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“Oh man! Hope I don't miss the next match!” thought Trunks, as he ran out of the bathroom. He had stepped out from the multi-dimensional tournament run by the Vargas to answer nature's call. Luckily, no one had been announced yet, but with so many beings from multiple timelines, it could be anyone's guess of how the next fight would go.

“What?!!! You can't be out!!!”

“Huh?” blinked Trunks, looking over to the food court. There, Trunks saw the fattest woman he had ever seen yelling at the Vargas server behind the counter. The woman looked like she was in her mid twenties or such, with a youthful, yet plump face with a double chin and chubby chipmunk cheeks. She must have weighed over at least 400 lbs, mostly flab, but a thick layer of muscle hidden underneath if one looked closer. The woman had light blue hair (much like his mother's), and was of medium height. Her stomach was an enormous round mass of blubber that reached down to and bounced against her knees when she moved furiously enough. The woman's arms were thick and doughly on the outside, but solid and strong on the inside, and her legs were the same; they were like sturdy rocky poles surrounded by jello. The young woman was very wide, as if she needed to walk sideways through smaller doorways and entrances, and her massive rear end was two giant mounds that needed two or three sturdy chairs to come down on when she wanted to sit.

Trunks was surprised to see the woman wearing a jacket of Capsule Corp. and thought maybe she worked for his family's company in one of the timelines. She did look familiar to him for some reason...

“I'm sorry, maim. Besides most of our regular stock, all our sweets have been purchased and eaten by other customers,” shivered the server.

“Ugh...should have realized that with so many saiyans here in the same place...” sighed the fat woman, her plump cheeks trembling slightly. “Guess I have to raid my private stash,” she said, reaching into chest pocket and pulled out a capsule. She tossed it to the ground, making a puff of smoke, from which a small cylinderical robot appeared.

“Yes, Madame? What will it be?” buzzed the robot happily.

“Give me a muffin and keep them coming. Maybe some cupcakes soon too,” smiled the woman, before the robot's eyes glowed and his head popped open to show a muffin. “Best invention I ever made!” she smiled, biting into the muffin and waddling away.

“Wow...she can't be a fighter with that figure...maybe she's supporting someone else...?” thought Trunks, before remebering the time and running off to join his group. They were talking or eating or meditating to pass the time.

“Hey Trunks!” shouted Goten, seeing his best friend and waving his hand. “You got to check this out,”  Trunks walked over and saw Goten pointing to a strange group across from the hall they were in.

The group consisted of four children and one young woman. The young woman was a cold, stoic figure with a slender figure and long white hair, a skull bandana wrapped around her head. Three of the kids were boys while the fourth was a girl. The boys consisted of one with dark spikey hair like Goten, a young man with combed hair like Trunks, and a strange yellow boy with pointy ears and a horned helmet. The only other girl in the group was a pretty brown-haired girl with a ponytail and a red bow.
“Huh? I barely sense any power within them,” said Trunks, “Maybe they're compressing it?”

“Doesn't seem like it,” said Goten, “They seem like they're natural,” He then noticed a passing Vargas and stopped him. “Hey, which universe is that group from?”

“Hmm? Oh them?” asked the Vargas, before looking at the group, recalling the info in his head. “Oh yes. The group from Universe 67. A strange universe much different from the others. I can't say more as it would violate the rules,”

“We understand. We want to be surprised,” smiled Trunks.

“ATTENTION!!!” boomed the speaker. It was the announcer and he was about to announce the next fight.

“Here it comes!” smiled Son Goku, Goten's father and their universe's greatest hero.

“FROM UNIVERSE 67! ZOLA!!!”

“Hey, Zola! You're up!” shouted the spiked-haired boy to the stoic woman.

“So it appears,” said the woman.

“Marumaru will cheer you on!” cheered the horned helmet boy.

“VERSUS....FROM UNIVERSE 116....BULMA!!!”

“WHAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTT?!!!!” screamed Trunks and Goten, as well as much of their group.

“That can't be right...” said Vegeta, Trunks's father and Goku's rival.

That was the name of Trunks's mother and Vegeta's wife. In their universe, she was a normal human; a very skilled and intelligent mechanic and inventor, but still a normal human.

“Oh, man? Me? (Munch...)”

The group looked to see a very fat woman, munching on a cupcake, with some familiar faces with her.

“Ugh....you get a turn before me? Honestly, this is some cruel joke...”

“Well, Vegeta, there is a lot of other fighters from other dimensions. They have to go through a lot of others. It's bad luck,”

“Shut it, Kakarot!!!!”

The two groups then happened to see each other. It was somewhat like looking into a mirror.

“Hey! This is another timeline's version of us!” shouted Goku, pointing to the group.

“I was just about to say that!” shouted 116 Goku. He looked like Goku, except he was wearing an inverted version of Goku's outfit with no sleeves.

“So in all universes, you're always a dimwit, Kakarot,” frowned 116 Vegeta. His differences from the other Vegeta was the multiple scars all over his arms as well as one on his cheek. He also wore a red and black outfit similar to the other Vegeta's blue one.

“Relax, you two. I'll just get this over with as quick as possible. I want to continue my snack,” said the fat woman in their group. It was the same woman Trunks saw earlier.

“Wait...that woman...” began Trunks, “She's...”

“She looks familiar...” blinked Goku, scratching his head.

“...She's that universe's Bulma?!!!” shouted Vegeta, “Impossible!”

“Oh? Don't believe me?” asked 116 Bulma, before lifting up her fleshly left leg and stomping the ground. There was a small tremor that shook up the area upon impact.

“What the heck? Why is this version of my mom strong and so fa....” began Trunks, before Gohan, Goten's older brother, whapped him on the head.

“Trust me. You do not want to finish that sentence...” said Gohan, shivering slightly.

“Yeah...my mom's pretty scary when mad...” said the 116 version of Trunks; he had long hair parted down the middle unlike the other Trunks's short well cut hair.

“It's kind of a long story...” sweated 116 Bulma, scratching a plump cheek with a plump finger.

“BOTH ATTENDANTS MUST GO TO THE RING!!!” boomed the announcer's voice.

“Zola's fighting that big woman? Ah, this will be easy for her!” grinned the spiked-haired boy, arms folded behind his head. The U-67 group was approaching the two groups.

“I can not take any opponent lightly, Shu,” said Zola with a scowl. “She would not be in this tournament if she was not a formidable fighter,”

“But she's such a big target that you...” began Shu, before the other human boy in the group covered his mouth.

“We have faith in you, Zola. Just be careful,” smiled the boy, as Shu said something muffled with a tone of annoyance.

“Thank you, Jiro,” said Zola, as she walked to the ring.

At the ring, 116 Bulma and Zola faced each other.

“You know the rules. The loser is the first one knocked out, incapitated, or killed. Or unable to fight for more than 30 seconds,” said the referee.

“I wish you a good fight,” said Zola, “I will not hold back,”

“Great. I'm fighting a hard-case ice woman...” sweatdropped 116 Bulma, getting into a fighting stance.

“Bulma doesn't even like fighting in our universe. It doesn't seem plausible even an alternate version of her would be in something like this, much less one so...well I guess we'll see for ourselves...” said Gohan.

“BEGIN!!!!” shouted the ref, now a safe distance away.

Zola immediately vanished, making 116 Bulma's eyes widen. She looked to the left and raised up her left arm to block a kick from Zola who appeared out of nowhere.

“You're quick for someone so big,” said Zola, before disappearing again. 116 Bulma then was pushed back as she was kicked hard in her stomach. Zola reappeared and landed on the ground.

“That Zola woman is fast...” said Goku, “But something doesn't seem right...its not like how we move...”

“Alright! She got her!” shouted Shu.

“Not...quite...” said Jiro.

116 Bulma let out a grin, as she slapped her huge belly that seemed to have bounced back like rubber. “HA! That was a pretty whimpy kick. Didn't even get through all this!”

“Unbelievable. Your large gut was so thick, it was like armor for your internals...” sweatdropped Zola, before seeing her adipose-ladened adversary right in front of her. Before Zola could respond, she was struck hard by 116 Bulma's palm in the solar pelxis. The smaller woman was sent flying back, but 116 Bulma reappeared and kicked her in the air. She flew after her, catching her by the ankles and spinning around before tossing her to the ground.

“WHOA!!!” went Goku, surprised. “This version of Bulma is tough!”

“...You said it...” replied an exasperated Vegeta.

“Maybe you won't mock my wife now...” said 116 Vegeta with a smirk.

“Come on! I know whatever is protecting you did its job!” shouted 116 Bulma, looking down to the ground where Zola had been smashed and was covered with a cloud of dust.

“SCREEEEEEH!!!”

Suddenly, a gigantic blue fist came flying out of the smoke and punched 116 Bulma HARD. The tubby woman crashed into the stadium wall high above when she went flying into it.

“Oww...ok, that actually hurt....” sighed 116 Bulma, before squeezing her massive frame out of the hole she left.
The smoke cleared to reveal Zola standing, with some blood on her face, and her outfit dirty and ragged. However, she was not the one everyone was staring at. Rather, it was the massive giantic bat monster that was coming out of her shadow.

“What the heck is that?!!!” shouted Trunks, “Is that her shadow?!”

“Correct,” said one of the Namek officials. “In Universe 67, magic is the primary power source instead of ki energy. The greatest manifestation of this power is known as the Shadow, a creature formed from the user's emotions,”

“That's why we couldn't sense anything from them! Its magic, not ki, that powers them!” shouted Goten.

“And that explains that Zola woman's strange movements,” said Vegeta, “She was using this magic power to vanish, rather than simply moving too fast,”

“This is Killer Bat, a shadow that specializes in assasination abilities. Too bad for you,” said Zola, before Killer Bat smirked and took off like a speeding dart for 116 Bulma. He stretched outward from Zola's feet, extending like a creature of rubber. However, 116 Bulma quickly rolled out of the way in the air to dodge the giant beast's fist.

“Ok. Giant monster shadow...didn't see that coming,” said 116 Bulma, before dodging a claw swipe. She used that moment to blast forward and nail Killer Bat with a powerful right cross. Despite his larger size, the Shadow fell back.

“UGH!!!” went Zola, her head going back as if someone invisible had punched her at the exact time 116 Bulma struck Killer Bat.

“Look! She got hurt too!” shouted 116 Trunks.

“Oh-ho. It appears whatever your Shadow feels...you do too!” smirked 116 Bulma.

“A drawback of the Shadow power....I agree,” said Zola, wiping some blood off her cheek.

“Not exactly fitting for an assassin...since you gave me a bigger target to hit!” shouted 116 Bulma, her hands glowing before she fired a barrage of energy blasts at Killer Bat. The creature roared in agony, as Zola stepped, wounds and burns popping up all over her body.

“Zola!” shouted the girl from the U-67 group.

“Its ok, Kluke! Zola's been through worst!” shouted Shu.

Zola gritted her teeth, before swinging her arm downward. Killer Bat imitated her, swiping the ground to throw up a dust cloud to distract 116 Bulma. She then chanted something under her breath and the dust turned into thick smoke.

116 Bulma coughed, before saying, “Not original for an assassin, you know!” Suddenly she was punched hard by a giant fist. “What? Where'd that...?” she began, before being cut hard from a swipe of large claws. It cut through her outfit and through a good layer of her bulk.
“Originality doesn't compare to what works! If you surrender, this pain will end,” shouted Zola's voice, before 116 Bulma was smashed hard into the ground by two fists clenched together.

“Ok...you want to fight with magic? I'll show you some of my own!” shouted 116 Bulma, her finger glowing. “Turn into cotton candy!!!”

There was a bright flash of pink energy, before all the smoke suddenly turned into fluffy pink cotton candy!

"Yummy!" grinned Bulma, as all the cotton candy floated to her and she rolled into one giant ball before munching at it like a hungry animal.

“Wait...that technique...!!!” shouted Piccolo, the green-skinned Namek from Goku's party and timeline. He looked to another group that was watching: the one from Universe 4.

“That's my technique...” frowned the Super Buu of that universe, the pink clay-like monster with his arms folded across his muscular chest. It was the timeline when he emerged victorious over the Z-fighters of that dimension and absorbed them all to make himself the most powerful warrior there.

“Buu! How does that fat female know your power?!” shouted Babidi, the one from Universe 11. He was shouting to the pink monster similar to Super Buu, except much fatter and gentler-looking.

“Me no know. But Buu feel like Fat Lady is like Buu...” said Fat Buu, scratching his head.

116 Bulma sighed, now filled with cotton candy, as the wounds on her belly slowly vanished. They had been healing up.

“It's times like this I'm glad I have this body now,” smiled 116 Bulma, the cuts completely closed as if they were never there in the first place.

“Healing too...” said Goku, “Just like Buu...” He looked over to his 116 counterpart, and said, “Ok...Me...I mean Goku...its time you tell us what's up with your world's Bulma,”

116 Goku held up his hands and replied, “Well...it's a long story, but to make things simple...our Bulma ate our Maijin Buu...”

“...Excuse me...?” asked Vegeta.

“It's no joke. I was fighting Buu when it happened. He got frustrated fighting me and used that weird beam technique of his to turn me into chocolate. I thought it was some other attack and blew it back at him. Boy, was I surprised when he suddenly turned into a chocolate bar!”

“You have to got to be kidding me...” sweatdropped Goten, “You're serious?”

“And Bulma....well she was a bit shaken at the moment and saw a moment to be rid of Buu forever....so she ate him,”

“That obviously had some effects though. Buu's magic and influence merged with Bulma...and turned her into a fusion of them both. The first change was just developing a figure like his, but then she started getting stronger and developing Buu's powers. And so...” continued 116 Goku.

“Enough,” said a Namek official, “The story is too long to explain. If anyone wishes to know the whole story, they should read the records on the website of the art of the Deviants. They were written by Master Pendragon,”

“Wait...was that a plug breaking the fourth wall...?” asked a confused Trunks.

“So regeneration is among your abilities? I was right not to underestimate you...” said Zola, as 116 Bulma landed in front of her. “The answer is quite simple...I just have to hurt you faster than you heal!” she shouted, before charging forward. She repeatedly attacked 116 Bulma with her fists and feet. 116 Bulma responded with blocks and counters, trying to get her own attacks through. Zola dodged and blocked them all, but continued to be unable to hit 116 Bulma back. The two were left at a stalemate.

“Her magic makes her fast enough to keep up with me! And makes her strong enough for me to feel it! Plus that Shadow of hers is no joke!” thought 116 Bulma, before she saw a black spot around Zola's feet twitching. It was her regular shadow, which Killer Bat had sunk into when Zola began her current assault. “She's trying to leave me open for one of his attacks!”

Killer Bat's face could seen as he sped out for 116 Bulma, his claws ready.

“No time! What can I...? Oh wait...that's it!” shouted 116 Bulma, “Your smaller size does make you a harder target! Let's fix that!” She smirked as she pointed her glowing figure at Zola.

“?!!!” went Zola, about to say something when she was zapped by the pink beam. Her body immediately expanded like a big balloon, her now huge body jiggling as she looked on in shock. She was almost as big as the laughing 116 Bulma. “What did you do?!!”

“Just making sure you didn't get tempted to make any fat jokes about me,” grinned 116 Bulma, “Though I was nice to make sure your clothes fit,”

“...” went Zola, noted her clothes had adjusted to her new size, though her choice of attire meant everyone could see her huge, wobbling belly.

“And I fixed up Killer Bat too,”

“?!!!” went Zola, before summoning Killer Bat from her regular shadow. She was morified to see her Shadow now. Instead of being a huge blue bat with a humanoid body, it had turned into a tiny, cute, round, pink cartoony bat.

“I don't think he'd be doing any assassinations looking like THAT,” laughed 116 Bulma, her body jiggling like jello as her laughter grew heavier and heavier.

“...” went Zola, before grinning. “I surrender...”

“What, wait? Zola!!!!” shouted Shu.

“She completely stripped my fangs and claws, Shu. I can not fight with this unfamilar body and my Shadow like this. And since this is only a tournament with nothing on the line aside for magical wishes to fufill one's avarice...I find no point to continuing,”

“The winner! Bulma from Universe 116!” shouted the announcer.

“Oh man...that means I got to fight again...oh well...” sighed 116 Bulma, as she waddled out of the ring. “At least I can snack in the meantime,”

“Wait, you don't want to fight here? Why did you even join?” asked Vegeta, confused.

“Because they wouldn't let my Vegeta or Goku enter without me! Apparently I was an interesting element they wanted in!” frowned 116 Bulma, “My Vegeta didn't complain...on the outside...but my Goku whined like a big baby and pleaded again and again until I gave up! I guess some things never change,”

“...” went 116 Goku and Vegeta.

"Hey wait. Before you go, do you think you could fix me?" asked Zola, "I am no longer your opponent, and I will not take any vendetta against you for my lost,"

"Fine, have it your way," said 116 Bulma, before zapping Zola again with her pink beam. Zola shrunk down back to her normal size. She also healed Zola's wounds out of courtesy. "Damn canon..."

"Back to normal," smiled Zola, making sure everything was back to normal. She called forth Killer Bat, who too was back to his old self.

“Now if you excuse me, I have sweets to munch on,” smiled 116 Bulma.

“Ugh...you're just going to get fatter, you know,” said Vegeta.

“Hey, I'm his wife, not yours,” said 116 Bulma, pointing to 116 Vegeta. “Your Bulma is nice and skinny...be happy with that. I happen to like being like this...got it?!!!”

“Yes, maim!” shouted Vegeta, shivered.

“Guess you can't say no to any version of your wife,” grinned Goku.

“Weren't you the one who was crying at your wife's feet the other day?” asked Vegeta with a frown.

“Trust me. Its not as bad as you think,” said 116 Vegeta, putting an arm the best he could around his Bulma, before the two went off to eat together.

“I guess no one should really complain. That's not our Bulma...just another version of her,” sweatdropped Goten.

“Yeah...and who could really say how canon this with all the timelines and such?” added Trunks.
Majin Buulma Extra #1: Versus a Killer Shadow!!!
A little extra chapter I wrote for my Majin Buulma series. This is a cross-over with Saligar and Gogeta Jr.'s Dragon Bull Multiverse. Here, Bulma from Universe 116 (The universe in which my series takes place) takes part in the great tournament against a ice cold woman with a very unusual shadow...

The Vargas and the Multi-dimensional tournament, as well as all of DBM are the creations and property of Saligar and Gogeta Jr. as well as their many assistants. I just got their permission to use this and submit it here.

Dragon Ball and all its characters belong to Akira Toriyama, their creator.

Blue Dragon, Shu, Kluke, Jiro, Marumaru, Zola, and Killer Bat all belong to Mistwalker, Artoon, and Microsoft. The art was headed by Toriyama-sama himself.

For all you Dragon Multiverse fans, don't worry. This is completely non-canon to the actual series, unless the creators say otherwise.
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This journal is so I can list the MMOs I'm currently playing (and will play soon) so I can team up with anyone who interested. This will be updated from time to time.

Final Fantasy XIV: A Realm Reborn (PS4. But PC and PS3 owners can play with us too)
Name: Tomas Aurora.
Main Class: Lv. 50 Black Mage.
Server: Moogle (EU) 
Grand Company: The Maelstrom
Free Company: None. I am looking to join one, especially if they have ranked up to have housing. I am also thinking of forming one myself with the Maelstrom (Calling it the Old Sea Cats' Company if I do). I would need three other players on the server to help me start it.
How Often I'm On: Almost every day.

Star Wars: The Old Republic
Server: The Harbinger
Toons:
Republic:
Tom-Ber (Jedi Knight/Sentinel. DPS Is my favorite and main one. Capped at 55)
Verkan (Smuggler/Scoundrel. DPS)
Tomrai (Trooper/Vanguard. Tank)
Isakar (Jedi Consular/Shadow. Tank)

Sith Empire:
Nemean-Leo (Sith Warrior/Juggernaut. Tank)
Duren-Mak (Bounty Hunter/Mercenary. DPS)
Ronin-Sai (Imperial Agent/Sniper. DPS)
Jagar-Leol (Sith Inquisitor/Sorcerror. DPS. Dark Side)
Byakkos (Sith Inquisitor/Assassin. Tank. Light side)
How I'm often I'm on: Almost every day

Elder Scrolls Online (Waiting for Xbox One release)
Server: N/A yet
Character: Choosing to be a Khajit Nightblade. This means I will be a member of the Aldmeri Dominion (unless I use the special edition's ability to choose your alliance despite your race. Though not likely to happen since I like the AD so far)


Non-Server MMOs
Xbox One: SpeedyFeline
Diablo 3-Demon Hunter
Destiny: Hunter

Steam: TomPendragon

Borderlands: The Pre-Sequel (PC version)
Character: Frag-Trap.
How Often I'm On: Almost everyday

Payday 2 (PC through Steam)
How Often I'm On: Not too often. You may have to call me on to play.
Just post here or in a note if you guys want to join up some time.
  • Listening to: Hooked on a Feeling
  • Reading: Rinne
  • Watching: Toons TV
  • Playing: Disgaea 4: A Promise Revisted
  • Eating: Red Baron Pizza
  • Drinking: Light Pink Lemonade
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“Ah...so there you are...the one with interesting tattoos...”

The young man, whose hands and feet had been chained up, looked up to see an old woman, dressed in a orange robe, blue arrow tattoos on her hands. The woman eyed the tattoo of the two birds on the young man's tanned left arm and a black cat on his right.

“...Careful with this one. He really bruised some of our best men before we could capture him...and he stinks of moon blossom,” said the officer, who had escorted the old woman.

“Just shows your men need to exercise more...” said the young man with a half smile. His hair was loose and hanging over his shoulders while a strip of hair was on his chin. The tattooed young man was dressed in a black sleeveless vest with a red shirt and black pants, covering a body strong with muscles. “It doesn't really count if you shock someone unconcious...”

“I'll be ok...” said the old woman, approaching the young man. “Your neck has a bad burn...” she said, examining a glove shaped burn on the man's neck. “Here, take some of this,” she said, taking out a pouch and scooping out some green salve to rub onto it.

“So what does an air monk want with a punk like me?” said the young man, sitting there as the old woman rubbed his neck's burn.

She examined the man's face and said, “Those bounds...its because you're a bender , aren't you?”

“Smart lady...earth bender to be exact...” said the man, “Shook things really up before one of those goons got the drop on me..”

“You do have the look...though I wonder...”

“Huh?”

“Its been about 20 years since Avatar Korra's death...and we've been hearing about a man who can bend all four elements...with a very interesting tattoo on his arm...”

The young man was about to say something, but only frowned when he saw the old woman's smile.

“Ah ground it...news travels fast in this day...”

“My name is Jinora...and we've been looking for you...the new Avatar...” said the old woman, tying a banduage around the man's neck to allow his burn to heal.

The man just frowned, “Well my name is Hung...and I'm not who you think I am...”

To the guard's shock and the old woman's surprise, the man suddenly stood up, his arm bounds falling off!

“You know how many locks and cages I've been in? I've gained a sixth sense for picking them,” smirked Hung, before punching downward. A spike of earth shot up as he did so, causing the leg bounds to break under the combined force of the spike and his fist. “I don't know what you want with me, lady, but the Avatar doesn't exist right now,” said Hung, before thrusting his arms, causing a blast of air to blow the old woman and the guard off their feet.

Meanwhile...

“Ugh...what is taking Miss Jinora so long?!” frowned Megumi Satou, as the short and somewhat stocky young woman sat, his arms folded across her chest. She was in the lobby of the Republic City police station. The girl was very short, just a bit under five feet, and had roundish cheeks. Megumi wore a dark jacket with an orange shirt, and had arrow tattoos on her hands, going under her sleeves to indicate they went up her arms. On her back was some kind of staff, made of a red wood.

“Hey! You can't have an animal in here!”

Megumi looked to see an unusual trio and a furry creature being yelled at by a police officer.

“This is our pygmy puma, Jun. He's well-trained, don't worry...” said a young man with long black hair, dressed in a sunbaked tan coat and pants. On his back was some kind of case made of a thick skin from some animal. “We're here because you brought in our friend,”

“Iwao will keep Jun from being naughty,” said a very tall and muscular man, dressed in a sleeveless blue shirt and pants. The man must have been over seven and a half feet tall, towering over his friends. He had a shaved head, except for a single tyed tail of hair, and a gentle look in his eyes. The man picked up the dog-sized cat sitting by his feet into his arms like a baby.

The third member was a small girl, younger than the others, with brownish hair and a thin, petite frame. The girl was shorter than Megumi, her head just reaching the black haired man's chest and the giant man's waist. She said nothing as she looked to Jun and petted him gently.

Suddenly, the room shook like an earthquake was hitting it, causing things and people to fall.

A nearby pot landed on the black haired man's foot, causing him to yell, “YEOOOOWWWW!!!” He hopped around on one foot, screaming, before frowning, “Yeah...that's probably Hung now...”

Megumi got to her feet in time to see a door go flying open, followed by several policemen.

“Look, I can't stay here. Just get out of my way and nobody gets hurt,” said the young man, who stepped out the door.

“YAHHHHHHHHHH!!!” screamed a policeman, his glove sparking with electricity, as he ran up to the man from behind.

“Not this time,” said the man, catching the policeman by the arm and tossing him to the ground. He waved his hands, causing the earth to rise over the policeman, and wrap around him like banduages. “Now you stay there and be a good boy,”

“Seriously, Hung?!!! I figured you may break out, but this kind of trouble?!!!” shouted the black-haired man.

“Don't blame the tiger for having its fangs, Kichiro. Blame nature for giving it fangs,”

“TIGERS DON'T CAUSE MASSIVE DESTRUCTION WITH BENDING!!!”

“Iwao just happy to see Hung again!” cried the large man, giving Hung a rather crushing hug.

“Oh...easy there, big guy...save a couple ribs uncracked...”

“Myaarrr...” said Jun, rubbing against Hung's leg affectionately.

The small girl tugged on Hung's vest, pointing to the policemen around them.

“Oichi's right, you bozos. Let's save all the sappy stuff when we're not a stone's throw away from jail,” said Hung, Iwao letting him go. “And speaking of a stone's throw...” he said, rocks hovering around his fingers. The rocks shot off like fast balls, nailing the officers on the legs to knock them off their feet.

“These guys are just cops! Don't hurt them that bad!” shouted Kichiro, waving his arms before thrusting his hands out. The sack on his back suddenly opened up and a blast of water shot out. It thrusted through the air like a whip, swepping several police off their feet.

“Me no like fighting, but not let friends get hurt!” shouted Iwao, charging through the cluster of cops like a rhino. His size and strength allowed him to toss them around like dolls.

“What's with these guys? An earthbender, a waterbender, and a human locomotive?!!!” thought a stunned Megumi, “No...this is not right. I have to stop them...”

Oichi looked up and pointed to the ceiling, Hung looking up as well in response.

“Ah-ha! Good thinking, Oichi!” shouted Hung, seeing the sprinklers above them. He and Oichi both took a step forward, waving their arms, before thrusting their hands upward. Both shot a small fireball that dissolved against the metal sprinklers. However, the extreme heat caused them to turn, causing a massive downpour onto everyone and everything.

“Ah! Where are they?!!” shouted an officer, the confusion allowing the group to make a run for it.

“Did that guy just use both earth AND fire?!!!” shouted another officer.

“Wait, why are we going upstairs?! We want to go OUT of the building!” shouted Kichiro, following Hung up the stairwell with Iwao, Oichi, and Jun.

“Just trust me!” shouted Hung, running for the window. He threw a rock of rubble with his bending to smash it open, before leaping out. Hung then waved his arms, causing water from the nearby river to swirl up into a watersprout that caught and safetly lowered the group down.

“Earth...fire...and now water?!!” thought Megumi, having followed the group to see their escape. “No way...he's the Avatar?!!!”

“As cool as that was, I think we need to make tracks between us and all those cops we just made angry,” said Kichiro, rubbing some of the water out of his hair.

“Way ahead of you,” said Kichiro, before taking a deep breath and putting his fingers in his mouth to make a whistle.

“SCRRREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!”

Something massive came running, or rather, floating, upon call. It was a large lizard, as big as an air bison, with thick green scales, a long neck, and strange black protrusions coming out of the bottom of its feet. The lizard had some kind of bar in its mouth attached to reins that lead to a large multi-seated carriage to carry multiple people strapped to its body.

“Hey there, Qiu! I knew you would be nearby, girl,” said Hung with a smile, before the lizard licked him like a dog. “Oh good...now I smell like polevern spit...”

“Screee!!!” called out the lizard as the group leaped into her saddle, and Hung snapped her reins. “Screeee!!!” she howled again, before lifting into the air as if hovering and blasting off as fast as a car.

“A polevern...that's going to be tricky to keep up with...” said Megumi, before grabbing her staff, “But not impossible,”
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“WHAT JUST HAPPENED HERE?!!!” shouted Chief Arun, when he walked into the office to see it looked like a huge storm blew through.The heavy set mustached man had rubbed his eyes, hoping it was just a trick, but no success.

“We had a prisoner...and he kind of escaped...” said an officer, before Arun grabbed him by the collar.

“There's no 'kind of' escape, you idiot!”

“I'm afraid that's my fault...”

“Lady Jinora!” shouted Arun, reconizing the master of the Airbender's temple in Republic City. He realized his underling and bowed politely.

“That prisoner is of great importance. We worried about his safety, and I was arranging to have him taken into my custody.  His cell was opened when he somehow unlocked his arm cuffs and he was able to escape when we were taken by surprise,”

Arun looked around at the ruined hall and said, “Needing personal safety doesn't come to mind when you think about who did this...but how did he unlock his cuffs in the first place?”

“I believe I have the answer for that, Chief!”

“Oh no...” groaned Arun, rubbing his hands down his face when he reconized that fancy talking voice. He turned his head to see a young man with hair tied back all fancy, dressed in a neatly kept suit. The man was holding the cuffs that had bound Hung until he escaped.

“Inspector Sou Bei Fong, at your service, sir!” smiled the man, giving a salute. “And it is a pleasure to see you again, Lady Jinora!”

“Hello Little Sou,” smiled Jinora; she knew him he was a small child since she had been friends with his grandmother.

“Still calling me that...?” blushed Sou, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment.

“Look, Sou...I know you have gotten some tough cases solved...but you've let others go away! The risk of you making this worst great outweighs the slim chance you'll do something worthwhile,” frowned Arun. It was true Sou had a sharp mind and a strong sense of justice...but he was too much of a dreamer and show off and often got distracted, allowing suspects to get away or making some stupid mistake like dropping and breaking important clues.

“You had something, Little Sou?” asked Jinora, ignoring Arun.

“Yes. Upon closer exalimation of these cuffs and their locks, I see some green poutice has been forced in and used to...how you say...'gum up the works,'” said Sou.

Jinora put her hand to her chin, and said, “Oh...that may have been my fault. I was rubbing some healing salve on his neck. I did get pretty close to him..and the salve is made of a special clay to contain the healing properties of the other ingredients. He must have been able to bend it into the locks and pick it,”

“Not necessarily. With his hands bound...he could only do so much with his fingers. But he didn't need to turn the tumblers like a rock. Just smash them enough to break them and release the locks,” smiled Sou.

“Oh...that's interesting, Sou...” began Arun with a half-smile, before his face turned bright red. “BUT RATHER USELESS!!! IT DOESN'T CHANGE THE FACT HE BROKE FREE!!!”

Sou sweated a bit and went, “Oh yeah...guess so...”

“I must find him and soon,” sighed Jinora, about to leave.

“Wait...my lady. One question...” said Sou, “My fellow officers told me that there were three others with the escapee...four if you count their pgymy puma. They told me they each had a special bending ability. The escapee was an earthbender, one of his friends was a waterbender, and another a firebender. But...they also mentioned the escapee bended both air and fire too. Now...correct me if I'm wrong...but doesn't being able to bend more than just element mean...that person is the Avatar?”
“Phew...that's a relief...” said Hung, now sitting with his friends in a more seedy district of Republic City they were hiding in. He had gotten time to tie back his hair with a band, putting it into a ponytail. They were leaning against Qiu, Jun resting his head on Hung's lap.

Oichi held up a pair of glasses to Hung, making him smile.

“Thanks, Oichi. These must have dropped when that guard got that cheap shot with the shock glove,” said Hung, taking them and putting them on. He was somewhat near-sighted without them.

Kichiro frowned, “You know...you wouldn't have gone to jail and we wouldn't be on the run again from the law if you didn't get in trouble with that cop,”

“You think they have better things to do than go after suspicious looking guys? Tell me...what exactly about me looks suspicious?” said Hung, outstretching his arms. “Ok...besides the tattoos...”
“Well it could be the fact you smell of moon blossoms....you know its illegal!”

“That's not my fault. Besides, there's plenty of worst criminals out there. Robbers...murderers...but no...the cops have to chase after people who like to chew on the petals of a plant to relax themselves just because some fat cat wanted it illegal because they don't have enough...,” shot back Hung, before stopping. He looked at his hands and saw they were trembling. “Oh boy...here we go again...Kichiro...”

Kichiro sighed, “I know its against the law...but you're right. Until you settle your demons...” He reached into a pouch on his belt and pulled out several luminous pedals. “Only three. That should give you plenty of time,”

“Thanks. Its too dangerous without it...and....I...I...I just can't stand seeing them again...especially her...” said Hung, taking the pedals and putting them into his mouth to chew them up. “Why me? Why am I the Avatar?”

“Search me, buddy. Wish we knew more. But we've been too busy running and keeping a low profile. Or we would, if you didn't show off you can bend more than just one element...:

“I'm sorry. You know I have to work with what I got when I take pedals...”

“Please stop fighting. Hung and Kichiro friends, right?” whimpered Iwao.

“Wow, you are a mess,”

“?!!!!” went the four and their animals when they saw a short, stocky girl in their hideaway. She was holding some kind of glider that she immediately folded into a staff.

“I saw that girl before! The short girl with the arrow tattoos!” shouted Kichiro, “Wait...arrow...oh darn it! Of course! She's an Airbender! She must have used that glider to follow us!”'

“Short?!!!” frowned Megumi, eyes turning red.

“Well, duh. You are a pipsqueek. A chubby one at that...” said Hung.

“I'm stocky! It's not all fat, you rock-headed disaster!” shouted Megumi.

“Hey! I wouldn't have been in that situation if your stupid cops didn't throw me in there in the first place! You may not understand, Airhead, but me and my friends don't have the luxury of being able to stay in one place too long!” shouted Hung, standing up and looking down to Megumi; he stood over six feet tall against her barely five.

“Oh, why would that be?! You can't stand being still for one second?!”

“No! I can't explain it further than trouble follows us if we're not careful. And if you found us then...” began Hung, before his eyes widened. He looked around, before jumping forward and tackling Megumi to the ground.

“Hey! Get off me, you...” began Megumi, before she saw some kind of thrown and stuck in the ground where she had been standing. “What the?”

“That wasn't for me. It was for you. I'm too valuble to kill...but seeing someone die in front of you is a good distraction...” said Hung, standing up and taking Megumi's hand to help her up.

“You saved me...” said Megumi, blushing slightly. She then shook her head and pulled her hand away, saying, “You creep! Why are you touching my hand anyway?”

“Don't you even pay attention?!!! Your head must be nothing but air!”

“Oh, ho, ho, ho...how amusing...”

A figure came down from the sky; it was a tall thin man with a shaved head, goggles, and some kind of aviator's outfit fitted with some kind of armor. On his hips were multiple sheaths, each one holding dozens of tiny but incredibly sharp knives.

“I was hoping that one moment you saw that little pudgy pig fall, I could snatch you and bring back,” said the would-be assassin.

Hung frowned, “You're one of them, aren't you? Like rubble I'm going back to that quagmire. And neither are my friends!”

“Your friends were valuble test subjects...but they lived past their use. You're the only one we need now, Avatar,” said the assassin, “They're worthless now...”

That comment made Hung grit teeth with a low growl.

“I'm not the Avatar. Not anymore. I blew that chance,” said Hung, “But I'm still going to ground you up into dust if you don't fly out of here now,” He removed his glasses and placed them into a pocket.

“How observant of you. You noted my weapon was propelled by my airbending. I underestimated your speed...but you were the order's most promising subject...still are, despite your smell...”

“Smell?” thought Megumi, before sniffing the air near Hung. “A flower?”

“Before you three smashed up the place and escaped, you snatched a whole bunch of moon blossoms. You observed they helped us control our subjects when they got out of control. Made them calm and focused. But it had a special little effect on benders...”

A boulder came flying for the man, making him leap into the air with a spin, propelling up with air. The wing like protrusions on his arm enhanced that leap.

“Are we going to fight or what?” asked Hung, before bending the earth to create a land pillar for him to leap off of.  “Kichiro!”

“Sure thing!” shouted Kichiro, grabbing his skin-sack and throwing it to Hung. He caught it and spun in the air, kicking hard. The water in the sack popped out and followed through, sending a blade of water alongside his leg.

The assassin drew several throwing blades from the sheaths on his hips, before tossing them. He swung his hands after doing so, causing the knives to direct their path towards Hung.

"Missed me!" laughed the assassin, leaping away to safety. “Now that I have a better idea of your speed and style, I can bend the wind to control the tracherory of my weapons!”

“Grrr...” frowned Hung, bending the air to blow them back, but only barely in time.

“What is with this guy?!!!” shouted Megumi, she and the others watching.

“He's one of the people chasing us. Probably one of their underlings they trained. Their specialty is figuring out how to make benders even more dangerous. We should know...they used us to figure it out...” frowned Kichiro.

“Iwao no want to remember those days...” whimpered Iwao, Oichi shivering in fear.

“Shouldn't we help? We're benders and the big guy is practically an unstoppable object!”

“Trust us. Its better for Hung. He's already hindered enough without us in the way...” sighed Kichiro.

The assassin chased Hung, still throwing directed knives at the so-called Avatar.

Hung used water from the sack to redirect attacks and air to blast him further. He also bended earth to act as a shield when there was not enough time.

“You're good...” panted Hung, before charging close. “If I get close enough, he won't have time to prepare a throw and I can get in an attack!” thought Hung, his hands ablaze. He thrusted a ball of fire at the assassin, but the thin man smirked and blew some more air with his bending. A wall of wind shielded him from the flame and smothered it.

“Such a weak flame I can easily snuff out! It's only because you've been bad and taking those moon blossoms. Whatever's going on in that head of yours...is it worth making your bending much weaker?!!!” laughed the assassin.

“What did he say?” asked a surprised Megumi.

“...Yeah. Moon blossoms are said to have some kind of property that messes with the Spirit Realm. Eating them does calm you down and help you think straight, but it also has the effect of weakening a bender's abilities,” explained Kichiro.

“But why would Hung do that to himself?!”

“...Trust us...having power isn't always the best thing...”

Hung growled and stomped the ground to lift a large rock, before kicking it at the assassin. The assassin simply spun again and redirected the rubble away into the distance.
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At that time...

“Mmm...lunch time!” smiled Lau Gan-Jia, the 3rd president of the company, Cabbage Corp., as he sat down at his desk. A servant brought him a bowl of his favorite food: cabbage stew. “I've been waiting all day for this!” smiled Gan-Jia, holding a pair of chopsticks. Suddenly, something busted through the window, smashing the bowl and spilling the stew all over Gan-Jia.  “MY CABBAGE STEW!!!”
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“I can't believe you're supposed to be the Avatar...just be lucky my orders are to capture, not kill. Its getting rather hard to follow them if you're going to fight like this,” said the assassin to a panting Hung, who was downed on one knee.

“You're right...I can't fight at the full potential of being the Avatar....” said Hung, “I can't trust myself with that kind of power though...it costed me so much. But...” He then quickly dove and stomped the earth.

“Huh?!!!” shouted the assassin, seeing his feet sink into the ground.

“In order to survive with such a disability, I had to learn how to fight smarter!” shouted Hung, swinging both fists into the assassin's midsection.

“GUAHHHHHHH!!!” gagged the assassin, unable to be knocked back due to his feet being trapped.

“I see! Because he bent the earth to get that goon stuck in the ground, not only did Hung keep him from moving, but made his punches stronger!” shouted Megumi.

“Yes. Normally, force would have been lost from the fall back. But by trapping his enemy in one stop, Hung was able to keep the force in one place,” continued Kichiro.

“Hung so smart!” grinned Iwao, Oichi smiling with a nod.

“Ouch...so you actually have some bite in you...” said the assassin, feeling like his stomach had been used like a training bag. “But I got a surprise for you too...” he smirked, before waving his arms, causing a wind spiral to lift him up, breaking the ground under him for freedom. “My weapons aren't the only thing that can fly how I like!” shouted the assassin, diving in the air for Hung, as he drew a knife in each hand.

Hung waved his arms and swung his right arm like he was clawing the air, causing the water from Kichiro's sack to shoot out likewise.

“MISSED!!!” shouted the assassin, veering out of the way.

“Wasn't aiming for your head!” shouted Hung, the water stream slamming into the assassin's foot. The force caused him to start tumbling through the air.

“WAIT! WAIT! I CAN'T CONTROL...” screamed the assassin, right before he smashed face first into a wall.

“And now to make sure you can't do anything else!” shouted Hung, before swinging more water at the assassin. As soon as it made contact, Hung clenched his hand into a fist, causing the water to freeze, binding his attacker to the wall. “I know you hit that wall pretty hard, but I know you're still concious, if just barely, so listen up. I don't give one freaking stone about myself. I die: a new, probably better, Avatar will be born after some time. But as long as I'm still here...I'm never letting anything to happen to my friends. Whether its you, your masters, any other stone-brained moron...or my own power....I'll do what I need to do to keep them safe,”

“....” said a stunned Megumi, speechless from what he just saw and heard.

“And that's why he's our buddy...even if much of that trouble he talks is caused by himself,” said Kichiro.

“Oh? And who was it again that caused those mobsters to chase us all over the Fire Nation?” asked Hung, overhearing Kichiro.

“I was trying to make us some money after you got us into debt from that tea shop you wrecked! It was a good gig; selling my working remedies! How was I supposed to know that guy would have an allergic reaction ?!!! Only one in...”

“Guys, calm down!” frowned Megumi, standing between them. “This is not a good place to...”

“Ah-ha! My keen detective skills have worked wonders yet again!”

“Oh sure...and the fact that fight was clearly visible from a good distance was a minor detail...”

The group looked to see Jinora, two official looking men, and over a dozen cops.

“Oh great...here we go again...” sighed Hung, “You think I'd get some time for my various body parts to stop aching but...”

“Master Jinora?” asked Megumi, seeing the old woman, her teacher.

“There you are. You shouldn't have run off without telling me, Megumi. Your grandmother would be worried,” sighed Jinora.

“I can take care of myself, thank you,” huffed Megumi.

“Says the girl I saved not too long ago...” said Hung, rolling his eyes.

“You be quiet, you Hard-Headed Hooligan!”

“Oh, nice alliteration!”

Sou walked over to Hung, hand cuffs ready. “Now then...you, my friend, despite being the Avatar, are under arrest for resisting arrest, escaping from authority, injuring several officers on duty, causing untold...”

“You do realize while you were talking, I just handcuffed you instead?” asked Hung, pointing to the cuffs now around Sou's wrists.

“WHAAAAAAT?!!!” screamed Sou, “That's the third time that's happened! Uh...I mean, the first!”

“Ugh...” sighed Arun, rubbing his face with his hand.

“Chief, if you will...I will be taking Mr. Hung and his friends into my care now,” said Jinora.

“What? I don't care who their ringleader is! He's still a fugitive and...” began Arun, before an officer stopped him.

“Sir...its former Commisoner Bei Fong on the radio...” began the officer, pointing to their vehicle.

“My grandma?” asked Sou.

“I called her before I came...figured I may need her help,” smiled Jinora.

Arun walked to the radio and answered it, “Look, maim. I know...I know. But...but...he's...yeah, but you're not...oh...ok...yeah...I understand...” He shivered a bit as he ended the call. “Ok. Hung, was it? You're free to go, provided you go with Miss Jinora here,”

“You'll be staying with me and my students on Air Temple island. Your air bending could use some work,” smiled Jinora.

“What?!! He's staying with us?!!” shouted Megumi; being a student, she also lived on the island.

“That a problem, Shorty?” asked Hung.

“You...” growled Megumi.

“Heh, heh, heh...the way you fight...I'm getting the feeling you two may make a cute couple someday,” smiled Jinora.

“UGH!!!! NO WAY!!!” shouted Hung and Megumi at the same time, faces red.

“Uh, Hung? Why are we going with the old woman? Shouldn't we be worried about the fact THEY may have found us?” whispered a worried Kichiro.

“We got no other choice. Its either a jail where we're at least surrounded by water...or a jail surrounded by bars. We can figure a way to sneak out later. We always do,” whispered Hung, before looking in a direction. “Ugh...not again...”

“What now? You seeing things again?”

“Yeah...that woman. Of all of them...I can't stand seeing her the most...” said Hung, taking his glasses and putting them on.
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Later...

“So this is Air Temple Island? Not a bad place...” said Hung, he and the others leaving the boat. Jun was on his shoulder, while Qiu was being helped off due to her large size.

“Don't relax. To stay here, you'll all have to pull your weight,” said Jinora, leading the way.
“That's not a problem for us. We're used to working odd jobs,” said Kichiro.

“Give any hard work to Iwao! Me will do good job!” smiled Iwao.

Hung sighed, “Well...maybe I can finally get a chance to clear my head now that we're not running. I may actually get some peace and...” He stopped and froze upon seeing a statue in the courtyard. “...who may I ask is that...”

“Oh? You should know. That's Avatar Korra, your predessor. She died about twenty years ago. But she did so much for us. You may have even seen her before. After all, the Avatar...” began Jinora, before she noticed Hung's face. “What's wrong?”

“IT'S HER!!! She's the one I've been seeing the most!!!” shouted Hung, terrified beyond belief. “No, no, no! This is not right! This is not right!”

“Hung...”

“Kichiro...please! I need it now!” shouted Hung, before his eyes flashed.

“?!!!” went a stunned Jinora, “His eyes...”

“Don't have to tell me twice!” yelled Kichiro, taking three pedals and running to Hung. “Iwao, hold him down! This episode is the worse one ever!”

“Right!” shouted Iwao, before grabbing Hung's arms to bind him.

“Chew these,” said Kichiro, putting the pedals in Hung's mouth.

“Hung...please...just listen to me...”

“SHUT UP!!! Stop looking at me like that! You're not her! You're not her!” shouted Hung, before taking the pedals and chewing them up. He sighed and calmed down, as he watched the blue woman with the ponytail, dressed in the garb of a waterbender vanish before his eyes. He breathed heavily and said, “...Thank you...Kichiro...”

“Its ok, man. Its ok,” said Kichiro, patting him on the back as Iwao let him go.

“What was that all about?!!” shouted Megumi.

“Look, some things are better left in the past! Just drop it!” shouted Kichiro.

“...That would be best for now...I think you should rest for a while, Hung. The rest of us will prepare dinner,” said Jinora, before walking off. “But we will talk...I think there are some things you need to understand...”

“...” said Hung, just standing there. “...why me? Why am I cursed with this?”

The path of the Avatar is never easy. For Hung...his trials have begun. His first is the one within...
Avatar: The Trials of Hung
Something I just put up after following my inspiration. A chapter of the Avatar saga I thought that takes place after the LOK series. Featuring the new Avatar; Hung, a troubled young man with a dark past. He feels that being the Avatar is not a blessing, but a curse. Can he overcome the trials set before him?

Hung is a character I've been wanting to do for a while. A rather dark character who is tormented within; whose fears and grips on reality are constantlly under assault by the duties set before him. In order to keep with the theme of Avatar, I felt giving Hung a habit of using rock-based words for aggravation would fit considering he was an earthbender to start.

Megumi is another first for me. I designed her to be rather different from previous Avatar heroines. She went through several ideas before I set on her being an Airbender. I definitely felt making her body type different from traditonal ones would help with her character. Having her and Hung always fighting is also one thing I feel will make their evolving relationship more unique.

Hung's friends (Along with Megumi and Hung would be the new Team Avatar I guess) were developed as I wrote. Kichiro is the light-hearted comedic "doctor" of the group for example to clash with Hung's more darker, Hellboy-like, sense of humor.

Sou Bei Fong, as expected, is Lin's grandson (thus making him Toph's descendant) and a character I rather enjoyed writing. A sharp and intelligent detective whose dreams border on delusion and often lead to his own Clouseau-type goofs. He was put in as I wrote, but I'm glad I put him in.

As for the assassin and the men behind him...I shall leave quiet for now. Not sure when or if I would continue, but this is a series I do seem to like writing should it be recived well. It allowed me to further demonstrate Hung's weakneses and how he overcomes them.

The Cabbage Man joke was just something I wanted to add for a laugh. He's not the original or his son from LOK, but rather the third in the luckless merchants. I'm not sure of how correct I am with his name, but Lau Gan-Jia  is supposed to be "Old Man Home Cabbage," as opposed to his father being, "Old Man Wild Cabbage,"

Just for fun, I added a "what-if" VA list for you guys. I know some of them are contracted, but this is just my feelings.

Hung: Jason Liebrecht (Ban Mido. Perfect arrogant and humorous voice)
Megumi: Coleen Clinkenbeard (If you don't know her, you haven't seen a lot of anime, lol. Hearing her as Rachel Moore is what I pictured for Megumi)
Kichiro: Vic Mignogna (Ed Elric, like almost no one would know that. Perfect to fit Kichiro)
Iwao: Ian Sinclair (Toriko. Need a big guy voice. I picture Toriko's, but more simple and happy go lucky)
Jinora: Kiernan Shipka (Same as the series, but now with her regular speaking voice, maybe slightly older sounding)
Sou: Dave Wittenberg (Kakashi Hatake and Teddie. I picture a voice similar to Teddie's)
Arun: Paul Eiding (Max Tennyson from Ben 10. His voice is who I hear when I picture Arun's)
The Assassin: Frank Welker (Something like a humanoid Megatron somewhat, I guess)
Lau Gan-Jia: James Sie (Cabbage Man 1 and 2, lol)

Feel free to comment, even for the VAs if you wish. 

Finally...the Avatar universe is owned by Nickelodeon, Michael Dante DiMartino, and Byran Konietzko. This is a fanfic I made of it.
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An idea came to me today as I was pondering ideas for works and such. I know in the past, people have requested again and again for my fics to be turned into comics and so on. Lacking the skill to draw them or money to commission artists for (Plus its rather annoying to be asked to pay for something someone else wants), I had to turn them all down.

However, it came to me that if you guys donated to such a cause, then my writings can become visual. 

The way this would work is I would present an idea I have done or new one (of my own choosing. This is not for requests!) and then you guys would offer up money as patrons. I would also need an artist to take on the commission, so the money would either to go to his paypal or mine (so I can pay him myself). The mimimum would be $5, but the more you donate, the more the artist would do (pages, colors, inks, etc).

Of course, the artist is the one who decides the price. Someone may want more than another artist for their work. 

Like Kickstarter, I can present goals for you guys to reach. These include additional characters to expand, more pages, colors, inks, professional work, etc.

Let me give you guys an example: (This is a fake one. Don't expect me to actually do this)

Name: Pokemon Expansion comic
Artist drawing: Joe Imafake
Pay To: Notarealemail@phoney.com
Goals:
$100: 4 pages. May and Misty
$150: 6 pages. Dawn and Iris added
$200: Colored Pages
$250: Serena added. Inked pages

Anyone who pays will of course by mentioned as a patron. I can also pay my fair share, but don't expect me or someone else to cover for the full product you want. You want it that good, you have to pay yourself.

My current two ideas I'm willing to start if an artist comes forth (or I can find one myself) are a comic version of my first Bobobo WG fic and a Nura: Rise of the Youkai Clan (Nurihyon no mago or "Nuhriyon's Grandson" as it is called in Japan) short comic.
  • Listening to: Bobobo: Wild Challenger
  • Reading: Rinne
  • Watching: Toons TV
  • Playing: FFXIV: A Realm Reborn
  • Eating: Red Baron Pizza
  • Drinking: Light Pink Lemonade
This journal is so I can list the MMOs I'm currently playing (and will play soon) so I can team up with anyone who interested. This will be updated from time to time.

Final Fantasy XIV: A Realm Reborn (PS4. But PC and PS3 owners can play with us too)
Name: Tomas Aurora.
Main Class: Lv. 50 Black Mage.
Server: Moogle (EU) 
Grand Company: The Maelstrom
Free Company: None. I am looking to join one, especially if they have ranked up to have housing. I am also thinking of forming one myself with the Maelstrom (Calling it the Old Sea Cats' Company if I do). I would need three other players on the server to help me start it.
How Often I'm On: Almost every day.

Star Wars: The Old Republic
Server: The Harbinger
Toons:
Republic:
Tom-Ber (Jedi Knight/Sentinel. DPS Is my favorite and main one. Capped at 55)
Verkan (Smuggler/Scoundrel. DPS)
Tomrai (Trooper/Vanguard. Tank)
Isakar (Jedi Consular/Shadow. Tank)

Sith Empire:
Nemean-Leo (Sith Warrior/Juggernaut. Tank)
Duren-Mak (Bounty Hunter/Mercenary. DPS)
Ronin-Sai (Imperial Agent/Sniper. DPS)
Jagar-Leol (Sith Inquisitor/Sorcerror. DPS. Dark Side)
Byakkos (Sith Inquisitor/Assassin. Tank. Light side)
How I'm often I'm on: Almost every day

Elder Scrolls Online (Waiting for Xbox One release)
Server: N/A yet
Character: Choosing to be a Khajit Nightblade. This means I will be a member of the Aldmeri Dominion (unless I use the special edition's ability to choose your alliance despite your race. Though not likely to happen since I like the AD so far)


Non-Server MMOs
Xbox One: SpeedyFeline
Diablo 3-Demon Hunter
Destiny: Hunter

Steam: TomPendragon

Borderlands: The Pre-Sequel (PC version)
Character: Frag-Trap.
How Often I'm On: Almost everyday

Payday 2 (PC through Steam)
How Often I'm On: Not too often. You may have to call me on to play.
Just post here or in a note if you guys want to join up some time.
  • Listening to: Hooked on a Feeling
  • Reading: Rinne
  • Watching: Toons TV
  • Playing: Disgaea 4: A Promise Revisted
  • Eating: Red Baron Pizza
  • Drinking: Light Pink Lemonade

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TomPendragon
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Artist | Hobbyist | Literature
United States
Current Residence: Somewhere on the east coast
Favourite genre of music: Anything that has a cool beat
Favourite style of art: Manga/Anime style
Skin of choice: My own with my nekomata fur
Favourite cartoon character: Garfield, Pucca, Garu
Personal Quote: I'm a firm believer that cats are smarter than humans. They aren't blowing each other up
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BBWonder Featured By Owner Aug 2, 2014  Student Digital Artist
Hi man.
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Hello!! Welcome to the Rangers! :iconthe-da-ranger-group: High-five! Hug We're happy ta have ya in the club!! ^___^ Yui Hirasawa (Castanets Dance) [V1]
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Robot001 Featured By Owner Apr 23, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Happy birthday dude!birthday cake 
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Kahuurinzan Featured By Owner Apr 4, 2014  Hobbyist Artist
Thank you for the watch! (*´∀`*)
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KingAsylus91 Featured By Owner Feb 27, 2014  Hobbyist Filmographer
Hey! Do you take point commissions?
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Indigo81 Featured By Owner Dec 17, 2013

Hey dude, have you heard about the writing contest that cartoonking1 is hosting?

 

The grand prize is a free Premium Membership!

 

cartoonking1.deviantart.com#/j…

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Hisano-x Featured By Owner Nov 25, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks for the :+devwatch:!
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silva592 Featured By Owner Sep 4, 2013
say do you accept request or art trades?
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TomPendragon Featured By Owner Sep 8, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Requests no. Trades...maybe.
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silva592 Featured By Owner Sep 8, 2013
may i ask for one?
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