Mar 1, 2017
for the aesthetic art meme, how bout one or both of the kids in pastel?
Who gave them those slick duds???
seen from Italy
seen from Germany
seen from Australia
seen from Yemen
seen from Canada
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seen from Türkiye
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seen from United States
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seen from China
seen from Australia
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for the aesthetic art meme, how bout one or both of the kids in pastel?
Who gave them those slick duds???
((when i said i shipped Cuca and Marron i meant it guys i really meant it))
@angryspacegirl
“.....Excuse me but.. Is that a tail?” He approaches with caution, his own tail uncurling from around his waist and waving a little. “I....I’m sorry but... Uh...” He trails off, anxiety filling him. “Uh...”
“S-sorry! I guess I w-wasn’t l-l-lookin’ where I was goin!”
“H-have you seen my sister? She’s a little shorter than me... Black hair, black eyes... She has a tail? Like mine?”
✂ ✖ ♘!
s✂ - a vivid memory
“Cuca! Cuca!”
He had passed out sometime during landing, which had been less smooth than intended. It was a combination of fear and a solid collision with his own sister’s head had sent Cuca reeling into darkness.
“Mmm..” He groans before slowly opening his eyes. Bean is leaning over him, patting his cheek in attempt to stir him. Her eyes are lined with red and her voice is hoarse from screaming. But she’s alive. And so is he.
“Bean..?” He mumbles but she shushes him.
“Don’t talk right now.” She says softly, wiping a few tears from his cheeks. “Just rest, okay?”
“Did Mama and Papa follow us?”
“.....I don’t know...”
✖ - a repressed memory
“You’re weak!”
“Leave me alone!”
“Aren’t you supposed to be a Saiyan?” The teenager sneers, “Saiyans are warriors you little drip! Fight back!”
The boy is pinned down by a trio of teenagers. He’s crying, trying to free himself. It isn’t working.
“Get offa’ me!” He sobs, and the teenagers laugh. They laugh and laugh while the six year old sobs.
♘ - a memory of their sibling(s)
“What are ya gonna call im’?”
“We’re going to call him Cuca, after my father.” Rubego says softly, hiking his daughter up on his arm. They two were walking down the hall of a rundown little hospital. “Are you excited to be a big sister, sweetling?”
“Yeah!” The four year old chirps, “I’m gonna be the best big sister ever!” Rubego laughs, and as they get closer to Pia’s room, he lets his daughter down and she runs ahead.
“Mama!”
“Hello sweetling...” Pia is comfortably resting on a bed with a little bundle in her arms. Rubego follows in and helps lift the little girl onto the bed. She crawls up beside her mother and peeks down at her new sibling. He’s got a full head of black hair and pink cheeks. The siblings stare at each other with matching black eyes. Slowly, the sister’s long black tail darts around to poke at her little brother. He smiles and reaches up to touch it. He grabs it and Bean shivers, which prompts the parents to laugh.
“He’s so tiny.” Bean says, wiggling her fingers at him. Cuca coos up up her and smiles. “I’m gonna look out for you, okay? I got your back no matter what, little brother...”
✂ - a vivid memory (for either, or both tbh)
“Bean, grab your brother!”
It was night, but you’d never even be able to tell with all the lights and explosions about the sky. Bean and her mother Pia are scrambling around their tiny house. Bean finds her little brother hiding beneath a table and she eases him out while their mother calls for their father, who emerges from the cellar a moment after he was called, wearing what the children both knew to be his armor from the old days.
“Rubego, please don’t tell me you’re going to fight.”
“Pia, we have a responsibility to these people-”
“We have a responsibility to our children!”
Cuca has his arms around his sister, shaking. The parents see their poor frightened children and Pia runs to them, kneeling and taking the two children in her arms.
“Bean, you remember where your papa and I showed you the ship deck?”
“Yes, mama.”
“I need you to take Cuca there. Right now.”
“But you and Papa-”
“Bean, sweetling-” Pia brushes her daughter’s thick hair back, “We’ll meet you there. Keep your brother safe.” Bean nods and without another word the Saiyans separate, the adults going to fight ad the children to the ship deck.
True to her word, shortly after the kids arrive their mother appears in the same armor worn by their father, who shortly joins them, activating one of the little ships on the deck.
“Sweetlings, come here.” Pia says to her children, “We’re going to send you ahead of us. We will follow when we can.”
“But-” Both of the children try to cut her off but she shakes her head.
“Don’t argue.” She says firmly before she smiles, oddly serene in the war zone. “You both are so brave, and very strong. You are the future, you know that?” Both children lean in and rest their heads against their mother’s. “We are both very very proud of you both.”
“Pia, the ship is ready.” Rubego says solemnly, and his children then crowd around his legs. He kneels down and hugs both of them tight. Despite the promise to follow behind, the adults both know that this would be the last time they see their children in this life. “Bean, take care of Cuca. Remember the training I’ve given you... But never forget mercy and kindness, they get you much farther than senseless killing.”
“Y-yes, Papa...”
“And Cuca....Be brave, son. You’re stronger than you think.” Cuca is crying, and his father lifts his chin. “Chin up, son. Your sister’s got your back, always.”
A particularly loud explosion sets the final goodbye in mothion as the children are strapped into the tiny ship. Final hugs and hasty forehead touches were shared. The ship closed and the children press their hands to the glass. The adults do the same.
“We love you.”
The words can hardly be heard over the engine, or the explosions. But the heaviness of it all, the tears shed were louder than any blast.
And in a flash of light, they’re gone.
Name: Cuca
Age: 9
Height: 4′8
Weight: 90 lbs
Blood Type: Red?
Eye color: Black
Hair color: Black
Date of Birth: *noncommittal shrug*
Zodiac sign: ???
Shoe size: Whatever Bean can’t wear
Favorite Color(s): Orange, Red and Yellow,
Favorite smell(s): Wild flowers, sea-salt, old wood, that after rain smell.
Birth Gem: *shrugs*
Race: Saiyan
Talent(s): Incredibly good at being silent, surprisingly strong, fast learner and speed reader.
A wish they have always wanted: To get his family and friends back or to find a new home.
An item they hold dear to their heart: His sister s all he’s got.
Favorite sound(s): Wind, distant thunder, rain on windows.
Fear(s): Losing Bean, the dark, large animals, large people, people who yel..
Accomplishment(s): Escaped the destruction of his planet... And also punched through an apartment building.
Your muse’s catchphrase(s): ...............Huh?
Likes: Being around Bean, flowers, fishing, watching traffic or clouds or stars.
Dislikes: Mean people, people who yell, seeing his siter hurt or upset, large animals, the dark
Any scars?: One on his foot, he stepped on a sea shell when he was six.
Birthmarks?: Bean says he has one that looks like a fried egg in his ‘knee-pit’
Something about your muse that is different from everyone else: Cries because butterflies are so pretty.
What makes your muse cry?: The aforementioned butterflies, getting yelled at, seeing his sister upset or hurt, being in the dark, being left a lone for longer than like, two hours, a really nice sunset- He’s sensitive.
What makes your muse happy?: His sister and seeing her happy, peaceful people watching, sunsets, flowers, warm clothes.
What makes your muse laugh?: Bean’s jokes, fart noises, being tickled.
Does your muse love his/her parents? Why or why not?: Yes, he was very very close with them.
Does you muse have any friends? Which friend is closest to him/her?: Bean is all he has.
Your muse’s favorite food?: Anything that has been fried.
Does your muse follow a religion? If so, what is it and what are their beliefs?: No
What would get your muse to fall in love with someone?: Idk man
Has your muse ever killed/murdered somebody? Why did they do it and what was their motive? Yikes, no
Does your muse have a type when it comes to physical attraction?: Neh
What does your muse find endearing personality wise?: Compassion, being gentle, randomly kind.
What is the most stupidest/illogical thing your muse has done and why did they do it?: Got stuck in a tree for six hours back when he and Bean were still with their parents. They looked for him all day and he couldn’t get down.