#tsundad

[ink-ami]

Justice for Yuugo

I think all TPN manga fans are suffering because of him not being there (yet? maybe?). I can just take my frustation out by drawing Yuugo and convince my anime-only friends to read the manga after (thankfully there are enjoying the season 2 for the moment).

[magicalgirlmascot]

98 - Piccolo and Gohan (platonicly, of course).

“Not sure if you could tell, but I’m not exactly a people person.”

“Absolutely not.”

Gohan sighed and leaned on his mentor’s shoulders. “Please, Piccolo? It’d mean a lot to me if you came.”

“I’m not sure if you could tell,” Piccolo said flatly, “but I’m not exactly a people person. I’m not going to some big event where there’s going to be tons of people I don’t know. Get your parents to take you.”

“Nobody’s taking me anywhere.” Gohan hauled himself up so he was totally hanging from Piccolo’s shoulders, legs dangling. He was glad that even when he was a teenager that he was still short enough to do that. “And Mom and Dad are already going. So’s Goten. But I want you to go too. It’s supposed to be all the people most important to me who come. So I want you to come too.”

He was wearing Piccolo down; he could tell from the way he tapped his foot faster against the tiled floor of the Lookout. “I don’t want to.”

“Please?” Gohan was utterly whining now, but it had always worked as a last resort.

Sure enough, Piccolo muttered “Fine. I’ll go. Now get off me.”

Gohan beamed and dropped to the floor to hug Piccolo properly around the waist. “Thank you so much! It really--”

“Means a lot to you, yeah, I get it.” The tips of Piccolo’s ears were purple. “Go on, get out of here, kid.”

Gohan did his best to keep from bouncing on his heels in anticipation as he waited for his name to be called. He looked out over the audience for the eighth time, but although he could see his parents and Goten, he didn’t see Piccolo anywhere. He was hard to miss, too, and Gohan tried not to let his heart sink too much. Piccolo hadn’t wanted to come in the first place, and it hadn’t been fair for Gohan to push him so much. After everything was over, he should go apologise to him.

His teacher called his name, and he stepped forward. He held out his hand to shake his teacher’s, when suddenly the back door of the auditorium slammed open and Piccolo’s unmistakeable form came rushing in, looking wildly around. Gohan beamed at him, and finally Piccolo saw him up on the stage. He nodded at Gohan and wedged himself into a seat at the back.

“Do you know that...person?” his teacher asked quietly as he handed Gohan his diploma.

Grinning, Gohan nodded and flashed a thumbs-up at his family--his entire family. “That’s my dad.”

[theglowqueen]

I love Sojiro?? Like he's so gruff but then literally whenever Akira brings someone home to stay he's like "Yes, I see you're friends with my crime son. I guess you can stay forever."

[undertalescreeching]

livesteram

gonna try and draw that feeling that the new gaster gives me in a bit. come join if you can!

https://picarto.tv/tsundad

[magicalgirlmascot]

I love your writing and have a request from the recent promt-post. Could you write mean and green numer 47: “ You’re cute when you’re angry. ” or 79: “ Stop hogging all the blankets! ”. Or combine them, maybe? Chose whatever you see fit. Thank you :)

“I’m cold.”

“Too bad.” Piccolo rolled over onto his side, perfectly content under six blankets.

Nail punched him in the shoulder. “Stop hogging all the blankets, jerk.”

“I’ll hog as many blankets as I want.” He shrieked as Nail yanked the blankets off him and latched onto his back. “Get off me! Your feet are like ice!”

“And whose fault is that?” Nail wrapped the blankets around both of them, desperately trying to leach heat from Piccolo. Unfortunately, Namekians weren’t known for their innate body heat, hence all the blankets. “Jerk.”

Piccolo grumbled, but reluctantly allowed Nail to stay. “You’re lucky I like you.”

“Don’t be grouchy.” Nail brushed an antenna against the back of Piccolo’s head in a soft kiss.

“I’m always grouchy.”

Nail laughed. Piccolo could feel the vibrations of Nail’s chest on his back. “At least you’re honest.”

[magicalgirlmascot]

Piccolo

do I like them: OF COURSE I DO WHAT...WHO DO YOU THINK YOU’RE TALKING TO WHAT KIND OF QUESTION

5 good qualities: cares deeply even if he pretends not to, grew into a wonderful person, very tactically minded, chronic protector, b...big

3 bad qualities: can’t emotion, giant hypocrite, literally tried to murder people a whole lot and kidnapped a child before character development kicked in

favourite episode/etc: literally anything involving him and Gohan

otp: Piccolo/Nail, with Piccolo/Tien taking a close second

brotp: Piccolo and Gohan’s relationship is VERY IMPORTANT to me!!!!

ot3: either Piccolo/Goku/Chi-Chi (where he just sort of gets...absorbed into the relationship) or Piccolo/Nail/Tien are cool with me :D

notp: Piccolo/Gohan is disgusting and you should all be ashamed of yourselves

best quote: “ALL OF THEM?!” (look Piccolo having zero concept of human/Saiyan anatomy to the point of not knowing where important organs are is hysterical to me let me be)

head canon: Piccolo hates going to things, but likes to be asked. He likes to be included. Also he will only go if Gohan and/or Pan will be there

[magicalgirlmascot]

(Two Boys Kissing) PiccoNail, gimme more MEAN AND GREEN 😳

“Oh, this is cute.”

Piccolo glared up at Nail from his position on the floor. “Shut it.”

Nail knelt next to him, eyes twinkling. “Deny it all you want, this is still the most precious thing I’ve ever seen.” Piccolo growled under his breath and Nail chuckled, leaning forward to put a hand on Piccolo’s cheek. “She looks comfortable.”

Sighing, Piccolo leaned into Nail’s touch and closed his eyes. “It took two hours to get her to sleep.” His hand ran absently through Pan’s hair as the toddler slept curled up in Piccolo’s lap. “She wanted to stay up late because her parents are out for the night.”

“Kids,” Nail chuckled, inching closer. “Want to put her to bed? Gohan and Videl will be home soon, and I’m sure they’d appreciate their daughter being asleep where she’s supposed to be when they get here.”

Piccolo shrugged. “I guess. I’m afraid I’ll wake her up if I move her.” Nail reached for her, gently lifting her from Piccolo’s lap. Piccolo opened his eyes and watched Nail hold his honourary granddaughter like she was made of glass. “Here.” He stood up and held out his hands. “Let me do it.”

Nail shook his head. “No, I’m fine. I just always forget how small and helpless human children are, that’s all.” He smiled at Piccolo and brushed their shoulders together as he walked by. “Be right back.”

Piccolo watched Nail leave, then stood in the middle of the room awkwardly. He glanced towards the long-discarded weighted training gear in a corner of the room and debated putting it back on. He’d taken it off so he didn’t accidentally hurt Pan with it when he was playing with her, but now that she was going to bed maybe he should put them back on.

Arms wrapped around his chest from behind and he shook his head. Or maybe he shouldn’t bother. “She’s still asleep?” he asked.

“Mm.” Nail rested his chin on Piccolo’s shoulder. “Out like a light. So, got a thank-you for your co-babysitter?”

Piccolo twisted to shoot Nail an incredulous look. “Asleep or no, Pan’s still in the other room. And Gohan and Videl will be home any minute. You can’t wait until we get back to the Lookout?”

“I never asked for anything big.” Nail grinned and slipped around to Piccolo’s front. “Come on, love. Give us a kiss.”

He knew Piccolo liked being called ‘love’ and he was using it to his advantage, and Piccolo knew it. Sighing, he leaned forward and wrapped their antennae together. Fuck you, he told him.

Mm, Nail said, squeezing tighter, now that can wait until we’re back at the Lookout.

The door opened and Piccolo’s eyes snapped open, stumbling back from Nail. Videl stood wide-eyed in the doorway, a hand over her mouth, Gohan behind her and looking vaguely embarrassed. “H-hey,” Gohan said. He licked his lips and looked away. “Where’s Pan?”

“Sleeping,” Nail assured him. “How was your date night?”

“Fine,” Videl said distantly, still staring at the two of them. She shook it off and smiled at them. “Thanks for looking after her.”

Piccolo shrugged, looking at the ground. He was embarrassed. He hated having people see him showing Nail physical affection, even if it was something as simple as kissing. It wasn’t like Gohan and Videl cared that they were in a relationship--both of them had bigger problems than two masculine aliens kissing. It was more that he wasn’t used to displaying affection yet, so having anyone else see it was weird and uncomfortable.

“Anytime,” Nail assured them, grabbing Piccolo’s hand and squeezing it. “Well, we’ll get going, then. Have a good night.” He tugged Piccolo out the door and into the sky.

“Slow down,” Piccolo said, tugging his hand away and flying up beside Nail. “The night’s not going anywhere.”

Nail zipped in front of him and stopped, Piccolo stopping just before he’d crash into him. Nail’s arms went around Piccolo’s neck and his antennae wrapped around Piccolo’s again. Come on, love, he said, give us a kiss.

[magicalgirlmascot]

Piccolo yelling at any of the Son's to "AT LEAST BREATHE IN BETWEEN BITES!!"

Chi-Chi was the only one with any semblance of table manners. Piccolo pitied her most days, wondering if she was so thin because of how much her boys ate. Gohan tried, but even he had a hard time keeping up with his brother. It was the one reason Piccolo was a little relieved that Goku hadn’t come back–he couldn’t imagine the stress of feeding three hungry Saiyans.

He often stopped in to check on his favourite pupil and his family, doing his best to make sure they weren’t too badly off. Others did too, he knew–Yamcha and Krillin in particular were at Mount Paozu a fair bit, Krillin less so now that he had a family of his own. But he wasn’t content with the occasional visit from a fifteen year old who always downplayed his feelings, so he had to check in on them himself. Besides, that way he could at least bring them a fish or dinosaur or something so he knew they were eating properly. Piccolo didn’t need to eat, but he understood the importance.

Which was how he ended up sitting at the table, awkwardly sipping water and attempting to eat a bowl of rice. Chi-Chi ate slowly and sipped at her tea. Gohan did his best to eat properly, if quickly. Goten didn’t even try. He just shoveled food into his mouth as fast as he could. Piccolo wasn’t even sure he was chewing half of it.

“At least breathe between bites,” he snapped. Goten stopped, staring wide-eyed at Piccolo with his cheeks bulging comically. Piccolo suddenly realised he’d just accidentally parented and looked down at his rice, embarrassed. He tried to leave that to more qualified people, but sometimes things just slipped out.

Goten swallowed his food. “Sorry, Dad.”

Piccolo’s head snapped up and he stared at Goten, who didn’t seem to realise what he’d said and was happily eating again, although slower. Piccolo’s face warmed. Goten was only four, he didn’t really know much about anything yet, he hadn’t meant it. But it still made Piccolo happy for some reason. And it was embarrassing.

He glanced at Chi-Chi, who sighed and said “I’ll talk with him again later.” Piccolo flushed darker. Again? This was a recurring thing?

Gohan giggled and Piccolo glared at him. Instead of ducking his head in shame like he might have a few years ago, Gohan just grinned at him. “Want to play catch later?” Gohan asked, still grinning like this was some big joke.

If it was a joke, Piccolo didn’t know the punchline. Catch sounded pretty good, though. As training exercises went, it wasn’t much of one, but it was with Gohan and Goten, so that was at least a couple hours where Chi-Chi could look after herself for a bit. He nodded. “Sure.”

Gohan’s grin widened, and Piccolo got the feeling he was being laughed at. “Great! Thanks, Dad.”

The tips of Piccolo’s ears burned. He’d been set up. Standing abruptly with a scrape of his chair legs, he glared down at Gohan before turning to Chi-Chi. “Tell your sons that I’ll meet them outside when they’re done being ridiculous.” Chi-Chi nodded, a barely suppressed smile making her eyes dance. Still glowering, Piccolo stalked to the door.

“Goodness,” he heard Chi-Chi say as he left, “Gohan, I didn’t realise I had two husbands.”

“You don’t!” he bellowed, slamming the door behind him.