05/07/19: Hello, I’m a 21, almost 22yld female, slightly stressed and somewhat insane uni student who loves reading and writing FanFiction and spending far too much time on YouTube. Perminate Discord link: https://discord.gg/Z293cVa
okay, so, in case it doesn't pop up. I have a crack idea to offer the void and fandom if someone sees this. SO a friend [ @thespiritofcliffhangers ] has started an amazing story, Parenting 101, I highly recommend the wonderful fluff and feels, and now has a discord for it! one of the topics that came up there was the Sisters of Battle I think, some of them symbolically marring the emperor.
it was amazing being part of the peanut gallory for that XD
BUT...but I had a realization of another layer on that crack idea.
WHAT IF some or other people did the same but to symbolically married to the only known, if in stasis, loyal son of his at the time. even if in stasis, son of a god in the forming cult in all that time? Also prime person to be symbolically married too, riiiight?
Like, someone is desperate, alone, widows, widowers, all the kids? yeet them into the safety of the Church of Guilliman. And if the symbolic wife has kids from before? perfect. 50/50 chance that those kids could be pulled to be used to make more ultramarines later.
Orphaned? gentle yeet into the church. pat pat, you're safe now.
or pull for workers, serfs? those proven safe and loyal for non combatant areas. the church[es] have even a few honorary guards. admittedly there would be some bias that if an evacuation was needed, those in the Church of Guilliman, the madas [young and older] and who's attached to them are evaced first.
Then
THEN Guilliman. wakes. up.
He's not handling the whole worship the emperor thing well, for good reasons. and there's SO MUCH to absorbed and take in. And he's probably THROWN SONS OUT AN AIRLOCK for even trying to worship him.... so it's thought not to be a good idea to tell the Primarch about his own church????
Then he becomes Lord Regent. and there's no way to bring it up.... and then he notices a few odd things. some older warrior he was aware of got shipped to and odd 'recovery' placement, along with a few green untramarines. and then sees there's odd shipments sent there too???
one of those locations are on the planet he's by.
so Roboute investigates, his sons don't realize until it's too late and un no, he's just soundlessly come into the church....his... church... to watch one of the ceremonial weddings for a baseline and just.
W H Y are they saying he has 'a n o t h e r worthy wife' for his church???!?!?!?!?!?!?!
[and the pure confusion of that human going .0. as they get grabbed and attempted to be protected but not a statue but from the demigod HIMSELF, is she doing wrong???! she was trying to save her family and oh god....please don't be made at her... aaaand Guilliman is not yelling at her but his chaplain son.... getting yeeeted out of the nearest window..... halp she's by herself now with a real giant husband??? the grandmothers and older madas never mention this could happened!!!]
we need more soft moment for the slayer. in this case he finds a tiiiiiny borrower child. she's a good nugget! some chaos later once the baby realizes she's safe.
heavily inspired by @horseyneigh2002 's ADDC story and Heather from my Garnets story... but...bitty. =D
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Bigger Friend? :
Something seemed odd about the air flow of the room that Heather looked up from her project. She had been slowly chipping away at the next little wooden decoration she had been given. It was in the shape of a mushroom, and she already cut the top off with her mother's old knife. About a third of the way down into the cap part, being alone for long stretches of time despite having a big friend got very boring.
So Heather worked on making some things into jars like she used to do with her mother. She had very rarely been allowed to leave the safe areas as her mother left to look for supplies, but was old enough to help.
Her new big friend seemed to really love it when she gave him one of the wooden mushrooms that she hollowed out into a jar. It took several days of hard work but she had gotten gentle cuddles and even a piece of his sweet thing from his…rations? He always gave her enough to eat for the day or two from his nightly meals. But that day was special.
She got some chocolate! A whole square off his bar!
Heather saved bits broken up into one of the her-sized glass jars in her new home. It was a… lunch box? Her big friend had glued a lot of soft foam padding inside, and made her an opening just big enough for her to hide inside if a scary… 'se-cure-ity' stranger came by, or the light started to flash red that meant the monsters were coming. There were even lights inside, a little string of tiny lights that seemed to be made for borrowers like her.
Her favorite things, and a present from her big friend. The other big friends that he brought sometimes to the room would give her small shiny or little jars. She had some water and food in those neat jars, as that's what her mother said to do. Always have extra food and water. Even though there was a mug of water by her… lunchbox.
Heather paused as she put the loose scrapings of wood into the bottle cap beside her, looking around as she realized it seemed warmer.
There was a vibration, something she knew by now. Drawing her attention up and really paying attention to find where the tapping came from. Heather brightened up seeing her big friend, and he had something he was setting down near her. It shined like those tasty… 'fig bars' things that were wrapped in shiny film. The tiny girl got up, tucking her mother's knife into its sheath under her shirt.
She really needed new clothes.
Maybe she could ask her big friend, he seemed so happy. Looking over his shoulder as she came over. Did he bring another big friend?
Heather squeaked happily at that, as well as seeing the familiar green fig wrapper. She liked it when her protector brought new friends, as long as they did not grab her! Most just gave her very light headpets and presents. Sometimes food, those jars, the wood mushrooms- one time someone with red hair gave Heather her-sized bowls!!
The big shadow that was behind her big friend moved, starting Heather that she dropped down… and dropped the awkward fig bar package that it landed in her lap. The only light in the room was still coming from the lamp on her desktop. Her new safe space that she had to stay in.
This stranger was… so big!
Even bigger than her big friend! By a lot, her human was just barely up to other's chest!
She hopes he was nice, having a bigger big friend would be so neat!
Her big human friend was talking to the bigger one too fast for Heather to keep up trying to read his face. She shifted to get the fig bars off her, then started at the sense of mass moving.
She almost thought a broken box had been set over her. Heather stared at the massive walls of gray and some green around her, making a soft worried sound as she could not grasp right away that it was two massive hands that were slowly wrapping her up into them. Each thick finger was bigger than her in mass and length. She looked around so confused as a thick digit touched her head.
That was when she realized it was a massive thumb touching her. But it was oddly such a light pressure smoothing down the side of her head, to her shoulder and then back. Even her big…. Small? Human friend was not this consistently gentle. Heather thought it was because she was so small and him so big.
The girl looked around the massive walls now wrapped around and under her. Palms.
They were warm, titanic palms that held her, and Heather looked up, and up, and up to find…. Robot? Armor? A mirror? She thought it was something like the armor and helmets of those she was supposed to hide from. Just different enough that she was not scared.
This bigger giant was both so gentle with her, and…warm. He felt oddly safe as one large pad of a covered finger was pressed lightly over Heather's whole back. The girl was not aware there was a sensor in the massive gloves. She just gave a little wiggle to use the small edges of the glove to get at an itchy spot.
Heather started to turn, her tiny hands spread over the edge on the big thumb beside her.
This new friend was so big…!
Even though she did not like being normally picked up by humans, this one was so gentle. His hands warm around her so much it blocked the chill of the room. It was something about how he was gentle, though Heather could not grasp what. She still responded to being treated like a child that she was, wanting attention, not as a novelty.
The bigger big human rumbled then, and she blinked, not hearing it per say. But felt the sound that seemed to vibrate through his armor and gloves. It got her to giggle, smiling as her back was rubbed now instead of the steady touch.
She liked this human, Heather had no idea why as they just met. Yet she did like this stranger. Though she did make a startled huff as she was lifted up closer towards this giant's body.
Both massive hands were cupping around Heather, cradling her as if protecting rather than to show her to a new friend. Those big fingers rubbed her back and side again before she was shifted into one large hand.
"Ah?" Heather made a confused sound without realizing it, then got a glimpse of how far the ground was.
This human was really tall…
She held tight to his thumb, a little frightened at the height, but then was being brought even closer to the impossibly wide plate of armor that was on his chest. The other hand not holding her reached to dig in or under, triggered the chest plate to loosen and before anyone could react, Heather or her original human protector, she was slid inside.
The girl stopped sliding down as she grabbed at black fabric of some sort as it curved. Was she in a bag? Or a pocket? It felt like she was in a pocket again, that had happened to her once or twice. Did humans have pockets on their chests and under shirts or armor normally?
Then the world turned dark, the little sliver of light from above was blocked as there was a sense of pressure from the armor as it resealed with a hiss of air. Heather wiggled, confused to say the least as the big chest under and behind her took a slow breath that moved her. She was only somewhat squished with each breath he took after, but found a spot to sit in this strange pocket in the middle of the big-big human’s chest.
Heather gasped as she could feel a new vibration of the human’s beating heartbeat. It was so strong seemingly, and despite herself wiggled to turn around and hesitantly pressed the side of her head against the fabric. Eyes closed in the dark to listen to the heartbeat and the rise and fall of breathing that moved her a bit. Then there was a low, steady rumbling from this massive human that vibrated through Heather. Like some sort of magic, it seemed to echo in her little bones.
…was he purring?
Humans purred?!
Why did no one tell her?! Not even her mom told her!
Was this some sort of human thing? A greeting or something like that? Her mother thought humans were so very strange, was this why? Heather had been held and gently cuddled against her current protecting human, and some of the big friends that came by. Those women were really nice to her, but also held her close to their chest and she could hear their heart.
…was this bigger-big human a woman too? They had a big chest like those she had met! Just… it was dark, and the chest with the armor seemed really big.
Or was being held against a human’s chest that normal for them?
Heather was so confused.
Yet as the human shifted, she was aware of the movements given her size. She grasped at the fabric around her, but there was just enough space for a few wiggles. It was rapidly heating up, and the girl found how she could be supported and leaned against the vibration the big-big human made. It was so much warmer than the room, even under her blankets in her bed inside the lunch box. If possible the little one seemed to relax, ‘listening’ to the heartbeat. That steady beat was far more effective at getting the tiny girl to become sleepy than any little pets from her (former?) human guardian.
This was nice.
Very, very strange but it was also nice to be against living warmth, almost like being held and hugged. Just… odd, but humans were really odd right? Heather felt safe, still very confused as she dosed, but safe!
Was she being taken somewhere? The big-big human seemed to be walking, but she was in juuust right spot that there was not as much secondary movement. Not being shaken up in that way when having to be in a pocket or jacket pocket.
Heather woke up and fell asleep several times as this giant human seemed to go about his (or her!) day. But whenever heather shifted and wiggled there was a low vibration again, and something like a tap on the metal overtop of her. Did her human ask this one to keep her hidden?
That would make sense of why she was not let out, but she was starting to get hungry. Heather wiggled, turning and moving to grasp at the fabric against this giant human’s chest side. Tugging and pushing as much as she could, trying to get attention from someone so much bigger than her.
Heather was thirsty and hungry- she did not even eat any of her fig bar present! And the girl would need to relieve herself soon, it had to have been a few hours at least of being stuck in this dark, warm pocket place. She did not want to be so rude to have an accident.
There was a different type of vibration that came out of the giant she was stuck with. Something almost like scraping and then strong tap over top of her on the other side of the armor. It had to be so many inches away!
The girl pushed at the big chest again. “Ah!”
The world dipped, gravity shifting as the giant just… got up from where he had been sitting, half paying attention to the humans outside. Not that Heather knew that, just that she was dizzy for a few moments and then everything was moving again. Then Heather became aware of a tingling sensation that made her feel sick before who was caring for her in their odd human chest pocket was feeling over and started to loosen the heavy chest plate.
Heather made a startled sound at the flush of cool air that came in with a sliver of light. Should she try to climb up?
The armor was pulled back more than when she was first put in, almost barely enough space for her to fit then. Now it was big enough for one of those massive hands to reach in and, again, gently wrapped around her in the pocket of fabric and lifted the girl out.
Heather found the edge of the pocket, made another startled sound at the light and almost cold air compared to where she had been. Pulling the edge of the fabric right back up and over her shoulders. The girl looked around, finding herself on a large palm again, the exact same gray textured one from before her time hiding with the new friend. She blinked up at the giant and it took a moment for her to realize she was not staring at a helmet or mirror-like visor.
The giant of a human seemed male, his face was scarred and seemed harsh but also… neutral. Bright green eyes peering back at her, they almost seemed to glow as he was pushing his armor back into place. That massive hand was lifting to gently cup around Heather in her little pocket-bag, one large finger tip rubbing on her back and side with almost no pressure as he started to walk.
He glanced up to the ceiling for some reason and then back down, head tilting to his right for a moment. Heather found herself blinking back and mirroring the bigger-big human without thinking, to tilt her head in the same direction.
It did not seem like he was talking, she could not read his face like when others talked, and looked around. It… was so big, not like the room she had been staying in, not the desk. It made Heather a bit dizzy and she had to hold onto the large thumb beside her.
She was still thirsty.
“A…ag…” how was that sound made that meant water? She did not have the note paper anywhere near her. Heather looked up at those green eyes and lifted her hands to pretend drinking out of her cup.
The giant blinked, and then seemed to straighten up. He looked away from her and then walked across the just as massive room. Heather had no idea what everything was, but it was really shiny here!
The massive hands moved and Heather was gently settled on a smooth, flat surface. The warm palms cupped around her again, as if not sure she would run or just fall over. Heather squeaked as she sort of just… flopped into a new spot to sit, hugging the still warm fabric around her. Heather looked up, and after a moment where the bigger-big human seemed confused he lifted his hands away from the tiny being.
Heather mimed drinking again.
It seemed like there was a flicker of a smile on the puzzled, big face before he stood up. Hesitated a moment and made a motion with his left hand, palm down and motioned as if pushing down. Was he trying to tell her to stay?
Could this biggest human not talk or hear too?
Heather had no ideas humans could not hear or talk! She tucked in, looking all around and seemed like she was on another desk, or table. Not leaving the area of the pocket-bag, but rapidly found that if she reached out and touched the almost glass like surface, she made an excited sound.
It sparkled!
The black around her fingers shimmered to blue and left a line of sparkly blue behind!
Thrilled, the girl sat up and reached out to draw at first random shapes, and then the few numbers she knew. She could count to ten now! And tried to write letters, swirls and little patterns, quickly and fully distracted enough she did not even notice when the giant came back.
She was not aware of the big human kneeling down behind her, beside the pretty table top, his shadow was away from her. Then there was a sense of air movement before there was a vibration through the tabletop 'ground.'
That was something Heather was used to, looking up at the way her (old?) human guardian got her attention when distracted. She looked up and around, leaving tiny handprints on the glowing table. The bigger-big human looked bemused as he scanned what she had done. He had pulled off his gloves while gone, not that it kept his hands from seeming any less titanic.
He set what looked like a bottle cap half full of water beside Heather. That almost smile flickering as she made a happy sound and settled to lift the cap and start to sip. Grateful it was not full so she could pick it up without spilling.
Did this giant human know others that were small like her?
Heather felt better after drinking, but shook her head when that lid was tapped. Offering it back by sitting the cap on his finger tip. If she drank too much she would need to go even more! Still had to go, but before trying to figure out how to get that across. Those big hands were already closing around her again after the cap was taken back somewhere below the table top.
His palms were just as warm as before with the gloves, even through the fabric of the pocket-bag. Heather reached up to grasp one large finger, finding the human was letting the girl pull the digit to look at a thick scar that webbed over his forefinger and around the back of his knuckles. She was not scolded, if anything the big digits cradling Heather were relaxed. It seemed like he was letting her be nosy and look his hands over.
The giant human slowed and entered another big room, but it smelled like… plants!
Heather wiggled excitedly, so very happy to see green growing things again, it seemed like she was even smaller when-
She made the happiest of sounds at recognizing one of the bigger plants that was growing. Enough so that the giant human paused and turned, gently holding her close to it for Heather to grab at blueberries!
Heather felt so happy and suddenly sad as she grabbed at the big berries, getting a whole six sitting in the curve between her and a crease in the human’s palm. She missed her mom, they’re old home used to be under and behind a blueberry bush. It was so nice there, even if her mother had to keep burning spider webs in the bush. Heather missed fresh blueberries, her old human used to only now and then give her one or two frozen ones. Sometimes a candied one from his… pie?
With her mother’s old knife, Heather was distracted by pulling a blueberry into her lap and cutting into it. Happy to eat the now seeming rare treat.
Maybe… maybe this new human would let her make blueberry jerky? She remembered how to do it!
Was this her new protector? Would he give her back to the other human, Heather was not sure, but she greedily ate the blueberry with all the excitement of a child that had not had a comfort food in so long.
The big hands were lowering, settling on the earth of a different growing bed for plants, and she looked up.
The big hands were lowering, settling on the earth of a different growing bed for plants, and she looked up. It was another blueberry bush, but not as big, and something she sort of remembered. It took a second and a little bit of a nudge from the large thumb for her to scoot to step off the big hand. That pocket-bag was set down near her and Heather looked relieved as her berries were set on the fabric, including the half eaten one.
The bigger… biggest human? He was crouching down to be able to see her better. He seemed happier? Those bright green eyes softer maybe as he made that same motion with a flat hand as if asking her to stay here. Glanced around and reached down as he stood. Heather realized that the cap from before was attached to a water bottle half in a pocket outside of his armor!
She looked around and sat on the edge of the fabric, peering up at the giant human. Watching with wide eyes as he looked between her and the water bottle. Taking the cap off to set on the fabric near Heather. She was amazed as he took a large gulp of the water, lowering the level in the bottle before pulling an knife out of… no where? Somewhere in the air shimmered.
The giant cut the bottle just above the new water level, setting it near. Not unlike the low tea cup that her old human had in the desk. Then once more motioned for Heather to stay put.
Heather looked around, puzzled. Was this like the desk? A new safe spot? She stared intently at the blueberry bush, making sure there were no spiders up in there, or in the other bush beside her. The space seemed about the same as the desk top, little bigger… longer!
The girl looked back up at the giant human, who seemed a little worried now. Heather lifted her hands, her mother’s knife in her lap, stained with blueberry juice. She spread her hands out flat, and tried to mime the same motion. Heather did not mind staying here for now!
The human gave that faint smile again, spreading his hand to that ‘stay’ motion one more time, hesitated and then reached down. The massive hand coming close, hesitated and then gave Heather a soft touch to the top of her head. She wiggled happily at the attention, slightly disappointed that the warm hand lifted and he was starting to back up. Leaving her alone after a last, puzzled look to the ceiling.
Heather looked up, was there a really big spider up there?
Once she was alone, and seemed to be completely alone, the girl got up and ran under the blueberry bush. Trying to find the perfect spot to hide and relieve herself.
Now she could have some more water!
Heather looked around, getting the cap of water and set it down before flopping happily on the black fabric. This was amazing! It smelled so nice in this new place, of growing green things! The girl paused and blinked, leaning down to sniff the black fabric. It smelled a bit like salt and… something that was vaguely familiar. It was not the same as what other humans smelled like sometimes.
Not as stinky, still a smell, but not… bad?
Heather peered over and reached for the other half of her blueberry. Sitting up to eat happily. There seemed to be a lot of things growing here! Not just in this spot, there were other big, long tables of growing things. Mostly things that seemed like they could be found in that big garden yard Heather and her mother used to live by.
Just enough time passed that she was starting to get bored, as much as she wanted to explore more than around the blueberry bush. She sort of promised to stay put.
The girl reached out to pick up the ripest of the blueberries. One that bruised under her fingers. Cutting the berry up into the cap with some water and trying not to be too messy. It was not the same as what her mother did, but she had a nice berry soup-juice to sip while waiting. Heather finished that and sprawled on the black fabric underneath the bush.
Heather dosed at first, settled into a nap and then finally into a deeper proper sleep. Being carried around under a giant's armor, even with napping it was a lot of confusing but subtle muscle work the girl was not used to. Right now Heather was full with three whole blueberries and it was peaceful. Some sort of background sound she was not really aware of.
She was not aware of massive hands gently picking her up with the fabric. The girl only tried to subconsciously snuggle into the warm palm that supported her. Her last three berries were not forgotten as the giant looked down at the little one in his hands with an almost lost expression.
you've broken a primarch. congratulations! enjoy your prize ˃ ᵕ ˂
lion: he’d not seen it coming – he’d not been going at it that long with you, but truthfully, so many things you did utterly enamoured him. his hands gripped your hips, his breath was all over your neck, but one last feeling of you clenching around him had been enough. his hips stuttered, he held his breath for just long enough for you to notice, his weight almost falling onto you. in one last ditched effort to maintain his control, keep his eyes focused on you, he’d rolled his hips forward, voice commanding behind you. i’m not finished with you yet, kitten. but the way you moaned his name in response, arched your back a little more and begged him without asking? he shakes at the feeling, even comes close to begging you, too. don’t… don’t fucking move.
fulgrim: you’d smirked when he’d told… asked you, with a delicate hand placed on your shoulder, be good for me, won’t you my love? you always were so good for him, sat on your knees like he wanted, asked him for permission, nodded along to every one of his requests like the good little thing he wanted you to be. somehow you being good always ended up with him beneath you, in whatever form, begging you to let him come. it was always when his cock was in your mouth that he’d be at his worse, crying, whining, fisting the sheets beside him whilst trying to find the words to beg you with. so when he asks through tears after what seems like hours of your slow and controlled mouth all over him, please, i can’t… i can’t take more, you just laugh and tell him to wait a little longer – and he loves it.
perty: you knew he could get worked up when he was completely drunk on sex with you. he’d begged, just once, a whispered please as his hands found you and held you in place as he truly writhed at the sensations he was feeling. you weren’t sure what had caused such a reaction, you’d barely been taking his cock a few minutes when it had happened. but now, you craved it, wanting to hear him choking on his own pleasure, his body shaking, his mind broken. you’d edged him over and over, feigning innocence, you needed to stop for a second, you needed to readjust, just to see if pushing him over the edge that way would have the same reaction. it never did; or you never had the stamina to fully test it. his overstimulation was sporadic, and nothing you’d ever be able to control, so the next time he whispered more, please, more you never would have expected it.
khan: it had been too long for you to remember, and you’d truly given in to the feeling of him fucking you raw, twitching inside you as his pants filled the air and he fell down above you, his chest pressed to your back. mine, he’d growl, his fingers gripped your waist, or anywhere he could hold you, leaving the beginnings of purple marks beneath them. he’d fucked you deep before, he always did, but you could feel him so much further this time. mine, little one, he’d choke out, faster again, mine to ruin, mine to make come… mine. you’d see stars far more times than you could count as the arm which held him up began to shake, something close to a moan left his lips, and he forced himself through the feeling to reward you one more time.
leman: it was a near impossible feat to try to overstimulate him, but you’d prepared. patience, time, and your never-ending love for someone who craved it so badly. you had never seen him like this. usually so controlled, usually calling you his perfect little pup as you drool from how he makes you feel. but when he looks to you, desperate eyes searching for something as he feels something new, his lips parted and hands reaching for anything which gave him stability, he moans like it was the first time he’d ever released. i’m… fuck… again… he barely gets his words out as you ride him through it. he may have struck his claim on you the moment you smiled so sweetly back at him. no one else could ever make him feel that way.
dorn: you’d be lying to say you weren’t pleased with your work. he never broke his control, he never showed less command than he wanted to, yet here he laid – his cheeks flushed a bright pink, his body covered in sweat like you’d pushed him to the very limits, his breaths coming in small pants. every time he tried to speak his voice would crack, never giving you more than a few sounds at a time. it hadn’t even been that long, but shutting him down seemed to do something to him. allowing him to feel pleasure outside of the bounds he’d created, pressing a kiss to his lips and telling him it was okay to let go, it was enough to ensure he did. the only problem you hadn’t calculated for was him becoming addicted to the feeling of falling apart at your fingertips.
curze: he’d committed himself to take care of you, to reward you with whatever pleasure you deserved as a kind gesture to thank you for what you did for him. he loved the way you looked when you were utterly spent yet coming from him one more time because he really wanted to reward you. so when he feels himself falling into that exact same position after what he considers not that long, with his hips jerking, his cock aching yet begging to feel more, he’s furious with himself. tries to push himself through the feeling, focus on you, but the way you feel when you’re around him is just too much. one whimper, then the feeling of your fingers in his hair, he can barely understand what’s going on around him. it never happens. he tries to tell you that, but in the moment, he just wants to feel your arms around him and hear your heartbeat. maybe he’ll go again, it hadn’t taken too long for him to feel that way.
sanguinius: he was made to serve you, and he’d never let you go without what you both wanted or needed. but everyone has a breaking point, and sanguinius is no different – it just takes a while for him to feel it. just one more, he’d ask you, please love. when you’d agreed, let him pleasure you whilst getting himself off, you’d not imaged what it would end with. minutes after he came he’s still hard, whimpering each and every he’s reminded of your touch, the way you made him feel too. he cries, almost sobs at the way you purr his name and bring him back to you. he wanted more, yet knew he couldn’t take anymore – but if it pleased you, if he got to see you come one more time for him? he’d go through anything to see that, even if that meant breaking himself.
ferrus: you’d seen him overstimulated before because it wasn’t hard to get him to that point, and what a sight it was. he’d wind himself up, rougher with each minute that passed as he cursed his own weakness for how susceptible he was to the feeling of you – no matter what you were doing to him. it felt like he was being pulled deeper, yet pushed over the edge, something he couldn’t explain or rationalise, which made it feel even worse. as he groaned from the sounds you were making, his teeth sink into the skin near your neck and he basically growls at you, you can’t break me. but you can, and you are, and you have many times before. he’d bury his cock into you like he’d never feel you again, silently whispering a flurry of words you’d never hear again.
angron: anything with you is a sensation he would crave; love, hate, or sex. every time he comes for you, he always wants more, but he’s always right at the edge already. his hand wrapped around your throat, not to do anything more than rest there, hold you in place as his mouth finds your ear and his hips buckle and he presses you between him and the wall. now, come for me, he’d tell you, now, right now, want to feel you when i break. his aggression is hidden behind the moan that meets your skin, how his breath trembles each time he ruts into you. his mind short circuits the moment you listen to his command, and in that second, nothing matters other than you.
rob: he’d prized himself on his own composure, and it was no different with you. like another of his brothers, it was your mouth which truly ended that composition. his fingers weaved into your hair as you take his cock in your throat so well, looking up through those pretty lashes to meet his eyes and moan around him. his breath stutters as he bites back his own moan. what are you doing to me, he’d muse, gripping your hair a little tighter. when he starts to feel too much, he’d pull you off his cock, making you wait for a moment before having you deepthroat him nice and slow until the sensation began to wear off. he’d not let you witness his true overstimulation, not until he’d come at least once.
morty: you’d not known what to expect from him. always so controlled, measured, his dominance never falters around you. he’d tell himself to stop even if his body ached for more, begged him for just a little taste of something, someone, so sweet. so just before he comes again, again, unexpected yet chasing the high of feeling you all over him and so eager to please him, his hand slams down beside you and he ruts into you like he’s never had the pleasure of coming before. he tries to keep control, but it was slipping, his desperate fucking doing little to disguise the needy little sub he really is inside. he’d ride out his high again, minimal words offered to you, but somewhere amongst everything he says a thank you, then another, knowing he’d never find another like you.
magnus: he's always wanted to please you, serve you silently in your pleasure and know that the way you squirm and writhe is because of him. he never knew that he could feel the same way - but if you took your time with him, he'd get there. could take days of build-up. if you got him truly lost in the way you took him, made him feel so loved and appreciated and truly fucked out, praised him like he truly was the brightest star in the whole universe? he'd shatter the presence of the warp around him. starts with a quiet beg, please my love, please. ends him stuttering parts of his words without any meaning. don't... can't... please... please... love..., his hands grasping at you, needing to hold something for his own sanity. he enjoys the unexpected feeling that overstimulation gives him, never truly wanting it to end.
horus: he loved seeing you on top. nothing made his day brighter. except for maybe when you were straddling his soaked thighs, your hands reaching for his own that shook at your sides, consoling him as he told you it was too much, hurts, and not sure i can take more, sweetheart. even as he says that he’s reaching to slide his cock into you, ready to watch you ride him and really break him. because it never took too long for him, not as he gasped your name, threw his head back and let you take over. only thing that could make it even better was if you laid beside him afterwards and whispered sweetly how much you loved him and stroked him until he came again, but that was too much to ask for... right?
lorgar: he’d give you anything you wanted, really. so when you ask him what’s wrong, whether he can’t take one more round of you fisting his cock, maybe even fucking him, he shakes his head and practically begs you for it. he can barely breathe, he’s lasted for so long that you didn’t think he’d ever reach this point, and even as his fingers twitch and curl into something to stabilise him, he’s still trying to praise you. just a few words, movements, anything from you is enough to have him over the edge. every time you come, he thanks you. every time you make him come, another thank you. when he feels his body shake, when he’s completely broken, that’s what he considers worship – and it makes him cry the hardest.
vulkan: you’d never anticipated being in this position, given what it would take to actually reach the point where he was overstimulated. but when he looks down at you, his chest heaving beneath him as his lips tremble, one feverish kiss pressed to your lips as he buries his head into your shoulder and fucks you through the feeling, you realise there’s only need buried behind his eyes. he speaks so softly through his own high, telling you again how much he loves you and, somewhere along the lines, that you’ll be the death of me when his hips stutter and a hiss leaves his lips, only to be followed by a low moan. he tells you i’ll take care of you, that it’s all okay beloved, but he won’t stop until you’re worse off than he is.
corvus: he’d not realised how close he was to breaking. i’m not done with you, he’d barked as he held you right where he wanted you. his voice was shaking, his hands barely held the same strength as before, but he’d not allowed himself to stop. all this to give you, he’d mumble against your skin, sweat dripping down his chest as he stops to look at you, you’re going to take it all, aren’t you, little dove? he’d not realised that the only thing keeping him upright was your pleasure. he only sinks the tip in and he loses everything. a whimper leaves his lips as tears prick in the corners of his eyes, yet he forces himself to endure and fucks you through every second of his overstimulation. he can lay beside you afterwards – all he wants now is to see you come undone one more time for him.
alpharius: he was always craving more than he needed, maybe more than he wanted. it wasn’t enough to come once, twice, even three times for you. it wasn’t even enough to see you come double that for him. he’d worn himself out, ruined himself to the thought of you because you were the only thing that mattered to him. hurts, angel. even if it did hurt, he buries his cock inside you once more. i need more, angel, i can’t stop. you… he’d stop for just a second to look at you. you’re everything. and every time he feels broken from how good you feel, he falls a little more in love with you, sinking his claws in just a little deeper so you’ll never leave.
for @constanceisonline, thank you for the request ◡̈ intriguing to consider and think about, thank you for being so patient!
Rereading ADDC and John sees people in deadly situations goes "is anybody gonna rescue them" and doesn't wait for an answer. Absolutely based we love him
I luv him too, but I've been actually thinking about this a bit.
He rescues people, pretty much on reflex, right? He doesn't think about it (which he should be thinking about whether or not the person wants or even needs to be saved, but that's for another time) he just does. He just grabs them and yeets out.
Tell me if I sound kinda dumb here, but I think that (or at least have tried to write John that) a lot of his rage stems from an unfulfilled protective instinct. He has to protect, and yet nothing he tries to protect seems to actually be protected.
Uh. Warning for animal and people's death. Also abandonment, betrayal, and self sacrifice. Canon divergence (a little bit).
For example, here's the things he lost in the beginning. In the marines, he tried to protect the civilians by attacking the Commanding Officer the ordered them to fire. He was dishonorably discharged and quite possibly they were killed anyway. He tried to protect the other guards by standing watch at the entrance of the mars facility during the first demon invasion in the first game. They all died. He tried to protect his rabbit, Daisy, and he lost her to the demonic hoard anyway.
Then there was all the self sacrifice. He singlehandedly held off the waves of demons to make sure humanity survived when earth was over run. He chose to exile himself to Hell to kill all the demons from the inside. He fought with the Argenta against the demons. He tried to protect his fellow soldiers after the betrayal, but they all died eventually, taken by Hell.
And all of that was for nothing. Hayden brought hell to earth. Billions of people have died by the time Doom Eternal is over.
In canon, he protected Vega by creating a backup when the Mars base started going down. And then he lost Vega on Urdak.
All that anger.... probably just because he wasn't able to protect the people he cares about. I think that's why he's a lot less angry in my aus.
Headcanon: Slayer's Mental State and Sense of Self
The Doom Slayer has been a persistent myth throughout both human and demon history alike. He has long since forgotten how long he's been fighting, with he himself essentially being an amalgam of many different Doom Marines, Doom Slayers, and even just different people altogether. As a result, this has taken a serious toll on his mental fortitude, leaving him to cling to small things. Time doesn't matter to him anymore, nor does the idea that he is human.
He is, to himself and others, The Doom Slayer.
In an attempt to cling to some form of sanity, sometime after the events of Doom 2016 he tried his best to remember who he was in his search for weapons to stop the demon threat. Between 2016 and Eternal, he would remember bits and pieces of at least one of his histories, adopting them as his own.
He knows of B.J. Blazkowicz from a version of history that he himself doesn't belong to, as his people won World War II, as opposed to Blazkowicz Sr.'s timeline. He is in some part related to this man, whether a distant descendant or a reincarnation, and he has thusly chosen the name William Joseph Blazkowicz as his own. It feels familiar enough to him, and has more meaning to him than the other names in his mind, like Flynn Taggart, but he doesn't disregard these other names, integrating them into parts of his day to day life(such as the password to the PC in Doom Eternal).
Whoever he is, he knows that he had a wife and child before he joined the military, and he even had a pet rabbit, all of which were slaughtered viciously by the forces of Hell. While the names and faces of his family have left him throughout the years, Daisy is a persistent part of his memory which he holds dear, even keeping a rabbit cage next to his desk in case, by some cosmic miracle, she comes back to him.
Keeping with persistent memories, he knows that he had assaulted a superior officer when given an order that seemed morally reprehensible, no matter which version of him it was. He finds himself still agreeing with the action, even if he doesn't remember the officer himself.
And then there's his own internal monologue, which is somewhat reflected in my writing style for Doom Slayer. Under normal circumstances, that's all he sees himself as; The Doom Slayer, a weapon of mass destruction created by, and dedicated to stopping, forces that would seek to harm humanity. Even in private, even when appreciating his leisure time by himself, the idea of The Doom Slayer is a persistent one in his mind.
He doesn't want to involve people in his life again, even if he yearns for companionship. He doesn't want people to see him as someone he isn't even sure he really is, he will present himself as The Doom Slayer in any instance... until someone cracks the shell. It's only in moments of true vulnerability that he will let the façade slip, revealing William Joseph Blazkowicz III to himself and those he cares for. Those he trusts to show that side of himself are few and far between, but they're people he would protect with his dying breath.
Had an idea of Doom Slayer being an absolute public menace to the wider video game universe in the 90s. Every platformer game, having to be on the lookout for him just popping up out of the blue and making your fave run a gauntlet for shits and giggles. He then fades away in the mid to late 2000s, lurking in the depths. Then the 2016 reboot unleashes him to a whole new breed of goofy mascot character platformer waiting to get the same treatment he gave their predecessors.
In the 90s few were ever able to pass his 'tests' and the handful that did earned his respect. To this day, Bubsy gets owned on a regular basis. Slayer just grabs him and sticks the poor bastard in the nearest trash bin, no respect.
Any game that has demons in it, good or bad, has to have anti-Doom Slayer protections in place so he can't show up and rip and tear until it is done. Many shooter folks hold the Slayer in high regard. The few that meet him describe him as the world's most ruthless killing machine or an angry yet crafty maniac able to get in anywhere and pilot anything. No words, all action and the occasional passive-aggressive gesture.
Rumour has it that the Slayer is supposedly very good at skateboarding. He allegedly picked it up after watching people skate about and thought it would be a good hobby to pick up/weapon to use to bludgeon some demons with.
Been rewatching a whole YouTube playlist about DOOM, and it's got me thinking about Doomguy as a hero
Because despite being the executor of possibly the most brutal violence and carnage ever put on a TV screen...Doomguy's force is never directed at a fellow human being. People have described the Slayer's one and only goal, his purpose, as "to exterminate each and every demon in existence", but I think I'd view it more as "his purpose is to protect innocent lives, period".
Still probably the greatest piece of characterization in these games is the very beginning of DOOM 2016, the leadup to the title screen. Doomguy enters that elevator from the intro facility to the start of the game proper, and Hayden starts telling us about how "oh, they only had the best of intentions when they started mining Hell for energy. Sure, it's all gone bad now, but it was worth the risk, I assure you!". As Samuel tries to convince us that this was all for the greater good, he only had people's best interests at heart, Doomguy simply looks at the corpse of a security guard on the floor of the elevator (who definitely didn't sign up to the possibility of being disemboweled by hellspawn), looks up and is visibly shaking with fury as he presses his fists together, and then smashes the speaker Hayden's talking through, transitioning us to the game's title card.
Absolutely perfection. Tells you everything you need to know about Doomguy's motivations and resolve without a single word. Though if he had said anything, it'd probably just be quoting Ripley from Aliens: "Bad call? THESE PEOPLE ARE DEAD! Do you realize what you've done here?".
Everyone in these games is constantly trying to tell Doomguy that sacrifices have to be made for the greater good, and he utterly refuses to entertain that notion when human lives are concerned. Not to mention that, while the games play with the metatextual conceit that Doomguy doesn't give a shit about the lore or narrative or bigger picture, he's just there to slaughter evil (the same way most Doom players and indeed Doom co-creator John Carmack view story as merely window dressing for gameplay)...if you headcanon that Doomguy actually IS reading all the logs and lore that he's picking up as collectibles, you know he's aware that all of the higher-up decision makers at the UAC are straight-up demon worshippers attempting to bring about the apocalypse, and thus nothing they say can be trusted.
As far as Doomguy is concerned, there's no compromise when it comes to innocent lives. If one innocent person has to die in order to uphold the established system, the system is to be violent ripped down and smashed into the dirt, never to be rebuilt. That's how he feels about Hayden's UAC, that's how he feels about Khan Maykr's plans in Eternal. That's WHY his fight is eternal, because he'll fight anyone, even those he once fought alongside, if they choose to say, to end this post on a joke, "some of you may die, but that is a risk I'm willing to take".
Centaur boyfriend that goes absolutely feral when he fucks you in front of a mirror for the first time. He has seen your face when you’ve cum as he buried his face in your pussy, but he has never watched you cum on his cock.
Because of his size and the difference in your anatomy, you are always beneath him and out of view when he has his cock inside you. So when he builds a breeding mount for you in his home, he has the idea of putting a massive mirror on the wall in front of it.
He always thought he had a good amount of control on his more animalistic desires and actions, but the first time he sees your face screwed up in pleasure as he pushes his cock inside your tight cunt, every bit of restraint he has shatters.
An insatiable need to see you cum on his cock swept through his body as he thrusts into you like a male possessed. His thrusts were brutal as he watched you come undone around him. The sight of you only makes his need stronger. Each orgasm only makes him crave the sight more.
He doesn’t let you off the breeding mount until hours later when your pussy is gaping and your inner thighs are entirely covered in his cum.
Never thought I’d be doing this… rather here than on fanfiction.net but I am searching for a fanfic. A Transformers slash fanfic to be precise. If anybody recognizes this fanfic I’d be much obliged if they could direct me to it.
A couple months ago I was reading a fanfic (duh) it was a Transformers fanfic set in bayverse (I know, blegh, but this fanfic was legitimately good). From what I recall one of the main pairings for it was Jazz/Prowl, and Elita/Optimus.
‘PLOT POINTS’ THAT I RECALL:
- All the 'transformers’ the governments were making and killing with the allspark were actually sparklings
-Any sparkling that were kept alive were found and saved by the Autobots and nest
-One of those sparkling was actually taken in by a kindly ex agent from Texas who took over as his mother
-The mother has cancer which Ratchet manages to kill through their advanced technology allowing her to live longer than expected
-Jazz is revived with the matrix and has to go through physical therapy due to his… encounter with Megatron
-Jazz and Prowl are mates and raised Barricade as their own
-Barricade is a double agent for the Autobots
-Jazz takes in one of the rescued sparklings as his and Prowls sparkling
-Prowl comes across Jazz playing with the sparklings and his battle computer shuts him down as he believed Jazz was killed (which he was)
-Bumblebee is Optimus and Elita’s sparkling
-Sideswipe and Sunstreaker spilled paint on Bumblebee which led him to choosing his trademark color scheme
-Optimus is approached by the sparklings and treated as the 'father’ due to the matrix
-Sam was made into a sort of 'Prime’… that was confusing to me too… but hey the author wrote him in well in this so it was fine
-Turns out Wheelie is in fact a sparkling… he’s written well too.
-Mikaela cheats on Sam leading to their break up
Finished
This fanfic had a lot of chapters and I had a crappy phone that had a tendency of wiping my history on my phone and did so a total of five times during the time I was reading this fic so I ended up throwing it out and getting a better phone… and ended up forgetting all about this fanfic until recently… I can’t remember the fics name (I believe it was something in latin but I’m not entirely sure) and the summary was vague. I was reading the fic on fanfiction.net, and it had I want to say nearly sixty chapters but I could blowing that out of proportion.
I genuinely just want to find and finish this fic because it was fantastic reading material (especially for a bayverse fanfic) and if anybody recognizes it it will be a big help. You can contact me on Deviantart or on ffnet where I go by BaraKiryuHuntress.
Putting this up for a friend of mine who refuses to get a tumblr even though she’s desperate to find this fanfiction. *Rolls eyes* Her deviantart name is Jayfeathers my fave contact her if you know of this fic please.
This sounds like Things We Don't Tell Humans by SineadRivka. It's both on FFN and Ao3. I prefer the version on Ao3 though I have downloaded it onto iBooks so I have an easier time reading use "entire work" for Ao3 and my phone is stupid.
Here is the link on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/431107
The side story to my Grimm series rewrite. It was inspired by this TikTok, specifically the end. I'm going to be using both Fictober and Whumptober prompts. The main story is 74k and 150 pages so far. I'm going to wait until I have a bit of buffer in terms of chapters before I start posting it.
The side story to my Grimm series rewrite. It was inspired by this TikTok, specifically the end. I'm going to be using both Fictober and Whumptober prompts. The main story is 74k and 150 pages so far. I'm going to wait until I have a bit of buffer in terms of chapters before I start posting it.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Dragonball: rewritten explores what might have happened if Vegeta’s pod happened to land on Kami’s Lookout during the three year gap at the end of the original dragon ball series. Goku was training to defeat Piccolo Jr at the world martial arts tournament; what if he met the prince of all saiyans under better circumstances?
Authors Note: This is the first chapter of my new DragonBall Z fanfiction. I would love for you to reblog and like this, as it would be very helpful! Also any constructive feedback will be greatly appreciated! I don't know what to call this yet so any ideas?
Looking back, Alice would have never guessed her life would have turned out the way it has. From becoming best friends with the daughter of the world’s most renowned scientist, Bulma Briefs, to meeting an alien. Two aliens actually. If Alice met her former child self, the youngster would be ecstatic to know that there were endless opportunities out there. Hell, meeting an Alien? Child Alice would be over the moon. She was ecstatic once she learned they were highly skilled fighters.
Growing up, Alice was told that martial arts was for boys, and that “fighting wasn’t for young ladies”. Every time Alice’s father told her this, she would fume with anger and run to her room. Crying whilst reading her books she imagined she could be like the heroes she read. Alice never understood why girls were so unjustly discriminated against. Seen as “weaker” or “frail”. Never appreciating the fact that she was limited by society’s standards, Alice grew up fighting for her place in a man’s world. Which is what led her to Bulma Briefs.
Bulma and Alice were like two peas in a pod. They both despised society’s view of women. Bulma grew up in the male-dominated field of science and outshined all her other peers. To which Alice highly respected. The two got along quite well, and over time became the best of friends. Taking into consideration her appreciation of martial arts, Bulma introduced Alice to her childhood friend, Goku.
Admittedly, Alice didn’t like Goku at first. She was often dumbstruck at his naivety. How could a grown man not understand social cues amongst a plethora of other things? Bulma found Alice’s dislike of the orange-clad fighter hilarious.
“You know Alice, once you look past all that, he’s actually a great guy!” Bulma giggled, catching Alice off guard.
They were sitting on Bulma’s balcony at Capsule Corp. Goku had teleported somewhere else leaving Alice in the midst of conversation whilst Bulma sat back and observed the interaction. Alice had a perplexed look on her face, After speaking with Goku, Alice was always left feeling confused. She could never understand that Saiyan man. And she never liked being confused.
“Maybe your right.” Alice shrugged and walked back into the house. Eventually, Goku’s kindness and determination won her over. They became great friends. Oftentimes Goku would beg Alice to fight with him. Alice would always refuse. She wasn’t confident enough in her abilities after seeing how Goku fought.
“Pretty please can we fight? Just a teensy bit? PLEASE?” Goku begged for the hundredth time. Alice rolled her eyes, deciding that saying no repeatedly just wasn’t going to work. So opting instead to slap him.
“All right! Now that’s the spirit!” Goku exclaimed after dodging the slap.
“Wait what?” Alice immediately panicked, not realizing she had accidentally given Goku her permission to fight. Almost immediately, Goku proceeded to kick her in the gut across the room. Alice grunted as she landed on the wall, furniture scattered everywhere and the wall now severely damaged. Bits of wood and debris was scattered everywhere and in Alice’s hair.
After an intense lecture from Bulma, Goku decided he wouldn’t try that again. He didn’t realize that Alice was so weak. Bulma talked a big talk about how you loved martial arts, leaving him disappointed.
“Apologize!” Bulma screamed at the Saiyan as he awkwardly laughed whilst rubbing the back of his neck. A nervous habit he picked up after experiencing several awkward encounters in his time.
“Geez, I’m sorry! Bulma told me you were a strong fighter so I assumed you could handle it.”
After hearing that, not only was Alice physically hurt, but so was her ego. She slowly got up, shooting Goku a glare, and slumped out of the room.
Alice could hear Goku saying “What? I apologized!” Assuming Bulma got on him for his unintentional backhanded apology.
After meeting Goku, Alice was bound to meet Vegeta. Oh, how she despised that man. His arrogance and disrespectful attitude infuriated her to the core. Those two never got along ever since they first met. Alice remembered her first encounter with the Saiyan prince very well.
Bulma had rented out a Capsule Corp property to Alice, making it her new home. She loved it. Having plenty of land to train in, and a nice cozy home to live in. The only downside was having Vegeta as her neighbor. Bulma rented out property and a home to him, conveniently next to Alice’s. Forcing them to be neighbors.
Deciding to properly greet her neighbor, Alice created a welcome basket with assorted treats and items. She wanted to be on good terms with her neighbor, in case she ever needed them or vice versa. Stepping up to the front porch, she got no answer once she rang the doorbell. Giving up after waiting several minutes she left the basket on the porch with a note reading;
Hello,
I just moved in recently and wanted to bring you a basket of goodies! My name is Alice McClain and if you ever need anything don’t be afraid to holler!
-A
A few days had gone by. No contact from her neighbor by the name of “Vegeta”. When Bulma told Alice his name, she giggled. The name “Vegeta” made her think that the words “vegetable” and “vagina” combined together was how his name must have been created.
After radio silence from her neighbor, Alice returned home from work one day to see a note. The note looked as if it was hastily torn from a notebook, and angrily written words read;
Fuck off
-V
After reading the note, Alice was infuriated and crumbled up the note in her hands. Wasting no time she stomped over to Vegeta’s house and rapped against his door with her hands. After a few minutes of constant knocking, an angry figure opened up the door.
“What is it, woman!? Why must you bother me?” Vegeta’s scowling face hovered over Alice’s.
“How dare you be so disrespectful? I was trying to be nice and you do this?” Alice threw the crumpled-up note at his chest, then in bad taste, spit in his direction. Thinking back this was not the wisest move, considering that her actions would have consequences.
“I-Woman! I should have you over my knee for that! How dare you disrespect the prince of all Saiyans!” He angrily spat.
Now Alice would never admit it, but hearing him say that made her blush. She couldn’t even think of a witty response.
“I- Fuck you!” She growled and immediately turned away, walking back towards her home.
The REAL Reason Vegeta Wasn't Killed by the Spirit Bomb
So this is just my theory, but it just came to my mind as I was playing my Dragon Ball Z: Kakaro + A New Power Awakens Set game, so please bear with me for the moment!
I believe that it’s because Vegeta wasn’t as completely evil as the others like Cell, Frieza and even Kid Buu.
In both the game and the anime, King Kai explained that the Spirit Bomb is “The hope of everything”, mainly due to being created from the energy in living things: Plants, animals, even people.
In fact, King Kai further explained that only those with pure hearts can use this technique, hence Goku and Future Trunks. In fact, others who have pure hearts can deflect this attack as well onto enemies, like Gohan and Krillin, but it can still be deflected by those with strong abilities can deflect it as well, regardless of their moralities, like Kid Buu.
But getting back onto the topic. Why Vegeta wasn’t killed by the Spirit Bomb. This explanation can be simple if we remember what he told Goku when he was dying, after Freiza shot him with his laser.
Vegeta was taken in by Frieza, sometime before King Vegeta was killed off. After that, he was pretty much forced to do Frieza’s bidding, like a slave. So he had no choice and did was said Tyrant demanded, or he’d be killed off.
In some of the fans’ POV, Vegeta could’ve ALSO been physically abuse and tormented by his abuser, to the point where he started to become the very person we all knew from his very appearance in the DBZ series.
Actually, if one thinks about it, Vegeta pretty much WAS in a very dark place in his youth. His home planet was destroyed, his Father was killed, he was used as a slave and did Frieza’s dirty work, he killed others by force, probably abused. He was also suffering from every dark thoughts and such as well: Regret, guilt, lack of self-esteem, anger, hate… There’s a lot of people who went through the same emotions as the Prince of Sayains himself.
But back to the point! My theory is that the Spirit Bomb’s like a “Purifier” of sorts. Said attack can erase the “Evil” away. Those who’re filled with a LOT of evil energy. Cell is a good example of this! Since he was basically created for evil, and willingly became evil, he would’ve been destroyed by the Spirit Bomb instantly, if Gohan learned that technique anyways!
However, it’s completely different if there are those who don’t have exactly 100% Evilness in them. Vegeta’s one of them. My guess is that he still had some “Goodness” left inside of him, especially since he wanted to assasinate Frieza and avenge his planet and Father.
Because of that, the Spirit Bomb MOST likely erased most of the dark energy in him, leaving Vegeta with about 1 - 5% dark energy left. This could be why he still retains his “Arrogant” attitude and such.
However, as we’ve seen throughout the series, Vegeta came to accept his personal flaws and is even capable of respecting others. In this case, it’s Goku during the final battle against Kid Buu.
Again, the Spirit Bomb can be seen as some kind of “Purifier” on those who don’t have a lot of evil and dark energy in them. But at the same time, one has to be careful with using this technique, or it could blow up an entire planet if not used properly.
I’m not sure if the same is true if a villain is destroyed from the attack, but can be reborn again if they truly want to. Two characters I can think of is Kid Buu (Reborn as Uub) and Android 21, who gave her own life up to stop her evil self.
My theory is if any villains who died from the Spirit Bomb, then there’s two possibilities on whether they’re purified or not.
1: They’re given the choice whether to be sent to Hell in the Other World after they died, or they can be reborn, start all over again and try to be a better person.
2: If they redeem themselves in any way, like sacrificing themselves to protect or help others, then they’re reborn as a good person.
The REAL Reason Vegeta Wasn't Killed by the Spirit Bomb
So this is just my theory, but it just came to my mind as I was playing my Dragon Ball Z: Kakaro + A New Power Awakens Set game, so please bear with me for the moment!
I believe that it’s because Vegeta wasn’t as completely evil as the others like Cell, Frieza and even Kid Buu.
In both the game and the anime, King Kai explained that the Spirit Bomb is “The hope of everything”, mainly due to being created from the energy in living things: Plants, animals, even people.
In fact, King Kai further explained that only those with pure hearts can use this technique, hence Goku and Future Trunks. In fact, others who have pure hearts can deflect this attack as well onto enemies, like Gohan and Krillin, but it can still be deflected by those with strong abilities can deflect it as well, regardless of their moralities, like Kid Buu.
But getting back onto the topic. Why Vegeta wasn’t killed by the Spirit Bomb. This explanation can be simple if we remember what he told Goku when he was dying, after Freiza shot him with his laser.
Vegeta was taken in by Frieza, sometime before King Vegeta was killed off. After that, he was pretty much forced to do Frieza’s bidding, like a slave. So he had no choice and did was said Tyrant demanded, or he’d be killed off.
In some of the fans’ POV, Vegeta could’ve ALSO been physically abuse and tormented by his abuser, to the point where he started to become the very person we all knew from his very appearance in the DBZ series.
Actually, if one thinks about it, Vegeta pretty much WAS in a very dark place in his youth. His home planet was destroyed, his Father was killed, he was used as a slave and did Frieza’s dirty work, he killed others by force, probably abused. He was also suffering from every dark thoughts and such as well: Regret, guilt, lack of self-esteem, anger, hate… There’s a lot of people who went through the same emotions as the Prince of Sayains himself.
But back to the point! My theory is that the Spirit Bomb’s like a “Purifier” of sorts. Said attack can erase the “Evil” away. Those who’re filled with a LOT of evil energy. Cell is a good example of this! Since he was basically created for evil, and willingly became evil, he would’ve been destroyed by the Spirit Bomb instantly, if Gohan learned that technique anyways!
However, it’s completely different if there are those who don’t have exactly 100% Evilness in them. Vegeta’s one of them. My guess is that he still had some “Goodness” left inside of him, especially since he wanted to assasinate Frieza and avenge his planet and Father.
Because of that, the Spirit Bomb MOST likely erased most of the dark energy in him, leaving Vegeta with about 1 - 5% dark energy left. This could be why he still retains his “Arrogant” attitude and such.
However, as we’ve seen throughout the series, Vegeta came to accept his personal flaws and is even capable of respecting others. In this case, it’s Goku during the final battle against Kid Buu.
Again, the Spirit Bomb can be seen as some kind of “Purifier” on those who don’t have a lot of evil and dark energy in them. But at the same time, one has to be careful with using this technique, or it could blow up an entire planet if not used properly.
I’m not sure if the same is true if a villain is destroyed from the attack, but can be reborn again if they truly want to. Two characters I can think of is Kid Buu (Reborn as Uub) and Android 21, who gave her own life up to stop her evil self.
My theory is if any villains who died from the Spirit Bomb, then there’s two possibilities on whether they’re purified or not.
1: They’re given the choice whether to be sent to Hell in the Other World after they died, or they can be reborn, start all over again and try to be a better person.
2: If they redeem themselves in any way, like sacrificing themselves to protect or help others, then they’re reborn as a good person.
Pretty much it for my theory.
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