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isilrina · 1 month

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Happy Art Monday!

Started at the end of last year, this piece underwent several reworkings and additions until completion due to delays during the holiday season. Originally intended for posting before the year's end, circumstances led to its completion a few days later, marking the new year with another addition to my Andromeda Six fanart collection.

'Close your eyes' portrays a pivotal moment in the relationship between the main character, Jiro, and Vexx from the game Andromeda Six. The two Kitalphan men, Jiro and Vexx were a couple before the treacherous coup shook their bond. Despite the turmoil, Jiro eventually realized Vexx was a victim as much as he was, and their love rekindled amidst the trials faced aboard the Andromeda Six.

While Nat' embodied boldness and Rina exuded emotional depth, Jiro stands as the most gentle and tender of my OCs so far. His tendency to avoid problems in hopes of their disappearance contrasts the harsh reality that he faces.

This artwork captures a crucial scene where the main character is falling, and Vexx rushes to catch him before impending danger. Much like the identifying details in previous drawings (the dog tags of Damon and the tattoos of Bash), Vexx's presence is hinted at through a glimpse of his sleeve.

Inspired by the song "Close your eyes" by Digital Daggers, the title encapsulates the essence of the scene, hinting at a moment of trust, protection, and the deep emotional connection shared between Jiro and Vexx amid life-threatening circumstances.

The heartfelt lyrics resonate with the emotional connection shared between the two men, echoing the theme of resilience and solidarity during turbulent times. The imagery portrays a gripping moment where danger looms, yet their unwavering support for each other shines through, depicting a bond strengthened by adversity.

The profound emotions conveyed in the song's lyrics parallel the essence of this artwork, illustrating not only the depth of their connection but also their determination to overcome challenges together. As the song suggests, it echoes the sentiment that despite the chaos surrounding them, their united strength and trust will guide them through the storm.

(Personal notes: As much as I love those hands, I'm not that fond of the background. I'll probably remake it when I'll have some time and I understand how to do what I want.)

Software used: Clip Studio Paint.

"Close your eyes" by Digital Daggers. (On Youtube)

And now I'm gonna take a few minutes to thanks the people who liked, wrote a comment, followed me or rebloged my art since the end of last year.

So here is a huge shout out and thanks to: @broken-little-bhaal-babe, @valkblue, @p0et-is-my-persona, @who-is-riley, @messydiabolical, @rungalwaysheretolisten, @justabadartistlmao, @rasaltav, @ohsotragical, @feydstan, @rachellaurengray, @dramionefeltson, @storyknitter, @kitschycritter, @notrandomatall, @cityofseraphim, @kad-dala, @h3av3nndh3ll, @nony-pandemia, @phans-aesthetic-adventures, @greenberrytea, @princess-paige-place-of-fun, @umbrellaseason, @hathorik, @blackblooms, @chlorhexidini and @mxsunnybop. Each time I saw I had reached one of you, it had brightened my day, so once again, thank you all.

(Unfortunately there was some people I couldn't tag because tumblr didn't let me, so if you are one of them and you see my post, know it is not intentional and thank you.)

I'll try do this more often, it will be easier next time ^^

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commander-krios · 7 months

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Seeing Stars

Fandom: Andromeda Six Pairing: Damon Reznor/Traveler Rating: Teen Summary: "Princess, fencing is not the same as fighting with knives." Damon was about to learn how right he was about that. Words: 2730 Additional Tags: Tilaari Traveler, Pre-Relationship, Fencing, Fluff, Friendship, Humor, Flirting, Banter, Swearing/Strong Language, Sexual Humor

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Ayame’s laughter echoed back to where Damon stood with Vexx against the wall of the docks, his attention focused on the knife in his hands. At the sound, his gaze jumped to the two women positioned on the mat, Aya looking as if she’d only taken a stroll through the streets of Teranium while Astrea… well, the Princess was dripping sweat down her back, the tank top she’d borrowed from the pilot too tight in all the right places. Damon had never felt so grateful to Aya until that moment, watching as the little Tilaari Princess attempted to dodge an attack, her braided silver hair swinging wildly, her breaths coming in gasps as she fought.

Vexx nudged him in the arm, raising an eyebrow when Damon glanced his way.

“What?” He snapped, letting the blade in his hand reflect the fluorescents overhead. A threat, if there ever was one.

A smug grin crossed Vexx’s lips even as he eyed the dagger. “Nothing.”

“I can still kick your ass.” Damon said with a smirk of his own, gaze on Vexx but he still saw Aya and Astrea heading their way out of the corner of his eye, their training session finished. Vexx clenched his jaw, teeth bared in a growl, but Damon turned his back on him instead, motioning to the ladies as they finished their water bottles. “Glad that’s finally over. Can’t say it was the most exciting thing I’ve seen.”

Aya snorted, not even looking like she broke a sweat in the hour they’d been at it. He couldn’t say the same for their little stowaway. “You’re perfectly capable of doing this yourself, you know?”

“Pass. I doubt our darling princess can keep up.”

He didn’t miss the movement as Astrea’s gold eyes slanted in his direction. His lips twitched, excitement swirling in his gut at the thought of her trying to best him at his own game, only to end up under him, furious and panting.

“Is that so?”

Damon rolled his eyes, leaning against the wall again, twirling the knife between his fingers. “Princess, fencing is not the same as fighting with knives. I told you that before.”

“I am aware of that, Damon.” She shot him an annoyed look, but he was distracted by the curl of silver hair that was sticking to her sweat-dampened forehead. “Are you afraid of the challenge or are you afraid I’m going to win?”

Vexx snickered at her question and the sound made his skin crawl. As weird as things had been with him lately, at least it seemed carrot head was still capable of laughing, even if it was creepier than usual.

“If he won’t spar with you, Princess, I’ll gladly do it.” Vexx said, stepping between them, a satisfied smile pulling at his lips. “I could use the exercise. Especially if Damon is so scared of being beaten by you.”

Damon snorted, tucking the knife in his jacket where several others always hid. “I highly doubt that the stick that you claim is a sword will do shit.” His gaze ran over her body, inspecting her as she stood there, drenched in sweat from her training with Ayame and silver hair a mess. He’d never tell her, but she looked so fucking adorable. “And you’re such a tiny thing, Princess. This will be over quickly.”

Astrea glanced at Vexx, both amusement and something darker in her eyes. Something that he recognized in himself on occasion. If he was anyone else, he might’ve been worried. As it was, Astrea was already exhausted, the training with Ayame taking a lot of her energy and leaving her covered head to toe in sweat. He didn’t expect much resistance from her, and even without any knowledge of the so-called sport, fencing seemed simple enough.

Damon wasn’t entirely surprised that Ayame managed to scrounge up a pair of blades from a pile of scrap that Bash had purchased on Teranium. The bionic always found the weirdest shit to add to his collection, intending to use it for his fighting mechs. He had no idea when Bash planned on using the damned mech considering there was a fucking bounty on their heads, but that was an issue for another day.

Right now, he had a princess to mess with.

“Fencing requires precision to hit. You can’t hit the person anywhere but in the chest with the point of the foil.” Astrea gripped her sword expertly, holding it aloft as she bent her knees. “If you hit outside of the chest, it doesn’t count. If you hit with any part of the sword that isn’t the tip, it doesn’t count. Once you receive a hit, you go back to the starting point for the next round.”

Damon sighed in frustration, fingers tightening around the handle of his foil. “I’m already falling asleep here, Princess. Let’s get this over with. How many times do I need to hit you to win?”

“Once.”

He raised an eyebrow, not bothering to hide the cocky grin. “Once? That’s it?”

“It’s only fair.” Astrea smiled at him, soft, sweet, with a hint of devilishness that made him want to ditch the training and remove every inch of clothing from her body, teasing her until he saw that expression again and again. “I’m the one with the experience here. If you hit me once, you win.”

Damon chuckled, glancing at Aya and Vexx who were standing on the sidelines watching. Ayame was grinning, violet eyes sparkling with excitement, clearly wanting to see a fight. Vexx, on the other hand, was leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, a feral grin on his face. Usually, Vexx couldn’t get under his skin but there was something about the way his eyes gleamed that made his skin itch.

Deciding instead to ignore Vexx completely, Damon stepped close enough to Astrea that she had to tilt her head to meet his gaze. His body blocked her from the view of the other two, and when he leaned forward, he could hear her breath stutter in her chest. “What do I get when I win?”

Astrea blinked in confusion. “What do you want?”

Curling a piece of her silver hair around his finger, Damon’s eyes ran along her body, pausing on the swell of her breasts before moving lower. She flushed, biting her lip and curling her hands into fists at her side, but he was surprised when she didn’t drop his gaze. “Princess, you don’t know half of the things I want. The real question is, what is it that you can give me?”

“If Astrea wins, you leave her alone.”

Damon resisted the urge to roll his eyes at Vexx’s growl. Someone was still the overprotective big brother. Even if he was interested in rolling around with Astrea, Damon at least hadn’t helped carry out the slaughter of her entire family. He glanced over his shoulder at the man in question, a mocking grin aimed in his direction. “What’s wrong, merman? Afraid of a little competition?”

Vexx scoffed, but he could see the flash of something in his stare. Genuine fear. He was afraid of losing Astrea, even after all he’d done.

“It doesn’t matter because Damon’s not going to win.” Astrea said with confidence. She was a bit smug with her words, as if she really did have a chance against him, but that didn’t compare to the dazzling smile on her lips or the glow of her skin as she stepped forward, flicking his chin affectionately. “Stop stalling.”

He couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his mouth. “I think you’re overconfident, Princess.”

She raised an eyebrow, looking adorably smug as she stared up at him. “Funny. I was thinking the same thing about you.”

“Oh shut up and get on with it.” Aya called out from where she watched.

Astrea met his eyes, mischief in their depths, and a smile on her face. Damon felt something stir in his chest, but he pushed it away, stepping back and lifting the stupid sword in his hand. “Care to beg for mercy, Astrea? I might go easy on you if you’re nice.”

Astrea tapped his foil with her own, the excitement on her face only making it thrum in his veins as well. “Ready?”

Using a snort as an attempt to distract her, he lunged, aiming the sword directly between her breasts. But she sidestepped him easily, quicker than he expected for sure, and the tip of her own sword poked him in the center of his chest, leaving a slight sting behind.

“Point.” She said, fighting as her lips twitched.

Damon slanted his gaze at her, suspicious of how easy she made that look. No way she could beat him for speed. “How?”

Astrea tapped him where she’d hit him, her touch warm against the thin t-shirt he wore. “I hit you here. So I win.”

Covering her hand with his own, he squeezed it gently, enjoying the blush that mingled with the bioluminescent glow of her skin. Sometimes, she made it too easy. “You haven’t won anything yet, sweetheart.”

“Oh, really?”

If they were alone, he’d whisper all the dirty things in his mind until she was putty in his hands. But as it was, Vexx was staring daggers into the back of his head, and he didn’t want to deal with his shit for the rest of the night. “I gave that one to you. Trying to get your guard down before I go in for the kill.”

Astrea laughed, light and airy, a sound that was as close to music as he’d ever heard. He’d never get enough of it. Her fingertips brushed against his chest and he swore he was about to burst into flames. “If you want to get my guard down, letting me kick your ass is one way to do it.”

She pulled away, but the feel of her cool skin lingered, and he had to flex his hand, trying to ignore the way his own skin tingled at the sudden absence of her touch.

“I’ll give you another chance. Or two.” She told him, voice dripping with honey as she stepped back, raising an expectant eyebrow. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Damon took a deep breath, heart thundering in his chest, his jaw tense despite the lopsided grin he threw her way. He was not nervous. “Let’s see what you’ve got, Princess.”

This time, when he struck out, Astrea swatted his blade away, fighting a grin when he growled in frustration. She didn’t bother trying to end the competition. She only kept dodging his attacks, at one point nearly knocking the entire sword out of his hand.

“What a surprise?” Vexx laughed from somewhere behind him. “Stabby can’t win a fair fight.”

“Fuck you, Serif.” Damon spat over his shoulder, his eyes never leaving the smug fucking grin on Astrea’s violet lips.

“I’ll pass, thanks.”

Aya snorted at the same time a bark of laughter left her mouth, mingling in a choked sound that only pissed him off further. “Astrea, put the poor guy out of his misery.”

Damon growled again, knowing that this was a waste of his time, this bullshit fight. It proved nothing and in the end, it would only make the night even more awful in the bunk room with Vexx. The idiot would never let him live this down. He already knew he was going to end up stabbing him at some point during the night.

Astrea at least had the audacity to look apologetic, extending a hand out in a truce that he was too proud to accept. He stared at her hand for a moment, weighing his options briefly until he decided to thrust the sword forward, intending to get a hit even if it was cheating. Before he realized it, he’d collided with the mat, the air expelling from his lungs violently. His vision darkened briefly, a pounding beginning where he’d hit his head against the ground.

Vexx’s laughter was the first thing he heard when he came to, the man nearly on the floor from the force of it, tears streaming down his face at Damon’s expense. “That. Was the best thing. I’ve ever seen.”

Damon blinked a few times, glancing up to see the little stowaway standing above him, eyes glaring at him with a fury he didn’t even realize she was capable of. Fuck.

“You tried to hit me.” She snapped, voice darkening as she kicked his sword away, not even breathless from how easily she swept his feet out from under him. “What the fuck, Damon?”

“I…” He reached up and rubbed the spot at the back of his head, wincing when a sharp pain was all he got in response. He had to admit, she looked beautiful standing there like some vengeful azure goddess, golden eyes burning him with exquisite fire. “I wasn’t going to hurt you.”

Astrea’s look of disbelief made his stomach twist with guilt. She still didn’t trust him… even after Cursa. After everything he’d done to try to protect her from what her stupid fucking best friend had become. But it wasn’t Vexx’s fault… none of it… not really. Because in her shoes, Damon wouldn’t trust his own intentions either. What the fuck was he thinking?

“I’d never hurt you.” He said, quietly so the other two wouldn’t hear him. Because while it was true, he didn’t want to hear the never ending teasing that would get him from the other idiots.

Astrea’s expression softened and she knelt beside him, brushing some of the hair out of his face. “Are you alright?”

“This was everything I wanted.” Vexx muttered, letting Aya help him stand again, chuckles still falling from his lips. “Thank you, Princess.”

Damon sat up, waiting for a wave of dizziness to pass before he locked eyes with the idiot across the room. “I’ll fucking kill you.”

“Worth it.” Vexx grinned, strolling closer to where Astrea was still kneeling beside Damon, fingers carding through his hair, checking for injuries to his head. Damon repressed a shiver at her touch, wishing they were anywhere else at that very moment. “Does Reznor need mouth to mouth, Princess?”

She rolled her eyes, smacking Vexx against the knee, standing up to retrieve the swords she’d abandoned. “You’re insufferable. Unfortunately for you, he’ll be fine. Now, be useful and help me.”

Vexx laughed, rolling his eyes, but he did as he was told, like a good little soldier. Damon glared at him as they walked away, pulling a mat between them to the opposite side of the room.

Damon stood slowly, still rubbing the back of his head tenderly when Ayame appeared next to him, a grin playing on her lips. He glared at her, but it didn’t have the same bite that it usually did. “What?”

“You can admit you like her.” Ayame said, trying not to laugh as he bent to pick up the second mat, lifting it between them. She was watching him like a hawk, or like Calderon would’ve, he could feel it, but he chose to purposely ignore her.

“I don’t like her.”

He didn’t, at least, not in the way that Aya thought. Sure, Astrea was easily one of the most beautiful women he’d ever laid eyes on, and yeah he wouldn’t mind taking her for a spin or two between the sheets. Hell, she’d enjoy herself and he would relish in pulling every noise he could from her lips. But that was as far as his flings went.

Not that he would actually do anything with the stowaway. Both Calderon and June would probably tear him limb from limb if he did.

“Yeah, like those weren’t stars in your eyes when she had you flat on your back.”

Damon scoffed, tossing his mat against the wall with more force than necessary. “Those stars were me trying to not pass out.”

Aya bumped her shoulder against his. “Sure. Whatever you say, Damon. You can lie to yourself, but please don’t lie to me.” She paused, another grin curling her mouth. “I’m too smart for that.”

Astrea’s laughs drew his gaze, watching as a subtle glow appeared across her skin as she pushed Vexx against his shoulder. Damon sighed, running a hand through his hair, replaying Alisa’s words in his head.

Fucking hell, they were right.

#my writing #andromeda six #a6 #a6 fanfic #a6 traveler #tilaari traveler #oc: astrea #damon reznor #astrea x damon #traveler x damon reznor #vexx serif #ayame ikeda

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