Dunno why I love drawing Sedj so much given his hair is a pain but I just really do.
This one is based on the idea that Sarake’d learns the difference between “Dressing sexy” and “lazy teen’ when it comes to his most extroverted son. Much to Sedj’s confusion at first. Like why is his halter top problematic but crop top and short shorts is no biggie.
Not sure what he’ looking at so softly here but he;s definately more relaxed than I’ve ever drawn/written him before.
So for the lovely @deskgirl‘s birthday I offered to write something and was told
“ Honestly anything you feel inspired to write would make me happy. I’d take scifi slice of life, just off the top of my head. Or let the space boys have some action if you can think of a good plot. Brawls are good. Emergency crash landing. Someone getting busted up and needing to be taken care of. Go wild. And take your time if you need it, no rush “
Well a fight never came to mind but I did manage some little cute slice of life blurbs, one for each of the Beestrix boys. Set in drasticly different times.
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“We’re here!” Mateudj cheered delighted as he swung from his seat and made his way from the bridge followed by his papoi’s laugher.
Since his brothers had found their own places to settle and Sarake’d did have his work as pilot Mateudj had needed to find his own methods of mobility. He had forgone any prosthetic replacements, the idea of modifying his body, even beneficially, had been enough to cause severe panic attacks.
Instead modifications had been made to the ship around him allowing him to swing and amble freely through each room as easily as his family.The cargo bay though was too vast for him to do anything just drop to the floor and walk by hand down the lowering ramp his balance the result of years of practice.
He cheered again spotting his eldest brother head and shoulders above many others a safe distance away on the dock.
The older beestrix could have approached already knowing when there was no danger in doing so but instead he waited smiling as Matteudj approached. He preferred to see his little brother leave the ship happy and of his own accord. Though the second he could reach he would scoop his little brother into the warmest hug and catch up on all they had missed.
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“Where’s Sarake’d?”“He said he was going to his quarters to rest, so I’m watching the controls.”
“Mateudj?”
“Painting.”
Sedj pouted, he had hoped for a little company but now both his brothers seemed to be occupied and Sarake’d was taking a nap.
Actually a nap sounded rather nice…Sarake’d hadn’t hesitated to invite him in when he knocked but Sedj did as he stepped into the room. The bygon had clearly been settled in and possibly already asleep when he had interrupted.
“Is something wrong dano’ nei'man?”
The comforting endearment was enough of an invitation to make his request as he stepped closer, “I was wondering if maybe I could nap with you? Nothing sexual I swear, it’s just my brothers are busy and I dunno a little rest sounds really good maybe a ….cuddle? I’m all dressed even see?”
He did a little turn to show his shorts and tanktop in fact covered all they should, “I mean…”
He stopped rambling as he realized Sarake’d was smiling and now patting an empty spot on the bed.
Laughing in relief and at his own expense Sedj finished crossing the room to drop on the bed snuggling close as his foster father tucked his head under his chin.
“Thanks Dad.”
“Sleep well Sedj.”
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Madje had been settling into his new life on Nhel when he had first noticed the twins. They just always seemed to be around; one or both, in the village or even at the port, when he noticed them they didn’t pretend not to be looking. They would smile and wave, when they were close enough to actually talk it was simple small things about the weather or sights, asking if he was doing well, there were even small compliments he recognized as tentative flirting.
After a lifetime of being weighted and measured for his physical value, he was surprised to find he didn’t mind and even enjoyed their attention.
He had a hard earned sense when it came to predatory people, these two were not that.
They were clearly interested but approaching him the way one might a skittish animal, slow and on his terms.
He appreciated the thought and the care.
He was going to have to think of a good way to show them he was interested in turn, it was certainly something to ask Sarake’d the next time he landed
this story was prompt and helped along by my lovely friend Thes
If you want to write a scene, consider: Sedj having a Moment (first attempt at teen rebellion? Venting because he’s unhappy? Getting drunk and trying to score a one night stand to ignore his own trauma looming over him?) and when Madje says he’ll go get him, Sarake’d tells him to stay. He’ll get Sedj.
It’s the work of about 3 weeks which is honestly the longest I’ve stuck with a story in a long while. The title is defined as “ a medicine, especially one that is not considered effective, prepared by an unqualified person.”
Picked because I discovered Sedj comes with Two songs in this story
Desire by Meg Myers and Antidote by Faith Marie
It’s Kinda a rough one so putting it under the cut.If you’re familiar with my beestrix characters you’ll know why, nothing graphic just mentions of past trama and poor coping.
The bar in question was the kind of middle ground one could only find on a space station, somewhere the high class could slum it with the common while those from below could get a taste of the better life.
Sedj irregardless stood out.
There was something desperate about the teen sitting at the bar. He was dressed with flash, a golden top with a plunging neckline that framed his chest rather than covering it drawing more attention to his pierced nipples and practically pooled in his lap which was scantly covered by his barely there holographic shorts. In the few minutes Sarake’d had been watching he had witnessed several men approach only to be shot down.
That was the biggest difference, more than the desperation, there was a meanness to Sedj the Bygon hadn’t witnessed before.
His rejections had fangs and a bite that coupled with his look came off as far more dismissive than needed.
If the teen looked the part of a peacock he had the attitude of a feral dog, snapping at every hand to come near him.
Making a decision Sarake’d strode over to where his middle son sat and took the empty seat on his left side.
The half-empty glass in front of Sedj indicated he had clearly been drinking but wasn’t drunk yet, the fact he turned his head obviously to check who had sat down spoke volumes as to how far gone he really was.
“What are you doing there?”
The teen tried to sound sharp but ended up sulky instead a child who knows their playtime is over.
“I’m thinking of getting a drink.”
“You don’t drink you’re no fun like that.”
“I’m not here to be fun. I’m here to keep you safe and bring you home. When you’re ready.”
“Well I’m not ready.”
“Then I’ll have one of those cherry temples your brother loves.”
Huffing the teen turned his head back to surveying the room but now everyone was keeping their distance. The was a moment of inner dispute during which Sedj looked ready to charge after the men that had previously pursued him instead he grabbed his own drink and finished it off quickly before attempting to stand, “Fuck it lets just go.”
Shrugging Sarake’d followed behind the most dramatic of his boys a bit relieved force would not actually be needed this time, as he knew Madje often employed the over shoulder method to bring his brother home.
Annoyance fueled Sedj’s pace for the first few halls but as the drink he had finished sunk in he slowed, starting to sway. He gradually came to a stop leaning against the nearest wall with a soft sigh. “Aren’t you going to ask?”
“Ask what?”
“Ask why I was there! Why I wasn’t just jumping the first dick to hit on me! Fuck the first five dicks!”
Sarake'd would be lying if he said he didn't want to ask. Of course he did. What Sedj had done, running off by himself without telling anyone, had been dangerous. Before the boys had come into his life, Sarake'd had never had to worry about anyone but himself; now he worried all the time. He wanted to shake Sedj and demand to know what he'd been thinking.
Right now, though, that wasn't what Sedj needed. He needed someone to care. The anger was a test. It was pain. It was whatever Sedj had been trying to drown in alcohol back at that bar without success.
Sarake'd eased a little closer and spoke, gently: "Do you want me to ask?"
The teen made a soft sound still leaning against the wall, it was so small if the Bygon hadn’t been close he might have missed it “...Please.”
"Okay." Sarake'd kept his voice soft. He leaned in, but didn't move to touch Sedj. "Why were you there?" A pause, and then a second, more important question: "What's wrong, dano' nei'man?"
Sedj tensed a moment before straightening, reaching up he roughly pulled his hair away from his face revealing the scars that crossed his blinded eye, Sarake’d had caught glimpses of the old injury but it had never been presented so bluntly. Work had clearly been done to restore appearances as there were only three distinct lines crossing the socket but the sunken skin made it clear there was nothing behind the sealed lid.
“Because I’m damaged.”
Despite the air of finality with which the words were said they were in in fact the breaking of the dam.
“I’m just a pretty face with a huge fucking flaw that makes me worth less. As long as I hide my scars I can have my pick of fucks, rough trade or the polished elite they all want me. They offer me drinks, credits, money, even just a good time and they are all so crushed when I say no because they don’t know better. If they knew about this they wouldn’t say shit. They’ll expect me to be grateful because who else could possibly want to look at an ugly thing like me?”
The anger and desperation turned to resignation and bitterness as the poison continued to spill from the teen’s lips.
He was shaking arms moving to grip each other hard enough to bruise as if it were the only thing keeping him together.
“They don’t actually want me and tonight I didn’t want them, I wanted them to want, and to be humiliated when trash like me still told them no.”
Sarake’d let out a harsh breath through his nose. His body language was rigid, antennae curled back, tails fanned out and twitching. He didn’t like hearing anyone insult his boys, even when it was them. “You aren’t trash. Anyone who doesn’t see how wonderful you are doesn’t deserve you.”
He slowly relaxed when he realized how he must look. He lowered himself down until he was nearly Sedj’s height and let his tails curl in and around him protectively. He held his arms out, loose and wide in invitation. “For what it’s worth, your brothers and I want you. All of you, just the way you are... no matter how much trouble you cause or how much you make me worry.”
Sedj made another soft sound this one more of a whimper as he moved away from the wall only to fall against the bygon’s shoulder, he softened even more as Sarake’d hesitantly wrapped am arm around his waist. The shaking lessened as Sarake’d’s free hand came up to stroke his hair soothingly, combing the tossled locks back into order though he had to work around the teen’s face being pressed to his shoulder.
Pressing into the contact even as he turned his head Sedj burst into tears.
His boys didn’t cry, or rather on the rare occasion they did they, Matteudj mostly, did so silently making hardly a sound and the minimum of tears.
This was nothing like that.
It was loud and ugly, messy even as the boy keened against his skin.
Gradually as the tears slowed Sedj let his own arms go in favor of wrapping them around Sarake’d in a tight hold as his cries quieted to soft sniffles.
Waiting a little longer to be sure the boy was truly done, Sakare’d shifted just enough that the teen was tucked to his side instead of dependent on the wall, his head still resting on his shoulder.
Letting out a shaky sigh Sedj made no attempt to pull away, “Sorry. Can we just go home now?”
“Can you walk?”
“Uh...”
Sarake’d couldn’t see the teen’s face but he could hear the puzzlement in the sound and feel him shift as he tested his balance, it still took a minute to receive a verdict.
“Not well?”
“Would you like a do’orada ride? Like your brother?”
Sedj might not have known what a do’orada was but he certainly understood reference to his younger brother . He nodded slowly and was mindful of the bygon’s tails as he moved to the man’s back and climbed on carefully.
As they resumed their walk the silent was fragile, not entirely comfortable after Sedj’s outburst. Sarake’d didn’t want to make light of anything the boy had disclosed but he did hope to perhaps give him a little cheer.
“I like your new jewelry.”
Sedj tensed in surprise but Sarake’d could feel his smile as he buried his face into the back of his shoulder. The teen’s outfit may have been all about flash but the trio of gold bees hanging from each of his piercings was a personal homage to his family, one only someone close would recognize. “Thank you.”
Three for one today because separating these 3 is hard
Beetrix Species Info
Character Name: Mateudj
Full Name: Mateudj
Nickname(s): Mateux (Anglai /English translation of his name)
Gender: Male; ahnax
Birthday: Unknown
Marital Status: Underage
Hair: Black, straight and chin-length
Eyes: Grey
Language(s): Anglai/English
Blood Type: Non-human
Height: 2’6ft (seated) 3’6 (balanced on his stumps)
Body Structure/Physical Faults: Petite, pointed ears, could pass as a preteen girl at a glance, strong arms, legs end at the knee. Cannot consume solids. Has organs intended to carry young; sterile.
Species: Beestrix
Parents/Elders/Guardians: Madje and Sedj, Adopted father Sarake’d
Siblings: Madje (o. brother) Sedj (o. brother)
Beliefs/Religion: None
Career/Past Careers: Child sex slave
Character Name: Sedj
Full Name: Sedj
Nickname(s): Sex (Anglai /English translation of his name) , Sei
Gender: Male; xaema
Birthday: {unknown} 1yr older than Mateudj 1yr younger than Madje
Marital Status: Barely Underage
Hair: Black, long and straight reaches the back of his knees often in elaborate styles
Eyes: Grey
Language(s): Anglai/English
Blood Type: Non-Human
Height: 5’11
Body Structure/Physical Faults: Muscular, pointed ears, dancer or swimmer’s build, three scars over left eye which is scarred shut. Scar on right wrist. Nipple piercings. Cannot consume solids. Has organs intended to carry young; sterile.
Species: Beestrix
Parents/Elders/Guardians: Madje, Adopted father Sarake’d
Siblings: Madje (o. brother), Mateudj (y.Brother)
Beliefs/Religion: Hedonist
Career/Past Careers: Child sex slave, Exotic dancer
Character Name: Madje
Full Name: Madje
Nickname(s): Maxe (Anglai /English translation of his name)
Gender: Male; Soldax
Birthday: Unknown 1 yr older than Sadj 2yrs older than Mateudj
Marital Status: Legal, Single
Hair: Black short buzz cut
Eyes: Grey
Language(s): Anglai/English
Blood Type: non-human
Height: 7ft
Body Structure/Physical Faults: Built large and muscular (football player), covered in scars from fights and beatings Cannot consume solids. Has organs intended to carry young; sterile.
Species: Beestrix
Parents/Elders/Guardians: No Biological, Adopted father Sarake’d
Siblings: Sadje (y. brother), Mateudj (y, brother)
Beliefs/Religion: None
Career/Past Careers: Child slave, Gladiator, Protector
