Shonen Jump Roster (WIP) by Ability-King-KK, literature
Literature
Shonen Jump Roster (WIP)
Dragon Ball (1984)
Fighters:
Son Goku
Vegeta
Piccolo
Frieza
Future Trunks
Majin Buu
Hit
Zamasu
Vegito (through team of Goku and Vegeta)
Caulifla/Kefla
DLC Fighters:
Paralel Broly
Jiren
Support:
Perfect Cell
Son Gohan
Krillin
Beerus
Goku Black
Goten & Trunks/Gotenks
Master Roshi
Tien & Chiaotzu
Android 17
Android 18
Kid Buu
Kale
Future Mai
Help:
Bulma
Shenron
Whis
Zen-oh
Yamcha & Puar
Videl
King Kai & Bubbles
Porunga
Nappa
Raditz
ChiChi
Android 16
Mr. Satan
Champa
Pilaf
Dr. Gero
Kami
Stage:
Tenkaichi Budokai Arena
Bleach (2001)
Fighters:
Ichigo Kurosaki
Rukia Kuchiki
Renji Abarai
Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez
Help:
Hollo
L x Reader - Secret Equation by WindMeister8, literature
Literature
L x Reader - Secret Equation
“I love you” are words I can say easily to one whom I love. But that’s not the case for everyone.
The young man with messy black hair sitting in front of you was one of them. For close to five years you had been dating him but never once had he uttered those magic words. Normally, it didn’t bother you but today was special. Today was the day that he had promised to propose to you – right after his graduation from college.
Yet the awkward guy was acting just like normal, sitting in that slouch of his while his dark eyes roved over the piles of papers in front of him. Obviously deep in thought over some Math prob
The Light Behind Your Eyes by ItsCorpsey, literature
Literature
The Light Behind Your Eyes
Fandom: Death Note
Pairing: Father Figure!L x Reader
Song: The Light Behind Your Eyes by My Chemical Romance
Warnings: Depression, so pretty much any goes.
Never fade in the dark
As you sat on the lush, green grass just across the unmarked tombstone, you couldn't help but noticed that after all these years it looked the same from the first day it was made. Colorful, blooming flowers sat around the grave, no doubt from the children of the Wammy's House. among the rest of the flowers laid a single white daisy just a few inches from your feet, nothing red nor black because you found those colors to be too cliche to match the sorrow you felt
Soft music faded out from the ballroom’s open doors, whirling between pillars like colorful streamers and spicing the air with the delicate twinkle of his kingdom’s most cherished instruments. Flutes, violins, cellos and clarinets; they all mingled in a seamless blend of beauty, casting the castle into a cheerful air. Perfect, of course. The occasion was a festive one, and its celebration was a display of seasonal wealth. Garlands of flowers festooned the palace’s marble columns, illuminated with gold and carrying the weight of their own heady perfume. Several bouquets of the same flowers littered tables and pedestals, roped