BRILLIANT TERROR

I will write a new Genesis. An independent Dragon Ball franchise OC, the Bio-Android Gene; subblog to choudragonsoul!

[choudragonsoul-blog]

Frieza:

[horrificmemes]

Send me “Within You” for your muse to be the demon possessing my muse’s body.

Send “Within Me” for the opposite!

[geneticlegacy]

bubblegumhero:

Well well, the queen bee actually has some power. And here she was thinking this droid was glued to her seat. She could take any target she damn well pleased with or without help… but she was bored. She needed something to do, a diversion, some kind of game to play… and she found this little timeline quite interesting.

“A power that can cut down even gods. I think you know full well you can’t take me in like some two-bit idiot. Your absorbing technique needs work, it can’t catch a real Majin as it is. Besides, I’d sooner erase this solar system than allow it. You give me a way to find the more… interesting targets and timelines. I kill whatever your insects can’t manage.”

Oh, this was certainly something else… a flash-step and attempted absorbing aren’t gonna threaten her any, but damn if this woman wasn’t the spitting image of Cell, all the way to the delusions of infallibility.

“Hehehe… you sound just like him. Cell, I mean. You never met him… did you?”

However, Gene seems rather...unconvinced. She eyes Oona with a quirked brow, studying the malicious Majin idly.

“Cut down ‘gods’, hm? Apologies if that alone doesn’t impress me. The Kaio and Kaioshin are overtouted fodder who my strongest offspring could make bloodied, puddled messes of, and I far exceed them.”

“I’ll concede, what I sense convinces you’re not what I would consider a weakling. That much is readily apparent, but,” She shakes her head, “I’m not interested in a Nappa or a Dodoria. I’m not interested on taking on the liability of an enforcer I might find seeking rescue the moment a Son Goku arrives to make them humble. For such a position I don’t even need so much? Nothing but the best will remotely suffice.”

Meanwhile, the two massive Imperfects have still been moaning over their wounds, bringing Gene to frown deeply, rubbing her temples.

“What are you two doing...? You should’ve simply resorted to immediate regeneration, not bawl and lick your wounds.” An exasperated breath. “Very well, seems it can’t be helped. You’ll both need to start over. You’re doomed to be killed by some would-be hero with that response.”

Her tail whips out, plunging into the neck of the Imperfect with a hole through his cranium. A pitiful whimper leaves the creature as his body begins to distort at the point of entry, large masses passing through the length back into Gene’s body as she steadily draws in her offspring.

“So, you have trouble tracking down targets of interest, do you? Might I take it you have some connection to the, and I quote, ‘Time Patrol’?” Gene glances back over her shoulder, continuing to drink in the huge Bio-Android. “And no, I’ve yet to know my predecessor. Tasks for the future.”

[geneticlegacy]

Can you taste with your tail?

Gene frowns.

“No, no I can’t. And I’ll admit, it’s fairly aggravating at times. Remove the ability to taste, and half the meal’s enjoyment is gone... I still intake Earthling-grade food from time to time just to satisfy that need, but it doesn’t quite manage.”

She humans some, stroking her chin.

“...Perhaps I could provide my tail a tonguelike muscle? --No, better: prehensile tendrils capable of taste to better bind and draw in prey... I should start drafting the neural pathways for that--”

Pardon, folks; she’ll be mulling this over for a while.

[geneticlegacy]

“I must say... Perhaps the most satisfying feeling I’ve had in all of this comes upon reflection of how much grander I am since shedding that fragile human shell. Were all of my energy given physical expanse, I’d outsize the Earth in its entirety...” A small, wistful sigh. “I could end it all. Anything anyone has ever been or could ever hope to be -- I could end it all simply by focusing into a single finger and pointing down.”

A small smile comes over her face.

“It truly is a breathtaking sensation...”

[a-trex]

NOTICE:

Due to the lack of cicadas so far this summer I will climb the trees and scream in their absence

[realfootage]

[scarydragonbitch-a]

PSA -

VILLAINS ARE VILLAINS.

Villains are not a precious little punching bag that’s going to stand there and take your shit and be sassy with their hand on their hip. If you mess with the bull you get the horns – if you push a villain, you will get the wrath of a villain. If your character is rude/disrespectful to a villain, especially one in a high place of power, and the villain lashes out (whether it be verbally or physically) – 

THEN YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO BE UPSET ABOUT IT. WHAT DID YOU EXPECT TO HAPPEN?

Don’t write with villain/cruel/evil characters if you can’t deal with a villain/cruel/evil character being less than nice to your precious cinnamon roll of a character. Surprise! That’s not how this works! If the villain suddenly kills your character without having spoken to you first, then you have absolutely every right to be mad. But if your character receives a verbal lashing or non-lethal physical response that is in character for the villain to give, then you need to deal with it. 

I’m also sick of this sense of prerogative way of thinking certain characters hold when it comes to villains. This mindset of, ‘oh this person is evil, bUT OBVIOUSLY THEY’LL LOVE ME AND I’LL BE THEIR SPECIAL SOMEONE THEY WON’T HATE ME OR TRY AND KILL ME.“ NO. STOP THAT. You cannot go into interactions with villains expecting them to absolutely fall in love with your character/be best friends with them. This is why it’s most times excruciatingly difficult to ship/bro-ship with villains. And even if this does happen, you should expect a villain to still be aggressive and/or rude from time to time. 

A VILLAIN DOES NOT STOP BEING A VILLAIN JUST BECAUSE THEY ARE IN A RELATIONSHIP.

I’ve written villains for a long time now, and one thing has been made perfectly clear – you will get shit for writing your character too IC and you will get shit for writing your character too OOC. You will be fucking cursed out for your character being aggressive to those who are rude to them, and you will be blasted for writing them being nice even just from time to time. So fellow villain writers – just let your villain flag fly. Don’t fucking listen to people who try and give you shit either way for your portrayal. To those who do not write villains – respect them. Just because your character is sassy and spunky, doesn’t automatically give them the right to try and be disrespectful to someone who is most likely superior to them.

TL;DR IF YOU CAN’T STAND THE HEAT, GET OUT OF THE KITCHEN. IF YOU CAN’T DEAL WITH SOMEONE BEING CRUEL TO YOUR MUSE, DON’T WRITE WITH VILLAINS.

[maryocalypse]

[geneticlegacy]

azuremcnster:

      WHATEVER was said after the word ‘head’ fell on deaf ears, because that sure as hell got her attention, and she did have a vague concept of death, only knowing that once someone was dead, they wouldn’t be around anymore. But her family couldn’t be dead, could they? They were the strongest! Papa was the strongest. Her body is trembling, unintentionally as the thought is sinking in more.

     ❝ …dead? Th-They strong…can’t die.. ❞

      HER abdominal region is twisting into a thick knot and she’s feeling nauseated, lightheaded even and her chest hurts greatly. There’s definitely tears in her eyes, a wave of ki quickly flaring up and around her.

A small sigh escaped Gene, the rising ki blowing away dust and rubble around them. How troublesome... The child was about the size of her own newly-spawned offspring, but the power within was far, far greater, being near-parallel with her parent’s. How to handle this...?

--Well, if the Junior was anything like her own young, a little body contact should help subdue any frustrated emotion, yes?

“...Come here, now...”

Gene calmly kneels down, smoothly curling her arms around the blue child, carrying her up as she stood back to her full height. She cradled the young Bio-Android to her chest, allowing her own ki to flare up to temper the other’s aura, a wave of green and black whipping around them.

“Shh, shhhh...”

A gentle but firm hand strokes the other’s head, a soft, buzzing hum sounding in Gene’s chest.

[geneticlegacy]

Have you any experience dealing with creatures with odd Magical-Modded Ki and/or crazy nanobots that might mess up the conversion process?

“Of course -- and it makes very little difference in the end. When you’re rewriting biology, ki factors in next to none. Nanomachines and cybernetic enhancements were a bit troubling at first when I was experimenting with taking in Red Pants soldiers, but my body’s adapted as it always does, and ingestion comes fairly easily.”

[geneticlegacy]

bubblegumhero:

Intellectually inclined? Well, wasn’t she just high-and-mighty… the temptation to topple this little empire was definitely growing, but… something was telling her to wait. This woman said she’d crossed time… and with an army like this, she had resources. Maybe this creep could be useful. Not to mention, she’d eaten enough Cells across timelines now to know, Gero had no other androids. Yet, here she was… an aberration that shouldn’t exist in any timeline.

Oona stays silent for once as the other speaks, taking note of every word to get a feel for the other woman. Not just her past, but her attitude too… she may need to know weaknesses. After all, nothing is perfect in the universe. 

“Hm.”

The shorter Majin floats into the air, moving upwards and forwards until she’s eye-to-eye with the bio-android. She was done being fucked around with and underestimated. Her voice drops to a deadly calm, a cold intelligence showing behind her eyes that she’d done a fair job hiding before.

“I would be a little more careful who you underestimate, Gene. Even your perfection has limits. Just ask the countless Cells that now exist within me.”

Her ki begins to climb as she speaks, the Majin bringing the bio-droid’s minions to their knees without lifting a finger.

“I may have simple desires… and I’m not one for speeches… but never mistake that for stupid. Now, tell me… what would stop me from erasing your ‘perfection’ from the face of this universe…?”

With that, she aims one finger downwards, a small ki blast forming on the fingertip… an novice fighter would be unfazed, but anyone who could sense the force behind that tiny ball would know… she was entirely willing to erase the entire planet, and everything on it. 

“I can, and will, smite this planet right now… I can survive it easily. Unless, of course… you have something of value. We’re quite similar, after all… we both just want to find interesting people to take in. I’m sure you have some rather interesting methods… perhaps we can help each other, if you could deign to stop your own self-postulating long enough.”

“Congratulations, you can destroy a smaller planet with relatively little issue. You’re officially on the level of the Saiyan Prince when he was Freeza’s timid little lapdog.”

“But, at the very least...we can drop the pretense, now that you’ve allowed your temper to tip your hand.”

She stands from the organically-woven throne-- --in the next instant she is behind Oona, a slight cloud of dust left from her sudden movement. Facing the other way, she folds her arms.

“Let’s not stand on ceremony, here... Put that piddly little lightshow away. if you meant to destroy this Earth so simply, you’d have done so the first I belittled your idiocy without any further words on the matter.” She observes her nails. “No. You’re here because you wanted something. You see superior status and resources, and you want access to them. So you think to use the same strong-arming tactics you’ve likely seen success in before with those of your own like...”

She glances at Oona over her shoulder.

“...Allow me to illustrate to you how the real world works, little girl.” She raises a finger. “You’ve clearly thought of some service you can picture occurring with what you see at my disposal to spring on this so impatiently. Very well, let’s hypothetically call it a possibility. What mutual service do you have to offer, hm? Do you have anything worthwhile?”

[meezumaki]

[geneticlegacy]

So... what exactly is 'bio-extract?' That's pretty unspecific. And where do you store it? Is your chest just some kinda big tank or something?

“The interior of my body is uniform of programmed organic matter, a touch greyed in hue. However, there is a mass spacial compression effect in place, which is why, for example, Cyborg Number 18 was able to remain whole within Cell even after Vegeta blasted away an arm and a good chunk of his torso.”

She folds her arms.

“Biomatter, or ‘bio-extract’ as your put it, is simply what you all are for me. If I stick my tail within you, my enzymes will break you down to a basic state, but I much prefer the whole package. Far more satisfying.” She pats her chest twice. “As we speak, many just like yourself are woven into me. I suppose in that respect you might call my torso a ‘tank’.”

[geneticlegacy]

bubblegumhero:

“Good god, you really love to hear yourself talk, don’t you? You realize I can jus- Okay, seriously, your tail is drooling on me. That’s fucking gross.”

And with a two-fingered tap to her forehead with her free hand, she appears about five feet to the side, the tail slapping against the ground once the resistance vanished.

“I followed a portal here. Figured I might find a good meal. Turns out, I found a queen bug who seems to eat dictionaries for a living. Not to mention she didn’t even offer me a drink before trying to eat me… but don’t worry, I’d be eager too.”

“Now, I’m gonna try this again, miss whatever-the-fuck you are. Let’s introduce ourselves like civilized mass-muderers. I’m Oona… you can consider me a time demon, I guess. I like eating people, blowing up planets, and fighting. Now, it’s your turn.”

Now, this was interesting… seems they had some similarities. Though she was still a little pissed about the attempted eating… that was her shtick. She eats, she does not get eaten. Still… something tells her not to go off half-cocked here. She might act like a brute, but she was deceptively clever… rushing in right now could be bad. She needed information.

“I prefer conversation with the intellectually inclined...” Gene leans forward in her throne, hissing through her teeth. “So yes. I find myself speaking with myself. Quite a bit.”

At the sudden motion of instant transmission, Gene quirked up a brow. Hm, not a bad move. Of course, if she should so decide she’s having Majin this evening, there would be no escape for the other so very deep in her domain, but she was garnering a fair amount of intrigue from the Bio-Android despite being so...uncouth.

“Oh? A rare technique. I have to give credit where due for that. Of course, that makes you a more enticing addition, but...” A wave of the hand and a sigh. “Ho, very well... The night was getting boring waiting for results, anyway. Talking at an intruder might be a worthwhile distraction.”

She crosses her legs, sitting up on her throne properly, better accentuating her stature nearly twice that of Oona’s own.

“Yes, yes, I couldn’t care less for your dime-a-dozen antics. I, however,” She folds her fingers together, “am Gene. The supreme culmination of all the universe’s most adept lifeforms -- the Earthlings, the Saiyans, the Namekians, the clan of Freeza...”

Her legs cross over one another.

“...and my illustrious occupation is seeing to the recreation of all sapient life into the superior breed that is myself and my brood; the perfection of the Bio-Android race. As for the where...”

She extends her arms to both sides.

“You’re currently in the deepest chamber of the hive of my design, miles upon miles from the outside world, surrounded by over a hundred of my children.” A small smirk. “I do believe that little revelation should speak for itself. You were going to mind your tongue, now~?”

[geneticlegacy]

You're...You're mad...Making one species...Will we still be ourselves if we become something like you?

“Hm. An actual astute query to be made. That’s a rarity. I’ll leave you be, for that.”

However, her tail still snakes around and binds them, like a serpent’s coils. She’s not eating them, anyway.

“Will you still be yourselves...? Well, in theory. As blandly unscientific as it is, the will of the...ugh, soul is a fairly formidable element in its own right. I presume if you desire it strongly enough, your old persona will carry over...”

A shrug.

“Otherwise, well, you were probably one of the many going to Hell who were to be reincarnated into a new self, anyway. Think of me your goddess in that respect, if it helps.”

[geneticlegacy]

bubblegumhero:

Oh, you have got to be kidding- what the hell were these things? They looked like some gross, mutant Cell. Not to mention their ki is quite far below her own… seriously?

“Oh for the love of- didn’t I just tell you your hospitality was shit?”

Her move came fast, right hand twisting upwards and releasing a blast right into the first insect’s face, then swinging to tear the arm off of the other mutant, freeing both her own arms. She reaches up with her now-freed left arm, catching the edge of the tail before it fully comes down on her.

“Now, I’m not normally one to be insulted by others… but underestimating me like that…? I’m offended… Not only that… but eating people is my job, lady. Now… how ‘bout you put this tail up before I take it away…?”

The Imperfect Bio-Androids howl grotesquely, one’s head oozing from a smoking, charred hole where one eye once was, and the other holding the stump of a former arm, a thin green fluid spraying from the tear.

Of course, Gene was unconcerned. The point of them was to distract her meal, after all -- one who was being awfully stubborn.

“Oh, no. Oh dear. You mean to rip off my tail? I most assuredly never planned for such an obvious solution to my primary means of operation.” A sigh. “Go ahead. I’ll simply bind you with it. And when my new tail regrows seconds later, I’ll just swallow the old one along with you to get my biomatter back.”

The thick muscle of the length presses down further against her resistance, a droollike fluid dripping out upon Oona’s head.

“But before you take residence within me --be it for recreation purposes or for permanent addition, I’ll have to decide-- I suppose I’ll indulge what little curiosity I admittedly have to indulge you.” She quirks up a brow. “What are you doing here, Majin? I know you just broke through time. I’ve done so myself. Why cross eras to present yourself to me, hm?”