Like I said, Karma is very overprotective of his tinies. I never really quite settled on the backstory for this art piece, but it could be anything from Space getting yelled at by someone to him accidentally getting a small wound or cut on his arm.
Either way, he knew it would spike Karma's instincts to protect him, so he took off his boots prior so Karma wouldn't have as unpleasant an experience gulping him down uwu
You can also see Karma has flared up defensively! He has crystalline quills/spines poking out his back, tearing through his shirt, as well as crystalline shardlike 'blades' at his elbows. The explanation behind them is long and overdetailed so I won't bother getting into it for a while, if ever.
He's also baring his fangs and claws, protectively holding his squishy tummy. Nobody is touching his sand kitty >:3
This art piece was commissioned from @scketchorinopop a while back and I love how it turned out <3 thank you!
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Oh man I really gave myself a lot to do on this ref, but I'm thrilled with how it came out! Triton is a very old oc I love with all my heart
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when Leia visits Like in tl(4)j, does she bring along c3po? would all the padawans find him annoying? would Dar'shanna spend hours asking him questions? would the beef between him and r2d2 cause a r2-chopper alliance?
omg the 2nd idea i love that
(commission info // kofi support!)
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(8/09/253, 0215 Hours)
Space.
They don't call me Space for no reason, heh.
I suppose most of the guys think that it's funny. "Ooh, Vasya has ADHD and 'spaces' out all the time, that's obviously what we have to call him." Total load of bullshit.
...I think Kairo is the only one who realizes that it's consistently been getting worse for the past while. Sure, I still zone out sometimes, but a lot of the time I start to spiral, going deeper and deeper into my thoughts in very....not positive ways. Things start to overwhelm me and I get lost in my own head.
That's where I found myself a few hours ago. I was sitting on my bed (I think, I can't even remember), spiraling, eyes glazed over as I tried to navigate through my memories and escape the nasty ones. Things were getting louder, heart pounding, bad memories barraging my defenses and starting to break through-
Then it all stopped as I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around me from behind, a familiar heartbeat echoing in my ear. I flinch, looking down, recognizing the familiar glowing red markings of Karma...Kairo. He lets me call him by his first name, Kairo, instead of his nickname. He gently squeezes me to his chest, grounding me and helping me regain my focus.
When I finally look up at him, I find him watching me carefully. His sharp eyes soften when he sees mine. I'm absolutely sure that my expression was neutral, that I looked okay, but he always seems to know exactly what's going on. Wordlessly, he lifts me up, tilting his head, giving me one of those gentle looks that he doesn't dish out often. He knows exactly what I need in order to relax, to decompress.
His jaws open wide and he gently presses me in, skipping the usual pleasantries of tasting me and letting me examine his cozy maw. Powerful gulps pull me down quickly, the strong muscles kneading me downward with each swallow. As he works his way down past my middle, I feel gravity flip as he lifts my legs up to work them down easier. The pressure relieves around my head as it passes into an open space, my shoulders following soon after.
A brief pause grabs my attention, causing me to give a squirm as he stops swallowing. I open my mouth to ask what's going on, only to remain silent as I feel him unlacing and removing my boots, followed by my socks. A hint of a smile etches itself on my lips; he knows of my passionate hatred for wet socks, so he figured he might as well make a quick stop to ensure I stay comfortable.
Soon enough, I find myself curled up entirely in his belly, squirming and rolling to get myself upright. Once I seem settled, I feel a gentle pat on one side from his big paw. His breath hitches slightly as I offer a soft kick in return, my silent way of indicating that I'm okay and comfortable.
He never spoke throughout the whole interaction, and he doesn't speak now. He doesn't need to, after all....he knows me as well as I know myself, and he knows how to make sure I can relax. I snuggle up, feeling his paw gently stroke his swollen tum, rocking from side to side as he walks about to handle his other tasks. It's soothing....the ambience of his gurgling belly, thumping heart and gentle purrs lulls me into a trance, like always...distracting me, urging me to rest, to let him take care of me. I don't fight against the drowsiness, letting his belly close in with a gentle squeeze, holding me secure...protecting me. And through it all, his paw remains on his belly, reminding me that he's here for me long after I've drifted off to sleep.
It's strange, when I think about it. How he comforts me by eating me, by gulping me down....yet I don't protest. I enjoy it more than he does. I enjoy the protection, the gentle cuddles and warmth, the intimate bond we share thanks to countless hours spent together.
....I really don't want to lose him.
[Taken from the personal journal of Specialist Vasya Kayashi, 4/17/254]
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