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oh they’re CANON canon …

The idea of Yamza is so absolutely HILARIOUS to me on so many levels and I LOVE IT but the main one is that Yamcha, in his silly goofy mind, was like “oh you took my girlfriend? Guess what! I’m taking your BOSS.”

I can’t even imagine what happened when Vegeta found out in these headcanons but I can just TELL it’s funny

No need to reply to this, just wanted to let you know that I'm TICKLED by the latest answers. I think you write and draw with a lot of life in your responses and it's a joy seeing Frieza's reactions. Lively and funny. Thank you for the blog, it really feels like you put effort and skill into the storytelling, both visual and written. It's a TREAT!

thank you anon!!! this made my evening during a rough shift ❤️

my favorite thing in the world is getting so comfortable writing a character that they start making their own decisions and guiding the story themselves, and that’s about where I’m at! If I start drafting a reply or story beat and the muse “doesn’t like” something about it, he’ll swat me away and steer the ship on his own lol. Past a certain point they basically become “alive” , and that sort of interiority is super fun for me… Once you understand what their core conceits are you can extrapolate a motivation for literally every decision they ever make, even something as simple as what they want for lunch. I guess getting all analytical like that is where the two of us intersect haha

my Other favorite thing in the world is writing superpowered characters in mundane scenarios—i enjoy drawing battle scenes occasionally but what really makes my heart sing is shit like. Idk. Frieza just doing normal stuff like brushing his teeth. taking his medicine. watching a bad movie and making fun of it. I spend probably too much time imagining the ins and outs of his daily life so that’s what comes out here

Normally comfort characters only last maybe a year for me, but he’s stuck around since 2020 so I think he’s not going anywhere anytime soon!! I’m really happy you like reading what he has to say, and I hope I can keep making you guys smile!

This is a question for Yamcha.

You two have spent quite a bit of time together now, and you seem fairly close. I was curious, have you ever seen Frieza get….emotional, or upset, or vulnerable?

Obviously, he doesn’t seem like the type to shed tears or cry - or if he did, he certainly wouldn’t do it in public. But I was curious if there was ever a moment where he accidentally let his emotional walls down?

He never told me what the nightmare was about, but I bet it must've been bad.... what he did after waking up, it looked like he was checking to see if the rest of him was still there.

I know he's died a couple times before, so I get it, I think. It's pretty freaky to come back from the dead and get used to living again, especially when it's been a while.

Also...

It was the first time he ever asked me for affection, too. I think my heart just about burst! I wonder if he'd ever wanted to before, and just not known how to do it.

I gotta admit, there's a part of me that sees all this as a big accomplishment. Yamcha, gettin' cozy with the big bad?! He's all comfortable around me, now. Enough to fall asleep while I'm still there.

It's real sweet. I wish I could say more, but I don't wanna spill all his secrets... seems kinda wrong for me to be the one to tell you about the times he's cried and stuff.

Still, hope that answers your question. Thanks for thinkin' of me!

-Yamcha

yamza date for a friend 🙏 yamcha’s paying

— azusa mukami

Azusa approached your room gently, holding a plate of food in his hand, expecting to meet you. He served your favorite soup, rice, half a loaf of bread, and a tiny dish of chocolate pudding with walnuts on top. He had it meticulously prepared for you with the help of Ruki. He was hoping you'd like it.

“Eve… I.. brought... you food—”

The door squeaked open, his gray-blue eyes searched the room, and as he came to your resting figure, his sentence was cut short and the room became quiet. He softened his gaze and tilted his head slightly.

He admired you.

Even when you're sleeping, you're stunning.

He paused for some time, unsure whether to wake you. He didn't want to wake you up. Because you seemed to be so calm and peaceful.

He gently placed the tray in his hand on the nightstand next to you, then laid down beside you, taking care not to disturb you.

He smiled and closed his eyes with serenity as he felt your warmth. He was constantly eager to embrace you.

To feel your body against his would be his ultimate desire.

He put his arms around you, burying his face in your soft chest with a smile on his face. Hugging you like this, merely staring into your eyes brought joy to his dead heart.

You may hit him, slash him, or otherwise handle him anyway you choose. As long as your soft hands are in touch with him, it doesn't matter what you do to him. No matter how much you irritate him, as long as he hears your endearing voice, it doesn't matter. He doesn't care if you look at him with contempt in your eyes.

As long as you are with him, it doesn't matter what you do to him.

“My eve… even if… you're... not love… me, I will… always... love you.”