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darubyprincx · 1 year

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hallo came here to ask. I really liked the little things ya write, the stuff I've read is really really cool n i finally have the time to read some long fics n stuff, so what are some fics of yours that you could recomend? idk where to start n I'd like to hear more abt the stuff ya make :]]

oh my goodness this is actually a really nice ask to receive,, hello anon! glad you're enjoying our shorter works!

we have three long-ish fics that are all up on our ao3 as well as a couple multichapters in progress.

the two finished long(ish) fics of ours that i'd reccomend:

twice. (40,503 words) | Hermitcraft, No Romantic Relationship(s), Teen and Up Audiences, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death

An alternate universe with a fantasy setting, Xisuma and Evil Xisuma-centric. This work follows the journey of one Xisuma Void, King of Hermit's Hollow, and one Xelqua (Exy) Void, his younger brother who came into the world under less than usual circumstances and has picked up a hobby that X isn't too fond of. Misunderstandings occur and spiral. If you're worried about the MCD, it might help to know that they do get better, just not within the timeline of the work!

the younger years (10,557 words) | Empires SMP, No Romantic Relationship(s), General Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply

In the desert capital of Pixandria, the king has gone missing without so much as a trace or a warning. A curious young girl slips into his house to poke around and perhaps get some clues, running into another Emperor on the way. About a thousand years later, a tired history major who lives in that same desert unearths a chest while digging a garden, leading him on a journey around the Empires.

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now, we also have some works in progress that are either already decently long or which we're planning on making longer! both of these are Empires fics because we have a hyperfixation

works in progress of ours that i'd reccomend:

(i'll tend to the flame, you can worship the) ashes (currently 16,572 words) | Empires SMP, No Romantic Relationship(s), Teen and Up Audiences, Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings, check the tags on this one for more information

In the aftermath of the Empires S1 apocalypse, Fwhip and his sister Gem are headed towards an obscure corner of the world in which a portal sits. Their plan is to go through this portal to a kinder world, one where they can escape all of the horrors of this one. One night, they touch down in the desert and, almost by accident, come into contact with Pixlriffs, the Copper King, who has been missing for eight years. They decide to bring him with them on their journey, but it becomes clear immediately that something is very wrong with Pix, and he's not talking. The story follows the three as they journey across the world, have arguments over food rations, survive a freak plot-relevant bear attack, and try to navigate both the crushing weight settled on Pixl's shoulders as well as their own. Things do get bleak a lot, but I promise it doesn't have a bad ending.

invisibility (What?) (currently at 3,422 words) | Empires SMP, Jimmy | Solidarity/Scott Major | Smajor1995, General Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply

This one started as a oneshot and then we realized that oh hey, it could have a plot! Scott goes out at 3am one Sunday evening to meet up with his lover, but things go wrong when he feeds his horse a diluted invisibility potion. (The horse is fine, don't worry.) A guard at a watchpost nearby notices, and soon the message is out to all the allies of Rivendell that a minion of Xornoth may or may not have been spotted going away from the site. Despite this being an M/M shipfic (from us? The horrors!), the focus is less on Scott and Jimmy's relationship than it is on the political shenanigans that ensue when Scott tries to walk the line between "no, guys, Xornoth isn't coming back" and not outing himself as gay. It's sure to be a ride, both to read and to write.

that's it really hope you enjoy

#amys' tag #answered #mcyt #writing #god this is long. hope it answers any questions you might have had anon!#and to anyone else who might be interested in some of our longer works but doesn't know what it's about- here you go!#ray's fic recs

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hella1975 · 3 years

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okay so the whole ‘zi se will forget about fong’s base and be more or less okay’ has just been driving me nuts cause even though i know that psychology supports childhood amnesia (the way i was about to write infantile amnesia and then was like oop zi se is not an infant) it just doesn’t sit right with me and i think?? i might finally have the words to say why

this is just projection but ignore that, okay? thanks

so, let’s say zi se heals from his food trauma and unhealthy attachment to zuko and forgets about his time in fong’s base. the reason i’m still convinced he’s gonna be fucked up is because of the knowledge of having lost a brother. even if he doesn’t remember lanse’s death (perhaps ESPECIALLY because of the guilt not remembering can bring), he will remember that he had a brother and then he didn’t anymore. and either zuko will tell him the truth or he’ll use his little braincells to realize that lanse died protecting him, or he’ll just be fucked up from the fact someone died. cause i’m not sure you really heal from that kind of thing

my mom has these theories around how our fundamental views of the world are formed by about the age of five and while my mom can be kinda crazy i honestly think she kinda has a point there. like obviously our viewpoints and beliefs and whatnot change throughout life, but so much of our fucked-upness can be traced right back to early, early childhood. (for example, i had separation anxiety cause when i was born they had to leave me in the hospital for nine days. like yes, my attachment type—I don’t remember what they’re called but it’s probably unstable or something ahdhdjsks—was also influenced by later life events but my original experiences? i clung to my mom like glue cause i thought otherwise we’d be separated again. and even though i don’t have that relationship to her anymore, i still have that same ‘oh fuck, i’m being left behind again’ belief. and i obviously don’t remember being a baby, but i really do believe that had at least some part in things. and i think that certain stories (especially about your childhood) get told a lot so you can almost believe you have memories of them, which i feel like zuko might do to lanse.

if this made no sense it’s cause it’s 3am and im sick so just ignore me. if it did make sense then, yeah, that’s part or why im so passionate about being terrified zi se can never heal

if zi se and lanse had a third brother, who wasn’t imprisoned, do you think he and zi se could ever forgive each other? or would the lanse-sized-hole in their family and resentment each holds towards the other, too much to overcome?

hey boomstie sorry it took me so long to see this ask i think you sent it within the flurry of ch34 asks and i just genuinely missed it, but i've read it a few times now and i really love it and it also gives me an excuse to talk about something i've been wanting to for a while.

So i've hinted at this before, but every piece of Zi Se i write into taob makes me more and more certain of this - i think i'm going to turn taob into a series and do a second work focusing more on Zi Se as a teenager. I don't know if it would have much of a plot other than character focus, but I already have some big scenes of it planned out and i know Zuko and Sokka and the Water Tribe OCs would be recurring characters in it. It wouldn't be completely Zi Se-centric either, as dealing with both Zuko and Sokka and their residual trauma is very interesting in a time-has-passed-and-the-bulk-of-healing-is-completed environment, and i already have ideas for them. I'm hoping to do this partially because i've grown so attached to the characters of taob and i'm not entirely willing to let them go after this fic is finished, but also because if i think too long on Zi Se's psyche and specifically how his experiences as a child would affect him growing up, i go batshit insane with inspiration.

And not to spoil anything, but what boom said here, about it all resurfacing and being - to summarise - a Whole Lot More Complicated Than Just 'He Forgot And Was Healed :)' - that would be the focus. I don't want to write Zi Se off. I don't want to take the shedloads of trauma i've dumped on him and just brush it aside because 'childhood amnesia', because not only is that inaccurate to how that condition works, but because I've never been able to do that as a writer. It's one thing i pride myself on, and it's actually why I think people have taken such a liking to my OCs. I never consciously do this; i simply have to flesh them out and give them the time they deserve.

So yeah, i guess this is me trying to reassure people that this is almost (ALMOST) definitely not the last we see of Zi Se nor his trauma. I have a lot of plans and a lot of excuses to ensure i hold onto these idiot OCs for as long as possible

#it literally grates me whenever i have to write a scene and KNOW it would logically affect a character and #also know i don't have the space to focus on that character nor their reaction #and that happens a lot with zi se #this is another reason why i don't write povs for him #because he's got too much going on for me not to address it in a pov #and if i address it once then i know myself well enough to know i'll expand it all until suddenly i've got #a whole other Main Trauma Player to focus on ontop of who im already focusing on #and in a fic as big as taob i simply can't keep doing that lmfao #im tired im stretched too thin #but yeah trust the process ig besties #i've got you covered dw dw #you're not getting rid of us *gestures to myself and my gang of idiot OCs* just yet #ask #taob asks

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mochuelovelli · 2 years

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Aaaaa! Thx @a-real-chicxulub-vibe for the tag! :D!!

1. Favorite Color? Red and pink have been my go to colors lately but I feel like it changes so much XD

2. Currently Reading: Lots of fics in general (mostly Sashannarcy/Sasharcy/Anne or Marcy-centric fics) but as far as on going reads I've been keeping up with @rohad93 's Paper Therapy which is a really sweet Lumity fic that's got my heart rn.

As far as novels, I just started Dune bc I saw the movie and I finally wanted to read it to understand more of what the hell happen. Literally 30 pages in rn but I like it well enough jajaja.

3. Last Song? Sksksks basic bitch moment but That's What I Want by lilnasx cuz he's on my workout playlist

4. Last Series?

Arcane the League of Legends series on Netflix. My friends convinced me to watch it cuz they play the game. Animation is super steller and I care about the main sisters drama so there's that. (Seriously the Voice Acting is also amazing, especially in ep 3. If yanno u know). Also it has gay shit which is always a plus! Check it out if u like pretty animation and people with blue hair and pronouns /copypasta

Last series I finished was Inside Job and honestly I couldn't recommend it enough, super funny AND I care about 80% of the characters! Win-Win.

5. Last Movie?

Dune lol. I really liked it but it was long as hell so if u can't sit thru it I don't blame u. Still don't like that willy Wonka mother fucker lmao /lh

6. Sweet, Savory, or Spicy?

I LOVE spicy. But usually that's a treat for me cuz I don't live around places that serve good food so usually shits bland. I eat a lot of sweet stuff too.

7. Craving?

The Semester to be over Korean BBQ bc half the time I just eat frozen chicken tenders

8. Currently Working on:

lol I've been drawing a lot of amphibia (specifically sasharcy oop) cuz I've been planning out how to end my amphibia series centered around the calamity trio. I had a desire to write a Fix-It Au that tried to stay in line with the shows general tone but then I realized that I'd personally enjoyed if I just did what I want (which means I get to have the characters say fuck and face some tougher consequences). If you haven't read the 1st chapter it's up now! Make sure to read the tags!

Other than that project I've also got a very long series project for The Owl House that basically serves the purpose to make the series darker (more horror and gore), have more in-depth world building (with a strong focus on the Magic system and politics of the BIs), and basically have Luz and the other protags struggle with making tough calls in a more Urban-Fantasy version of the Boiling Isles while still trying to be good people (with mixed success). THAT'S gonna take a while I hope once I finish the amphibia series I can work on it again and get the 1st part out sometime in the 1st quarter of 2022 (god I hate school)

Lol definitely don't got 9 mutuals but if @georgiarose @katikacreations @fermented-writers-block @ravenconspiracy or anyone else wants to participate u can!

#ask game #amphibia #the owl house #lumity fic #sashannarcy #only tagging the media cuz i linked fics

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sheithfictioncatalogue · 4 years

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Do you guys have any recs about Shiro struggling with depression? I've read through the tags and it seems like most of them are Keith centric.

A lot of the mental health discussions re: Shiro come in tandem with his PTSD, and we’ve featured a bunch of those fics here. Here’s a few additional ones for you though, more focused on the depression/recovery aspect:

Disaster: Delivered - Saasan @decidedlysarah

23k. (Explicit) Contains: nsfw content, depression, panic attacks

Shiro is a mess. Constantly. The one good thing he has going for him is his best friend Matt, and when Matt insists he actually eat sometimes–and more importantly, try out his new food delivery app–Shiro agrees. Food is pretty harmless, right? Not when it’s delivered by the world’s hottest twink, it’s not. Regular Disaster Shiro, move aside: the Gay Disaster is back in town.

Skeleton Key - roromir

38k. (Explicit) Contains: nsfw content, depression, PTSD, panic attacks

Shiro fiddles with the hem of his shirt, considering."It may not have actually been me, hurting him, but it was my body, my sword, that burned that scar into his cheek," Shiro says in a voice choked with emotion.He swallows roughly."Every time I look at that scar on the face of someone so important to me, I think about how the Galra emptied me out, just.. used me over and over for whatever their whim was that day.“In the past, on earth, keys to lock and unlock doors were a physical item. Some keys were filed down, cut until they could be used to open many different locks."That's what they did to me. They cut me down until I could be used as they wished."

Scars Like Wings - zjofierose @zjofierose

4k. (Mature) Contains: depression, PTSD, self-harm, anxiety, body horror, body dysmorphia, anxiety attacks

Dysphoria, Shiro thinks, doesn't even begin to cover it.

He Was A Lonely Ghost - zjofierose @zjofierose

2k. (General) Contains: depression

"He was a lonely ghost, uttering a truth that nobody would ever hear. But so long as he uttered it, in some obscure way the continuity was not broken. It was not by making yourself heard but by staying sane that that you carried on the human heritage." - Orwell

Shiro is trapped in the astral plane.

soft as a lion tamed - ghostlypng

13k. (Explicit) Contains: nsfw content, depression, self-harm, PTSD

Keith has agoraphobia. Shiro has PTSD. They meet in an online therapy group and fall infatuatedly in love hundreds of miles apart.

just breathe - GoldenTruth813 @goldentruth813

13k. (Mature) Contains: nsfw content, depression

Shiro has never wanted to lean on anyone, never wanted to be a burden, but as he struggles to adjust to life after returning from the astral plane, he realizes just how much Keith means to him. The world needs Keith, but Shiro needs him more.

between the earth and stars - AnnaofAza

3k. (Teen) Contains: depression

It takes almost two years to get back to Earth. That's a lot of time for Shiro to think.

Too much.

small truths - propinquitous @propinquitous

1k. (Teen) Contains: depression, trauma, self-harm, chronic pain

In between all the big truths are the small truths.

weep, little lion man - ASCELLAS @twinkletoes

2k. (Teen) Contains: depression, anxiety, panic attacks, self-harm, PTSD, suicidal thoughts

Do you really think a monster like you could be a Voltron paladin?

Monster.

Glory - razielim @razielim

13k. (Explicit) Contains: nsfw content, depression

Shiro tries to find ways of coping with his growing depression and plummeting levels of self-worth that are made all the worse by his sexual and romantic inexperience. He finds himself self-medicating in a certain… establishment.

Fix Me - SomeGoodSheith @somegoodsheith

5k. (Not Rated)

Shiro needs to fix his prosthetic arm. As he does exactly that, he finds something more.

-Alex

#Anonymous #sheith #sheith fic #sheith fanfic #sheith fanfiction #voltron #vld #voltron legendary defender #voltron fic #voltron fanfic #voltron fanfiction #fic recs #recs #depression #anxiety #ptsd #selfharm #mentalhealth #agoraphobia

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ghost-chance · 4 years

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Excerpt from "The Demon King and the Half-Breed Hermit"

Gotta log off for a while after this but first, I wanted to share this (unedited and incomplete) scene. It's for an upcoming (in-the-works) chapter of my Piccolo/OC-centric ▶Dragon Ball post-GT◀ fic, found on my FFnet account. Why am I sharing it? Firstly, it's proof I'm still writing (...trying...) and despite the long wait for new chapters, DK&HBH has NOT been abandoned. (NOTHING has been abandoned!) Secondly, THIS is what happens when I tell myself "I need to start writing characters who can effectively communicate and deal with their emotions like functional adults!" 😑 Yes...AUBERGINE happens.

Hopefully the "Queen of Issues" can make someone smile.

🌲🌳🌲🌳🌲🌳🌲🌳🌲🌳🌲🌳🌲🌳🌲🌳🌲🌳🌲🌳🌲

Life as a single mother was generally a struggle; as a single mother of two half-Saiyan boys, life was a never-ending catastrophe. Fortunately for Son Chi-Chi, both her boys were grown men capable of running their own lives; unfortunately, that left her to manage her household alone. Oh, sure, Gohan and Videl regularly offered to move her into their home and take care of her, but she wasn't quite ready to accept that offer. She was quite capable of taking care of herself…at least, that is, when she wasn't weighed down with groceries and being chased down by a saber-toothed wildcat.

Winded, she stumbled and landed hard on her knees, her bags falling and the contents scattering. One moment she could practically feel the beast's rancid breath on her neck; the next a warning shout split the air, quickly followed by a pained yelp. Chi-Chi scrambled onto her back and stilled at the familiar silhouette cast by the afternoon sun through the trees. Black hair as ragged as ever and eyes dark as pitch, Aubergine held the struggling wildcat by the throat, leaching away its strength. She drained it a little longer before letting it slink away in shame, then looked to her fallen sister-in-law over her shoulder. "Are you hurt?"

"No," Chi-Chi answered as she gathered the spilled goods, then belatedly added "thank you." Aubrey shrugged and hoisted the bags onto her shoulder as the black faded from her eyes.

"Well, someone's got to shield the squishies," she replied instead. The familiar retort used to irritate Chi-Chi, but now she recognized it for what it was: you're welcome. I don't mind. Aubergine's long silences, half-answers, and silence took a while to adjust to but by now it was like a second language to her sister in-law.

The remainder of the journey to Chi-Chi's home passed in a silence midway between comfortable and awkward, and before she knew it, the matron was stowing away her groceries. Aubergine sat at the table, brooding and fiddling with a small shaker jar from the revolving rack in the middle. Recognizing the speckled contents, she pried the lid open, sniffed at the contents, and sneezed; her eyes and sinuses burned in protest as she jammed it closed and shoved it back on the rack. Yes, she identified it correctly. "So how's Piccolo settling in?" At the resulting silence, she turned to find Aubergine scowling like someone who just chewed five lemons in a row without stopping to sweeten them. "That well, huh?" Chi-Chi teased. I

Aubergine shot her a deadpan glower then exchanged the speckled powder for a jar full of tiny seeds. As if it explained everything, she grunted, "he's not dead yet." These seeds didn't burn her nose but they had a rather unpleasant smell somewhat like rank body odor. Nose scrunching at the stink, Aubrey exchanged the jar for a tall shaker full of tiny white crystals with a much sweeter scent. Over by the table, Chi-Chi gave a knowing smile as the half-breed examined her spices. "I don't understand how one person can require so many of these things," Aubergine muttered surveying the multitude of tiny jars and shakers on the Lazy-Susan. "What's the point of all this crap?"

"Spices?" Chi-Chi asked, and upon receiving a blank look added, "they make food taste good. As for the number, different dishes require different spices—you can't cook everything with the same ingredients." Aubrey stilled, eyes wide and locked on the three jars she investigated before. "What brought you here anyway?" If Chi-Chi didn't know any better, she'd say the half-breed was embarrassed.

"He quit complaining," Aubrey mumbled. "He used to whine that I was poisoning him; now he doesn't say anything…but…he doesn't have to. I thought…" She fell silent, cleared her throat, then collected the other two bottles and shoved the lot toward Chi-Chi. "Fish. It was worse than usual."

Chi-Chi was used to getting only half the picture from her half-Saiyan sister-in-law but this was even less information than usual. Those three spices were never used in the same dish; then again, this was Aubergine, and Aubergine was quite possibly the worst cook in the realms. "Correct me if I'm wrong," Chi-Chi asked, "but are you saying you cooked fish…with black pepper, cumin, and sugar…?" The half-breed glanced at the jars, read the fading labels, and gave a wary nod; Chi-Chi felt her breakfast threaten reappearance. "No wonder, then," she sighed. "Cumin and pepper can be used on fish but generally not together, and you don't use sugar on seafood."

"This is so stupid." …and so began Aubrey's usual response to statements regarding food as anything beyond life-preserving sustenance. After so many years of hearing the same thing over and over again, Chi-Chi easily tuned out the increasingly loud rant and gathered a few more appropriate seasonings for fish. "Food doesn't have to taste good!" Aubergine spat without regard. "Its only purpose is to keep you from dying of hunger, anything beyond that is friv—" Finally, she went silent. Of course, taking Chi-Chi's frying pan to the skull would shut anyone up.

"There's more to life than just existing," Chi-Chi scolded as Aubergine rubbed the already swelling lump on her skull and growled under her breath. "There's more to life than just survival. We were put on this Earth to thrive, not just not die."

"We were put on this Earth because my dumbass brother didn't have the balls to kill that midget Pilaf from the start." This time she ducked the frying pan.

"You're missing the point as always," Chi-Chi huffed. "I swear, you're so much like my Goku. Aubergine, when your life's over, you'll have an eternity to look back on what you did. If all you have to look back on is not dying, then what's the point?" Aubergine went silent, glaring at the wall beside her as if blaming it for everything that ever went wrong in her life. It didn't escape Chi-Chi that said wall stood between her kitchen and the home Goku and Aubergine grew up in. Not for the first time, she wondered what the half-breed's life was like in those early years, and what molded her into the distant, bristly woman she was now.

"Life was always enough before." The admission was quiet—half-muffled in Aubrey's mostly flat chest and aimed into the polished tabletop—but to the human matron it had the same impact as a battle cry. "Stay out of danger," the half-saiyan muttered as though reciting some sort of task list. "Find and maintain shelter, locate reliable sustenance, protect your brother…" ..wait for me to come find you. I promise, I'll come find you! Bardock may have been a visionary, but an honest Saiyan, he was not. He never came for them… "That used to be enough…" …until said brother ran off with a blue-haired teenager in search of adventure and left Aubergine behind. Sure, she caught up after a while and tagged along for a few misadventures—living alone in the wilds got boring, after all—but at the end of the day, she couldn't even accomplish the most important of these tasks. She couldn't protect Goku. One hand strayed up to brush her bangs out of her dead eye. She couldn't even protect herself. "Why isn't that enough anymore?"

"Perhaps it never really was enough." Chi-Chi's smile held no judgment and her voice no censure. "Perhaps you're only just realizing it now." Perhaps…Aubergine turned to the window, eyes trained on the distant misty peak of Mt. Paozu. After so many years of feeling stuck in place, maybe it was time to change. "I've offered before and the offer stands—I'll teach you to cook if you'll let me." For the first time, the offer was answered with a long silence instead of some bitter retort or evasive remark, proof in Chi-Chi's mind that the other was finally considering it.

"A year ago none of this would've…" Aubergine fell silent; again, she was driven to brush her bangs away from her blind eye though they weren't impairing her sight. That nervous tic would be the death of her someday… She cleared her throat and tried again. "Nothing mattered a year ago. It still shouldn't matter." Chi-Chi faltered. She recognized where this topic was leading as easily as she knew how Aubergine must have reacted to Piccolo's resurrection. She smoothed the skirt of her long dress and seated herself at the table. The rest of the groceries could wait a bit longer.

"The first time I lost Goku…" I lost Goku. Even after so many times of saying those words, her throat still caught around them; even after how many times Goku died, the very mention still triggered an echo of the day Krillin brought her the news. Her son, missing – her husband, dead – worst of all, the threat wasn't even over. "Well, I was a mess," Chi-Chi finished mildly. The past was in the past—let it lie there in peace. "Every time I lost him, I felt sure it was my fault for not being strong enough to keep him. Every time he came back, I tried harder than before to make him stay…and every time, I lost him again anyway…the last time, for good. He refused to be revived." Even now, the words made her eyes burn and her throat clench, so it was a comfort when Aubergine broke the tense silence.

"He was an idiot like that." The dry remark earned a weak chuckle.

"Indeed. Even now, were he to walk through that door, I'd still take him back. He left us all behind when he refused resurrection, but I'd still welcome him home with open arms." She hummed softly, leaning on her elbows and looking out the nearest window. Already the blue of the sky was deepening and the days, shortening—harvest time might come early this year. "For all his faults, and there were many, Goku was always so much stronger than I ever could be. I could never leave behind those I love, even to keep them safe…he did so without a second thought."

"But when the danger's gone, how does staying dead solve anything?" Aubergine cut in—an unusually long sentence from an unusually brief speaker. "The people he left behind—they still needed him—they depended on him, and he turned his back on them!" Chi-Chi hazarded a glance at her company; Aubergine was off in another world, her vision trained somewhere far beyond the woodgrain of the tabletop. "Didn't he know? Didn't it matter?" Chi-Chi's wrinkle-framed lips tilted into a sly smile.

"He knew there were such people, I'm sure," she answered. "I have a feeling he didn't quite understand what it would put you through." Aubergine gave a faint nod, eyes distant, then startled as she realized the subject change. Both women knew they were no longer talking about Goku; neither was ready to admit it, either. The half-Saiyan's cheeks darkened in embarrassment, but the effect was lessened by the venomous glare aimed out the window. "You never told him, did you?" Chi-Chi pressed.

"Why bother?" Aubergine muttered. "He knew what he was doing. He had to know I'd—" She fell short, remembering vividly the searing pain in her chest from the day the earth was destroyed—the fracturing of a heart timed to the shattering of a planet. From the first wince to the last breath, she felt Piccolo die, and it was a feeling she'd never forget…or forgive. "...I never should have marked the bastard."

Once again, Chi-Chi was given only bits and pieces, but this time she was content with it. If the scars on Aubergine's throat were any indication, the whole picture wasn't one she cared to see.

#dragon ball gt #dragon ball #Fanfiction #wip #Piccolo #piccolo/oc #proof I'm not giving up #emotions are hard #tagging took 20 tries because my autocorrect id smokimg the crack and likes correcting properly spelled words into gibberish #fuck you too Kindle #fanfiction and fanart #Chi-Chi is more than just a fishwife

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