Tch! Poor creature.â
âI assume this is Your way of getting a pet,â suggested Whis, âto show off to Your other self in the other timeline?â
The King smiled wide enough to close his eyes. âI figured, the young buck should be adopted to a more loving master than the one he has. But let him decide, you know?â
Whis smiled and shook his head. âHooh! The Grand Priest is going to have some strong words for you, sir.â
The King snorted. âThe Grand Priest can deal with it. Now, shall we finish tea and sweets before I go?â
Dedicated to: @hopefromadoomedtimeline, whom I always wanted to RP with, but the Real World has been consuming my time away from the Internet (in a good way). So, hereâs a fragment of a tale I never completed.
The Premise
Dabura has been captured by Future Trunks and Kaioshin after they obtained the help of an ageing occultist. Dabura knows he canât reason with the god, so he tries to bargain with Trunks to release him.
The Tale
The demon rumbled like a leopard as the half-Saiyan entered the chamber. Dabura lifted his head as high as the collar and chain allowed, his wolfish teeth gleaming within his shadowed face as the human stood a decent distance from him.
"You hit some fortune, child," snarled the demon, "though how long it shall last, I cannot say. Master Babidi has more centuries on him than your sad, little occultist. I shall be freed, and what-ever blood flows through your veins and makes you so durable shall not avail you."
The human harrumphed. He was apprehensive, surely, but Dabura would hear no quaver in his voice.
"Master Kaioshin said you wanted to speak with me," said the human, "not talk at me. So, whaddyou want?"
Dabura cocked his head slowly. "A polite conversation."
"Humph!"
"I do not intend to waste your time, child," purred the demon, "though to break the ice, as the idiom goes, we shall start with the little things."
The human sneered and shuffled closer.
"How about we start by calling me by my name, not 'child.'"
Dabura chuckled. "To me, one with so few centuries is a child, but very well. What is your name?"
"Trunks."
"A curious name."
"Pfeh! And who exactly named you? 'Dabura'? Not exactly intimidating."
The demonâs teeth gleamed, and he snarled, "A wolf by any other name still has the power to slaughter sheep."
"Until the shepherd comes and kicks its ass."
Dabura growled, and the human shuffled backward, his sword hissing as he commenced to remove it from its sheath.
Dabura shrank. By the damnable chains binding him! In his current, pitiful state, the brat could injure him or even kill him, and his petrifying spit only worked beyond a certain distance, under an optimum condition. No, he would not let him wrath set his blood aflame.
Rolling his shoulders and shaking his aching body, the bound demon said, âMy apologies. As you can tell, Iâm not very fond of... shepherds. Their rods and their staffs bring me no comfort. But I suppose theyâre merely living the life theyâve been dealt, in the same way the starving, bony wolf eyes their herd.
//It was some time after the movie The Witch: A New England Folk-tale came out in 2015. In the film, Black Phillip is an antagonist, representative of the Devil, and in the rhyme sung about him, he's described as the "King of All."
Enter Dragon Ball Super, Ep. 40. When I first saw the King of All, I was less than impressed. I thought: "Oh, boy! Here we go again! Another character just like Majin Buu, who has this incredible power, but gawd awmighty! Why this design?"
So, as an act that was 49% jest, 51% super-seriousness, I compared the King of All from The Witch with the King of All from DBS.
On a TOTAL side note:
In retrospect, I'm sure that Toriyama, Toyotaro, et al. have their reasons for making Zeno look so non-threatening and behave like child, similar to Majin Buu. Maybe he's supposed to be the DBS equivalent of that eldritch horror Anthony from that The Twilight Zone episode, "It's A Good Life."
That is a horrifying concept! I mean, you feel powerless nowadays to change the world for the actual better? Imagine if beings like Zeno or Majin Buu - hell, even Son Gohan during the Cell Games - were another facet of our existence that we had to deal with.
No, thank you. I'd rather have suave, Satanic dude as the King of All. At least under his dominion, there's the potential that I can live deliciously, even if my actions might be toxic to others.
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// There's a Dabura rp'er on Tumblr? (Hides the inner simp) I'm glad to see someone's giving him much needed love. Keep doing what you do, and take care! //
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