Message From Frieza

Yamcha "Heat Stroke"

Not really one to follow the trends buuuuuuut.....saw this one over at Twitter X and Yamcha came to mind so... Put on the damn sunblock Yamcha! You're stressing poor Puar out.

What was it like when you had your first sexual interaction with someone? No need to get into the gritty details, just thoughts and emotions.

After that mishap, I made a point to stick with professionals. Oh, well.

Cell thinking of his favorite thing in the world

When you realized you were going to be a parent, did you know specifically what you wanted?

As in if you wanted a son, a daughter, nonbinary, etc. (I forgot exactly how gender works with your kind, and I can't find the post you made explaining it). Were you always planning on having a son? Or would it not have mattered if they were a girl, or someone else?

Also, did you have a different name in mind if you did have a daughter?

"What" I wanted? I've said this more times than I can count--not that it's stopped the inquiries from multiplying ad infinitum--but binary gender is an antiquated notion that my species does not share. No "girls", no "boys", only children of Arcos. Anything I am is because I choose to be it, not because it was foisted upon me at birth.

Now, if young Algid were eventually to decide he wanted to be something else, that would be his prerogative... so long as it didn't prove a distraction.

I drew him a vogue magazine cover

why is it always the fancylad boy-king type whos the bottom. maybe his tough loyal knight who uses his body to protect and defend him and lives to serve him wants to get railed

😂😂😂😂💚

THIS BITCH EMPTY

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“Call me whenever. I’ll turn you into Vibrator Number 18.”

TW: Implicit abuse.

Laito never cared about human hygiene habits. However, It's been a while since they began to occur more frequently. His smeared body made see himself differently after... that day. The sensation of dirt did not leave his dermis and impregnated the nose with that lustful unforgettable smell.

That smell. Those touches. He wants to rip off his meat out most than everything, while still processing what had happened. Let it bleed. Wasn't it an act of love? These scars seems never go away.

All made by me! DO NOT REPOST!

Credits for the original audio (free to use)

I make it clear that it is not a romanticization.