#i Just noticed that I forgot to color the monocle :

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HELLO EVERYONE !! It's xmas eve and I decided to round up my commission work with this cute little oneshot my commissioner requested🥰🥰consider this my xmas gift to you all !! Remember to take care of yourselves and spend quality time with your loved ones💓

"family", an idv oneshot📕🧸

no warnings at all this is just pure fluff, FOUND FAMILY FUCK YEAH!!!!!!, a tad short i fear, reader's gender not specified as usual

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"____!" You suddenly heard a voice call you.

"Oh. There you are, Memory." You glanced up at the little girl standing in the snow. There was a shit eating grin on her face as she was gripping something with her hands tightly. You tilted your head in curiosity. "And there's my..."

"Scarf!" She grinned.

You sighed. "I've been looking for it the whole day. Now... mind giving it back?"

"No way!" She poked her tongue at you and ran.

"Oh yo- you little shit!" You yelped, and got yourself going for that brat. "Give it back! I'm gonna tell your da- your brothe- whatever he is!" Your legs slowly started to deceive you, yet Memory still ran and ran in the seemingly endless snow. It was a beautiful snowy day - the sun's glow filled up the crystal snow with light and brought warmth to pale faces and rosy red noses.

"God... damn it." You lifelessly plopped down into the crunchy layer of snow. "I'm no match for these youngsters nowadays."

"Looks like Memory had you breathless." A gentle voice from behind woke you from your "nap." It was Orpheus - his cheeks puffed up and turned bright red in color from the cold, and he had a kitschy winter coat over his usual classy attire. "Need something to warm you up?" He offered you a cup of hot chocolate. "Definetly." You picked yourself up from the snow and took the cup from his hand. You forgot how fun of a feeling it was sensing the heat run from your fingertips to your knuckles, spinning the cup around so you don't burn yourself. "How come you're outside? You usually stay inside by the fireplace when the weather's like this. Looking for inspiration, I suppose?"

"Partially, yes." His lips slowly tilted into a smile as he spoke. "I wanted to see what you were doing. Looks like Memory has you as her target today, huh. You took her doll or something?" He chuckled as he wrapped his own scarf around your neck. "Have mine until you get yours back."

"Oh, thank you, really-" You had to be honest, he kind of suprised you with that gesture. "Well... not sure. She's been excitedly running around the manor all day - seems like she just wanted to go outside. You know how kids are with their snowy days and... snowman building and things."

You took a sip from your cup. The hot chocolate was simply perfect, the remaining chocolate pieces swirling around your tongue and the marshmallows melting in the corner of your mouth.

"Novelists and poets are the same as kids in that way, then. Can't even lie, I love snowy days. A ghoulish, scrawny autumn paysage turns into a crystal wonderland at least for a day. Isn't it magical?" He licked his lips. "Just look at the sun rays slicing through those icicles hanging off of the branches over there. Doesn't it remind you of a crystal chandelier for a second?"

"If you say so, Shakespeare", you said as you pinched his nose, "yet i'm more interested in the "snowball fight" aspect of it." You reached for a fistful of flaky snow and threw it at him.

"Hey! Now you're just using the fact that i'm defenseless against me! Don't make me grab my scarf back!" He laughed. "You got your scarf rightfully stolen, alright?"

"Your monocle too!"

"My... what?"

He reached for his face in horror.

"Orpheus. Your monocle. It's gone."

"Since when?"

"Since I saw you outside?"

He buried his face into his hands. "I... I didn't even notice... I'm so used to the feeling of it on my face that I lost it..."

You sighed. "Oh, Orphy... don't worry, you probably just tucked it away somewhere."

You slowly wrapped your arm around his shoulder - he responded by gently putting his head on your shoulder.

"Let's go for a walk to clear our minds, 'kay? At least I know what to get you this Christmas..."

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"Hi guys!"

It was Memory. She was all dressed up from head to toe in her winter clothes - only her nose and mouth peered from between the brim of her cap and the edge of her scarf.

"Oh. It's you. Little gremlin."

She just grinned at your sarcastic remark. "I've got a suprise for you two guys..."

"...Buuuut?"

"...but there's one rule." She raised her little index finger into the air.

"...And that rule being?"

She suddenly yanked your scarf from behind her back. "Catch me first!" She yelled as she ran into the snow for the second time, your scarf waving behind her like a fiery trail.

"Get her!" You and Orpheus jumped up and ran. "We can't lose her this time!"

Memory's image in front of you started to wither in the shadow of the winter sun. You two were out of breath again, sweat freezing on your forehead, yet your eyes were on the prize and your legs somehow cooperated with you. You noticed you didn't even look at Memory anymore - just the trail of her footsteps that she left in the fluffy snow.

"I...cannot...run...anymore..." Orpheus whined as he threw himself into the snow. You weren't doing any better, either, dropping to your knees as you panted.

"You guys made it!" Memory yelled out in front of you. "Now for your prize..."

"What is it..?" Orpheus mumbled as he sat up in the snow.

She moved away, revealing three snowy figures - two big ones, and one small one nested between the big ones. "Ta-dah! Now for the finishing touches..."

She wrapped your scarf around one of the snowmen. "To be fair, looking at it from afar, it looks like you a bit." Orpheus chuckled under his breath.

As she approached the other big snowman, she clumsily pulled out a monocle - Orpheus' monocle - from the pocket of her coat and wedged it into the face of the snowman. "Guess we found your monocle." You poked fun at him while she set it. "It does look like you, though."

For the little one, she reluctantly took her doll, and placed it by its base. "Here it is!"

She turned around and bowed.

"Looks wonderful, Memo-" Orpheus said as she ran towards him and knocked him into the snow again. You simply gave up on scolding her - you rested your head in the snow, Memory making snow angels between you two.

"Seems like you spent a lot of time on it. What's the name of your little masterpiece, hm?" Orpheus wondered, carefully fixing her cap as she laid in the snow.

She pouted. "I... didn't think of that. Stop! Let me think."

A few seconds passed as she thought, drumming her frostbitten fingers on her cheek.

"I'll call it... family!"

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[technicolor--dreams]

The object of her affection - chapter 4

chapter 1 here

chapter 2 here

chapter 3 here

After two exhausting miles under the scorching july sun, Susan finally made it to the bus station. She dropped her luggage on the ground with a thump, and sat on a bench. Oscar woofed from inside the leather bag and stuck his little tongue out, his beady dark eyes begging for some refreshment. Susan pulled out a bottle of water and a bowl from one of the luggages. She took  Oscar out, and after she filled the bowl, he drank excitedly, wiggling his little tail left and right.

According to the schedule on the far wall the next bus from New Haven to New Bedford, where the ferry would sail to, would be in another hour, at around twelve-thirty. She sat Oscar back inside his bag, pondering what to do in the meantime. She looked over at the cafe next to the tickets office, but she decided she was too nervous to eat. Besides, she had her own ration of food and drinks already. Noticing a newspaper on the other side of the bench, she picked it up, and began flipping through it without much interest. After having quickly exhausted her favorites - the Arts and Leisure, comics, and Lifestlye sections, she moved to the World news and Economics pages. Somewhere between the Irish General election, and Hindenburg accident consipracies, though, she began losing focus, and between the summer heat and her own exhaustion, she started dozing off. She would have fallen asleep like a log, If she hadn't been roused quite suddenly by the sound of tinkling brass bells, followed by a high-pitched squeal.

Susan shook herself out of her reverie just in time to see a tan colored shadow running away in the distance, skirting between a befuddled elder lady's legs to follow a tall man carrying a travel bag.

"Oscar!" She shrieked, dropping the newspaper on her lap to chase after her beloved pet. "Somebody stop that dog!"

She zig-zagged through the crowd, yelling to no avail. Oscar wouldn't listen, and the crowd even less so, everybody too busy getting to their destination to pick up the stray dog.

"Hey, you, Sir! Tall man with the bag! Stop!"

Susan continued her chase for what felt like a lifetime, but was probably a little more than a minute, until the man reached the platforms area, stopping in front of a shiny, green bus.

"You!" Susan mustered all the breath she had left, resting one hand on her left hip, and pointing her finger his direction.

He turned around, knitting a pair of sandy blonde brows that matched his wavy hair.

Susan drew out a breath, getting closer. "You know how long I've been following you?"

"Well, I can't say that I'm not flattered -" the man began speaking, before realizing that Susan wasn't talking to him, but to somebody else. A Somebody that at the momently was most definitely chewing on his bag.

"Hey, get off my bag!" he pulled the dog by his sides, trying to get his grip off the leather, only to get bitten in the process.

"Ow!" he yelped, retreating in defeat.

"I'll take care of it." Susan said matter-of-factly, before crouching down. "Oscar, be a good boy now. Get off the gentleman's bag and I will give you a big, fat, cookie, uh?" she said in a soft-spoken manner.

Oscar didn't budge.

"Fine, two. Last offer."

Oscar growled, slowly letting go of his grip. Susan picked him up and cradled him in his arms.

"Cheeky! How many times have I told you not to run away!" she admonished him.

"You oughta put him on a leash. It's not safe." the man spoke up, rubbing his hand.

"I could never do that to him," Susan said, petting Oscar tenderly, "he's meant to be free. I would be no less animal than him if I restricted him like that."

"He's an animal alright. Look what he did to my hand!" he raised the offended appendage. "Not to mention the bag."

The bag in question now sat on the concrete pavement, slighlty slumped on the side, a couple of bite marks evident in a corner dripping with dog drool.

Susan raised her eyes from the bag, taking a better look at the man. He couldn't have been more than twenty-five, and at least six foot two, if her estimation was right. With sandy blonde hair and blue eyes, he had the homely appearance of your typical corn-fed, all-american male you would see on advertisements. He could pass for handsome, she supposed, If you squinted your eyes, though he had nothing on Joseph. His jaw was too squared, his nose not aristocratic enough, his figure too broad. He lacked any kind of sophistication, in short.

"I don't know what's gotten into him." she explained, "He never behaved like this before. It must have been that bell on your bag that set him off. He's very sensitive to noises."

"I suppose the biting is just a fun bonus." the man deadpanned.

Susan was about to retort, when something stopped her in her tracks.

"Mr. Murphy!" a male voice called from the bus.

Susan and the man turned around at the same time. An elderly gentleman sporting a bowler hat and monocle was peeking out of one of the bus' windows, a scowl on his face.

"Yes, sir?" Murphy replied.

"What's taking you so long? I don't have the whole day, young man! This bus is leaving in ten minutes."

"I'll be righ there, Mr. Sullivan." Murphy said, showing his pearly whites.

Mr. Sullivan retreated back into his seat, muttering to himself.

"So, that's not your bag." Susan winced.

Murphy shook his head. "No."

"Oh."

"You better hope Mr, Sullivan doesn't see that."

Susan tilted her head "It's not that visible."

"It's not not invisible, either."

Their conversation was interrupted once again by Mr. Sullivan, this time bangin out of the window with a cane.

"Hey! I'm not paying you to pick up dames! Let's go!"

"Yes, Mr. Sullivan." Murphy said, finally picking up the bag and stepping onto the bus.

Susan watched the window as the two men talked a bit inside the vehicle, before Murphy put the bag on the suitcase compartment.

"Did he notice?" she asked, once he was back.

"No, thank God, but he will soon. Let's go before he does." he took her by the arm and led her back inside the station. "By the way, where are your bags?"

Susan stopped in her tracks, her eyes widening in horror. "My bags! Oh, my God, I completely forgot about them! You don't suppose they got stolen while I was away?"

"I don't suppose. I know."

Susan sprinted away just as she did before, this time with Oscar safely tucked into her arms and Murphy following them in tow.

Just as she suspected, the bench where she had sat up until a few minutes before was now empty, save for the newspaper she had been reading and Oscar's tin bowl.

Susan dropped Oscar and sank on the bench, resting her elbows on her knees and holding her face with both hands. "This has to be the worst week of my life."

"Oh, cheer up." Murphy sat beside her ."Your life ain't half over yet. There might be worse weeks coming."

Susan turned around to face him, "You have a very twisted sense of humor, you know that?"

"But it keeps me going."

"You know, this is all your fault."

"Mine!?!"

"Yes," Susan poked him in the chest. "Yours. If you had just stopped the first time I called you -"

"Wait a minute! I though we already went over this! You left your dog without a leash. It's on you."

"But you held me up."

"Ever thought about getting a parakeet, or a nice goldfish?"

Susan arched an eyebrow in his direction."You like giving an awful lot of advice, for someone I don't even know."

"That's easily fixed." Murphy conceded, holding out his hand. "I'm Connor."

"Susan." she replied, but she didn't shake his hand. Instead she turned her head, looking around conspicously. "You think he's still here?"

"Who?"

"The gentleman who stole my bags."

"I'd hardly call him a gentleman. But, no. "

"That's just perfect. I got no money, no clothes. No dignity." Susan pouted.

"Say, where are you going?" Connor asked.

"Martha's Vineyard."

"I could give you a ride if you wanted."

Susan furrowed her brows. "Why?"

"I'm a taxi cab driver. I have to get the old clunker back in New Bedford – I can drop you at the port on my way."

"I could still go by bus, you know. I've got ..." she took out a few pennies out of her skirt pocket and began counting. "fifty cents."

"I hate to burst your bubble, but that will only cover you for the bus ride."

"Not if I can manage to pass myself off for a twelve years old."

Connor shook his head. "Would you really rather spend six hours on a smelly bus packed with sweaty European tourists, than spend three hours with me?"

"Three hours?"

"Hmm hmm. I can have you on that Ferry by four."

Susan pondered what do. The stakes were too high to hesitate. Oh, What the hell, If she had to hitch a ride to get to her destination as soon as possible, so be it. What was the worse that could have happened?

"We have a deal."

#novella #writing #ficiton

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Yugioh S4 Ep1 Part 1: Yugi Ditches Algebra, Cards Become Real

Ah, a new season a new day. It’s Season 4. And we’re going to start of with:

A deep sea sub. Sure, why not?

So Yugi’s unofficial other grandpa, Arthur Hawkins, AKA one of the member’s of this show’s only really happening OTP has decided to kinda ditch his Granddaughter Rebecca and go to the bottom of the ocean. Don’t blame him. Down here is where, I guess, he will come across this very Grecian looking structure.

Like Yugioh nonchalantly passes a lot of bad history at me but like...he’s in the Atlantic Ocean and there’s Grecian style stuff everywhere?

Why? I mean at least he’s not in the Pacific but like...Yugioh. Anyways, we’re not in Greece but the show had very little time to invent a brand new ancient architecture style although I would be super down for that.

But like...here’s the thing about columns--you can go really deep into column lore and people are really freakin picky about columns and what they mean, and this could have been a low key hilarious place to make an entirely new column order just for Yugioh. They could’ve done it and they decided not to. It’s OK, I’ll save it for the Marik’s Boat Time spinoff they’ll never ever make.

But I just want to bring up just real super fast that Noah and Gozaburo must’ve known about this place for years right? Like they super lived underwater and had robots poised to attack mankind stationed all over the sea floor so...we can pretty much guarantee they already knew about this place?

Just gonna bring up what a shame it is Noah freakin died.

Also want to bring up what a shame it was that Arthur didn’t show up at the beginning of S3 and be like “hey Yugi, I was just in the neighborhood, noticed you got picked up by an undersea gang, what’s up?”

(read more under the cut)

Anyway, there he is, our 70 yo adventurer, who has more energy than I have at under half his age. Arthur Hawkins needs to take it down a few pegs.

Or is it Hawkings?

Wtv.

Anyways, I gave Hawkins this tweed colored font that I just realized is nearly the same as Joey’s so it’ll change if he ever comes back.

Thanks for that prologue, Yugioh. Anyway, apparently no one on this side of Japan freakin cares, because despite finding what looks exactly like Godzilla’s lair on the bottom of the sea, we’re gonna instead fixate on Rex and Weevil.

Y’all I was going to make a joke about “why does this show fixate so much on Rex and Weevil at the beginning of so many arcs?” when I remembered that Bakura basically murdered all the other mean mini bosses from S1 except for Bandit Keith, who probably got deported by now.

I had to think long and hard just now about whether or not I’ve used that joke before because it is S4 and y’all I just don’t even remember.

(I have a very long story about Warby Parker that I just deleted fyi)

Rex is a Christmas plaid now because there are too many characters in this show.

Now that Rex and Weevil have been reunited, which is surprising because I just assumed these two have been Bert and Ernie-ing it up in some condo in the NYC, They say:

I almost forgot about the secret side-plot of Yugioh, that everyone is a cheese monger and very open about it.

So anyway, they’re off to have a very simple storyline of “I will try and Challenge Yugi Muto for God Cards” which...good luck with that, it only took 2 seasons for Yugi to finally accept his challenge from Seto Kaiba. Have fun following around Yugi Muto for 2 seasons.

When there’s a...really bizarre twist that happens. Just a very weird turn of events. Like recall that it’s the middle of the day, and the sun is shining, and there’s people and cars everywhere, and it’s a good neighborhood, and then, like playing Pokemon in tall grass, this guy just appears in front of them.

And guys, I’m from the Bay Area and I have slipped and fallen right on top of my phone on Fillmore which was DEVASTATING so like...their unstoppable speed walk down this 12 degree slope is...

I think they wanted to run into them, I really think they did. I think people in this town are so desperate for any excuse to fall into a horrifying disaster that they are just magnetically attracted to anyone wearing an oversized blanket.

Also this guy’s look is...kind of forgettable. It’s somehow weird and also forgettable at the same time. Hit that sweet spot for me. I don’t even remember this guy’s name, it was so forgettable. I’ll look it up later. Maybe bro will do it. I dunno. He wears a Monocle so like...that’s all I can say about this guy.

OK so I just checked in with Bro and then Bro made a weird rant about this guy being called Gurimo and how bro had some strong opinions about Season 4. Then Bro said a statement that really stuck with me, although I only remember part of the statement which was: “...this guy can just go get more monocles from Forever 21 and Hot Topic...” which made me very quickly realize my adult brother has never entered either a Forever 21 or a Hot Topic if he thinks a cultist in a monocle would purchase monocles from there.

I learned a lot and now you have to know this too.

And in case you’re wondering “did Rex and Weevil deserve this?” No. He just immediately decided to steal their soul on the sidewalk in front of Women’s Foot Locker from what I assume is just down the street from Yugi Muto’s house/game shop.

(how did this storyboarder nail the 3/4 degree angle on Weevil here? Do you know how hard that is to do with not just glasses but weird ass chunky glasses?)

Ah, a duel disk that can stab yourself in the stomach with two very poorly laid out barbs.

Very nice rival to Kaiba’s duel disk that will behead you if you don’t fling your arm out just right.

So like...did he steal a duel disk from Kaiba and then mod it? Is that what they did? The whole point of duel disks is that you’re linked up to the Dueling Facebook or whatever...so did this Cultist buy a normal duel disk from Toy’s R Us and then say “ahahah I’m going to do so much card crime!” and then start modding it with help of a cosplay forum? Like what’s the story here of how this guy spent all of last year (and definitely all of last season) modding this duel disk over a computer desk, some metallic acrylic paint, and a sauntering iron, feverishly asking his forum if anyone can 3d print some sick ass runes for his soul-sucking duel disk?

And then I guess this guy dueled both Rex and Weevil at the same time? Like this was all off screen...but why didn’t Rex and Weevil just leave? Just don’t pull out your duel disk and you’re probably good?

Just so many ways to have avoided losing your soul in the first ten minutes of Yugioh.

Anyway, on the other side of town, Tea is worrying about Yugi which is basically her normal.

Joey and Tristan decided to meet up with her, not because she was clearly in distress, but because Yugi isn’t around, and why worry about Tea when instead your friend Yugi is probably going to destroy the world the moment you turn around (and he did. Yugi absolutely effed everything up the very moment these three took their eyes off of him)

And what was weird is that it took Yugi until, I dunno...several streets over to kind of come out of the ether and be like “heeey Pharaoh...um...what’s up?” Like it took him this long to say something. Probably so that by the time they would have walked back to school math would have been over.

So...did Yugi just not notice at first? Like it’s sort of amazing what these two don’t know what the other one is up to. Including this situation that little Yugi absolutely should have picked up on.

As it turns out, the cards are speaking very audibly to Pharaoh. This should have been somewhat of a...youknow...red flag...since Yugi can’t hear them but Pharaoh can. But, Yugi’s like “well...we’re so used to everyone just giving us the answer and that being the right call, I guess this must also be the right call.”

And...although he had quite the head start, These three are more than willing to drop the hell out of class and rack up those absences. I’m gonna assume they had to make up another wild excuse about Tea’s cat to that one teacher to get out of school just like last time, but they did all that offscreen.

And then Tea just kind of snapped, and she did so with a smile the entire time.

Her wording was somewhat different, but she did basically say something along the lines of “if you don’t remember me telling you this a million times, you are an idiot” and Pharaoh didn’t have an answer and so it was like he said without saying anything “yes, I am.”

Which he will further prove like five minutes from now.

Like Y’all, bless his cursed perfect ass, but Pharaoh is the biggest idiot in this show. Sometimes he’s brilliant, but if he’s ever left to his own devices, just the biggest idiot. He got duped by some guy pretending to throw his voice so that his cards looked like they were talking to him. Pharaoh thought cards can talk.

And so that’s how Pharaoh freakin caused the Apocalypse. The first of many.

He did so just so very easily.

His cards started wigging out, the tablet started icing over--it was like “hey remember what took 2 seasons to build up to? Well screw it.”

Also this happened, apropos of absolutely nothing.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand cards are real.

I mean they’ve been real for a few seasons but now the cards are officially real and they’re not cute like Pokemon. They’re all really gross and roided out and they probably have a funky smell. All of them.

I knew we’d get here eventually I just didn’t know it would be SO fast.

When no one was paying absolutely any attention--when my entire focus was inside of this museum, that was when cards became real.

Well...

...time to shove em into little balls I guess. Anyways, that’s it for this update because this episode was a lot of stuff so I’m gonna split it so y’all have it easier and so I have it easier too.

And if you just got there this is S4, if you want to start reading these from S1, here’s a link to the collection in chrono order, it’s basically like reading a Victor Hugo length of book except its just me ranting about WTF is going on in OG Yugioh for 100+ episodes, knock yourself out.

#Yugioh #ygo #recap #photo recap #episode recap #S4 #S4 Ep1 #Yugi Muto #Joey Wheeler #Tristan Taylor #Tea Gardner #Arthur Hawkins #Rex Raptor #Weevil underwood #I can't believe I remember both of those dummies' last names #Gurimo #a single monocle

[duhragonball]

Dragon Ball Z 195

Great Saiyaman Saga!   Well, that’s how Funimation marketed these episodes in 2001.    I remember buying these on home video because I couldn’t wait to see what happened next after the Cell Games Saga ended, so I’d go to Wal-Mart and blow ten bucks on the edited-for-TV version of the dub.   On VHS.   

Mostly, I wondered who the hell “Great Saiyaman” was supposed to be, and what he had to do with Goku hanging out in the afterlife, which is what these next five episodes are actually about.   Strictly speaking, this story arc is about what’s known as the “Otherworld Tournament”, and it’s a quick filler arc before we pick up on Gohan’s adventures in high school starting in Episode 200.   But Funi called 195-209 the Great Saiyaman Saga, and I’m doing it too.  

So when Goku died during the Cell Games, he got to keep his body, which is an honor reserved for great martial artists who do heroic things like saving planets from bug monsters.    Goku would like to meet the other heroes who’ve been afforded the same honor, because they’ve been training in the afterlife for years, and they must be really strong, and he wants to fight ‘em all.   

As King Kai explains it, they’re all on the Grand Kai Planet, which is ruled by the Grand Kai, who is basically King Kai’s boss.  

There’s a cute scene where Goku keeps asking for directions to get to this place, then running down Snake Way before he remembers he needs more directions.   Finally, he remembers that he can just teleport to King Yemma’s place, which is where they’ll need to go to make the trip to the Grand Kai Planet.

There’s a plane at Yemma’s hat takes dead people to Heaven, but there’s a second, smaller plane that carries people to the Grand Kai Planet.    King Kai is embarassed to be seen dead, but Goku’s too busy looking for the plane to care.

So in the DBZ cosmology, Hell is above the living world, an above that is the yellow cloud layer we see around Snake Way and Yemma’s.   Above that is this big planet where Heaven is, and the Grand Kai Planet is a smaller planet nearby.  Don’t ask me about the sun over there.    They’ll probably get into that in Dragon Ball Super-Duper AF, which will air five years after I’m dead.

The cool thing aout this place is that it’s full of all these dead warriors who got the honor of training on this planet.    It’s basically heaven for Goku, since he can spar with these guys all the time, forever.   

It’s also nice for Toei, because they can recycle old character designs for aliens.   These two guys look like the Shamotians from Movie 8, only they’re diffeent colors.   

And this is one of the Kanassans from the Bardock TV Special. 

And I think these guys might be Metamori, becaue the guy on the right looks like he’s wearing the Fusion Dance costume.   That won’t be introduced properly for a while yet, so maybe it’s just a coincidence, but this the planet where Goku learns the technique, so maybe someone at Toei wanted to foreshadow a little.  

This guy appears to be all-new, though.    Kinda looks like Burter, except for the thing on his face.   

As for the Grand Kai himself, he lives in what looks a lot like the White House.  

He also owns a fancy classic car, and I think King Kai wants to have sex with it.   

Then another King Kai shows up, and he notices the halo and mocks our King Kai for being dead.    So the deal here is that there’s four galaxes in the universe, and each one has a King Kai.   “Our” Kai is the North one, and this new guy with the monocle is the West Kai.   

The North and West Kai’s don’t like each other much, and when they start bragging about how strong their pupils are, they want to settle it right here.   

But then the Grand Kai shows up, and it turns out he’s some sort of party dude.    His voice in the Japanese verson is really off-putting.   He has a really high voice, like someone doing an impression of Father Mulcahey from M*A*S*H.   What I like about the Grand Kai is that he’s what we could have had in Master Roshi if he wasn’t a sex criminal.  

Anyway, the Grand Kai summoned the West Kai and his student, Pikkon, so he could send Pikkon on a mission.    There’s some guy name Cell who just got sent to Hell, and he’s begun to stir up trouble.   Pikkons’ the baddest dude on the Grand Kai Planet, so he seems qualified to handle this situation.  

Here’s a flashback of Cell getting sent to hell.   Basically a cartoon hole opens up under him and he falls right in.    I don’t want to read too much into it, but I’m assuming this is the patented Yemma Lock.  

Oh, also Cell has backup from some guy named Frieza, but the Grand Kai isn’t nearly as worried about that dude, since he’s been in hell for a while now, and hasn’t caused any trouble.  Clearly this Cell person is the true threat, and is markedly superior to Frieza in every way.   The Grand Kai only brought Frieza up just to be thorough.  

Upon hearing this, Goku decides to tag along to give Pikkon a hand, since he thinks Pikkon doesn’t know what he’s getting into.   

Pikkon doesn’t really want the help, but he’s got it.   Down in Hell, everything’s all beat up, and Goku finds Goz and Mez cowering in the bushes.  

Meanwhile, Cell is putting the boots to the other ogres who run Hell.    In the dub, he was interrogating this dude to find a way to escape this place.   But in the Japanese version, he’s making this guy his prison bitch.   

Speaking of prison bitches, here’s King Cold, Frieza, and the Entire Ginyu Force Except for Captain Ginyu.    

Yeah, who is the boss of this place?  Speak up, screw.  

What?   No “and Frieza”?   Looks like someone knows how the pecking order works.  

But he forgot to put some respect on Cell’s name, so Cell tosses this dude into the mountain of needles.   

But Goku saves the dude and he glares at his old enemies, disappointed that they’re still assholes, even after getting killed.  

Oh, hey it’s an anime where Frieza fights Goku again and he has henchmen helping him.   Maybe we should do this again like fifty more times.  No, no you don’t need to, because it’s just fine like this.    And in Movie 12.   

Goku powers up to take out the Ginyus, but he doesn’t turn Super Saiyan, even though he sure looks like one.   As it turns out, this was a production mistake.    As this episode was about to go to air, someone decided that they didn’t want Goku to reveal his Super Saiyan form in front of Pikkon until later.   But this scene where he clobbered the Ginyu Force was already made, so they had to go back and recolor Goku’s hair as a last-minute edit.   

Frieza’s all shocked that Goku could beat them so quickly, but that’s about how quickly he beat them the first time around.    Hell, Guldo was dead before Goku got there the first time.    Why did Frieza bother sending these guys after him in the first place? 

Anyway, Cell tells Frieza not to panic, since beating up the Ginyu Force is penny ante stuff.     He’s the one who killed Goku, so he can take care of this.   

That’s Cell-sama, bitch.

So Cell charges after Goku, who looks a bit awkward as a non-Super Saiyan here.    Maybe he’s getting ready to transform, but before he can--

BAM!

PIKKON

THEME

DOT

EM

PEE

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Goku’s blown away.    I mean, it took him 190 episoes to take care of these guys, and Pikkon’s giving it all away in a few minutes.  

After dumping all of the bad guys into the bloody pond, Pikkon does some sort of tornado thing to suck them back out, and then he sends them flying into the needle mountain...

And they all end up in a jail cell.   Man, how big a dick do you have to be to wind up in Hell’s jail?  

I often wondered about this filler depiction of hell, but now that I see King Cold describe it, it makes some sense.   They get to walk around in their original bodies, but if they step out of line, Pikkon or someone like him will beat the shit out of them, and they just have to take it.    Sounds like hell to me.

Pikkon and Goku seem to get along better after this adventure, and Goku is thrilled to meet someone this strong.  

I fucking love this episode so much.   Let me try to explain why.

Keisuke “Teeth Guy” Masunaga supervising the animation.    Good good stuff.   

Pikkon’s theme in the dub version.    One of the best tracks in the Faulconer score, ironically reserved for what turned out to be a pretty minor character.   

Cell returns!  I honestly never expected them to bring Cell back, so this was a delightful surprise when I first saw it.   

Pikkon clobbers everyone.   This was just amazing.    None of these old villans are shit anymore, and Pikkon puts them all in their place.   Epic beatdown.    Cell’s my favorite character, and this final humiliation he suffers is one of my favorite Cell moments. 

Goku just being chill about everything.   Is Pikkon stronger than Goku?   Well Goku’s happy to meet a guy like that.   Could Cell cause trouble in the afterlife?  No problem.   The only real gripe Goku has in this episode is that he didn’t get to ride the big fancy plane that goes to Heaven.  

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[meocraft]

Well. I’ve been working this on and off for a week now so I guess it’s... ready? Ish. Not completely happy and I’m pretty sure I forgot something, so I might update it in the future, but it’s here. For now.

New reference sheet for my character, Beriith.

He’s, uh, a draenei Vindicator. Proper Argus-aged draenei too, and he would prefer if you kids would just get off his lawn.

If you walk past him on a street it’s easy to think he’s, like, an ideal Vindicator. Beriith is fearless and fierce warrior. If he’s in charge of your life, you will survive. He’s good at both planning and making split-second decisions. He never tires, never sleeps, never rests until his mission is complete. When he sets his mind to do something, nothing can stop him. Also? Looks pretty good in an armor.

Of course, knowing Beriith for more than like 10 minutes will instantly make it clear that he is a Mess. No one really knows the specifics and extent of his problems and chalk it up to Beriith just being an asshole. The truth is slightly more complicated. His fearlessness is also stubbornness and, if it’s only his own life on the line, sometimes even recklessness. He’s an insomniac, and when he does sleep the only dreams he has are nightmares. When he makes a decision, not even his superiors can change his mind. He self-medicates his anxiety and PTSD with cocaine.

Vindicator Beriith has been on duty for a long, long time. He’s never been a people-person, but there was a time when he was nice enough. Had friends, even, not just colleagues. But years and years of stress and bad decisions that started out minor but ended up ballooning up into life-changing miss-steps have largely  replaced what good he once had with bitterness and dislike. Make no mistake - Vindicator Beriith is still someone who you want watching your back, but he is not someone you want to know as a person. 

Other “"fun”“ details:

Has nerve damage on his left arm/hand, and as a result his fine motor skills are unreliable. His left arm is his shield arm so it isn’t really a big problem in combat, but in less battle-oriented scenario someone with keen eyes can notice him subtly favoring his right hand more than is reasonable for even a right-handed person.

Has constant sniffles.

Is a lot more aware of the size of his horns than you’d imagine, and practically never hits anything. He’s had 25k+ years to get used to them. He does get clumsier when intoxicated, though.

Speaks Draenei, Common and clumsy Orcish which he picked up back in Draenor.

Secretly pretty vain about his looks and especially about the size of his horns. If you want to get on his good(-ish) side, a good way to start is to compliment his horns.

More design details:

His armor design isn’t 100%. Artists have freedom with details, and it doesn’t need to match the reference fully, though keeping the overall shape, theme and silhouette of the armor is preferred.

In action/fight/whatever scenes it’s actually preferred to tone down the shoulder armor by a lot. Pictured here is more of a… city patrol or formal armor, and the shoulder pads are over the top… so in more "realistic” fight setting it’s better to make something a bit more sensible. -

Thematically/aesthetically you should think Beriith more as a “holy demon” not “alien.”

He has fairly goat-like hooves, and they shouldn’t be stylized into… whatever the in-game hoof is.

He can be given a monocle on his left eye if scene is fancy.

He has scarring all along his body (only minor cuts and bruises on face, if needed, though) and there is no set pattern for the scarring, so you can’t really go wrong with it.

 If he would have stubble or beard, it would have white patches, like his hair does.

Expression-wise he usually looks something between disinterested or displeased or outright annoyed. Positive expressions are rare.

( As a draenei his blood is blue in color. Thus, blush points etc. are blue, and he has blue undertone on his white skin.)

( Don’t draw him as light gray or pastel blue; he is practically paper-sheet white.)

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