“I’m Sorry If It Hurts Chi-Chi And Gohan, But Please Don’t Try And Resurrect Me. Besides, Gohan’s

More of my Evil Morty origin story :Y

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What is love? (Baby don’t hurt me) [ANBU-era Fancomic]

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they’re totally married

IM SQUEALING YOUR TEEN AND OLD STANS ARE THE BEST THING IVE EVER SEEN also hi i'm also new(ish) to the fandom and i appreciate that you weren't afraid to join late! Alex's twitter is a wonderful place for fandom information (sometimes, like the journals) ANYWAY LOVE YOU AND YOUR BLOG! REALITY IS AN ILLUSION THE UNIVERSE IS A HOLOGRAM BUY GOLD BYEEEEEE!

Ahh, thank you so much, kind anon!! <33 I’m glad you like my art and my blog! So far I’ve had a lovely time in this fandom and I am very grateful :D

I LOOOVE time travel stuff so young/old stans meeting is like, completely up my alley. There’s so much potential for retrospective angst!!!!! *w*

Most saiyan parents probably didn’t give a crap about their offspring. But some must have… I wonder how many quietly mourned their children, lost in space.

Iruka coughed. “No,” he said. The food had gone the wrong way.

“Oh.” Naruto always held his ramen like someone was going to take it from him. “Okay.”

“Naruto,” Iruka said. “I got this old thing way before then. I promise.”

“Okay.” Naruto stirred the broth, chasing a stray noodle. “I always wondered, is all. If it was me, I mean. The Nine Tails.”

“It wasn’t.” Iruka put down his chopsticks. He licked his lips, and then dabbed himself with a napkin. “It was, um. Mizuki.”

Naruto’s eyebrows furled. “Who?”

“Mizuki,” Iruka repeated. “Mizuki-sensei.“

“Oh. Oh! That guy.” Naruto frowned. “That’s right. You were friends.”

Iruka sighed. “Best friends.”

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Bill likes making a nest out of bills -- the eye on the pyramid calls to him for some reason -- but stupid Stan keeps taking them! Sorry, pocket dorito! XDD

Sleep deprived for days in an effort to avoid being possessed by Bill, Ford begins to hallucinate. Are they memories, or nightmares? His confused brain cannot tell the difference anymore.

Stanley, for his part, is similarly sleep deprived and tired of this bullshit. But he’s no stranger to holding someone’s head above a toilet after a bad night. It just so happens that now it’s his paranoid asshole brother that keeps rambling some crap about a triangle in a top hate.

(He doesn’t believe in Bill — yet. He will).

Not all of Stan came back.

Not all of Bill was lost.