#vixyn

[muselinqs]

Yoon Dae-hyun / Vixyn

the boy in the band trope, except off stage he's a socially awkward dork with an eidetic memory and empathy / sympathy issues.

the lead singer and founder of Arctic Fox ㅡ a seven member band that quickly gained popularity in clubs and bars.

[kiravel]

+/- Vixyn <3

"She’s… nice, I guess.  Harmless might be another word for it?  Not a lot of people like that on Nexus, seems like.  Things would probably be easier if there were more like her, and less like myself.

"Let’s get one thing straight — HUGS ARE NOT A TALENT.  HUGS ARE NOT A CURRENCY FOR ANYTHING.  Our whole damn culture revolves around hugging, and it’s honestly pathetic.  You want respect?  Show me you can do something other than just putting your arms around another person — especially when some people don’t want your arms around them!  Maybe it’s all she knows how to do.  I’m pretty sure if I shook her, as I so often want to, I’d barely be able to make out the whisper of a cotton ball rolling around up there."

[thebellmansboojum-blog]

Yaza/Vixyn #4! Don't even care who is who!

Dr. Yaza Wintermint was grading papers. Well, papers might not have been the precise term for the mostly-crayon-drawing-backwards-R-covered sheets piled before him. If one wanted to be technical, they weren’t even really on paper. There was no wood pulp to be found in the composition of the environmentally friendly sheets the school used. He considered them papers though, and that was what mattered. He took his job very seriously.

He was pondering over one child’s drawing of a dark cloudy sky when the voice piped up from the doorway. She sounded young, too old for one of his own students though, probably from one of the upper level classes … thus Yaza paid the voice little mind. “Professor Otro-Mundo’s office is down the hall.” It might have been petty, but he made special care not to call the other teacher by the moniker of doctor.

“Um… sorry, I’m looking for a Dr. Wintermint?” The mention of his name made him lift his head, red-toned eyes falling on the figure in the doorway. The red pen fell from his hand with a clatter, rolling under the desk.

She was… gorgeous. There was no other word for it. Well, maybe there were other words, in fact a few came to mind, but still. And she was definitely not a student. Wild red hair, fox-gold eyes… and a royal blue dress that was cut just low enough that her ample cleavage was quite obvious, and just high enough that he thought he could see the lace at the tops of her thigh highs.

“Uh…” His response spoke to his multiple PhD’s at work.

“Do…do you know where I can find him? I have an appointment. It’s about my daughter, Lyric.”

Yaza blinked, once, twice, then finally his senses (well, some tiny fraction of his sense anyway) came flooding back to him. “Right! You must be Mrs. Risingsun!” He felt a little like he had the time he’d drank an entire case of Red Rosdower in one sitting. His heart was racing.

“Miss,” she corrected him, and the teacher couldn’t help but inwardly smile at that fact. Somehow he managed to keep it off his face.

“I’m Dr. Wintermint… Yaza,” he somehow kept his eyes on the redhead’s face. Not lower. Not on the pale skin showing above her neckline, not at her long legs – made even longer by dangerously high heels, and certainly not at the swishing tail which mirrored the red (and apparent softness) of her hair and ears.

“Oh! Good,” the woman’s grin was infectious. Yaza found himself smiling back. “You can call me Vixyn,” she added.

There was a pause, and the teacher realized he was staring. “Oh! Sorry, uh, have a seat…” He tried to get up but his feet and tail and motor functions seemed to be all mixed up. Thankfully she found somewhere to sit on her own. Unfortunately that place happened to be the top of one of the desks. She definitely was wearing thigh highs, he noted.

“Is she causing problems for you?” Vixyn asked, her golden eyes flooded with concern. “She doesn’t mean to be bad…it’s just, moving around like we do … and with her father… well, it’s been hard for her.”

“Oh, no, she hasn’t been trouble. Really, quite the opposite,” he said quickly, noting the warm fuzzy sensation in his middle when Miss. Risingsun’s smile returned. “Lyric is really quite brilliant, it seems. But I’m worried she isn’t being challenged enough in the usual classes.”

Vixyn gave him a puzzled look. In fact, it was the sort of look that made him question whether the woman had even understood half the multisyllabic words he’d just spewed out. “Really?” she asked after an almost overly long pause. Again that smile bloomed across her face and Yaza found himself returning it.

“Really,” he said. “I was hoping you might be willing to enroll her in the after-school program we’re forming. If it’s a problem to come pick her up, I’m certain some of the other parents would be willing to car-pool.”

She tilted her head, that long soft-looking hair of hers spilling over her shoulder and drawing his attention for the briefest moment downward. She was gorgeous.

“If you need to think about it, that’s okay. We won’t be starting till the middle of next month. I just think it would be an excellent chance for her to explore other avenues of learning. We’ll have nature walks and the kids will have an opportunity to study ecology and botany…” he trailed off, noting that the puzzled look had returned. “Sorry… I think I started babbling there.”

“No! It’s okay!” the smile returned and she even bounced a little as she spoke. It was hell trying to concentrate on her face. “I think that’d be great! I’m not really sure what any of those things you mentioned are… echos and robots or something, but I think it’d be neat if she got to learn all that stuff!”

Yaza almost didn’t realize that the woman had spoken, he was so busy focusing on keeping his eyes on her lips as they moved. Anything but the bouncing, and he was very glad that he hadn’t tried again to stand. When the words did finally sink in though, they began to worm their way into an idea.

“That’s wonderful Miss…Vixyn,” he said, smiling broadly at her. And no, he really oughtn’t to . . but… He found himself continuing on. “It would be great also if you were able to work with her outside of school… I get that some of this stuff is kinda probably not stuff they covered when you were in school,” he made sure to put that as gently as possible so as not to make it sound as if he was suggesting she was dumb. “In fact, perhaps you wouldn’t mind discussing some of the subjects with me sometime. I can go over everything so you can help her out.”

“Oh! That would. . I’d love that!” She paused, looking worried a moment. “I don’t want to be a bother though… I mean… I’m sure you’re a very busy man…”

“No. . no it’s not a bother at all,” he assured her. Anything to get that sweet smile back. “I mean, I’m a person, I eat and drink and stuff… and if you wanted we could discuss it over maybe …dinner?”

And there it was. She beamed at him. “I’d love that Dr… I mean Yaza.” The way she wiggled to emphasize her happiness was almost too much. “Thank you so much for all of this.” For a moment he thought she might bound over and hug him. For a moment he thought he really wished she would.

Instead she just gave him that smile and stood, smoothing out the front of her short dress and adjusting it over the tops of her stockings. “I’ll let you get back to your grading now.  You have my number.” She gave him one more look as she headed to the door, over her shoulder, and Yaza didn’t even mind the fact that she’d caught him staring. “Call me,” she said, and then she was gone.

He sat there for a good minute before he realized that his pink-haired co-worker was smirking at him from the doorway.

“You seriously just asked the mother of one of your students on a date?” Professor Otro-Mundo said. He didn’t really make it a question.

“Shut up,” Dr. Wintermint replied.

Again. PhD’s. Great talky.

[easierbythree]

*Vixyn

“EEEEEEEEEE!!!!!" Tempre giggled from her new comfy place on the floor, her fruity drink still sitting half-empty on the table above.  "I loooooove Vixy.  She’s so sweet and pretty and she has this gorgeous HAIR and she gives these amaaaaaaaazing hugs —” Tempre interrupts herself to giggle and wrap her arms around herself, wiggling ridiculously.  ”I don’t know her really well, I guess, but she’s really nice, and fuuuuuun, and I wanna get to know her better!  We’re going to have so much fun working together, I just know it!  Oooh, can I have another one of these?  Down here maybe?”

[thebellmansboojum-blog]

*Yaza!

“He’s so … sweet to me,” her ears twitched and she wiggled happily in her seat, letting the ice cubes clink in the glass. “And he’s fierce…you wouldn’t think it by looking at him, but he’s got this whole other side that just,” she seemed to lose the sentence in the dreamy blushing look. “He can make me feel things I don’t even…” the blush deepened. “I just really, really like him and I wish I could keep him all to myself.” A pause, “though, now that I think of it, it’s really too bad Raventail hates me so much… .the two of them together…” She cleared her throat and busied herself taking another drink from her glass.

[thebellmansboojum-blog]

Vixyn; Hidden!

Slowly but surely getting through these writey ones!

“Fold,” the big Granok man grumbled, setting his cards down and drumming his huge fingertips so hard that the table rattled with the force. Vixyn’s gold eyes remained neutral, in fact her whole expression was vacant as ever. She was waiting, ears twitching cutely as she leaned forward just so. Just like she’d been taught.

“Shit,” said the human man just before covering his mouth. “Sorry, ma’am… fold.” His cheeks were pink and it was sort of obvious where his eye kept on wandering. The little Aurin gave him a sweet smile and he turned away.

The Mordesh smiled, shaking his head slightly in disbelief as he watched Vixyn Risingsun from just beyond the table. She was a pretty little thing, but the fact that she could play cards so damned well made her not only amusing but profitable. The last two men folded as well, their eyes unable to move from the Aurin girl’s cleavage. He’d picked that dress for just that reason.

Vixyn grinned cutely (as if she could grin in any other manner) and gathered up her considerable winnings. “Thanks guys!” she said, adding a little bounce to the words. Eyes followed that bounce as usual. “This was fun!”

The other players didn’t seem to think so, but they were polite enough. The redhead was after all a lady, and none of them wanted to start any trouble that would get them kicked out of the bar. It wasn’t like there were many places to drink on the ship, after all.

“Are you ready to go?” He asked her, sliding his fingers into her soft red mane. That always got a sort of purr out of her which the Mordesh man found rather fascinating.

“Mmmhmm,” she said, tilting her head towards his hand.

“You did well tonight, pretty one.” The words were breathed into the little creature’s triangle ear. “We should go celebrate.” He let his sharp teeth brush against the soft orange fur as he drew his mouth away. She turned to look up at him adoringly. He smiled. It was almost kind. “What would you do without me?”

The sad truth was, she didn’t know.

[ashmaw]

Q&A: Yaza!

01. Full name: Doctor Yaza Precious Wintermint, PhDx6

02. Best friend: Coyote, Scanbot Mk1

03. Sexuality: Uh. Erm. Uhh. Everyone’s pretty cute! Probably omnisexu—aahh! Can we leave it at everyone’s cute?

04. Favorite color: All colors! Except pastel yellow. Pastel yellow makes my skin crawl. 

05. Relationship status: Complicated! I think I’m dating maybe the cutest Aurin in the history of time. And the best hugger of our people. With the biggest... heart! I'm conflicted over another cute Aurin. A cute, angry Aurin with temper and a soft inside he doesn’t want anyone to see. He doesn’t like to share. I hope he... well, he'll make his choice.

06. Ideal mate: Nice and strong and smart (but not as smart as myself!) and adorable and gentle and powerful and brave and affectionate and passionate and cool and fashionable and soft and witty and pretty and bright! But, uh. Anyone who's kind enough, I suppose.

07. Turn-ons: Touching and good stuff. Soft things. Hugs. Hnnng, hair-petting. Backrubs. Scented candles! 

…maybe also getting my teeth and claws into someone, and leaving significant marks! 

08. Favorite food: Any sort of bird-flavored instant noodles! And Red Rowsdower for those long nights at the datachron! 

09. Crushes: Pretty much everyone on the crew (except Tanen). All the people at that date auction, including the auctioneer. Everyone at the two bars I’ve been to. Most of the people I’ve passed in Thayd. This one Cassian that didn’t shoot me. This Draken that missed. I’m still scared of most Granok, but a kinda-cute one pulled me out of a ditch I ran my retroblade into... she called me "Fuzzball" and lifted me out with one arm!

10. Favorite music: Uh, what music do you like?

11. Biggest fear: Debt collectors! And confrontation. And spiders. And eye contact.

12. Biggest fantasy: Either having a library named after me, or being being a consort of a Matria who would let me sleep in and update my blog and do field research from 

13. Bad habits: I don't have them. Except doing the dishes. I hate that. And I spend too much time on my blog. And I sleep late. And I sometimes bite people. And once I tasted a thing I shouldn't have and doctors-dont-need-blogs had to give me a shot with a needle I'm sure is much bigger than it needed to be. 

14. Biggest regret: I did something really bad when Arboria was... haha, no. Kidding. Didn't... do anything. 

15. Best kept secrets: I sometimes feel like someone else is looking through my eyes. Haha! I'm so full of funny, untrue things that I would never say to anyone. Next question!

16. Last thought: ...I don't want to think about it.

17. Worst romantic experience: I made a fearsome Aurin cry. :(

18. Biggest insecurity: Every time someone mentions my degrees might not be worth what I think they are, I get a little closer to believing them.

19. Weapon of choice: A powerful mind! Knowledge! Haha, no, definitely a Psyblade.

20. Role Model: ...he can never know this, but Doctor Otro is everything I think a doctor should be. He's serious and respected and helps even the people he's mad at. He's given me help when I was a fussy little jerk, and even though we don't see eye to eye, he's got my best interests in mind more often than not. He's kind of... uh, great. 

I will melt your brain with my brain if you tell him.

[ashmaw]

Dream: Yaza n' Vixyn

Doctor Yaza Wintermint smiled across the long, steel table. To his delight, the Aurin with the orange-red mane smiled back. His toes curled in their boots. For the next half-hour they exchanged glances in the ship’s mess hall, hers always direct and accompanied by an enthusiastic wave, his always furtive and blushing.

She was surrounded by a cadre of suitors, ranging from Aurin to Granok, and every shade of gender. He had Coyote, his malfunctioning scanbot. Coyote wouldn’t even turn on, while the red-orange Aurin’s companions seemed to be having the opposite problem.

And yet, she never failed to meet his glance. Not once. Er, Yaza’s, not Coyote’s. Coyote is a dumb, broken robot. Every time Doctor Wintermint would lift his eyes from his tray, the other Aurin’s golden gaze was there. Like it was waiting for his.

After the meal, Yaza returned to the Arkship’s sparse crew quarters for the last sleep before the BIG sleep: when the final few not in cryosleep climbed into those chilly pods and prepared to wake on Nexus. He fumbled for his keycard, and barely managed to get it in the door. He was exhausted. The rickety thing drew open with a hiss of metal, and he stumbled inside.

Golden eyes gleamed at him in the darkness of his room. In the next second, her arms were around his shoulders in a hug both merciless and well-padded. He tensed, nearly squealed, and stammered a quick “W-what are you doing here?”

“You looked so lonely, I wanted to… meet you,” purred the fox-like woman with the coin-colored gaze.

“You did? Me?” he asked, excitement obvious in his tone. “Mhm,” she replied, running her hands down his arms, “Something like that.”

She took his hands in hers and guided them down to her hips. He grinned, then frowned. Beneath the shirt he felt something odd. A texture. His fingers moved beneath the fabric. Sleek, layered… scales?

“W-what is…?”

Her grin grew toothy, “You’re a xenobiologist, and you can’t tell the difference between Aurin and Draken?”

She leaned into the suddenly frozen Aurin. Her voice, when it came, was cheery to the point of excess: “It’s going to be a long trip. I’m gonna be hungry.”

Her teeth opened his throat.

“Gaaggghhhh!!!” Yaza shouted, sitting bolt upright in bed, clad in thin sheets and cold sweat. His cot wobbled, and he rolled onto the floor of his small, cluttered house. He glanced about for golden eyes, frantic and alarmed. Nothing but the faint blinking lights of the universe’s worst scanbot.

“Oh stars,” he panted, “Just a dream.”