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eleanorfenyxwrites · 3 years ago

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Hi y'all!

So I realized today that it's been about three months since I started cross-posting my stuff to ao3 (those of y'all who were here for After Each Midnight while it was still a wip will know that I've been writing for longer than that but anyway). With the latest fic I just posted, I now have 30 works published to ao3 within those three months! Which is wild to me!

Since that averages out to ten fics a month and I like round numbers, I decided to celebrate by listing my 10 favorite fics...of my own lol. Narcissistic? Maybe! But it's fun anyway!

This is a really long post as each rec includes a summary, an excerpt (or a few), and some personal notes/anecdotes about the writing process or what inspired me to write the fic, etc. so I'm putting it all under the break. If this doesn't sound like your cup of tea then of course please just skip over this one, but for anyone who wants to revisit some of my older works with me, or if you're curious about which fics I personally like the most, or if you want to talk about your favorite fics of mine in the replies or anything, then that's cool too! I just wanted to find a way to mark this down because it feels like something of an achievement ^_^

Thank you!

1. After Each Midnight Begins A New Day, (54,401 words, Rated E) Ship(s): 3zun, Wangxian Summary: When Lan Xichen wakes up the morning after the fifth anniversary of his life crumbling to rubble around him in Guanyin Temple, he's shocked to find both Nie Mingjue and Meng Yao in his bed, both whole and alive and...married to him?! (A time travel fix-it in which the time traveling and fixing of things has already been done by Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian, and Lan Xichen accidentally gets dragged along for the happily ever after.) Excerpt(s):

1. “Poor da-ge,” [Meng Yao] teases again, this time with a bit of an edge, and Lan Xichen cracks one eye open just enough to see him stripping first out of his shoes and socks, then his third layer of robes, then his second, until he’s dressed much as he had been the prior evening - in nothing but a black under-robe so sheer that it actually almost looks gray. It clings to all the petite, lithe curves of him and the sight makes Lan Xichen’s mouth practically water. “What if I want my turn with you now? What if I’m jealous that er-ge got to have you all to himself for hours , while your poor A-Yao had to go have a drink with Xian-didi just to pass the time.” “Oh gods you’re a beast too,” Nie Mingjue groans as Meng Yao slips on top of him gracefully to lean down and pepper kisses up and down his neck and shoulder. “Get off of me, foul creature. Go tempt our husband, I’m temporarily immune to your wiles.” “You’re never immune to my wiles, da-ge, and er-ge is meditating oh so diligently. He’s certainly not smiling and watching us through his lashes as if we’re not well aware of his tricks and what he likes to watch.” - 2. “It took years of practice, you with your painting and I with my answering, but when you were a teenager I finally decided on the best advice I could think to give you: Do not seek for every answer in this life all at once, Xichen,” he instructs with a smile as he returns to painting. “Let them come to you gently and in their season, and trust that all will be as it should in the end.” Lan Xichen takes another breath and returns to his painting with a slightly trembling hand - a trembling that ends up creating a lovely branch on the tree he is painting that, when he turns his head to look, is modeled almost exactly after the one growing in the garden behind the Gentian House, just beyond the window. “I don’t remember ever seeing this tree,” he whispers and Qingheng-Jun hums across from him in clear understanding. “And yet it flows from your brush all the same. Now we can all know that you have nothing to fear, your memories will also come to you in their season. Until then, allow yourself to rest, and remember that you have the support of your family whenever you need it.” “Yes, father,” he replies with a whisper and a tremulous smile, feeling lighter than he has in days. - 3. “I will go into seclusion.” The statement is a stone dropped into the gently rippling water of a spring-fed pool. The stone is jagged and pitted with all that the world has done to chip away at it, to make it rough and painful to the touch. It is sharp in his hands, heavy with all the hurts he still carries in his chest, all the grief he has no more room to hold. He feels lighter with it out of his grasp, the words settling into the ensuing silence with some bittersweet relief.

Notes: I know I've said it before but it bears repeating: this entire fic exists solely because of the smut scene in chapter 1. I thought of the smut first, and then the lead-in to it, and I intentionally left the end of chapter 1 ambiguous - it could have ended right there as an angsty one-shot with Lan Xichen believing that it was all a hallucination, and there's nothing really in the text to say that it's not because Lan Xichen is a very unreliable narrator in this fic. But then I wanted to write the backstory for the smut if, in fact, it wasn't a hallucination - and everything kind of...butterfly-effected out from there to become what it is now, along with all the extras in the series that's now roughly 120k long altogether and still not finished. Oops. Oh and also: this fic that started the ball rolling only exists because for some reason the servers for Omegle went down for months where I live, and prior to that I used to spend hours rp'ing. Without that creative outlet, I filled the vacuum with writing fic instead and now here we are. So if you're grateful for my fics then thank Omegle for sucking for a few months lol --//-- 2. Loving, Loud, Wild, and Theirs (7386 words, Rated T) Ship(s): Xuanli & Gen (kidfic), 3zun (briefly) - an extra for AEM Summary: A brief look at how in this kinder world, Jin Zixuan managed to find and legitimize his three siblings as well as a snapshot of the chaos of love and fun that is his family with his siblings, his beloved wife, and their seven children. Excerpt:

He had listened to [Madam Qin] and her handmaid, and he had believed them, and he had been unsurprised to find himself thinking quite uncharitably of his father following his promise to Madam Qin that he would do everything in his power to make it right, as much as he could. [Jin Zixuan and Meng Yao] return to Jinlintai the day after the next, once their business is concluded. He’s relieved when nothing needs his immediate attention as it means he’s free to retreat into his and Jiang Yanli’s quarters so he can tell her everything that’s weighing on his mind. “No more surprise siblings from now on,” he sighs into the comfort of Jiang Yanli's chest when he’s finished outlining what has happened and his plans to prepare a new suite of rooms in the family wing of the tower. For Qin Su. His sister. Jiang Yanli just laughs her tinkling laugh and kisses him, her hands gentle as she combs his hair back from his face with her fingertips. “You’ve got more siblings now than any of the rest of us,” she teases with a mischievous smile down at him that is a bit too reminiscent of, weirdly, both Wei Wuxian and Mo Xuanyu for comfort. “Two brothers, a sister, and of course we must keep Mianmian in her spot on the list. If you would like to count brothers-in-law as well you’ve also got A-Xian, A-Cheng, Huaisang, Wangji, Xichen, and Mingjue...” He groans and hides his face properly in the soft silk of her robes even as she laughs again over his head.

Notes: This fic is actually a request fill for someone and I had some trouble ending it because there's a lot more I want to write with this wild family, though I did eventually find what felt like a good place to cut it off with 3zun arriving in Jinlintai for the visit they leave for at the end of AEM. There is something of a follow-up floating around my wips that - if it ever gets written - is a direct sequel to AEM that continues where this extra leaves off, with 3zun getting to spend time with their hoard of niblings in Jinlintai. No promises about if/when that will get written though. --//-- 3. Performance Art (8106 words, Rated M) Ships: 3zun, Wangxian (briefly) Summary: A Modern AU inspired by the 'Hysterical Literature' performance art project. Lan Xichen, Nie Mingjue, and Meng Yao take turns doing their best to read aloud from chosen written works as they're filmed. The twist is that they're trying to do so as they're being pleasured with a vibrator controlled by one of their partners off-camera, each of their turns ending when the partner being filmed/played with has an orgasm. Excerpt(s):

1. “Engage people with what they expect; it is..- it…it is what they are able to discern and.. ngh.. confirms their projections. It settles.. ah settles them into predictable-“ He cuts off suddenly to set the book down flat and slap one hand down sharply on the tabletop. Meng Yao simply clicks another button and Nie Mingjue groans as his newly unoccupied hand twitches back to rest on the edge of the table closer to himself, as if about to drop down beneath it. Lan Xichen and Meng Yao both shift forward in their seats but Nie Mingjue catches himself before they have to intervene, returning his hand to the middle of the table and forcing a deep breath into his lungs so he can continue. “-Predictable patterns of..of response, occupying their minds while you w-wait for the ex- extra-“ he huffs out a sharp breath and curls his hand into a fist as he tilts forward and forces out the rest of the sentence in a rush. “Extraordinary moment — that whichtheycannotanticipate. FUCK!” - 2. It’s a few hours of quiet, peaceful work later when Lan Wangji shifts his weight in the way that means he wants Wei Wuxian’s actual attention and not his ‘ I’m sculpting so I’m periodically looking at you ’ sort of attention which he is, of course, quick to grant. He pauses in his muttering half to himself and half to Lan Wangji to say, “Hm? What’s up Zhanzhan?” “From Xiongzhang,” he says by way of explanation, holding his phone out for Wei Wuxian to squint at the screen. It takes him a moment to understand what he’s looking at, his eyes needing a second to adjust to the small black and white video that’s playing after having spent hours looking between Lan Zhan and the clay form taking shape under his hands. “What is this?” he asks as he leans in closer and squints a little harder. He blinks and his eyes go wide in the next moment as he realizes what’s happening on the screen as the woman’s tension climaxes ( literally ) - and then it’s just a hop, skip, and a jump to figure out just why he’d been asked to create an eerily similar setup in his own studio the previous afternoon for three men he might as well consider his sort-of brothers at this point. His next exhale is a wheeze as his ears go hot and Lan Wangji is instantly shrugging into a robe to stand from his lounging position and approach, concern written all over his features. “Wei Ying?”

Notes: I don't really have too much to say about this one except that it brought me so much joy and laughter to write and it honestly kind of surprises me that it's one of my less popular fics - it's nothing but a fun, sexy time! But I'm also terrible at guessing trends/what people will want to see so that might be on me haha. Oh! Also - a minor thing but something I'm very mildly proud of: the narrator voice is dependent on who's behind the camera! I wanted a way to make the person filming feel just as involved as the other two and I thought that was a fun way to do it since within the narrative it's technically going to be their perspective used for the video they're recording. Just to give y'all a little insight into my decision-making when it comes to my writing style for this one. --//-- 4. Anything For My Nie-Zongzhu (6411 words, Rated E) Ship: NieYao - pre-canon (just barely) Summary: Meng Yao is Nie Mingjue's trusted right hand, intelligent and valued by his Sect Leader, at least, who has learned lately to appreciate him a hell of a lot in private too - and for much more personal matters than the minutiae of running the Nie Sect. Seeing as Nie Mingjue trusts him so much, he finds it in himself to ask for something new - for Meng Yao to top him. [Technically an extra for AEM but can be read as a standalone] Excerpt:

“Am I to play into this boorish act you’re putting on tonight?” he teases instead as he steps closer until he’s near enough to feel the way the steam from the bath has turned the air sticky and humid. Nie Mingjue finally looks up at him and Meng Yao is internally crowing with triumph as he watches the lines of tension around his eyes and mouth fall away, his expression smoothing into quiet contentment. He did that. His presence alone is enough to help Nie Mingjue relax. It feels nearly as good as the day the man had angrily defended him to his own disciples and promoted him on the spot. “It’s not an act, I’m plenty boorish,” Nie Mingjue gruffs, returning his gaze to the letter, but this close Meng Yao can actually watch his eyes do nothing but try to glare a hole through the center of the page. “Of course you are, Zongzhu,” Meng Yao allows, his tone openly humoring - as is the smile tightening the corners of his mouth. “Therefore I can only suppose that you would prefer it if I returned to my walk and left you to continue your...correspondence in peace.”

Notes: Once again not really many notes on this one! I just love NieYao, I think their dynamic during Meng Yao's Nie Sect days has so much potential and I love exploring it every so often. --//--

5. Bite The Hands That Feed (1590 words, Rated E) Ship: XiYao Summary: After being forced out of the Nie Sect, Meng Yao has to come to grips with the hunger that's been chasing him his whole life, and he finds temporary satisfaction over and over in Lan Xichen, who is always so generous with his time and his body and is willing to help him feel less empty even just for a night. Excerpt:

He would never bite the hands that feed him, that stuff him full enough to make him believe for a moment that he’s no longer starving. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t inflict pains. He bites and he scratches and he plants himself in the bloody furrows until flowering moans reward his violent care, until pleasure bursts sun-warmed and sweet between them, berries ripe for the picking. He stains his mouth red with them, his fingers purple with the bruises he paints so delicately on his devotee’s body. If Meng Yao is being clawed to a slow torturous death from within, then it stands to reason that his other half will be ripped to shreds from without. He keeps his nails sharp and his teeth bared to tear into his flesh and drink sweetly of the vintage he offers - sweat, spend, blood, saliva when their mouths meet for crushing kisses. All of it is his to consume. He puts his mouth to the feast of Lan Xichen’s body and eats until the hunger pangs are satiated, drinks until he feels dizzy with it.

Notes: So I wrote this one when I was getting a little tired of the straight narration style of all my other fics and I wanted to try my hand at something looser, a little more prose-like but also a little darker than my usual fluff. I'm not sure how successful I was - this is actually one of my absolute least popular fics, number-wise! - but it's one of my favorites anyway. --//-- 6. A Figure, A Mouth (2788 words, Rated M) Ship: Wenzhou Summary: A quiet, intimate evening spent in the comfort of the Four Seasons Mountain Manor sometime between their arrival/fixing up of the place and the confrontation with Ye Baiyi. Excerpt:

After a while of warming each other up Wen Kexing urges him back up to push the bed under the window just as he’d said he would. Zhou Zishu takes the opportunity to blow out the candles before he rejoins Wen Kexing in their bed, the sudden darkness leaving them free to admire each other clothed in nothing but broad swathes of cool, sweet blue light bisected by deep black lattices of shadow from the trees out in the yard, the shadows from the contours of the wall and decorations around the window blocking and revealing them in turns. Lao Wen is, of course, as beautiful like this as he has been in every way Zhou Zishu has ever seen him, and he takes the time to savor it, to indulge in the decadence that Wen Kexing presents for each of his remaining senses. He’s a feast for the eyes, all hard muscle and skin glistening with glittering diamonds of sweat along his shoulders and the soft curve of his cheek. He’s a symphony for the ears, breathless desire and tender calls of his name that Zhou Zishu never lets go unanswered when they’re like this. By now Wen Kexing is an expert at drawing pleasure from him in every unlikely way there is to make sure that the effects of the nails don’t keep him from reaching his peak at least once, occasionally more in spite of his fading sense of touch.

Notes: Wenzhou makes me so soft and emotional, y'all. The next one on the list is also a Wenzhou fic and I just can't seem to stop writing them in fluffy/smutty situations because it's what they deserve. I really don't have anything more interesting to say about this fic, I just love them haha. --//-- 7. Tease Him Just Enough (2537 words, Rated M) Ship: Wenzhou Summary: A possible outcome if the conversation post-face reveal in episode 6 had gone differently - i.e. if Zhou Zishu had called Wen Kexing out on all his flirting and challenged him to do something about it - and then he does. Excerpt:

They don’t need words to communicate that at least right here in this particular moment there’s no one else they would rather have in their arms, pressed up against their bodies, no one else’s tongue who would find a new home in each other’s mouths or any other body their hands would rather explore. Wen Kexing has already known that they’re fated, but for the first time it feels like they’re agreeing to be so. Even if it’s just for a night. (Not that he thinks it will be just one night for them, but getting Zhou Xu to agree to anything remotely of the kind is like trying to drag a stray back-alley cat into a bath so he’ll take what he can get.)

Notes: My first fic for Word of Honor! The whole time I was watching the show (read: obsessively binge-watching) I was like 'Okay I like this show a lot but it's not nearly as compelling as The Untamed, idk if I'll be motivated to write anything for it'. Then I got to the end and I was like NEVERMIND YES I AM. I played myself. --//-- 8. You Need Tending (12,108 words, Rated T) Ship(s): Lan Wangji & Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji & Lan Xichen, Lan Qiren & The Jades & Wei Wuxian (this is a kidfic so nothing romantic!) Summary: Wei Wuxian is alone and homeless on the streets of Yunmeng, unaware of the presence of his parents' old friend so nearby. Lan Wangji is a child grieving for the loss of his mother in silence, overwhelmed by the world his uncle keeps dragging him out into. It takes their paths crossing more than once for Lan Qiren to realize just who Wei Wuxian is and that he needs their help, but he gets there eventually. Excerpt:

He watches on as the man comes to a stop next to the boys and squats down to check over the one who had been lost and suddenly he remembers lying on the ground and looking up at a stern-faced man with gentle hands and a ribbon across his forehead. The man who had given him medicine and bandages after a small boy had defended him from dogs, and an older boy had talked to him so kindly and helped him to sit up off the dirt. Wei Ying gasps as the memory hits and he scrambles back down off the roof, landing on the packed dirt of the space between the buildings with an oof, excitement bubbling in his chest. Along with the memory comes a name and it flies from his lips as he scrambles up off the ground to push his way into the crowd again. “Master Lan!” he shouts, his tiny voice lost in the din of the market. He tries to shove closer but the little family is already walking away, their backs to him as he strains against the flow of people much bigger and stronger than him. “Master Lan!” he tries again, desperation lending extra strength and emotion to his cry. Wei Ying stops struggling as he watches the two boys in white walk away, the pair of them flanking Master Lan in his sky blue robes as they move through the market, radiating serenity in the midst of the chaos. His vision blurs and he scrubs his forearm against his eyes angrily to dry them, trying to keep the three of them in his sight for as long as he can just in case they turn around and spot him. Just in case they remember him and maybe want to tell him to come with them.

Notes: Baby Wei Ying T-T He just hits me right in the heart, and so does baby Lan Zhan! And baby Lan Xichen. All the babies. This fic was actually completely inspired by an utterly adorable fanart of Lan Xichen giving a grumpy baby A-Zhan a piggyback ride! I'd been wanting to write a kidfic type fix-it for a while and that art was the spark I needed to come up with something workable. (Edit: here’s my reblog of the art I’m talking about!) --//--

9. Familial Circumstances (5393 words, Rated G)

Ship(s): Lan Qiren & Original Characters, Lan Qiren & Jin Zixuan, Lan Qiren & Qin Su, Lan Qiren & Mo Xuanyu - An extra for AEM

Summary: Another kidfic extra for the horde of children in Jinlintai, this time as seen through the lens of their beloved Great Uncle Lan. It's a simple relationship-study-type look at how all the children love their Great Uncle and how much he loves and treasures them in return.

Excerpt:

An unusual stillness accompanies [Jin Ruhai's] playing. Jin Lu stops fidgeting with her fingers, the twins slip into the perfect stillness of those who are utterly aware of themselves at all times - a trait [Lan Qiren has] noticed in every skilled fighter he’s ever come across - and even Jin Ye relaxes, slumping further and further backwards until she’s slouched down against his stomach, legs dangling over his crossed shins.

The piece isn’t a terribly long one, nor as complex as the next score Lan Qiren intends to teach the boy, but Jin Ruhai’s mastery of it is impressive. Again, Lan Qiren is forcefully reminded of Lan Wangji, always most at peace when behind his instrument to play with and/or for the people he loves.

There’s silence in the room until the last note fades with a shiver into the air and Jin Ruhai pulls his hands back from the instrument. The stillness lasts for one more moment before it’s interrupted by Jin Lu sneezing suddenly and her siblings laugh as the quiet breaks.

“I had to hold that in the whole time !!” Jin Lu laughs as she rubs her sleeve under her nose, one eye screwed shut as she giggles. “I didn’t want to mess up A-Zhuang’s song, it’s so pretty!”

Notes: I'm definitely biased because they're all my oc's except for Jin Ling, but I genuinely love all of the Jin children in the AEM AU. If anyone is ever interested in knowing more about their individual personalities and the like please don't hesitate to ask me, I've actually put quite a bit of thought into all 6 of the kids I created wholecloth and I have a lot of feelings about Jin Ling getting the chaotic siblings and loving parents he was robbed of.

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10. Opportunities To Practice (5710 words, Rated M) (*WIP)

Ship: Xuanli - An extra for AEM

Summary: Jin Zixuan is nervous for his..marital activities with Jiang Yanli - after all, who could he possibly ask for advice? His father? No thank you. Thankfully Jiang Yanli is sweet and patient and knows her husband well - he just needs a bit of time and he'll get it figured out.

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She shivers with an interesting combination of want and intense vulnerability as she stands there, feeling bare in spite of her remaining layer. It’s of a material so sheer as to be practically nonexistent, nothing more than a delicate veil of a red so pale it’s nearly pink that sits on her body like a second skin. Until it falls gently away at the knee to flutter around her ankles, it clings to every curve, every contour, and as she watches Jin Zixuan doesn’t even bother to hang the robe he had just removed on the screen. He lets it drop into a soft pool around her bare feet, his gaze roaming her newly exposed figure - she would perhaps feel strange about it did he not look so devoted , so in awe of seeing her practically naked in front of him.

Yanli gasps softly as he suddenly drops to his knees at her feet and oh - that’s heady. Her body, which she hasn’t really thought of too much in the past beyond the occasional irritation that it’s weaker than she would prefer, has put the man she loves on his knees. He’s looking up at her now, his eyes wide and his hands reverent as he raises them to rest on her thighs, thumbs caressing her too-warm skin through the barely-there robe that bunches up softly under the pressure of his grip.

“You’re right,” he finally breathes, sounding slightly strained. “I’d like this to stay on. If that’s - are you alright?”

“I am,” she reassures.

Notes: This last fic is technically a wip, the only one in the list! However! - it's going to be a collection of one-shots centered around Xuanli and their sexual exploits that lead to their seven children, and possibly also the ones that are just for fun (horny Yanli rights forever). It's not currently high on my list of priorities or anything and the one chapter that's up so far can stand on its own so it's a wip but it's not? I just love Xuanli so much and I want to explore their relationship in my happy fix-it AU whenever the mood strikes, and whenever that happens this is where those one-shots will go.

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And that's it! My personal top 10 favorite fics of my own as of right now. I thought about doing my top 10 according to statistics like hit counts or kudos, but I genuinely love some of these unpopular fics and I wanted to give them some love and attention even if it's just for me. I know there's a lot here to sift through but if any of y'all enjoyed the list or any of the specific fics on it let me know! I liked taking this little pause to take a look at what I've actually been producing these last few months.

Thanks for reading!

#the untamed fanfic #gonna tag the main romantic ships listed:#3zun #NieYao #XiYao #Wangxian #Xuanli #Wenzhou #y'all I legit spent hours formatting this and writing all this out #I also went looking for the fanart that inspired You Need Tending so I could link it and my page refreshed #which I suspected it would do so of course I hit Ctrl+A and copied it all -#only to find out that doing that doesn't extend past the readmore break which I had already put in #so I lost the whole introductory bit and had to rewrite it #T-T I didn't even find the fanart I'm gonna look for it again on mobile cuz it's easier #ANYWAY - literally no one asked for this and I don't even know if anyone was curious to begin with but I wanted to make this anyway soooo #It's also lowkey one of my goals to write something one day that becomes popular enough to end up on rec lists #So this is me kind of indulging that in a very 'tooting my own horn' kind of way that I refuse to apologize for #No shame in my game #Also if you see any typos or formatting weirdness No You Don't :) I've been doing this for 5+ hours and I'm hUNGRY

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six-costume-refs · 3 years ago

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Costume Info from Gabriella Slade’s Webinar (7 Sep 2021)

Hey y’all! Today the Victoria and Albert Museum hosted a talk with Gabriella Slade to discuss her work on SIX as the costume designer. @lightleckrereins and I attended and wrote up two posts about it. This post includes all of the information about the costumes and their creation, and you can head over here to find a liveblog with some of our fun comments and memes!

Non-Six stuff:

First West End show she had ever seen was Beauty and the Beast, but had seen local theater before

Drew photos of wedding dresses and fashion etc

Did a standard year in college and then specialized in design for 2nd/3rd years

From Six learned the int’l process, movement, necessity for the right fabrics under lighting

Upcoming and current shows include Bedknobs and Broomsticks, Cher Show

Advice for aspiring costume designers is to build a website/portfolio and you have to be quite bold about contacting directors

Six stuff, non-costume about the early process:

Met writers/directors/producers to discuss the show before seeing it

She wanted the job because of the concept

worked off of Emma Bailey’s set designs when designing the costumes

Misc:

The official name for the mic holders is mic holsters

Next we moved on to a slideshow:

Taking inspiration from the queens’ historical portraits:

She wanted to see how the queens were depicted during their time first

Get familiar with the time and understand the historical wives before even the first sketch

Aragon - black and gold

Cleves - stripe elements

Parr - high neck

Photos of other period clothes:

Details in fabric, lace-ups, embellishments, lattice work

Also looked at menswear, specifically mentioning tabs and sleeves as inspired by men’s fashion at the time

Slide with fashions of contemporary inspirations (Gareth Pugh, Bellmine, etc)

Modern fashion takes a lot of inspiration from the tudor era

Powerful silhouettes

She wanted to give each queen a distinct silhouette that was both powerful and delicate at the same time

Slide with costume close ups and details:

Some photos we had seen before and some we hadn’t

Two new Aragon samples that we hadn’t seen, one close to the final product with a few different patterns, one completely new

What looks like a Cleves test with a different mesh design

Photos are mostly Broadway with some from other productions

Cast photo with other info:

They talked about how the costume designs are tied together

FABRIC!!

Sequin, mesh, studded trim, materials are the elements in common

Wanted to make the studded trim the main element

The Broadway designs are now the designs for all productions (no word on which Cleves version will be standard)

Questions and Answers were next:

Asked what it was like to work on her first SIX production:

Didn’t say much other than very excited during og fittings

First time the queens were in costume for the first UK tour everyone was really excited.

The way they walked changed after trying on the costumes

How she decided what to change and some examples of what changed:

Once she saw under the lights could see that she wanted to change the sleeves or add more detail etc

Construction and longevity of wear led to some diff things

originally were all one piece now several so they can wash, better maintain (studs fall off), how they keep form, etc.

Mentioned Cleves going from silver to red

The choreography and the way the queens move with the costumes led to construction changes

Parr pants were pleather (first UK tour original pants), now printed lycra (went with regular lycra until before Broadway)

Skirts used to collapse before new materials and more structure got implemented

Plays around with fabrics on the stand prior to construction to figure out how it works (This is an important step of costume making in general, and even more so for SIX when the materials they use don’t behave like regular fabric)

Suede base on Bway boots with lattice on top

Miscellaneous info from answers:

Broadway boots and earrings were implied to be exclusive to that production

She loves cosplay and fanart!

Advice for Boleyn specifically: you need a good base fabric

Not allowed to say much about construction

Headpieces use crin (a.k.a. horsehair braid or crinoline)

Cleves costume - strength

Timeframe for construction is about six weeks - usually 4-5 fittings each but there’s some variance depending on costumes

Aragon tends to have more fittings

Costumes last to varying degrees of time

Main concern is about keeping form and shape

Costumes last until they don’t look great onstage (so far its been about 8-10 months), because of materials mending is impossible and alterations hard

Doesn’t have a favorite costume, but would wear Parr if she could choose one to wear

#gabriella slade #six the musical #six the musical cosplay #six musical #six costumes #six broadway #costume design

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AWW I LOVE U TOO ARA !! :D Sending u lots of these~ 💗💗💗 and this! 💗🐣💗 lol

💕 N- If you want to know how I treat my friends

I adore all my friends 💗 Like there’s literally nothing I wouldn’t do for them if they needed me. That being said I know the primary source of communication is texting and stuff (which I suck at) but they accept me and love me for who I am so whenever I’m online they’re happy to see me. Irl/facetime is different since I could hold long convos about everything.

I adore things they give me or if they reach out. Like I keep so many trinkets of them. Even a napkin my friend drew on for me when we were eating together at a boba shop (it’s clean and crisp don’t worry. It’s in a collection box smwhere in my closet) I think about them a lot at a reference I remember too. Like if I see something on the streets I’m like ‘my friend would’ve liked to see that cat’ or ‘hey that’s the movie my friend talked about the other day!’

If they’re busy and need space I understand that too. Like I know we don’t have to text everyday to know we care about each other. Or sometimes life keeps us busy and we drift apart. I still appreciate them for the memories we had and I know in the future down the road we’ll meet up again. I also reminisce past friendships a lot. I don’t ever remember ending something on a bad term (maybe one in elementary but we made up again). I think about them probably way more than they think.

This also goes for moots! I don’t talk to some as much anymore but I still consider them a moot. I just kinda remember things and treasure them for a long time. (I’m pretty sure it’s my Cancer moon lol)

💕 R - For me to tell 10 of my curiosities

1 - For ask games I tend to think out my answers a lot to the point that I over answer stuff lol (I realized this when I looked at my long answer for N)

2 - I was such a big Taylor Swift fan when I was younger. She was what inspired me to play guitar and sing a lot (when I found out about her cap stellium and cancer moon too? I swooned) She also high fived my hand at a concert I went to (tbf tho she did that with most of the fans in the row)

3 - I attended swim class when I was younger at this place that gave ribbons for awards. I was so determined to gain all those ribbons!! They were so colorful :D (When my sister went to the same place they changed the ribbon system and it was less colorful then. I think I cried cause I was so sad)

4 - I have two dogs who I adore 💗 They’re both maltipoos and they’re brothers but from different litters. (I’ll make a post about them soon if I get a good pic lol)

5 - I’m thinking of an Olivia Rodrigo song rn. But this made me think of the first time I saw her in the American girl movie Grace Stirs up success! I just thought it was fun seeing her grow up in her acting career.

6 - I’m closer to my mom than I am my dad. (Also got sun square moon in natal) I could tell my mom anything, she’s the best :D (also I love her placements. She has a Virgo moon which matches 2 of my bsfs lol)

7 - I got into astrology cause of a post I saw about these youtubers I follow as well as their friendship synastry. And then I got into a fandom discord server and the astrology chat was a goldmine of learning! And then I found out about astro tumblr lol. The rest is history :D

8 - I can’t handle horror movies. It’s different with horror stories tho, altho I still try avoid reading those too. However if horror is involved with plot (when it’s not primarily horror? If that makes sense) I’d still love to read it!

9 - I visited Disneyland a lot as a kid. I basically grew up with Disney. Favorite characters as a kid were Chip n’ Dale. I got the Dale stuffie, and my sister got the Chip one. We watched the original cartoons for them too cause we loved them so much. They’re literally our childhood 💗

10 - I’m into Harry Potter yet never read the series or saw most of the movies (the ending of the last movie was on tv and my dad played it cause he knew I liked hp. I don’t think that counted) Plus I watched the first movie in middle school which I don’t really remember. I got into the fandom thru tumblr and seeing fanart + fanfics. Doesn’t mean I’m not an actual fan tho. I know a lot of trivia and hp terms and plot. Also have ravenclaw merch and my friend made me a wand and a box! Literally it’s beautiful 💗 For my bday gift she painted the box to be from the shop Ollivander’s (the shop Harry got his wand from) and she made a certificate and wand and everything!! All handmade 💗 and I adore her for that! Shoutout to Nika!! She’s one of the most artistic and creative people I know

💕 B - Who the last person I talked to on the phone was

My grandpa lol. I was walking my dog and called him saying that we were coming to visit him :D He had a hard time hearing me tho cause of the wind and stuff. We have a family dinner every Saturday 💗

Edit: I realized I answered R wrong whoops!! But I’m too lazy to change anything so we’re sticking with that! Altho I am curious about white strawberries grown in Japan. Why did my brain think of that first? No idea.

#thanks for sending this to me ara 💗#asks #luv-Esabella post #more about luv esabella #this ended up longer than I thought #I hope u don’t mind me giving long answers #I really like to think these things thru lol #I really hope I haven’t made any grammatical or spelling errors #whenever I look back and see them I literally get so irritated at myself #it doesn’t last long tho. it’s just a little thing #anyways I adore answering questions like this! thank u luv 🥰🌻✨

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zkretchy · 3 years ago

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Hello! I'm here for the art ask! :) Can you please answer 2, 5, 7, 13 and 26? Hope it's not too much.

Arist asks

i think you'll find that nothing is too much for my brain that is set on overshare (also thank you so much for asking!! and welcome to this mess i call my art blog!)

2: How long have you been drawing?

Well, I know I posted my first piece of digital art on deviantart in 2012 Before that I did "fanart" and stuff traditionally of shows like Pokemon, Yu-Gi-Oh or Kim Possible and before THAT I drew horses and dragons and wolves/dogs (because of course) All the latter of course in the way children draw and not actively going for it internet wise with any of that in mind

5: What’s your favorite thing to draw?

People in general (which is amazing considering I hated drawing people as a child when my favorite things to draw were dragons and horses and dogs) and anything fantasy like To be more specific I really love drawing eyes and hair And well, my love for dragons didn't leave either I also love designing stuff but by god I would never draw what I can come up with on the regular because the details could get too much (as a side note I do feel like this came by naturally because I just have and make so many oc's for whatever reasons, be it for my own stories or be it for "I need more people in this cat caravan art)

7: How often do you use references?

hrghdgs barely I more often use 3D assets in Clip Studio Paint I have nothing against references-they are amazing and helpful but I am too lazy to go find what I want (exactly how I want it) so I'd rather struggle with something until it's good enough I do tend to use them quite a bit when first drawing a character from somewhere just to get a feel for them and how I want to portray them in my style etc (and sometimes I come back to that when I strayed too far for what I like, and sometimes I don't because how I draw them just feels right for me and what I want out of that art) But yeah I don't really use them all that often for poses, or anatomy, or how clothing falls, or shading etc

13: Do you prefer to keep your art personal, or do you like drawing things for other people?

I think it's a mix? I wouldn't just draw something that I myself wouldn't like in general but I definitely have drawn things for other people that I didn't have any attachment to or knowledge about and it was also fun For the art I generally post here it's all for me, but it's amazing to see that yes, others like it and they share their thoughts about it and with those I get more inspired and the wheel keeps going I do post most of the art I make here with the exceptions of some too simple thoughtless sketches I just made for warmup or out of sheer boredom or because I forgot because I did them right before I went to sleep But yeah, most of the art here is just personal in some way or another considering all my oc stuff I post uncaring if people want that or not ;p

26: For digital artists: what program(s) do you use?

I used Paint Tool Sai before I brought Clip Studio Paint (now no longer Pro because I wanted to animate a bit more so I got EX as a treat for myself) and that's a heavensent Before CSP I also experimented with some free programs like medibang or krita but they all were missing something, and I never liked how the lines looked

#art asks #asks #advena87 #adding onto the last one: i also use blender fo fun but i havent saved or posted anything yet #so it doesn't count buuuuut maybe some day eventually #bc 3d modelling is pretty fun!#also srsly don't worry about too much #i feel like any of my answers or comments are too much bc my brain just goes nyoom #jumping from topic to topic

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soyouareandrewdobson · 4 years ago

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100 followers special post: KorraSami Book 1

Today’s entry (sort of a little extra for 100 followers) is rather short and admittedly just the tip of an iceberg I want to tackle later on, as it relates to a certain issue with Dobson in general when it comes to his “support” of the LGBT community. In addition it is not a comic I want to talk about, but rather a picture. To be more precise this one:

Titled “Out of our way” and released around summer of 2015, this picture is obviously fanart in relation to KorraSami, the ship of Avatar Korra and Asami Sato, which unlike other ships in certain fandoms became even canon according to “Word of God” and some post tv series material. Now personally my opinion on KorraSami is a bit “complicated”. I do not hate it nor do I really think it is as “groundbreaking” as many, including Dobson, make it out to be. Reasons for that I am willing one day to discuss in detail, but not now.

And like with KorraSami, my opinion on the picture is also a bit complicated. To paraphrase John Cleese from a famous sketch: I may not know much about art, but I know what I like. So when it comes to things such as posture and linework I can not give too many critical details.

However, even I see from a technical point a few irksome details. Like how Asami’s hips move a bit too much perspective wise to the left, making it look like she would soon slip off the wheelchair, the sparks on the ground looking more like someone inserted shitty fries via MS Paint in the picture and Korra’s face looking like it was hit with a frying pan at least once. But honestly, I think it does not look that terrible and it is at least colorful.

That said, I think it highlights a certain issue with how Dobson perceives the ship.

Independent of my thoughts on the ship, I think Korra and Asami are pretty neat characters personality wise. They are both not flawless (in fact, Korra at the start of season 2 felt like any character development from last season was missing and don’t get me even started on how she would have almost started a world war because she was a whinny ass) but they are pretty strong and independent characters who went through a lot both as friends and as individuals over the course of the show. Well, that and they boned the same guy.

The thing with Dobson is, any time I see him do something with those two, that sort of badassery is not really on display. Instead his KorraSami fanart tends to be just whimsical fluff as seen e.g. here

And don’t get me wrong, I do not think fluff is bad. I like cute pics too and hey, the following two pics in regard of KorraSami by Dobson count for me as decent fluff, even if from a technical drawing point there are likely still flaws in the pic. Mostly because they are also related as pics to the world of the show they are part of, with the first one even showing interaction with someone other than the ship.

But I also think that just because you ship two or multiple characters, doesn’t mean you can’t also draw something of such characters as a power couple so to speak. In case of those two, perhaps something like fighting a group of Equalists, showing Asami building and working on something with Korra at her side metal binding something according to Asami’s instructions etc. You know, something that is both “cute” because in a way they do stuff as a couple, but also badass because it is about two characters doing something they were born for. Or not even necessarily badass. Just something that shows them in a situation that isn’t just mindless fluff or feels like you just randomly insert the characters into whatever you can think of, thinking that in itself makes it already shipping art.

Bottomline, Dobson when tackling KorraSami only focuses mostly on the mindless fluff of the ship. Which in my opinion is in so far an issue, as that it reduces this so called “groundbreaking LGBT representation in animation” just further down into something cute and rather shallow Dobson can adore. The characters are not appreciated for their personality, but fo their looks and how cute they look together. And frankly, can something be considered “good representation” when it is just pretty shallow on closer look?

This at least is one of multiple issues I have with KorraSami in general, but also in relation with Dobson. Others I can address later on someday. I also bring it up here mostly, because this “shallowness” is indirectly on display in “Out of our way” once you know a bit about why Dobson drew this and how it may even be a bit insensitive. Not for any living creature, but the character of Korra actually.

See, here is the thing: The inspiration for the pic was two things: A clip from an anime called Gekijouban To Aru Majutsu no Railgun (which I admittedly never saw in my life and do not necessarily intend to) as seen here

And the fact that Korra spends some time in a wheelchair over the course of the show. And considering that the scene from the anime is actually meant to be funny (as it actually ends with both characters crashing in the gras in a hilarious position), what sort of cartoonish antics resulted in Korra temporarily being in a wheelchair? Did she slip on water during waterbending? Break her leg in some heroic fight but took it in strife and even made fun of her situation? You want to know?

Korra was kidnapped, tortured, poisoned with mercury and almost killed by a group of four terrorists, resulting in her being physically crippled for a long time and suffering from mental trauma, depression and PTSD.

……..ehhhhhhhh….. Funny?

Yeah, on a technical level I do not think the picture is the worst, but as “fanart” when you consider any canon context involving wheelchairs and Korra… yaiks. I mean, tone deaf is a bit of an understatement.

And I am not making this up. The plot of season 3 of Legend of Korra involved a group of four elemental benders trying to kill Korra, because their leader thinks that if he kills her he can break the Avatar cycle and that in turn will bring in a new era where people take their lives as a whole in their own hands, instead of the fate of the world depending on a few chosen ones like the Avatar. To do so they kidnap Korra and poison her with mercury, which they forcefully bend into her body. This results in her going full avatar mode and fighting the main villain Zaheer, only to get her ass handed by him thanks to the poison and him almost suffocating her by bending the air out of her lungs. Korra was in fact closer to death than any other character I have seen in the show, including Aang. And the aftermath of Zaheer’s actions were horrible. Season 3 ended with Korra still recovering from the poison (which had been bended out of her body again), by being stuck in a wheelchair and it being obvious she needs to get through rehabilitation. And while she did put on a brave face in front of everyone, the final shot of the episode is her at a ceremony celebrating the air nations rebirth, a single tear going down her cheek, indicating that in a way she is broken. The hotheaded and overall determined Korra at her lowest point.

I will openly admit, when I first saw that scene, I was taken aback a bit how bittersweet if not outright depressing the ending was. Begging the question, how by the time season 4 would roll in, Korra would have recovered. Turned out, not well. Not only was season 4 set three years after the events of the last one, but the first two episodes showed among other things how Korra went through rehabilitation in those years, how she was on more than one occasion on the brink of giving up and how she essentially went into hiding, not wanting to meet her friends again, abandoning her duties as the Avatar. She was not a sobbing mess, but she was broken. Not considering herself worthy of the title of avatar for the longest time and still suffering from physical and mental trauma because of what had happened to her. In fact, one of the better aspects of season 4 is how Korra tries to overcome her own trauma, in order to be strong enough to take on the fight against Kuvira before she can turn the Earth Kingdom completely into the Third Reich and take Republic City over.

In short, the picture of Korra in a wheelchair has a pretty significant and dramatic meaning for the character and the show as a whole. It is an important aspect of te shows storytelling and Korra’s final part of her character arc. Something with gravitas a lot of fans acknowledge. But Dobson sees it supposedly as something that gives way for a “badass and fun” pic with his favorite ship. And again, in my opinion, that is just tone deaf.I am not saying you can’t make a KorraSami pic with the wheelchair, but I think something with that motive should out of respect for the actual canon and its characters also be more somber than what we got here.

Which brings me back to how Dobson handles the couple in a shallower manner than it needs to be. Cause if he wasn’t just out for whimsical fun and fluff with his two favorite lesbians from Nickelodeon and would Korra and Asami consider more than just something to fawn upon based on looks, he could have drawn something more meaningful that genuinely showed how both are a decent representation of an LGBT-couple and interesting individuals. Cause being a couple when everything is fun and sunshine is one thing. Being there for each other when things are hard? THAT is the challenge and shows how much you really love someone.

#korrasami #andrew dobson #lgbt representation #lgbt #legend of korra #adobsonartwork #adobsonart #shipping #korra #korra comics #asami sato

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unproduciblesmackdown · 6 years ago

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people really out here drawing will roland's characters to be more conventionally attractive. like huh? like they think he's not as likable if he's not up to perfect eurocentric beauty standards. draw his nose and glasses and muffin top you cowards! and then they claim it's just their "style" when they're really just refusing to practice variety. and also that's one reason i like your art, you have a nice style that's specific to you while staying true to character design and expressing variety

yeah really like we were just talking about how even when ppl seem to be basing their jared largely on will, it’s relatively rare to see those versions of jared that like....really particularly resemble him or any other actors and don’t change up his features so much that it’s basically just like....sort of nondescript white guy with brown hair and glasses like. whomst.

i mean, there’s the disclaimers like how really there’s no requirement to be basing your design on any actual actor and nothing that says you can’t use actors as just Loose Inspiration and change things up however (though even that’s like, probably you need to use some judgment, i.e. for characters where some aspect of their appearance affects the story/character, and also if you’re gonna do something like make a character played by actors of color white: why) and like a lot of the time you could even invent the appearance entirely from your own imagination if you want

but still most people are obviously basing how they draw jared in the way he appears as the play and like, since will roland did it first and for years and basically the whole costume is just right from his own outfits it’s like........yeah nobody can pretend he’s not gonna impact anybody’s ideas of What Jared Looks Like and, even if they went off and uh Reinterpret the look of the character in another way, he was probably also plenty of other people’s Starting Point in terms of how they imagine jared to look......And Yet so often like. the way people draw jared makes it seem like it might as well have been someone totally different. like yknow feel free to make changes but a) it’s weird that this one character can be sort of detached from any particular Visual Source and also b) okay why is like, everyone deciding to make changes so that Jareds That Look All That Much Like William are definitely in the minority and c) why are the changes being made all like.......towards being Nondescript Conventional Attractiveness

like, the time i tweeted out “is the character sympathetic or do you just consider the actor to be hot” i was entirely thinking of will playing jared and how like, despite all the seniors being super similar and really at least as sympathetic as evan, jared and alana kind of get ignored or even treated as antagonistic to evan and/or less important/complex/sympathetic and like......okay so people don’t think jared’s cute if he looks like will roland and alana is played by a black actress and i’m just taking notes is all....just taking notes.....mm......

and yknow at least with will originating the role like, people seem to be more aware that they owe him their entire lives, but now that he’s taking over a role from a guy that plenty of people Considered More Attractive......suddenly he can’t act or sing and was alone hired for clout which, yknow, we’ve been through dismantling this wild idea lmao but like. if it had been will roland in 1.0 and wconn in 2.0/3.0 we KNOW that there wouldn’t be this contempt over the change lmao we knowwww this

and like seriously there is No Such Thing as any sort of person’s physical features not “fitting” with an artist’s Style or Aesthetic or whatever...it just means they’re unwilling to draw features that look like that. like yeah sure, it’s a factor that you might be more used to / practiced drawing [physical trait] a certain specific “default” way and so if you try something else it won’t be as Good, but that’s like, not an excuse to refuse to draw a certain kind of appearance, Especially if you’re gonna be drawing a specific person/character and then really change up parts of their appearance in a way that just so happens to be more Conventionally Attractive according to the standards of racism and fatphobia and the general shittiness that dictates what’s attractive or not because that’s an entirely subjective thing and the Standards Of Beauty vary a lot from culture to culture and like. changing up traits because you think it’s too ugly as-is is always a crap idea is the point

like, i saw fanart for deh before i actually saw content from the show, and as soon as i hit on some fanart that draw jared as Not actually being all thin i was like oh man this means the actor isn’t actually thin doesn’t it lol....cuz even if it’s just like 5-10% of the fanart depicting him that way it’s like, yeah, okay, that’s the kind of proportion you might expect to see. because like, okay plenty of people are like ugh i don’t wanna draw fat people, but drawing a body type like will roland’s as jared is Really not asking a lot. which like, clearly yknow, plenty of people are like eh it’s not that big of a difference if I Draw Him Lean...which like! yeah exactly it’s not that much of a difference so you might as well draw him with that muffin top 8 times a week spillin outta some fancy emily rebholz-chosen shorts!! i’m sure some people just like, may truly have not been aware of said all-important muffin top because you know. it’s overlookable? but i’m not letting Most Others get away with their conscious slimming down of the character. which nobody has any good excuse for wanting to do

meanwhile his nose gets changed almost as often as in, god it is a beautiful occasion where i see someone draw it at all like william’s like. please. really like this is something that comes up so often where even if people are drawing like, the equivalent of stick figures, i.e. just drawing a Neutral Abstract Person, it’s probably not all that neutral, in terms of like oh everyone has the exact same shape and thickness to their body, and if they’re drawing noses it tends to be like.....the Default is generally this concave-ridged, narrow, pointed deal and it’s like mmmmm. the idea that noses can’t be too wide or long or rounded or anything is definitely Standards Of Whiteness and then how you have the pervasive idea that a downturned nose w/ a convex profile is Ugly and signifies that the person is Bad is a specifically deeply anti-semitic one.....like god that feels like the truly rarest thing off all to see when people draw jared. it’s definitely not that damn hard. why does everyone ever feel the need to change his nose completely!! this is not rhetorical b/c the answer is Known. we knowwww

and then P.S. it’s like hey bastards..........you wanna draw a skinny jared look who’s right over there......why it’s actor sky lakota-lynch!!! Feel Free Anytime

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jonahwhalesw1 · 6 years ago

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Personal Connection- Ch. 8 (Bonus-Basset Hound)

Here’s my submission for the eight prompt, the bonus prompt, for the Spring @tpthvegebulsmutfest . “Personal Connection” is up and running on Ao3 as well. So if you need to recap, please do so. The smut in this was inspired by @vegetapsycho ‘s phenomenal fanart “Point of No Return”.

Bulma and Vegeta are expecting a little bundle of joy, but what will that mean with the Androids still coming? How will they cope? Vegeta decides to enact drastic measures to protect his new family that send Bulma reeling. Don’t hate me too much! This story will continue in the Fall Smutfest.

The woman was a Gods damn basset hound! Finally, finally, he’d managed to evade her. Ever since announcing that Bulma was bearing his child, the Mother had not rested a single moment and constantly showed up everywhere. Anywhere. He couldn’t get away from her. They couldn’t get away from her. Two weeks, it had been two weeks already and there hadn’t been a single moment except for at night in bed together where he and Bulma were alone. Even then, all they did was sleep. He was usually exhausted from training and tending to her needs, and Bulma was just trying to cope with how her body was reacting to being pregnant. She was still sick every morning and every evening. Still, he smirked to himself, he’d visited her once when he sensed that her stomach was calm at her office. He’d told her that he owed her, she hadn’t understood at first, not until he’d pressed her up against the wall by her windows and pressed his throbbing manhood against her pelvis. Immediately she’d hiked up her skirt and demanded he get down on the ground. He’d obeyed, pulling his pants down, and exposing himself before lying down and she was on him instantly, slipping him inside of her, and riding him. Grinding her perfect little hips. Both of the biting back screams and groans. He’d grabbed her hips, she’d palmed his chest, and her hips worked the shit out of him.

Vegeta felt himself getting thicker, straining the confines of his pants. He had gotten used to bedding her every day, multiple times a day, but now that she was so ill, he hadn’t touched her since she rode him in her office. Granted she took him for orgasm after orgasm until he couldn’t breathe and her hips couldn’t move anymore. It had been glorious. And he was hoping for more glory with his beautiful Wife. Except for her stupid Mother always popping up everywhere! Honestly, he was beginning to think she knew how to sense ki. It was… disturbing to him how often and quickly she found him. He tried to tell himself that it was simply because this was her home and she knew her daughter well and she’d learned his routines as any good hostess would. But there were limits. In the morning when Bulma was feeling well enough to shower… and well enough for him to join her… the Mother would barge into the room, thankfully not the bathroom, muttering about inane details about something called a Lactation Coach. What the Fuck was a Lactation Coach?! And if anyone was going to be coaching Bulma on anything, it was going to be him!

Still, after that rude interruption that totally killed anything that he and Bulma might have be getting into (Gods, had it killed it!), it got him thinking. He didn’t know a Gods damn thing about how Earth women had children. So he went about finding out. He was absolutely refusing to go to her Mother for anything about this; he wasn’t letting the Mother in any further than she had already forced herself into the matter. So the Father had given him some research materials. Things he quickly read, and utterly confused the shit out of him, when Bulma was busy throwing up every morning and evening. Each page, every word… it was all so, so… Why the Hell was it so damn complicated for Earth women to have children?! On Vegetasei, from what he could remember about his brother’s birth, gestation and childbirth was so effortless… and clean. A woman carried the child inside her till she reached the third trimester. Then the child was transferred over to a gestation tank where computers and Saiyan medical science ensured the child grew strong so as to achieve a successful analysis of it’s power levels at maturation. It was all for the sake of the child becoming the absolute best warrior it had the potential of being. Once it was to term, the child was removed, ‘birthed’, from the gestation tank and transferred to an analysis pod where the child’s power levels would be assessed. From there, depending on the child’s level, the child would be assigned a class and continue to grow in the pod and later raised and trained by it’s parents to be the warrior it was meant to be or continued to grow and later be sealed into the pod and the pod would be sent out to another weaker planet for the weak offspring to establish a Saiyan foothold. But no, of course, humans had to make the whole thing so much more complicated and messy than it had to be. All this drivel about bleeding—Well, actually that scared the Hell out of him. Light bleeding was okay, but if Bulma started cramping or bleeding a lot or felt any pain, it could mean that she’d lost the baby or the pregnancy was this thing called ectopic, which meant that the pregnancy had gone horrible wrong. Then there was breast tenderness—Actually he didn’t have a probably with her breasts’ milk ducts expanding her already exceptional breasts up another bra size, but the book the Father gave him to read said that his Wife’s breasts would also be very sore so Bulma would most likely not wanting him touching or licking them… then again his tongue’s gentle and lusty administrations might help her. Okay, so breast tenderness wasn’t that complicated or messy. But constipation! What the Hell?! And fluctuance?! Disgusting. Then there was vaginal discharge that wasn’t the type he enjoyed from her, fatigue, food cravings and aversions, apparently she was going to have to pee a lot, she’d get heartburn, mood swings (which terrified the fucking shit out of him if it meant her already formidable temper was going to rage out of control, Dear Gods of Vegetasei!), and of course her sickness was going to continue and she was going to gain weight as their child grew. And all of that was just in the first three months!!!

But that really wasn’t the bad things. Oh no. There were these things called Red Flag Symptoms. Severe pain in her abdomen. Heavy bleeding. Debilitating dizziness. Too much weight gain too fast or too little weight gain. Any one of those things and he’d need to get her to the doctors in the main building fast. Because of his many, many incidents involving his training, there were already at least two major trauma physicians on staff day and night. They could help until more specialized care could arrive. But still. Vegeta didn’t like having to monitor her constantly for any of those signs. As it was, he was already severely distracted by keeping track of her ki every second of her life. And it was costing him. He looked down at his left hand as though he could see through the white glove to the bandages underneath. He glanced up further at his left bicep, where more bandages were hidden underneath his royal blue suit sleeve, then his right shoulder, for the same.

He kept walking down the hallway to her personal lab where she was working on new drones for him and another surprise which he wasn’t so sure he wanted her working on in her condition, but considering that her Father was apparently working on it with her, he trusted the old man to protect his child and future grandchild admirably. Still, when he got hurt the first time he’d been too distracted by worrying about her to notice the blast coming from a drone, she’d chalked it up to him still getting used to the news about becoming a father and being distracted. True, and she let it slide. The second time, she let it slide again, again chalking it up to new fatherhood jitters. The third and fourth times, no, that had worried her. All the other times following and he was now hiding his injuries from her so she wouldn’t get scared and snap at him. Again, he understood from that book that one of the most dangerous things for her right now was stress. It was toxic and he’d be damned if she or their child was going to be in danger because of him!

He turned a corner. She’d fucking kill him if she found out that he’d suffered three more injuries… she’d kill him and kill herself and/or the baby as well… He clenched his fists despite the burning pain in his one hand and both arms. He wasn’t going to lose them. Never.

* * *

The man was a Kami damn basset hound! He just popped up everywhere. She couldn’t even go to the bathroom anymore without opening the door and finding him waiting for her, asking about her, asking about the baby. Asking about all these Red Flag symptoms things! Kami damn it! She wished her Dad had never given him that stupid ass book to read! He was obsessed with it, he was obsessed with her!

Bulma threw a wrench down on her desk top. It clanged loudly. Her elbows followed suit, hitting the surface of her work area with twin loud thuds. She sighed heavily as she landed her face in her waiting palms. She was stressed. More than usual. And it was because she was pregnant, she knew that. Everything seemed to get to her quicker than usual, her fuse had shrunk a lot already and, according to the book (Kami, why the fuck did I read that damn thing too?!), her fuse was going to shrink by a hell of a lot more over the next couple of months. And that wasn’t all. She knew her Husband was lying to her. Keeping secrets from her. That pissed her off even more. Her shoulders were tight, she could feel it. She’d sigh, try to rest and relax like she should, but the muscles in her neck would never let up even the tiniest bit.

She sighed heavily again and rubbed just above her eyebrows at the growing headache that usually, nowadays, morphed into a migraine that had her wanting to kill every fucking person on the planet or at least the stupid assholes that were in her immediate vicinity. Starting with the one that shared her bed and finishing with the ones that raised her. It was all so, so… it was all too much! An irritated groan left her mouth as she rubbed her tired eyes. And that was another thing, she couldn’t work anymore. She had the attention span of a gnat and every part of her seemed too exhausted to do anything other than inane crap that couldn’t hold her interest even before she was pregnant.

“Do you want me to rub your shoulders?” The gravelly voice asked right beside her.

She jumped. A startled scream echoing off her lab’s walls and throbbing in her head to splitting level. She winced then glared at Vegeta. But by the look of concern on his face, her anger lessened to just plain irritation. She closed her eyes and rubbed the bridge of her nose hard.

“What the Hell do you want now?” She grumbled.

“Are the new drones ready yet?”

“No, I’m not working on them anymore.”

Vegeta balked, shocked. “Bulma!” He shouted at her. “What the Hell are you thinking?! How am I supposed to become a Super Saiyan without the proper training?!”

“Because you’re not becoming a Super Saiyan.”

Vegeta stared, that one cut deep. Too deep. He bristled. Fuck her being pregnant! “HOW DARE YOU—”

“HOW DARE YOU!” She screamed suddenly turning on him.

SMACK!

She slapped him. He stared at her. Now noticing the tears streaming down her cheeks. “How dare you!” She wept bitterly. She raised another hand… that he caught by the wrist. She raised her other, he caught that one by the wrist as well. She struggled in his firm grasp, “How dare you! How dare you lie to me! How dare you hide it from me! How dare you get distracted!!!”

Terror gripped his chest as she began wailing. Vegeta let her wrists go and crushed her to him. Cradling her, hushing her.

“Easy, Bulma, easy. Calm down. Please calm down.” He pleaded desperately. He could feel her emotions going haywire, felt her body trembling, felt her losing control in a dangerous way that sent every part of his mind and soul panicking!

“NO!!!!” She roared against his chest. Tiny fists pounding against his body. Still he held her to him. Letting her let it all out, fearing beyond words what would happen if she kept it bottled up instead. “You can’t do this to us! You can’t think about us, Vegeta! You can’t! We can’t be anywhere near you!! You have to train! You have to win!! If you don’t… If you don’t…”

Her sobs overwhelmed her. She clenched the shoulder straps of the armor she’d made him. Her tiny shoulders heaving, her body shaking with each crushing wail. He held her tighter and tighter as though he could will her hurt and fear away. He bowed his head, burying his face in her hair.

“Please,” her voice was so small, “If you don’t become a Super Saiyan, the Androids will kill you. Then they’ll come after me and the baby… And I can’t… I can’t do this alone, Vegeta. I don’t want to do this alone.”

She broke down again. Vegeta sniffed, softly pressing his lips to the top of her head, kissing her gently. Then he looked away from her, blinking back tears, sniffing again.

* * *

They never fought like that before. Never left each other’s presence without some sense of connection. This time, when her tears were done, when his tears were done, she’d wiped them away herself with another deep sigh that seemed to rattle every fiber of her being before turning away from him and going back to her work. With silence hanging between them, Vegeta turned and left her lab. He’d gone back out to the Gravity Chamber and trained harder than he had in a long time. For a moment he’d honestly considered leaving and training in the desert again. But no. He wasn’t going to run away from her and their child again. He wasn’t giving in to his own fear again. Yet, they both felt the gap that was suddenly between them. And never more so than lying in bed right now.

Vegeta stared at the door, listening to her vomiting again and fighting the urge to go hold her hair back for her and comfort her while her body wracked with everything their child was doing to it. He scowled at the dark. She had closed the door again. Shutting him out again. He felt his own dinner churn in his stomach. He winced but kept glaring. Bile was threatening to vacate. He gripped his pillow from underneath, his knuckles whitening over the hem of the blanket covering up to his waist. She wretched violently again. He seethed at the dark.

This was bad. It felt bad… It felt the worst. He loves her. More than words. More than himself. He loves their child, the whisper of a smile tugged at the corner of his grim-set mouth, and all the children still yet to come… She wanted more children than just this one. She wanted more of his children and he wanted more of hers. In order for that to happen, the Androids had to be destroyed. To make sure nothing bad ever happened, he’d have to destroy the Androids. To protect his family, to ensure a larger family, he’d have to destroy the Androids. And to do that, he’ll have to become the Legend. And in order to do that… Vegeta squeezed his eyes shut, keeping the wet and all the horrible feelings it brought with it at bay. He knew he had to do it, but… but that… he gritted his teeth, it didn’t make it any easier to deal with. Suddenly the toilet flushed. His eyes flew open. A few more minutes and the door opened, temporarily semi-illuminating the room, before the flick of the light switch plunged everything back into darkness. He leveled out his breathing and relaxed his body as he listened to her making her way across the pig sty floor to her side of the bed.

She didn’t say anything, her breathing was quick from the effort of nausea, but she didn’t say anything as he felt the covers lift behind him and the mattress dip with her weight and the covers lower again. She shifted this way and that, trying to find a comfortable position again. Eventually she settled. Still she didn’t say anything to him—

“Vegeta?” Her voice was so weak. His chest tightened and his heart clenched, he hated how weak she sounded; he hated how weak she was and he couldn’t do anything to alleviate that.

“What?” He grumbled.

There was a pause. Silence filling it again. “Hold me.”

Immediately he turned under the sheets and snuggled up to her as close as he could get. She needed him! She needed him again! He laid his arm over her waist and drew her in even closer to his chest… Then he nuzzled the back of her head, taking in a deep smell of her. She sighed contentedly and it melted him.

“I love you,” he whispered by her ear.

He heard her sniff, “You have to leave.”

“I know,” he agreed and felt so much pain at finally having to say it out loud, “I’ll have your Father prepare the ship—”

Suddenly she bolted upright, turning to look at him. Even in the dim light of the waning moon outside, he could see the shock on her face.

“The ship?!”

“Yes,” he frowned and looked away from her, staring into the pink of her pillow, “I can’t stay on this planet to train. You and I both know that the Gravity Chamber gives me the greatest assistance let alone that I… I… I can sense you anywhere on this planet.” His dark eyes met hers, “I won’t be able to help myself not to monitor your ki and the baby’s ki. I’d be attuned to it no matter what.” Vegeta sat up. “The only way to prevent you from being a distraction, to prevent myself from monitoring you, is I leave the planet.”

There he’d said it. He watched her. Watched it sink in. Her eyes lowered from his, analyzing his words in the air between them. Hurt slowly dawning on her, slackening her mouth in dismay and furrowing her brows with something akin to anguish. And realization dawning on her, the realization that no matter how she felt, no matter how he felt, it was true. It was all true.

Then her face contorted into heartbreak. Just as the tears started to come, Vegeta reached over and drew her into his embrace. This time he didn’t bother hushing her, he didn’t bother to try and calm her down. He just held her and let her weep. Let her tears leave grief-stricken trails down his chest. Let her nose drip snot on his scar-covered skin. He bowed his head and buried his nose in the top of her head. He inhaled deeply again, breathing her in; it was going to be one of the few chances he would have before he left the planet to commit her scent to his memory.

Eventually she couldn’t cry anymore. She pulled her head back from his chest, wiping at her eyes and nose. He reached behind her to her nightstand and retrieved the small box of tissues she kept there. He held them out to her. She cleaned herself up under his watchful gaze. Then she took the box and put it back on her nightstand. She turned back to face him and laid down, keeping her eyes locked with his. He took the cue he read in them and settled back down facing her as well. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tighter than he ever remembered her doing. He did the same, as if holding her tighter than he ever had before could magically imprint her body on his; he’d settle for imprinting the feel of her body in his arms, the feel of her body against his, instead.

“I love you,” she whispered wetly.

He turned his head to bury his tears in his pillow.

* * *

It had been an awkward talk with Doctor Briefs. It wasn’t that the elderly man didn’t understand why it had to be this way, but that the elderly man knew what it was taking out of both his daughter and his Saiyan son-in-law to do this and everything that went with it. The stress, the hurt, the distance, the strain. Everything.

“Are you sure about this, son?” The old man had asked.

Vegeta couldn’t meet his eyes, “Yes. I have to become a Super Saiyan if I’m to protect them. And that isn’t happening here. Not now.”

With that, Doctor Briefs nodded and got to work on getting everything ready, “I’ll prep the ship for a year’s journey—”

“Three months,” Vegeta snapped.

“Three months, eh? Gonna do this in hops instead of one big leap.”

“I won’t abandon her.” Vegeta gritted his teeth, clenched his fists by his side. His dark vision burning holes into the floor.

“Alrighty then, three days and then you’ll be off. That sound good?”

It was a shock to Vegeta that it would only take three days before he could leave. “So soon?” It pained him.

“If you’re going to jump, boy, jump.”

Vegeta nodded. And it was done. Her Father started drawing up a supply list and Vegeta set off for training in the desert just outside of the city; he wouldn’t be able to use the Gravity Chamber while it was being prepped for his impending departure.

He trained hard. He trained constantly. Although he always kept his senses locked in on hers and their unborn child’s ki, it was as though he had reverted to old habits. He didn’t talk to anyone. Kept his own hours. He trained until he couldn’t take it anymore and then trained some more.

He rarely saw her except when he returned to their bed after having showered, changed for bed, and eaten dinner. He’d find her already asleep. In the safety of the night, he’d watch her. The gentle rise and fall of her shoulder or chest depending on what position gave her comfort for the night. The moon always casting an ethereal glow to her that stole his breath away. His Namekian Goddess. He climbed into bed next to her and get settled by taking her in his arms again and holding her tight, always taking in the opportunity to imprint her in his mind. She’d always sigh like a cat with a full stomach of warm milk. He’d smirk, close his eyes, and drift off to sleep with her. In the mornings, he’d wake up before her, gingerly slip out of bed and out of their room, and return to his old room where he’d shower and dress for another day of training. Again alone in the kitchen, he’d eat whatever the Mother had left for him to eat and then he was off to the desert again.

The days passed quickly. He hadn’t meant for them to pass that fast, but he hadn’t prevented it either. If you’re going to jump, boy, jump. It was sage advice, painfully sage advice, from someone he had a strong suspicion knew it from personal experience. Her Father had built this company from the ground up with his revolutionary invention. How many times had his work called him away from his wife and child? The man knew what all of this meant and he knew that if Vegeta hesitated or even thought of prolonging it, he would never leave. It would all be for nothing. So the days passed and it was the evening before he was to leave.

He landed on his old balcony so as not to disturb… His brows furrowed, What is she still doing up?

Vegeta abandoned his towel and water bottle and headed for his door. Once he opened it, he didn’t hear anything except for the soft steps of bare feet. They were unhurried but traveling away from him. He stepped out into the softly lit hallway. She shouldn’t be up this late, not in her condition. She needed to rest and take advantage of her nausea passing for the moment so she could sleep deeply and recover… She was standing in front of their door wearing her pink bathrobe. It wasn’t tied at her waist and it was coming off her shapely shoulders. Her hair was a mess of fantastic curls again. She had her hand on the door handle. An elegant vignette.

She looked over her shoulder at him. Those enchanting curls framing her beautiful face. Her eyes bright and angelic with the soft lighting practically glowing in their sapphire depths. He spotted the slightest blush to the apples of her cheeks. He tried to convince himself that it was residual from her sickness, but her demeanor was all wrong. Then he detected something in the air. Slight but becoming more and more pronounced with every passing moment. Her scent. Her cheeks were blushed because she wanted him in a way she hadn’t wanted him for weeks now. His heart thundered in his ears.

She looked away from him. Was that… he swore he saw the hint of a smile just starting to touch the corner of her mouth as she opened the door and went inside. He stared. She’d left the door open for him to follow. Her scent still lingering in the air as the most enticing, seductive lure he could possibly imagine. His whole body burned. His jaw set. Every dirty, lusty thought he could ever have about her played out in his dark, smoldering, swarthy gaze. He followed.

* * *

The full moon lit their room like a temple lantern. Soft, holy silvery light casting the unusual shadows that seemed to ordain the room as hallowed sanctuary. A world all their own… for the night.

He stood in the opened doorway and watched, completely awed and enamored with the sight. Bulma’s delicate fingers were slipping the pink silk garment from her bare shoulders… pulling… pulling then releasing. It fell around her feet. Her hands by her side. He admired the sight of her naked body from behind. Her luscious curls hiding the lovebite scar that he’d given her when he took her on their Wedding Night… the perfect lines of her shoulders and delicate outcroppings of her shoulder blades… the slender, sleek slope of her back… the voluptuous curvature of her hips that refined the perfect heart shape of her incredible ass… long legs that gave her the perfect proportions… She was perfect.

She half-turned, giving him a clear view of her profile. Her strawberries stood out from the cream of her full breasts. His body electrified. His hands fisted at his sides. He was set.

She looked over at him… He startled, there was a question in her eyes… doubt?... fear?... concern?... Suddenly seeing so many layers of uncertainty on her face, inhabiting the slump of her shoulders, it unnerved him. Why did she need to even see if he had followed her? Why would she even doubt that he would follow her?

Her feet were carrying her to him. Bringing her face to face with him. But she couldn’t meet his eyes. She was looking at his chest… or his Adam’s apple… or maybe his chin… anywhere but his eyes or his face. Why? Why won’t she look at me? He eyed her, stunned even more at what he was seeing so clearly so up close and personal now. Her brows were pinched ever so slightly in that way that they did when she actually felt the fear of embarrassment, normally she was so confident and unwavering in how carefree she was in whatever she did; other people’s judgements be damned. It was doubt he was seeing in those sapphire orbs. The flush of potentially dire embarrassment pinking her cheeks. Her pink lips parted to show white teeth clenched together in nervousness. She looked so… so… He didn’t know what to say, what to do, what to think. He was shocked. His own lips falling apart in his own uncertainty in the face of what to do. It was clear she was offering herself to him and absolutely terrified that he wouldn’t accept her. Why? It made no—He was leaving. Leaving the planet for who knew how long and she was… scared that he wouldn’t come back to her. Gods…

Vegeta scooped her up in his arms. Taking them inside the room and kicking the door shut behind them. His lips mashing against hers. He felt his manhood grow for her. Reach for her despite the confines of his skintight pants. He wanted her. He would never stop wanting her. He kicked off his gold-tipped, white boots. He let go of her before she could react and began yanking down on his pants. Desperate to get the stupid things off and claim her in a way that would let her know to never doubt that she was his and he was hers ever again no matter the circumstances. No matter the distance, they are mates for life.

Her lips found his again. Her hands his neck. She had missed his kiss. She had missed him. Gods damn it! These things! He yanked on his pants. Finally! They cleared his cut hips. Setting his hard cock free. He yanked them off his legs and flung them Gods’ knew where, he didn’t care. He gathered her up in his arms again. This time her arms wrapped around his neck as they devoured each other. Her legs wrapping around his waist as he headed straight for their waiting bed.

He crawled onto it with her, lowering her onto it’s cushy surface. Her fingers cupped one of his shoulder blades, her nails digging into the flesh of his back. Her legs hiked above the cut of his hips. Her heels keeping bouncing, spurring time against his taut ass as he slipped inside of her. Thrusting over and over. Setting a relentless pace that had her very nearly drawing blood. They didn’t speak. Just let their moans and groans, whimpers and gasps, hisses be all the sounds they needed to hear from each other. He kept thrusting and thrusting. His thick, hard cock filling her warm, tight pussy. His tongue tasted every part of her mouth. Entwined with her tongue as she tasted him. She moaned. He groaned, feeling the precum weep into her welcoming depths. It had been so long since he felt her like this. Heard her moan from the pleasure his body gave hers. Fuck, this feels so good! So fucking good! He ground his hips into her tight pussy. Driving himself into her. Fucking her good. Just as a starter.

He reared up and sat back on his heels. Teetering on the edge of the bed. Holding her on his lap. She straddled him. One hand holding her delicate lower back, keeping her safe. His other hand grabbing a healthy chunk of her delicious ass cheek to hold her down so he could still fill her as deeply as he possibly could. His hips still thrusting. Her hips bouncing now. She opened her mouth wider so they could plunge their tongues deeper into each other’s mouths. He took the opportunity to finally nip at her lower lip the way he’d been dying to for a long while now before licking as deep into her mouth as he could. Her bounces, his thrusts sending her round, pillowy breasts to fit perfectly with the outstretched curve of his throat. Her hands cupping the base of his skull. Her nails digging into his scalp. Zinging his skin with the contact. Thrilling his cock with it. They gasped moaned, growled as they fed upon each other. She bounced and bounced. Her cunt feeling tighter and tighter to his engorged penis. She rode his thrusts harder and harder. His thrusts forcing him deeper and deeper. He felt his balls pinching. The feel of them both heading for climax drove them desperate. She whimpered, grinding her hips back and forth over his lap. He held her down and thrusted into her without a care for the screams filling his mouth as his won roars filled hers. Fuck. Fuck! FUCK!!!!! She came. Her walls gripping him and releasing and gripping over and over. His hot semen shooting jets deep into her core. And she rode him. She kept fucking him. Not wanting it to end so soon. Wanting him to tremble between her thighs. And he wanted to. Gods, did he want to tremble between her legs again. His breathing rasped as he strained to give her all he could. He felt himself release more into her. Jet after jet. She could feel it, his hot seed inside her. Her legs starting to shake as her own orgasm ebbed into needy moans. She wanted more. Had to have more.

Her body stopped moving. She clawed at him. Their orgasm gone too soon. Hoping their kiss would last. But he wanted more too.

Vegeta sat up on his knees and dumped her off his lap. Temporarily vacating her tight body. She gasped as she bounced on the mattress before he flipped her over. He was on her in a second. She yelped when he yanked one of her knees up the soft linens. He was back inside her with a single, powerful thrust. She screamed as he took her from behind. Sweat beading on her skin. Sweat dripping of his. He reached around and cupped her delicate throat. Turning her face to look at him even though he shut his eyes, gritted his teeth, and pounded into her relentlessly.

“Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!” She screamed.

His free hand gripped the sheets. “Hn! Hn! Hn! Hn!” He grunted. Pounding her. Jarring her tiny body beneath his.

“Hahnngh,” she growled.

“Hnngh,” he growled back, rolling them both onto their sides.

He grabbed the lifted knee and held it up. Thrusting in her with abandon. He angled her face up to his again and devoured her lips. She shoved the pillow away and grabbed a huge chunk of sheets. Her breasts bounced. Her back arched. He was fucking her gloriously. Her legs shook as her body began bracing again. Holy fuck! Holy Fuck! His thick fingers dug into the tender flesh under her thigh as she felt—She yanked on the sheets, hearing them rip, as her scream filled his body. She felt herself squirt her juices over her inner thigh, slicking his thrusting dick. He slipped in and out of her so much easier now. Rubbing that rough spot inside her perfectly. Furiously. He growled again. Deeper. Darker. He kissed her so hard she thought her lips would bruise. Oh fuck this feels so good!

Suddenly he pulled away from her. She fell back on her back. He was on top of her. His iron body pinning her down to the bed. Pinned her wrists down by their hips. He thrust and she saw stars behind her eyelids. He fucked her hard. Deep. She never thought he could be this deep or this rough with her. And she loved it!

Her breasts squished against his chest. His mouth falling open as he, “Hng! Hng! Hng! Hng!,” into her drenched cunt. He’d make her wetter. He’d fill her with his seed so much that it would seep out between his shaft and her nether lips again. He slammed his cock into her over and over. More, he had to have more! Had to give her more! She would never want! She would never be in doubt!

“Hng! Hng! Hng! Hng! Hng!”

“Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”

She struggled beneath him. Writhed. But he was steel. He wouldn’t budge except for his hips giving her pleasure beyond words but not beyond sound…

Suddenly her head snapped back with a primal scream filling her room and spilling into the crisp might air beyond her balcony. Sweat dripped down his forehead and cheek onto her prone throat.

“Hnngh!!” He roared as he released in her again. Filling her more. His hips slamming into her again… again… again… Her walls thundering around his pulsating dick. He gave it to her over and over. Fresh hot jets of his seed streaming into her hot depths. Gods, she feels good!

Suddenly he rolled over onto his back, taking her with him. She took control immediately. Her hips rode with abandon. Her nails finding the chiseled edges of his pectorals and digging into their curves.

“HA! HA! HA! HA! HNGH!” She roared. Squeezing her eyes shut and riding her Husband’s fantastic stiff cock. He felt so fucking amazing! And the way he made her feel, she was dripping with sweat. Soaked in it and cum and she didn’t care! She was in Heaven! His head was flung back, “HA! HN! HN!” He groaned, wallowing in the pleasure she gave him. His body just as drenched as hers.

She rode him. Rode him. He gripped her hips. His fingers digging into her soft flesh. She bowed her head as she felt her body tense and suddenly release again. She squirted all over his crotch. Her body shaking. Her strawberries as pert as lighthouses. It was bliss! Pure bliss! She kept riding, kept feeling her whole body tingle with her cumming until he joined her.

His hips bucked up into her hard and she felt more thick spurts of his cream slather her inside. It was so hot! It felt so good! She kept riding and riding until he was having trouble breathing. Vegeta, the Prince of All Saiyans, was straining under the power of the orgasm she could pull from him. Tearing him down. Breaking him apart the same way he did to her. It made her feel glorious! It made her feel powerful! It made her feel like a Queen!

They panted for awhile before she managed to lift her head from his chest and place a gentle press of her lips to his. It was all the kiss she could manage. His lips reacted, pucker for hers. She kissed again, he puckered back again. Then again. And again. Until their kisses were longer… deeper… involving their tongues searching each other’s mouths. He was succulent. With such a scarred body and such rough hands, Vegeta’s lips were surprisingly soft and pillowy. His tongue curious and attentive. For him, he’d never felt anything so soft in his life as her pillowy lips. They seemed perpetually moist and plump and just waiting for him to suck and nip and feast. Her tongue was agile and catlike and inquisitive. Every part of her was an explorer and begged to be explored. Vegeta never thought of himself as an adventurer, but for her, he was. He would always be an avid explorer just for her.

He began to push up, pushing her back up. She slipped off his lap the further he sat up. He got up on his knees. The bustling breaking their kiss. But she stayed close to him, her lips always near, and ready to be back on his the moment there was an opportunity to. He straightened up on his knees and reached for her hips as her hands reached for his neck. They drew each other in for another round of oral exploration. He indulged in her, pressed her hips to his. Commiting it all to memory. He plunged his tongue deeper. Slicking and snaking it over hers. Feeling the sharp edges of her perfect teeth. The warmth of her mouth. He pressed her hips closer. Felt the searing heat of her incredible body. Felt the press and slight parting of her nether lips against the aching hardness of his rock hard cock. She was drenched and he felt the peak of her engorged pearl. He groaned. He needed more. Had to have more. Had to give her more as though the ghost o his body presence could stay with her forever like a talisman that warded off any who would dare to get near her while he was away.

Then he nudged and pulled one side of her hip. Silently asking her to turn around. She held their kiss as long as she could as she began to turn her body around for him. When their lips broke, they both sucked in air. She turned fully around and leaned over onto all fours. He enveloped her tiny frame with his own muscular one. She gripped the sheets as he nuzzled the lovebite he’d given her through her hair. She closed her eyes and moaned long and low. Relishing in the feel of his Saiyan love for her. The puff of his hot breath through his nose permeating her hair and skin. Making the lovebite scar tingle. And moistening between her legs even more. Reflexively her core clenched even though he wasn’t inside her to feel it. Vegeta reached between them and took hold of himself. He pulled away from his mate just enough to line himself up then closed the distance between them again as he slipped inside of her. He made sure to enter her nice and slow since she was so wet and he wanted her to feel every bit of him. For her wanton pussy to memorize the smooth roundness and cleft of his head, every vein along his shaft, and every ridge leading down to his base. He filled her. And she moaned an ‘Ahhhhh’ that was music to his ears.

Inside of her, he reached his hands and cupped her full breasts. Her pussy clenched his penis as he rolled his palm over her stiff nipples. Strawberries, he hummed. She gasped. He squeezed her breasts, feeling how soft they were. Pliable. Luscious orbs of the softest cream. He reared back slowly, bringing her with him, and making sure that he didn’t slip out of her.

He sat back on his heels. Bulma leaned her head back and he wiggled his nose over her lovebite. He closed his eyes, wallowing in the cozy warmth that was her. Her slipped his hands to hook behind her knees. And lifted.

She trusted him completely. Her tight ass nestled into his lap even more as he raised her bent legs over his bent knees. He balanced her perfectly. She closed her eyes and reached around his neck and placed her fingers over the scar of the lovebite she’d given him. He purred at her touch. His hips moved. Leisurely. Up then down… Up then down… Her fingers rubbed circles over his lovebite. Sweat dripped down his temples. Down his etched shoulders and biceps. It poured off of her like she was goddess of water. He grinned, My Namekian Goddess. He buried his face in her bobbing teal curls, breathing in her scent like she was a cup of morning coffee, contented wafts of steam that melted every tense muscle better than any massage. Being inside her was his solace. His sanctuary. He let go of her right knee. She kept it balanced on her own, liking the way this position made him feel inside her. He slipped his hand over her slick stomach… down… down… running his fingers through her sticky patch of teal hairs, rolling his digits through it… moving down to her saturated lips and parting them with his honey-dipped fingers. Her back arched the moment a warm fingertip caressed her hot bead.

“Aha,” she cried out.

He made small, tender circles over her stimulated clit. Her breathing shallowed, rasped. He purred into her hair again. Enjoying in the gentle, bobbing thrusts, the squish of their sticky sweet juices over his fingers and palm and her nether lips, and her achingly arousing whimpers of pleasure. She responded by turning her face to his, mashing the side of her face to the left side of his so hard her right eye squeezed shut. His nose nestled over the flushed apple of her cheek. His lips finding her jawline and kissing it over and over. Her hand slipped from his lovebite to his ear and cheek. He kept moving his hips. Rubbing her glorious pearl. Her free hand gripped his wrist still holding up her left knee. Her mouth hanging open in constant cries and moans. It was tempting to stay here forever. Experience nights like this forever. Be inside her forever. More than she could possibly know. But it couldn’t be, not until he had defeated the Androids. And to do that he had to leave in the morning, well, mere hours from now actually. In the meantime, he could be tempted by her, experience her, be inside her all night long until the alarm sounded and their fairytale night together would end.

“Uhhnngh,” she growled. The sound vibrating through his body.

He growled, low, deep, and luscious. She melted, gasping. He bucked a little for good measure. Her breathing seized in her chest. His tongue joined his kisses to her jaw. Licking the salty dew from her flushed jaw. Drinking her in literally. His brows pinched when he felt the pressure begin to build in his balls right at the base of his extended cock. Her breathing became ragged. Her cheeks burning with sexual exertion. He felt her tightening around his weeping head. He strained to keep his pace measured. All he wanted to do was fuck her with total, reckless abandon. Grind into her tender pussy all of his cock she could take. His breathing changed. Picked up. Rasped. She clenched tighter. His balls pinched tighter.

“Uh! Uh! Uh!”

He rubbed her inside and out. Licked and kissed.

Her grip on his wrist went white-knuckle.

The sweat sheened their skins in the moonlight as though they had bathed under it’s heavenly glow. And they had, bathed in each other’s affections.

“Ha! Ha! Ha!”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! Fuck!!!!! Vegeta suddenly grabbed her clit as his cock pulsed, cumming inside her. Twitching and bobbing with each jet of his hot semen he filled pussy with. His hand squeezing the tender flesh behind her knee. Bulma’s head fell back, voiceless, as she gasped and whimpered, trying to breathe. Her walls quaking. The fluttering milking him. Her nails biting into his wrist. Her other hand desperately holding onto his meaty trapezius for dear life. Legs shaking. Toes curling tight.

They pitched forward. Collapsing. Panting hard against the bedsheets. But he wasn’t done yet. Not by a long shot. It started with a soft growl… then another as he parted his lips and nipped at her shoulder… then another growl lasting longer as his nips became playful. The Saiyan way of asking her if she was ready yet. Keeping her enticed for him. Eventually she started purring, rubbing her body against his. Marking him as her territory. His growl became huskier, her purr needier. He rubbed his body with hers. Oh, they could feel how ready they were again.

He reared back, slipping out of her. He grabbed her arm and flipped her over roughly. She let out an excited squeal, bouncing on the comfy mattress that had already proven its buoyancy more than up to the sensuous task of keeping up with them. So there she was. Radiant in the glory of her perfect body and the wet glow it received from hot, steamy, sex with her Husband and the aura of the moonlight outside their room. Her legs spread, her knees bent up just waiting from the perfect fit of his hips to hers. Her voluptuous pillows of cream waiting for his touch, waiting for his lips and tongue to snack on her delectable strawberries. Her sapphire blue eyes watched his. She got a kick all over again at how the Prince liked to survey his territory. She turned her hands over so that the back of her hands felt the warmth that their insane body heats had lent the sheets then dragged them up the bed in wide swings of her arms to dangle her hands over the edge of the mattress above her head. Surrendering to him and his dark desires, desires she wanted him to fulfill with her. His smoldering gaze followed the path of her hands upward and found her eyes waiting for his. She licked her lips before biting her lip in that way that drives him wild… her toe reached out to his slippery thigh and dragged the tip of its nail up to the temptation of the start of his plunging ‘V’. He smirked, that smirk that told her he was going to fuck her senseless, enjoy every moment of it and make sure she did too, and he knew that he really was that incredible in her bed. She loves that smirk. Without preamble, he grabbed her ankle and pulled her leg straight up on a long, elegant line. He kept eye contact with her as he ran his hand down her calve… down the back of her knee… he grabbed the back of her thigh roughly.

“Uhngh,” she gasped, backing arching a little. Breasts bouncing and those curls…

Vegeta shoved her knee against her chest. Bulma gasped. He licked his own lips as he took hold of his dick once more and lined up his eager head with her waiting entrance. He pressed his tip to her and her moan came out more as a desperate whimper. He knew that sound, that was the sound of her desperate for him to fill her and fuck her into the mattress. He gave a smoldering growl deep in his chest like a barrel roll of Saiyan thunder and shoved his hips forward, thrusting into her. Her back snapped back fiercely. A scream ripped from her throat. He leaned over her, balanced on his other hand he placed beside her hip, and eased his hips back from her, slipping out a little. Then he slipped back in. Then out. Her back eased back into the comfort of the mattress. She looked at him with blushed cheeks and pleading eyes. Gods! She looks stunning! He thrusted back in. Hard. Bearing down on her with his cock. Pounding her pussy. Hard and fast. The bed bounced and creaked with his power.

Her shoulder lifted. Her eyes squeezed tight at the mercy of the fucking onslaught. She gritted her teeth. Taking it. Taking him. Her hand gripped his forearm muscles. Her nails dug in deep. He looked down and watched her delicate nails drag burning, long, red lines down his flesh. Then he looked further down at the sticky mess their crotches and inner thighs were and watched his cock ramming in and out of her spread folds. Fuck!!! He seared it into his mind. He watched himself fuck the shit out of his wife. Her stifled screams morphing into snarls that turned him on even more. Calling to his primal side. He went at her harder and faster. She writhed. Her head snapped back. She growled like he’d never heard her before.

He leaned back, not slowing his pace or easing his power for a moment. He yanked her leg up from mashing her perfect breast and lifted it to his chest. Holding her calve over his shoulder. Sweat dripped down his cheek. Down his trapezius. Down his perfect pectorals. He watched her writhe, snarl, growl. Her nails biting into his flesh, searing. Sweat matting her soaked curls to her hairline. Matting her hair to her neck. To her shoulder. It beaded on her breasts and stomach. Dripped off her shoulders and biceps. She kept her leg spread for him. She was truly a sight to behold! His cheeks blushed deep red as he watched her take him. He gritted his teeth, feeling what seeing it was doing to him. He pounded harder and harder. Faster and faster. The bed sounded like it was about to give. She sounded like she was about to be ripped apart and wanted nothing but more of him. Gods!! She’s perfect!! She’s fucking perfect!!!!! He wanted to lick the moonlight off her body…

He flung himself down onto her. Still pounding her poor, defenseless, wanton pussy into the mattress. Hammering brutal, blissful screams from her tiny lungs. He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging savagely into her plump, round ass. He didn’t care if he bruised her. She didn’t care if he bruised her ass as long as he kept fucking her like this! She wrapped her arms around his neck. One of her hands grabbing a fat chunk of his flame and holding on as he plowed into her pussy. Her growls gave way to the most sinful moans of pure ecstasy. You are! You are so fucking GOOD TO ME!!!! He buried his face in her neck. Licking her pulse line clean of sweat. Clean of moonlight. Her legs wrapped around his waist and squeezed. More! More!

The pressure was building. Building. Building. He felt like his whole body was going to explode. Every muscle, every sinew drew as tight as an overstretched band. Vibrating under the stress. About to snap gloriously. He didn’t stop. He didn’t dare stop. She clung to him for dear life. She didn’t want him to stop. Not until… Oh Kami! Until… Oh Kami!! Unti—She screamed the most powerful orgasm of her fucking life! Brutal. Primal. He dug vicious bruises into her hot ass, slamming into her quivering pussy over and over and over. Roaring like a fiend! Feeling himself shoot hot streams of cum deep inside her. So fucking deep! He kept going until he fucking hurt to keep fucking her like this. She kept up with him though. Lasting just as long.

But he couldn’t stop now. If he did, the night would end before the alarm. If he did, it wouldn’t last forever!

He moved his hips, slipping out of her. He hissed at the pain it sent through his tip and shaft, searing him on the way out. He lifted himself up just enough to flip her over onto her stomach. She lay there. Exhausted and spent. Vegeta may be exhausted, but he was far from spent. He pounced on her prone form. He hands gripped the sheets on either side of her as he smashed his mouth onto her lower back. Kissing and licking the base of her spine. She cooed, barely able to writhe under the tingling feeling of his tongue on her skin. His mouth traveled up her spine. Tasting and sampling each vertebra. She moaned and shivered beneath him. Heat pooling in her core again. All at once she felt as if she couldn’t take anymore and she couldn’t get enough. The further he went up the middle of her back the more aroused she became. She wasn’t the only one. Fresh scent filled his nostrils, mixing with their old juices, and each whimper and shudder made his mouth water. Making him harder. He couldn’t get enough of her. He lapped up her sweat. Lapped up the salt from her skin. He gave her a kiss between her shoulder blades then nipped at her lovebite, she moaned, before kissing it lustily then sitting up on his knees. Her grabbed her round rump sitting so enticingly right in front of him. Like she was offering herself up to him. And who was he to reject or deny himself such an offering. From his Wife.

Vegeta massaged Bulma’s buttocks before sliding his hands along her wet skin to take hold of her ample hips. He lifted, she whined a little, but he got her hips up over her knees. He kept one hand on her hip to keep her steady and slipped the other to his stiff member. He slicked some of his precum over his weeping head. Gritting his teeth and hissing at it’s hypersensitivity. He held his tip out and rubbed it against her splayed entrance. Her hips bucked, her voice moaning, begging him to enter her. Her rubbed at her entrance a few more times then pressed himself in. She welcomed him gratefully, easily. Slowly, Vegeta pushed his hips forward until he was fully inside her. He felt her walls grip all around him, holding him deep inside her. Gods, she feels so good. He gripped her hips tightly and began fucking her again. Setting another hard and fast pace. She rose up on her hands, “Ha! Ha! Ha!”

He was mesmerized by the frantic bouncing of her teal-colored locks. Flashing him quick glimpses of the scar of her lovebite. He could almost envision by the slump of her shoulders the bouncing of her breasts. Suddenly he didn’t want to imagine anything. That time was coming sooner than he’d like, but for now he wanted the real thing.

Vegeta reached down and yanked back on her left elbow. She’d nearly slipped, but he yanked again on her forearm then wrist. She was reared up as he rode her hard. He gripped her wrist tightly and pinned it to the small of her back between them. She looked back at him, struggling to keep her self up. His eyes looked down over her trapped shoulder. Down at her flushed bouncing breasts… He licked his lips like a starving man shown a steak. Or rather a starving Saiyan Prince shown a single, ripe Strawberry. He growled deep and low in his chest. He kept her left arm pinned as he reached around her right arm. Pinning it as well. His fingertips caressed over the wet dome of her right breast. He massaged it. She yelled in his face, “Uhhnngh!”

Oh fuck, he cupped her breast… then fingered her strawberry. It was soft and stiff at the probing of his fingertip. He felt her pussy clench. He rolled his finger over her strawberry’s luscious tip.

“Uhhhnnngh!”

He rubbed his thumb over the curve of her pillow… rubbed it once, twice over her strawberry tip… then took it between his thumb and his forefinger and pinched.

“HA!!!” She screamed.

He rubbed and rolled her pert nipple between his fingers. Her hips bucked into him. He kept thrusting. Watching himself manipulate her tender nipple. Her body trembled. Legs weakening. But he kept her held up. Kept her body bouncing faster and faster off his thrusting pelvis. He listened to her body. The way she was screaming. The way her pussy had a death grip on his manhood even as he slipped in and out of her. From this angle he rubbed that special part inside of her perfectly. Relentlessly. Her nose nuzzled his cheek. He nearly came. She nuzzled it again. Kept nuzzling. He felt his balls clench again.

“Hn! Hn! Hn!” He groaned through clenched teeth.

“Ha! Ha! Ha!” The tip of her nose rubbed into his cheek—

“HHHNNNNNGH!!!!” He came. Filling her pussy. His seed squirting from her wet folds. Dripping down his pulsating shaft. Oozing down her thighs. His hips slammed into her again and again. Prolonging his bliss. He buried his face in her curls. His cheeks burning with exertion. His whole body trembled. Suddenly she grabbed his thigh with her free hand… He felt her walls quake. He stopped his hips. Leant his forehead against the back of her shoulder. Grateful that her orgasm was milking him of the rest of his orgasm. She stopped moving. Panting. Flushed as her pussy quaked and his cock slowly stopped pulsing as it squirted more semen into her…

She basked in the warmth of his body. It always amazed her how much stamina he had, how much stamina he gave her just by being the only man she’d ever met that treated her like the only woman in the world. He always seemed to push himself to breaking for her, with her… He loves her and she loves him. They found adventure and excitement in each other on Namek. Then they found comfort in each other when her heart had been broken by someone else. Now she was his wife and they found solace in each other forever.

He released her wrist and slumped back on his heels. His arms hung by his sides, his hands palms up beside his shivering thighs, and his head bowed. He gasped for air, panting still. She collapsed forward and barely caught herself on her hands. Her sweat dripped off her onto the bedsheets. Temporarily darkening the bright pink color. She looked back over her shoulder at him. He hadn’t budged. Just sat there looking like a spent and broken man… but she knew he was far from it. She turned around to face him. He lifted his head to look at her; his cheeks deep red and his eyes nearly shut. Bulma crawled up to him… up onto his lap… Vegeta looked up into her blue eyes, still bright and beautiful and the most enchanting things he’d ever seen in the entire universe. She reached up and he felt the angel soft touch that he’d never experienced in entire tortured life until he’d met her. Her fingers warmed his cheeks as she leaned her forehead against his and breathed in his smell. Musk… sweat… spice that made her stomach tingle and butterfly… She slipped one hand into his hair… and took a handful of his unique flame at the back of his head. Enjoying the feel of his hair between her fingers. Coarse and soft at the same time… like him. She leaned in further and touched the tip of her nose to his then nuzzled him. Somehow he found it in himself to raise his hands to rest on her waist… then wrapped his arms around her. Holding her. Bulma tilted her head… and pressed her lips to Vegeta’s. The kiss was simple. No lusty fire… just a glow, like the halo of moonlight they found themselves and their bed bathed in. Like it had the night they conceived their child, the night they bonded together forever. Their kiss lasted as long as a breath. She kissed him again… then again. Slowly he leaned forward, making sure to keep his arms around her tiny waist. He laid them back on the warm sheets with control that he didn’t think he still had.

It was their respite without having to lose any time to something as frivolous as sleep. Spending all the time they could with each other before… He squeezed his eyes shut and inhaled deeply; he didn’t want to think about that, all he wanted to do right now was lay here in his bed and kiss his Wife. Relish in the softness of her lips… in the softness of her whole body in his arms… He kissed her back. Soft, sweet, and gentle. He was only ever this way with her. She was magic to him, for him. He loves her. He’s never loved anything except his homeworld, but she, his Bulma, she is his homeworld now.

His hands travelled along her sides… her hips… up her sides again… his fingers and palms mapping every curve of her body. The flex of every muscle just beneath that smooth porcelain skin. Her fingers threaded over and over through his thick, black, flame of hair… each caress sending thrills to his spine. He etched the feeling in his mind, never forgetting the way she made him feel. Her fingers left his hair… travelled down the back of his neck, fingered the lines of the scar she’d given him… his breathing shallowed, picked up; it was amazing… her delicate touch caressed along the lines of his shoulder blades… down his back. Nimble digits tracing the line of every scar that he’d rather forget about but life and anatomy refused to let him ever forget. Now he had something new to attribute to those scars, not the horrors of their stories but the bliss of her touch. He felt himself throb and ache between their bodies, growing with each caress. He tilted his head this way… and that… kissing her in every way possible and she did the same. Her hands cupped the middle of his back… sliding down… down… His hands slipped over her arms… sliding up… up… He cupped her shapely shoulders. Her fingers settled on his lower back… began moving inward. He knew to where. His penis knew where. Her breathing quickened, she knew where and what it would mean.

Silently, she began spreading her legs for him. She took her time with the motion. Knowing to let him commit to memory every touch… every sensation… Her fresh scent, their juices, tingling his nose. Making his mouth water in primal ways that he was sure went beyond what it meant to be a Saiyan but not beyond what it meant to be a man. His hands moved from her shoulders up into the fluffy curls that haloed her angelic face. He drove his fingers up through them… feeling the soft caress of every teal tendril… His thick fingertips found her scalp. He cupped her head, feeling thick locks matte between his palms and her head. Felt soft fingers trace scars angle down from the small of his back. Okay, so maybe he hadn’t known where her hands were going. Fingers traced the lines of his buttocks, riling him up, before cupping his buttocks. She moved his hips forward… his fingers curled and curled the closer his hips got to her heat… When he felt himself press at her entrance, he gripped handfuls of teal. He met no resistance as she guided him inside her. Gripping his cheeks tighter and tighter the further she brought him into her. He closed his eyes and just felt. Every succulent millimeter of her… her grip… his girth… his grip… the touch of the sheets beneath them. He was all the way in her, a perfect fit. He knew what to do. He eased his hips back, slipping out of her a little, then slipped back inside her. His movements were slow, testing, timid at first. He continued to absorb every sensation every moment. Felt each bead of sweat bloom on his skin and hers… each bead slink, stream, and trickle along rippling sinews and soft-moving porcelain… breathing patterns aligning with every gentle push. He bowed his head, the tip of his nose touching her chin. He inhaled deeply. Taking in everything. He picked up his movements. Bobbing their bodies up and down the mattress. Her plump breasts rose to press into his hard chest as her back arched with their slightly faster pace.

“Aaaaahhhhhh,” she moaned, her jaw slackening. Her own eyes closing slowly. She held him tight inside her. He absorbed new familiar sensations. He felt his tip weep crystal clear droplets inside her. “Aaaahhhh… Mmmmm… Hmmmmm…”

“Hhhnnnggghhhh,” he groaned, “Hhhhnnnnnggggghhhhh… Mmmmmmmm…” She was bliss, pure bliss. “Hhhhaaaaaaa… Aaaaahhhhhh…”

He moved faster in her. Making physical heat from the carnal heat. Manicured nails drew across his buttocks to his burning thighs over her own bobbing thighs to his knees nestled into rumpled folds of pink bed linens and fluffy mattress.

He shifted his knees a little bit farther apart, dropping himself down lower, and made one long circle with his hips. Her breath seized in her chest. Her back arched sharply. Nails digging into his knees. “Hah,” she gasped. She clamped down on him. “Ha,” he gasped. He couldn’t breathe. He made a circle again… felt her nipples pierce his chest, his cheeks flushed… Another circle… “Hhhhaaaaa!” She begged. “Hhhhaaaa.” He answered. Another circle. Another. He picked up speed again. The bed shifted with their movements. Rocking back and forth as well.

“Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!” Her fingers hooked around his knees. Holding on. He picked up his pace.

Their bed creaked and rocked and thudded loudly against the wall. Circle after circle. He picked up his pace. Circle. Circle. Circle.

His balls tingled. Tensed. THUD. THUD. THUD. Circle. Circle. Circle.

“HA! HA! HA! HA!”

“AH! AH! AH! AH!”

His whole body felt more alive than he ever remembered. Only with her. He was only ever this alive when he was with her. He could feel, could tell that she was only ever satiated when she was with him. Only with him.

Circle. Circle. Circle. THUD. THUD. THUD.

“HA! HA! HA!”

“AH! AH! AH!”

They knew how to fulfill one another. Give each other everything they never had before.

His body burned with pleasure. Going white hot, almost numb. The base of his cock pinching tighter and tighter with every circular thrust. He was going to explode inside her. He wanted to explode inside her. Fill her with his cum so thoroughly that the excess squirted out around his shaft from the confines of her folds. He wanted to stain the sheets with cum. Circle. Circle. Circle. THUD. THUD. THUD.

“HAAAAA!! HAAAAA!! HAAAAA!!” Gods, Bulma!!! Oh Gods, BULMA!!!!

“AAHHHNNNN!! MMMMNNNNN!!” Vegeta!! Oh Fucking KAMI!!! VEGETA!!!!

Tighter. Tighter. Circle. Circle. THUD. THUD. THUD.

The tension was unbearable. He wanted to break. To shatter inside her. He wanted her to come apart at the seams. Shatter into a million little pieces underneath him. His cock twitched. Twitched. I’m gonna… “HNN!! HNN!! HNN!!” Her thighs quivered against his. “AH!!! AH!!! AH!!!” I’m gonna… Tighter. Tighter. Circle. Circle. THUD. THUD. Quiver. Quiver.

“HN!!! HN!!! HN!!!”

“AH!!! AH!!! AH!!!”

His fists in her hair shook…

Her hips moved. Writhing in the incredible pleasure. She was on the brink. Teetering on that edge. The more she moved the more excited he got. The more the tightness at the base of his manhood was nearly bringing him to tears. He wanted to cum. He wanted to cum so bad inside her. He wanted her to cum so fucking hard all over him!

Tighter. Tighter. Circle. Circle. THUD. THUD. Quiver. Quiver.

Suddenly her hands shot to his lower back. Her fingers dug into his tail nub.

“HNNNGH!!!!!” He rammed into her. The bed giving an almighty CRACK! Against the wall! Thick spurts of semen squirted into her pussy. Her fingers rubbed deep and hard into his sensitive tail nub. He rammed again! “HNN!!!!” Again! “HNN!!!!!”

She gasped. Desperate as though she were taking more than she could handle. Overwhelmed. Her walls fluttered and fluttered. Ram! “HNGH!” Her fingers dug deeply into him. He strained to squirt all he could into her. Strained until she milked him dry. Strained until the quake of her pussy subsided. He bobbed his hips a few times. Giving her aftershocks. He worked his hips through pants until even those subsided.

They opened their eyes. He drank in the sight of her desperate sapphire eyes glowing in the moonlight. The apples of her cheeks flushed bright pink. Her curls matted to her hairline like a teal crown he’d bestowed upon her. Beads of sweat dotting her forehead and chin. He felt a drop of sweat slip along his jaw, build up on the tip of his chin, and drop down on her chin and snake down her delicate, bobbing throat. She’d never seen his cheeks so red. Never saw him look so rested, so at peace with what they’d done. Sweat made a sheen of water and moonlight over his face; highlighting the right side of his face so brightly. He wasn’t glaring at her or scowling at all. He looked like he was… in love with her. She held him tighter, pressing his lower back into her, not wanting to let him out of her. Not wanting to let him go.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

It was over. The spell was broken. It wasn’t just moonlight lighting their bodies. It was dawn. The sky was lightening outside her balcony. Taking away the moonlit night that had been their own private world. Taking their sanctuary away with the growing light. It was time.

He had to go.

* * *

Silence.

It was so unusually silent while they were getting dressed. His Woman was unusually quiet and he’d noticed that she wasn’t meeting his eyes either. He, on the other hand, couldn’t stop looking at her; committing every gloomy line to memory. He’d didn’t want to forget her or a single part of her… he…

“I love you,” he said quietly.

She froze with the shirt clearing her head and part of her shoulders. He watched her for a moment. The elegant line of her back… the smoothness of her skin… the—

She sniffed. Then sniffed again. Then her shoulders started shaking.

Silently Vegeta gave his glove a last tug then walked around the bed and stepped up right in front of her. She kept her head down, the fall of her hair hiding her eyes from him, but how tight her lips were pursed together was a dead giveaway. Vegeta reached out and slipped her other arm through the arm of her shirt then pulled it down over her torso. She kept holding back her sobs even as he felt her tears falling onto his gloved hands. He slipped the side of his finger underneath her chin, hooked, and gently drew her face up so he could see it.

Her eyes were closed. Squeezed tight, tears staining her cheeks with their trails, her lips quivering under the strain she was putting them under.

He tilted his head, leaned in, and kissed her. Suddenly her arms were around his neck. She kissed him hungrily. Instinctively, his arms wrapped around her waist. He devoured her right back. Their breathes meshed loudly in their ears. She rolled her head. Kissing him deeper and deeper. He plunged his tongue into her depths. When they’d stolen the oxygen from each other’s lungs, their kiss broke with a gasp for air.

“I love you,” she breathed, “I love you, I love you, I love you.” She repeated over and over, breaking a little bit more each utterance… until she finally sobbed out loud in his arms.

Vegeta held her close. Cupping her head into the crook of his strong neck. He pressed his lips into her hair, kissing her head. He breathed in the scent of strawberry, sweat, sex, and himself. It was also the reason why he hadn’t bathed before putting on the Saiyan-like new armor and body suit, gloves and boots she’d given him as a parting gift. He smirked into her hair, along with a promise of more suits of armor to come so long as he kept coming back. Appealing to his warrior self and sense of Saiyan Pride to get him back here with her again and again no matter the distance away from her he went. She didn’t have to do that, he’d always return to her. But he knew why she did it. The pathetic weakling had abandoned her more than once. Promised to return to her only to end up laving her over and over. She was afraid that Vegeta would do the same. That he would get back out in the rest of the galaxy, rest of the universe, and not want to come back to her. He understood her fear. How many times had he talked about blowing up her planet before returning to the cosmos to dominate them as King? Now… now, it was different. He couldn’t care less about the cosmos. He didn’t want to be out in the cosmos… He wanted to be here with her. He wasn’t just coming back to fight the Androids. He was coming back to his Wife and their future child.

KNOCK. KNOCK.

Judging by the timidness, it was, “Bulma, Vegeta, the ship’s ready whenever you are,” the Father.

The old man new it had to be him to come and get them. He was the only one, Vegeta was fairly certain now, that knew what it meant to leave his family for important work for an unknown amount of time. There was only one guarantee: he would come home to them. But that didn’t make leaving them in the first place any less painful.

Bulma sniffed as she pulled away from him, wiping her tears from her eyelashes.

“I’m sor-sorry. I-I messed up-up your new s-suit.” She kept sniffing.

“I want to smell like you for as long as possible.”

She finally looked up at him. Her eyes wide with shock. He took in those sapphire jewels the absolutely beguiled him every time he saw them. Then she smiled and began to laugh. His heart skipped beats at the beautiful sound, one of his private joys in life… that and her outrageous vulgarity during their lovemaking.

“So do I,” she giggled.

He smiled and took her hand in his. He brought it to his heart and held it there. Her smile died as she stared at their joined hands.

“I’m coming back. But first… I must go.”

She nodded. Turned. And led him by the hand to the door. He admired her bravery… she had more courage in this moment than he.

* * *

He wanted to curse the dawn. Stepping closer and closer to the ship, he wanted to curse the brightening skylight behind it. Every step carried him farther away from her even though he held her hand as she walked beside him.

He glared at the ship. He didn’t want to leave her, but… but… she… he scowled, she was right. If he stayed, he would be too distracted by his mate bearing his child to continue his training properly even more than it already was. He had to leave her. But not for long! He had no idea how he was going to handle the next three months. He’d… he’d be alone again. He looked at the ship, but wasn’t seeing it. All he could see was a small space pod. Himself reflected in it’s bulbous glass. Sitting there with his arms crossed over his chest. A scouter on his ear. The calm and easy look of knowing he was moving on to the next planet to be ‘cleared’ for resale. Yes, always Nappa and usually Radditz were in similar pods traveling beside his own, but still, he had been completely alone. His stomach clenched viciously. He gritted his teeth and forced the bile back down. Was he prepared to go back into that again?

As if she could read his mind, Bulma gave their joined hands a little squeeze. He felt the gentle low burn of her ki… and the bright spark of ki inside her that was their child. Yes, his jaw set as he stared down the ship, yes, he would go back to Hell for them.

He led past her unusually quiet parents to the bottom of the ship’s ramp. He turned to her, his Wife. But before he could even say a thing, her arms were around his neck again. Her body was trembling against his. Bulma squeezed her eyes shut as if that would somehow stop him from leaving as if doing that over and over would prevent any of all these bad things from happening. She just wanted some moment of peace where he would stay and they could be a happy little family and maybe an Earth wedding to go with their Saiyan one… And maybe another child. They had said that they both wanted more. But… the Androids. The Androids had to be dealt with first although, she’d never tell him, but what if they killed him? That Earth wedding would never happen. That second child would never happen. No, he needed this. He needed this to become a Super Saiyan. He needed this so that they could have all that. She hugged him tighter. She felt strong masculine arms, the same arms that had wrapped around her morning, noon, and night for weeks wrap around her once more… He’s shaking?! Why is he shaking? Is he—

“Bulma,” his voice was stern like she was used to, but shaky, which she wasn’t; it scared her, “If… If that stupid boy from the future screwed everything up and the Androids show up early, if they… if they show up before I’m back,” his voice cracked and he paused, taking the moment to compose himself. In the silence, she realized he was voicing his worst fear in all this. That he was making a huge mistake with disastrous consequences. Screwing up, losing everything he ever loved, that was the greatest things to ever grace his pathetic, fucked up life. That the Androids would show up. That she and the baby would… would… “If those stupid, fucking tin cans show up before I’m back,” he gritted, “your Father has a second ship. I want you to get your parents and that stupid cat and all your friends into that ship and go to New Namek. Do you understand me? You get everyone and go to New Namek.”

“Vegeta…”

He grabbed her arms and yanked her back so he could get a good look at her face. “Bulma, promise me.”

“Vegeta…”

“Promise me!” He screamed in her face.

She gaped. Terrified. She’d never seen him look so terrified. Not even when he sensed Frieza coming to Earth. This was… so important… “Yes, Vegeta. I promise.”

“All of them. Especially Dende and Popo. Without them, there’s no hope of getting the dragon balls back.”

She nodded. He’d said their names, their actual names. Oh Kami, he is fucking terrified to leave. She nodded more emphatically, “I will, Vegeta, I will.”

“When I enter the system, I will search for your ki. If I don’t sense it, I will meet you on New Namek.”

She nodded again. He had a plan. When did he come up with a plan?

Suddenly he cupped her cheek. He was so gentle. She reached out and cupped his cheek, rubbing her thumb softly over his skin. He wanted to kiss, she wanted him to kiss her, but he knew if he did… He leaned in… then tilted his chin up… and pressed his lips to her forehead. She closed her eyes and took the feel on his lips on her skin, memorizing it, committing it to memory. He pulled away. Turned. And began walking up the ramp into the ship. As soon as the first bootstep, Bulma turned and began walking back to the house.

Vegeta surprised himself by reaching the top of the ramp. And surprised himself again by entering the ship. He didn’t surprise himself when he refused to look back and blindly shut the ships door behind him before he ever thought of turning around to face it. She, she and their child, were on the other side of this door. He held onto it’s locking mechanism for a long moment, numb to the hum of the ship waiting for his commands, numb to everything except the pain of realizing that he was leaving her, leaving them behind. He concentrated on her ki and found her just entering the house. Good, good Woman. She knew if he caught even a glimpse of her distress other than just sensing it through her ki that he would disembark this stupid vessel and return to her in an instant. She had to hide herself, had to. He locked the door. Sealing himself inside. He turned again and headed for the pilot’s seat and the vessel’s command controls.

He remembered the first time he’d seen this part of the ship. After she’d brought him to Earth as her houseguest. He smiled to himself, Vulgar woman. His smile shifted into a grin as he sat down. Oh, at first he’d promised not to do anything naughty to her, but now… he chuckled, naughty was all he did to her. Vegeta reached out and began plotting in destination coordinates, seeing as how the Father had already had the ship warming up. Vegeta frowned as his gloved fingers pressed buttons. He still wasn’t entirely sure where the Hell he was going. All he knew was that it wasn’t here. Well, he would at least begin by plotting a course that would get him out of the solar system. That would be a good start. Then… Then… His frowned deepened. Well, he’d get to the next step after completing the first. The coordinates were laid in. He sensed her in their room now. She was avoiding her balcony, avoiding that whole side of the room. Good Woman. He began the launch sequence.

“Launch sequence initiated.” Somehow, this time, he didn’t find the computer’s feminine voice comforting. “Launch in ten. Nine. Eight…”

Vegeta sat back in his chair. His whole boy was tense. It was unusual for him to be traveling without having to be in stasis. The first time he’d done this, trying to find Kakkarot after the fool survived but didn’t return to Earth, the going-without-stasis thing hadn’t bothered him at all. He found the whole situation freeing. It showed him that he really was free of Freiza. This time, he’d rather be in stasis.

“Four. Three. Two. One.”

The ship lifted up. Smoothly. Flawlessly. He smiled bitterly. That was her handiwork. She and her Father had made absolutely sure that everything about this vessel would be in perfect working condition for him. Better than working condition. She wouldn’t let him go unless it met her meticulous standards.

He watched her parents grow smaller… He watched the yard of Capsule Corp grow smaller… Capsule Corp grow smaller… the city grow smaller… the region… landmass… planet. He was away. Away from her for the first time since they had become mates. In minutes, the ship was approaching the system’s asteroid belt. The ship’s own defense protocols activated and it dodged and wove it’s way through easily. Again, another gift from her to him. The ship could travel and he could train. My Woman, he wished she were here with him but he’d never dare bring their child out into space unless he had to. If anyone, anyone, found out that he had an offspring and a mate, neither would be safe; he’d done too much under Freiza’s orders and just as much not under the lizard’s orders. He approached another planet. He kept silent. Then another. Then another. Another. And finally the last. He had done it. He was clear of the solar system. So what now?... Well, when he’d been searching for Kakkarot, he’d began by going to the nearest trading planet and asked questions at the landing areas about if any one had seen another Saiyan or had heard of one. Vegeta laid in the new coordinates. This time he wouldn’t be asking about another Saiyan. This time he’d be asking around for a good place to train. A good place to fight. To push him to the limits. Shouldn’t be too hard. There plenty of people who wanted to kill him. The more difficult matter would be finding the few who didn’t… And making them regret that decision—No, no, if he was to succeed in becoming the Legendary Super Saiyan, he couldn’t make enemies everywhere he went. He’d have to… He has to go beyond what he would normally do, how he would normally act. He had a mate now and a child on the way, picking a fight all the time would satisfy his own wants and needs but not theirs. No, no extra enemies. Extra informants. That was what he needed! Extra informants. Vegeta pushed a button and his ship sped away from his Wife’s system. He swallowed down yet another acidic threat of bile, What am I going to do tonight? How will I sleep without her?

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She’d waited. Bulma’d waited. She returned to their room, broke out her laptop, brought up the program that tracked his ship as long as it was within range, and waited. The engines had roared, but nowhere near as loud as her heart in her own ears. He was leaving. The ground shook and for a moment she feared that it would give out beneath her; she certainly felt like her legs were going to. Bulma stared at the monitor, watching the tiny blip that was his ship reach all the necessary landmarks on its way out of the solar system. Each one twisting her heart a little then a little bit more. He was getting farther and farther away from her. Her eyes started to sting. She sniffed and still smelled their lovemaking filling the air. She grabbed her heart. He’d just past Neptune… No. Her eyes burned. Uranus. No. Pluto. No. No. The blip stalled for a moment… Her vision watered. Then it was gone. He was gone.

“NNNOOOOOOO!!!!!” Bulma dropped to her knees. Pitched forward. Her forehead hit her soft carpet and she sobbed. Wailing with grief. He was gone.

#tpthvegebulsmutfest #bonusday8bassethound #fanficsubmission #Vegebul #Vegeta #Bulma #jonahwhalesw1 #BulmaseekingVegeta

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franeridart · 7 years ago

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would it be possible for you to draw the three bakusquad couples hanging out together? (bakushima, kamijirou, and seromina)

Anon said:could you maybe draw some seromina? i feel like the ship doesn’t get enough love and they’re really cute together

I’ve had a comic about all three ships drafted for an age, maybe I’ll finally finish it later today!! :0

Anon said:Love your Bakushima stuff! It keeps me going through the hell I am in ;w;

Thank you!!! I’m sorry you’re not currently in a good place tho, anon ;^; I hope all the best will come your way soon!

Anon said:so i checked your FAQ and it doesn't mention anything about commissions, which i suppose maybe links in with the whole no requests thing? anyway, feel free to ignore this ask if you don't and never will do commissions but know that i'm here with my wallet open if you ever do lololol

Thank you so much for the interest??? Commissions are an idea that I’ve been tossing around in my head for the past month or so, actually - I’m not promising anything, but I might actually open them soon enough!

Anon said:Who is bottom, Bakugou or kirishima

This isn’t that sort of blog anon!!! No n//sfw talks around here

Anon said:You got any kaminai angst hc?

This is also not that sort of blog!!! No angst talks around here either! sorry to disappoint both of you, tho I would have assumed that was actually pretty obvious from the blog itself hahaha

Anon said:i love your art so much but there's something about the little chibi extras that make me want to squee and cry at the same time, they're sO CUTE

THANK YOU!!!!! Drawinf chibis has always been one of the most relaxing things for me, those extras are always 100% self-indulgence so knowing you like them makes me really happy!!! :D

Anon said:I just want to tattoo one of your kiribakus drawing on my back, can i?

I don’t know why you’d want to do that tbh hahaha

Anon said:Idk if you're into greek mythology but if kiribaku were put into the eros and psyche myth who do you think each one would be?

Hmmm to be honest I can’t say I feel like they fit either particularly well, but if I had to pick Baku would be Psyche and Kiri Eros, I feel :0

Anon said:Hi!!! I love your art sooo much!! Especially those comics where the bakusquad are turned into babies! SO CUTE I WAS DYING. Do you think you’ll ever do it again?

Ahhhhhhhh thank you so much for liking those, anon!! I don’t think I’ll ever pick up te exact same idea again, tho ;^; sorry, maybe a variation of it but not that same one

Anon said:I miss your Haikyuu fanart, particularly your BoKuroo stuff. The next season needs to happen.

!! well, I can’t say a new season is gonna change much as far as my content output is concerned, sadly - I’m also following the manga, after all haha

Anon said:I shall always reblog everything you create. They are all masterpieces.

AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU!!!!!!

Anon said:What post was it please share im in need

I’m sORRY it was a long long time ago and I never properly tagged it orz

Anon said:The poke thing.... OMG YOU KILL ME WTFFFF. So fucking cute, blasty baby. Your art make me so happy u dont have an idea! (In a manly way obvly haha) Thank u so much♡

!!!! thank you for liking it, anon!!!!!

Anon said:Okay last night at like 4am I looked at one of your fluffy kiribaku comics, and I don't even remember which one, but I saw it and began c r y i n g and I only remembered now

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh man I didn’t mean to make you cry??? Thank you for liking my stuff that much, tho!!

Anon said:Do you have any tips on how to draw hands and feet? I'm tired of drawing people with what look like claws and hooves

Somewhere in my #tutorials or #art tips tag there should be something about hands I did a while ago? But honestly anon the only real tip I can give you is to use a lot of references and draw them a lot, which sounds useless but it’s really how I’m learning how to draw them orz

Anon said: your art is so absolutely phenomenally unique and just, GORGEOUS. it makes me so happy and it makes me smile and just. i love it so much, thank you for sharing it with us

SOB thank you SO MUCH seriously oh my g o d ;O;

Anon said:lol anon from a previous ask about the lack of noses, I appreciate the detailed explanation. I thought I was going to get a simple "because I don't feel like it" which is cool too, I still appreciate the time you took to answer me

It’s okay! I have reasons for everything I do with my style (tho most of it boils down to I’m a very lazy person haha) so I don’t really mind that sorta questions! :D

Anon said:Did I ever tell you how much I fucking love you, and your art ❤️❤️❤️💗💖💓💞💘💕💝💗💓💖❣️💕💘💓💞💝💓💖💘💓💘💘💕

AAAHHHH THANK YOU!!!!

Anon said:You are honestly one of my favorite artists ever just because of your art style and because you're pretty much exclusively a kiribaku and bakysquad artist!

I do tend to draw a ton for that specific group right now, don’t I hahaha I’m glad you’re enjoying it!!!

Anon said:Consider this: Bakugou with glasses

oHO but I already did consider that :D

Anon said:I just wanna say thanks love for providing me with bakushima fluff it’s quite rare to see art of it so your my Bakushima fluff supply love ya!

I’m glad you’re enjoying it! Is it really rare tho? I feel like all the krbk I see around is fluff hahaha

Anon said:Dude, dude, DUDE, I LOVE YOUR ART SO MUCH AND I LOVE YOU AND YOU'RE AMAZING AND I'M NOT EVEN IN THE BNHA FANDOM ANYMORE (I wasn't a big fan of the protagonist) BUT I ALWAYS COME BACK TO YOUR BLOG!

HOLY HECK THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:I really hope that season 3 means we'll see hardened!kiri and the third years being animated.

Awww I really don’t think so, anon ;^; my guess is that Eri’s arc and the Big Three will be the beginning of s4 :(

Anon said:wait pls list some amazing blogs that you like im so curious to know where you draw inspiration from also I LOVE YOU

Ahhhh I love you too!!!! And if we’re talking about blogs that inspire me then !!! taro-k, motekill, sunflower-squad, itsdanfango, oikws, jeanrydeart, syblatortue (blog’s n//sfw, blah blah, you know the drill) camilleto, kimoidane, naeuri, l1ng, seventypercentethanol, natroze, andatsea, and that’s, just, the first I could come up with and only a minimal part of them seriously there’s so many great artists on this site orz

Anon said:Hey there! Firstly, I love your art it's stunning. Secondly, what are your fav ships from bnha aside from kamijiro and kiribaku? personay I enjoy todomomo and dekuraraka :))

OH thank you!!!!! And I’d say erasermic and most of any combination between the squad kids, really hahaha

Anon said:I have never even though about the noselessness (what is english language) of your art :D My brain has just slide aside that fact and after reading the anon's ask I went: What? They don't? Oh, they don't :D Your style is so expressive :D I love it

HECK thank you SO MUCH !!!!!!

Anon said:hey fran I would DIE for u

pLEASE DON’T DIE

Anon said:Would you draw Erasermic?

Hell yeah I would, after all I already have in the past hahaha

#fran answers #replies replies replies #hope you all have a nice day btw! today's nice here!!#the sun's high and i'm feeling g o o d #:D #anonymous

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joh-gaming · 6 years ago

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Accidental Storytelling

I wasn’t going to talk about this , especially in this blog, because the one known evidence I have, keeps getting ignored by certain groups and it isn’t video game related anyways. But this time it is.

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I will try my best to provide visual evidence of what I’m talking about, but I may just be reading too much into the short. If you’re interested, please continue to read, if not, then just enjoy that amazing short.

The short starts with the Shooting Star show praising JUST D.Va, they don’t even talk about the others. Mind you, these scenes used amazing 2D art to showcase the battle, aftermath and press conference. It is there where we can clearly see some type of animosity.

D.Va is hugging all the attention, D.Mon looks fed up as if that’s how things usually go. It is interesting to see a character that the community has built up just as much as the development team, get a short showcasing her personality traits. I don’t want to say we were wrong in our assumptions, I mean the whole Dorito Gremlin and Hana being kind of trollish seem part of her “kit”, but you know who she reminded me of in this short? Futaba from Persona 5. I honestly realized that if I were to use arcanas to define Hana, I would pick The Hermit.

Sounds contradictory to what the arcana itself represents right. I mean Hana is the one that gets the biggest spotlight, she’s the one they use for all the marketing and everything, when the hermit tends to avoid the spotlight. But as the short goes on we see her alone. Yea there’s that guy with her who’s name I can’t even remember (Dae-Hyun) but he is nothing but a plot device in this short. Sure you can write your own story about him, I mean it’s not like he’s an empty slate, he clearly wants to be part of the glamour media showcases while Hana calls it overrated. The short is meant to say that even the greatest need help, but did she? She did it alone, the whole thing. And I’m OK with this, except this wasn’t intentional.

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When you listen to the director’s commentary, you can tell they were going for "lesson of the day” but it failed because the character took over. One thing needs to be clear about Hana, she’s a prodigy even after the retcon (however minor it was). That and the fact that there are no models for the rest of the team, but just like we saw them in 2D we could have gotten something on that vein at the end, instead she was back at base alone, while media kept spinning the results making her look even more badass. I think she prefers it like that because it paints a target on her, leaving her team “mostly” safe.

I wouldn’t even blame the rest of the team for being jealous of Hana (I wouldn’t unless she got credit for something I did) but to leave her alone after that close call? They really don’t care about her and it seems like she knows. Another thing that makes her comparable to Futaba is the headset. I’ve seen plenty of Futaba fanart with a majority using the headset for music, in context she uses it to block everyone out. Another thing is her commitment, her drive is another shared trait.

If I were to have a character be a catalyst for change (to Hana’s personality of taking the responsibility all by herself) I would use Mei, Tracer or even Soldier 76. Those three sound like people she would actually listen to, we already have the in game talk between Mei and Hana anyways.Tracer remaining positive regardless of what she’s been through and Mei herself as well.. to a degree. (no pun intended) and Jack having failed already and trying to do things alone again (until he ran into Ana) could also help Hana realize she can’t do it alone forever.

The point of this post is not the “flaws” of the short, I don’t think it has any. My point is to highlight the importance of character building, a good character can take over the narrative you’ve created for them. I know this because I make characters, I write stories and not every character I’ve designed for a particular purpose goes and executes it, they usually do something else. I did mention I wanted to talk about accidental storytelling before but the character wasn’t a video game character, well that character is Asami Sato.

She was conceived and designed to be a spy, a villain no less. Just look at her visual design, she does give those vibes and they even started working on that but here’s the interesting part, the delivery of the lines by Seychelle Gabriel more than anything else, changed the tone of what was going on in the scenes. While the intention might have been to get close to Korra in one way, she ended up getting closer to Korra in a whole different way. Many groups say this was forced, but I don’t think it was. It was accidental and when they saw the fan reaction (the positive one) they just went with it but didn’t commit to it in the show.

It’s interesting ‘cause many point to season 3 as the starting point of their relationship while I point to season 2. Sure Asami was having her own problems in season 2 but one thing started to become clear. Asami always supported Korra while Mako had trouble saying yes. Mako had different views on just about everything Korra did, this might have also been accidental. Of the two, Mako was a far more defined character. His background had way more nuances while Korra was a bit controlled since they protected her most of her life. So when you have the idealistic Korra clashing with the realistic Mako, it makes sense but it was portrayed so often that it kind of backfired I think.

I’m getting sidetracked here, this was supposed to be mostly about D.Va’s short, but the case remains. Accidental storytelling exists and it is usually for the better. Nevertheless, it doesn’t come from one person, in the case of Overwatch, the community makes the game way better than it actually is (I think its gameplay is competent, but most of the hero kits are poorly designed and terribly balanced, not to mention the game shouldn’t exist on consoles and they even managed to make loot boxes popular in mainstream games) and the voice actors brought a lot to the characters.

Honestly I hated Sombra when I finally saw her, all the build up for THAT? I was very disappointed. (The short was great though) but then Carolina’s lines gave her a particular personality, she actually is a troll. Then the fans started doing some fun stories with her and the talon crew and she’s currently one of my favorites. Anyway, this is just my opinion, hope you find it at least somewhat interesting and if you have examples of accidental storytelling, feel free to reply.

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I do get the whole Evangelion vibe/inspiration with the Shinji and Rei types next to Hana, Hana herself being kinda like Mari I assume (only saw the first Evangelion series without Mari) and D.Mon being Asuka.

#Overwatch #Hana Song #Shooting Star #Persona 5 #Futaba #asami sato #legend of korra #Accidental Storytelling #personal thoughts #personal opinion

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themagiciian · 7 years ago

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Floral Fluster - Ch. 1

Title: Floral Fluster Rating: General Chapters: 1/2/? Word count: 3,152 Relationship: Cagney Carnation / Mugman, Cagney Carnation / Rumor Honeybottoms (friendship) Other characters: Cuphead (mentioned), Elder Kettle (mentioned), The Devil (mentioned)

Summary: Inkwell Festival is in a few weeks time, and Rumor insists that Cagney goes to it. Perhaps insisting he goes with Mugman might be the encouragement he needs to come out of his shell?

Author’s Notes: This was intended to be a collection of one-shots. But I wrote way too much for it to be one fic. Though, I suppose this works well as just a one-off, I do plan on adding more to it sometime.

I was mainly inspired by all the cute Flower Tea fanart here on Tumblr, so I finally worked up the courage to sit down and write something after not writing for a very long time. My writing is very rusty, please forgive me.

Also... not sure exactly how to use Tumblr yet? I don’t know if it’s good for fanfiction or not, I suppose we’ll see.

I hope you enjoy. Hocus pocus... I’m out.

Cagney was antisocial. He could count all the friends he had on one hand. He was far from keen on social events - the last one he had attended was the celebration threw for the Cup brothers once they'd put the devil back in his place... That was well over a year ago by that point...

But, he had his reasons. Cagney liked his own company. He had his meadow of flower children that needed tending to. Most social events never interested him. Being alone was just easier. Yes, he didn't have to worry about anything but himself and his kin if he never left the forest, his home. But truthfully, above all else, he was more shy than introverted. He'd never admit it though, as much as he knew it was the truth. He kept himself to himself as much as he did because he was actually rather timid.

“Sometimes, I wonder, what scares you so much about leaving this forest?” Rumor Honeybottoms inquired. She was a good friend- very pushy, however, which was a blessing and a curse. Moreso a curse as she was always trying to push him out of his comfort zone - something he could never get used to.

“I'm not scared of anything,” Cagney replied with an audible scoff, running a hand over one of his petals. He turned his head away before adding; “I just prefer being alone. You know that.”

Rumor let out a short sigh, frustrated. “That grumpy facade doesn't work on me, dear. You know that,” she shot right back, one leg folded over the other, “and I know you know that everyone thinks you're just one, big, grumpy flower. But I can read you like a book, honey. It doesn't fly with me.”

Cagney only glanced back, holding eye contact for only a few seconds, before looking away again. This earned him another sigh, confirming her previous statement. There was a moment of silence before she continued.

“All I'm saying is… it wouldn't do you any harm to go out once in a while. I know you have friends you can visit. Why don't you go and visit the Root Pack? They're not too far away--” She paused when Cagney looked back at her again, glaring at her. That was a very clear “no”.

“I'm not interested in those rotten vegetables, Rumor,” The petals on his head sprung up a little, some of his thorns seemed to bristle out further. “They tried to dig out some of the little ones - they were just playing near the garden. And they called them weeds. I hate them!”

The “little ones” referred to Cagney's family of tiny flowers- or atleast what she has assumed were his kin. They'd already left the clearing when Rumor had arrived- she assumed they'd all hopped off deeper into the forest, up to their usual business. She reached out to pat Cagney's shoulder, hoping to relax him a little bit, as he was obviously agitated from the memory. That was one thing he wouldn't hide- he always held a grudge, especially when it involved his children. No one would ever expect Cagney to be a family man, but he really was protective of what he had.

Cagney leant into the contact slightly, reassuring himself that Rumor was only trying to help. She smiled warmly when he noticeably relaxed. “We'll avoid the Root Pack then.” She said, tone soft as ever, and he nodded. “How about Hilda? She's sweet. Or Goopy, perhaps.”

“I hardly ever see Hilda around. She's always off doing something else. And Goopy,” He groaned, before giving a huff, “he is the most obnoxious slime I've ever met. I hate his stupid puns and smug face…”

“I'm sure you're making this more difficult than it needs to be on purpose...” she was getting impatient, but her worried tone remained. The only response was a shrug.

There was a pause. About two minutes of quiet passed. Cagney was convinced he had upset her before she piped up again.

“I think you just need a girlfriend to pull you out of the ground. That would be the best solution.”

“Wh-what?! don't need a girlfriend!”

“Or a boyfriend, whatever your preference is. You know I won't judge, dear--”

“I- I don’t need a boyfriend! I don't need anyone!” He cried, his face flushed. He looked about ready to burst. Honestly, Rumor found his ridiculously flustered expression quite funny. She held back a chuckle and replaced it with a smirk instead. “I don't- I don't do romance.”

“You don't do anything, that's the problem here, mister!” She quickly replied, giving his arm a nudge. “Inkwell Festival is in a couple of weeks. Are you going to go? I'll be going with Cala and Grim to help set up.”

“...I mean, I wasn't planning to.” He sounded hesitant, and the look of disappointment on Rumor’s face made him feel bad. “Okay okay! ...Maybe. I'll think about it. I'll go if someone goes with me.”

She looked a bit more hopeful at this. “I know Cuphead is definitely going, and Elder Kettle. Tag along with them!”

Cagney went a bit quiet in thought, before shaking his head. “...Cuphead is a bit annoying-”

“Mugman, then!” She chirped, interrupting him, taking Cagney by surprise. “Mugman is sweet. I know you like him.”

Another pause.

“...I…Okay. I'll go with Mugman.”

Rumor smiled brightly, clasping her hands together. “Good!” She beamed, her wings buzzing to life as she began to take off. “I'll tell him he has someone to go with, then. But for now, I must go. The hive gets chaotic if I leave for too long.”

Cagney crossed his arms as she gave him a pat on his petals before she finally flew off.

***

A couple of days had passed. He had heard nothing from Rumor, or Mugman. He was secretly relieved. Maybe they'd just forget… And maybe he wouldn't have to go.

Then again, Rumor coming down and pulling him up out of the ground to come with her wasn't completely out of the question either. 'God gave you legs so you could walk!’ He could imagine her yelling, and he softly sighed.

He waited a little while longer… nothing.

It was already late noon. And in the midst of Autumn, he knew it would be getting dark relatively soon. He figured no one would want to trek through the forest to come see him in the darkness (besides maybe the aforementioned queen bee).

Naptime, Cagney thought to himself- he always found himself feeling more sleepy in the cooler months. Some of the flowers below him were already dozing off, a couple of tulips had begun nuzzling themselves up to his roots, their beady black eyes beginning to close sleepily. He smiled down at them, before curling up his long body around the little gathering of plants, head resting on the ground next to them, arms wrapping around the group of tiny flowers. A content sigh escaped him, his eyes shutting, quietly drifting off into a slumber...

He didn't know how long it had been since he had fallen asleep, but feeling something gently tingle across the top of his petals, whatever is was (a gust of wind maybe?), wasn't about to wake him up. He grumbled quietly, nuzzling closer to the ground, sighing through his nose. Not too long after, he felt it again, followed by a muffled sound…

“Mister… Mister Carnation…? Are you okay?”

His eyes didn't even open. His petals only twitched. Cagney was still half asleep, but he could detect that that it was a hand that was feeling his petals. Not wind like he thought it was. His eyes lazily cracked open, his vision blurred whilst his orange pupils adjusted to the sudden light, looking up in the direction of where the hand was petting from… it was something… blue…

“I can go, if you want me to, Cagney, sir…”

Cagney blinked a couple of times. That soft-spoken and kind voice was really drawing him out of his weary state, not to mention that petting, unconsciously leaning towards the hand…

“Mugman…” He mumbled, before blinking that last bit of sleep out of his eyes. And suddenly his eyes shot wide.

Oh God it was Mugman. Oh God he had actually turned up. Oh God why was he letting himself just be pet like this.

Cagney abruptly jolted upright, thorns bristling out of his body again. Mugman seemed taken aback by the sudden movement, arm still outstretched before withdrawing. Some of the little flowers had scattered out of fear at the movement.

“M-Mister Carnation! I-I’m sorry!” Mugman seemed just as shocked as he was, fumbling a little bit. “I didn't mean to scare ya at all, I'm sorry!”

“Mugman! I-” Oh, now what was he going to say?! He sighed shortly, obviously very flustered. “I…whatever, er, it's alright. I- I didn't think you'd show…I don’t get visitors often.”

This was already embarrassing. He could practically feel his ego get stabbed as he quickly tried to adjust himself, his face all heated up now. Too late to ham up the innocent act, as well.

Mugman smiled up at him, letting out a little chuckle at the display, then folded his hands behind his back, rocking back and forth on his heels. Though he was a little older now, he still looked so sweet… Sweet enough to make honey look bitter.

“Well, actually, Rumor told me to come down,” he began, pausing briefly to look around momentarily, “she said you didn't have anyone to go with to the Inkwell Festival. She said you wanted me to go with ya? Well, either way, I jus’ wanted to come down after running some errands for pops- it's been a while, hasn't it?”

“Erm… yeah, heh.” Cagney managed. It had been so long that Mugman looked… Visibly older. He still looked youthful in the face, the tinge of baby face would stick around for a while longer, but some of his features were broader. And he was definitely taller, as Cagney recalled him being quite stumpy, but now he was starting to fill out into a young man. Not to mention, that voice. He still had the same strong accent most residents this side of the island had, but his voice wasn't so squeaky anymore.

...Had it… really been that long?

Mugman tugged on his scarf that was tucked up between his face and royal blue coat, jeans tucked into his boots which had the tiniest of heels. Cagney secretly admired his fashion sense- he could probably pull off just about any outfit and look great.

“Yeah, last time I saw you was Christmas a few years back, don’cha remember? I gave you that big knitted sweater,” Mugman chimed, followed by a little giggle, “and it was way too big for ya! It was like, like a dress, or something. D’ ya still have it?”

Cagney shook his head. “It got caught on one of my thorns and tore. I tried fixing it, but…” he shrugged, “I couldn't save it. It just got worse everytime I fiddled with it.”

“Aw, shucks… that's such a shame,” Mugman looked disappointed, a hand reaching up to scratch the side of his porcelain head, “well, there's always this year! It's Christmas real soon, I can just make another one. It's no biggie. I'm better at knitting now, too, so it'll be even better than the last one!”

“You don't have to.” He replied, smoothing down his petals. He remembered the day when Mugman came down on Christmas day. It was probably the most bitter cold winter Inkwell had ever had, and every morning Cagney woke up with frost all over his petals and stem, snow coming up to the chins of his flower family & friends. Mugman came running into the clearing holding his sweater for him… It was such a kind thought, even though Cagney had accidentally torn it not long after.

“Ah, but I want to. That's the thing!” Mugman grinned back, expression practically beaming. “And, y'know, you don't have to feel bad or nothin’, it’ll be Christmas after all!”

“Mm. I suppose.” Cagney really did feel like the Grinch compared to Mugman. Eager to change the subject, he asked; “so what have you been up to recently?”

“Oh, I've mainly been helping out with my pops! Y'know, he's getting kinda old now so he can't do as much as he used to,” Mugman answered, “so I just run loads of errands for him everyday. Cuphead is out a lot more now so I usually have to do everything- but that's alright! Cos’ I don't mind.”

“Cuphead? What's up with him?” Cagney pulled a bit of a face, nose scrunching up slightly. He was still a little sour about Cuphead… his smug attitude didn't settle with him well. Thankfully, Mugman didn't pick up on his distaste for his older brother, and continued.

“He's working with mister Porkrind now,” Mugman replied, stuffing his hands into his pockets, “he started helping out with his shop a few months ago. He says it's just so he can get outta the house but I think is cos’ he wants to go gambling with Ribby an’ Croaks… Don't tell anyone I said that though!” He winked cheekily, and a smile twitched at Cagney’s lips.

“Clearly he didn't learn his lesson from last time,” Cagney remarked with a sneer, “let's hope he doesn't fall into the Devil's trap again, eh?”

Mugman pulled an expression of worry at Cagney’s comment, and he felt a pang of guilt. That probably pulled up some bad memories. “...I think those frog brothers will keep him outta trouble, though. Just make sure he doesn’t blow his money in the wrong casino, and no betting souls.”

As if Cagney was one to talk about betting souls.

“Y-Yeah! Of course!” Mugman was clearly concerned for his brother, though he tried to hide it behind that signature smile. Momentarily he put his feelings aside for the red-clad cup- if Cuphead made the same mistake as last time, Mugman would obviously be devastated. Maybe next time the Devil wouldn't treat him with the same mercy, either…

There was a short silence before Cagney extended a hand to pat his shoulder, attempting to offer some comfort.

“Cuphead will be okay,” Cagney spoke softly to break the silence, his large hand running up and down Mugman’s arm. His eyes might have been betraying him, but he could've sworn he saw a faint blush on his cheeks at the gesture. He wasn't all too sure what to follow up with, so there was a small pause before he added; “He looks up to you, Mugman. Anyone can see that.”

Mugman reached to clasp his hands around Cagney’s, gently nuzzling his face into his palm. Cagney didn't expect it, but he allowed it to happen. “I… I know if anything happened to my family, I'd be worried sick.” He added, and Mugman looked up.

“Family?” He let go of his hand, and Cagney withdrew. “You have a family?”

Cagney nodded in response. A lot of the flowers that had taken a nap with him had already scurried off earlier. However, a couple of his own brood had remained. He plucked one pink carnation off of the ground where they had once nestled up to his roots, lifting them into the palm of his hands. He petted its head before holding out his palm to Mugman.

The pink carnations black eyes looked up curiously at Mugman. “Aww…” Mugman smiled, before reaching out and petting its head as gently as possible. Cagney allowed the little flower to hop into Mugman’s hands. “Such a cutie…!”

“There's a lot more where that came from,” Cagney said, tilting his head a little as the tiny flower curiously looked around, “the rest of them have already scarpered, though.”

“I had no idea you were a dad, mister Carnation,” Mugman said, his tone was teasing and he gave another one of those cheeky winks, “didn't realise someone like you was so good with the ladies…”

“That's- that's not--!”

“I’m kidding, I'm kidding!” Mugman giggled as Cagney became flustered again, using one finger to pet the pink flower in his hands. “I don't doubt you'd get a lot of nooky though.”

Cagney grit his teeth at the teasing, reaching up to pull on one petal out of embarrassment with a loud huff and roll of his eyes. His face was just as pink as the flower child Mugman held in his palms. The little one looked a bit confused at the display, it seemed a bit worried. They had never seen their father so worked up, looking up at Mugman as if to ask 'what’s wrong?’.

“I'll tell you when you're older,” He whispered sneakily, followed by another giggle. The pink carnation seemed to get a bit excited at this, and Cagney promptly lifted them out of his hands.

“That's quite enough of that.” He grumbled, lips curled down as he put the child back onto the grass.

Mugman’s laughter faded with a sigh, looking across to see the sun had almost set, the last of its light ambiently illuminating the sea and the surrounding area. “Oh, golly! I'd better get going! Pops will have a heart attack if I don't get back soon,” Mugman exclaimed, “I'll have to get going- but I can come back tomorrow if you'd like?”

“T-Tomorrow?” He spoke as if he had any plans, a pause for thought, before giving a quick nod. “Of course, if you want to…”

“Okay, great!” Mugman beamed, carefully stepping over some of the flowers between them, giving Cagney a hug, not seeking too worried as Cagney hurriedly retracted his thorns. “I'll bring a picnic or something, maybe, I dunno.” He thought outloud, nuzzling against his stem.

Cagney was taken aback by the gesture, before carefully returning it. His arms and hands were really too big to hug Mugman, even if he were taller now. “...That sounds good.” He mumbled, frowning at the affection. He was far from used to this kind of attention.

“And we're definitely going to the festival together, right?”

Mugman was looking up at him expectantly, eyes wide. “Of course.” Cagney replied, meekly smiling back at Mugman's grin.

“Good!” Mugman finally pulled away, carefully stepping over the flowers on the ground again. A lot of Cagney’s family had returned now, for it was late. Mugman couldn't help but smile down at the little flowers. “I'll see you tomorrow then, mister Carnation-”

“Please, just Cagney will be alright.”

“Ah, okay. Goodnight, Cagney!” As he turned, he waved at Cagney and his carnations, dashing into the forest for home.

Cagney let out a sigh. He pet back his petals, finding himself actually looking forward to tomorrow. Mugman meant well, after all… he was a good soul.

Maybe having some company wasn't so bad after all...

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