dulsejin

[dulsejin]

    i gotta do smth with curri and wakame eventually

[dulsejin]

👫 dulsejin

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@dulsejin

Despite him being having Saiyan blood, 22 was more or less insulted by his fashion sense. She constantly berates and bullies him about his outfits and hair and always tries to get Dulse to put on some god damn pants

“L-lewd..”

22 is the more rational, level-headed one. Whenever Dulse is having his air-headed moments, 22 usually brings him back to Earth. 

22 is almost comedically blunt. Whenever Dulse has an idea or an opinion, 22 would probably shoot it down or make a monotone sarcastic remark about it. 

Dulse sometimes asks Android 22 to Google something for him. She responds, “Use Bing, ingrate.”

*added: 22 will speak in binary just to confuse Dulse and mess with him when he’s being annoying

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gr4mma‌:

“Ah, the fellas with horns ain’t all bad.”

   He chuckles quietly, waving a hand with a ‘pshaw’ motion. He grips Dulse’s hand with a fierce vice of a grip–whether he realizes it or not, and issues a firm shake before letting go.

“Long as ya stay outta their turf where ya don’t belong, usually they’re pretty cool…”

   Usually, he shrugs to himself. He rubs a hand over the back of his head as he takes in the other’s unease, maybe a little confused as to what’s causing it. He takes a half step back, but tosses a look over his shoulder,

“Though, uh, If you don’t know where we are, and I don’t know where we are…”

   He wrings his lips in a bashful confusion.

“Uh… shit, where are we…?”

   And he chuckles some more, sort of defaulting to just–sitting back down in the grass, and he plants his hands behind him, leaning back on his arms.

“… Ah, well.”

   With a sigh, he–simply slides back, lays down.

“No use in futzin’ about it, huh? Unless you got somewhere to be?”

    ❛ Huh... Guess not... ❜

He muses thoughtfully. A part of him was beginning to envy this stranger’s carelessness, a part of him almost always overcome with the compulsion to clean up after other’s messes, always mindlessly feeling as if he had somewhere to be, even if that was almost never true.

-- But perhaps for once, he could let that go, eyes wandering, examining the area as he let his tail fall in relaxation behind him. This place felt relatively safe, and this Gramma dude probably packs a punch if something were to happen, right?     Based on his size alone, of course.

    ❛ So, the devils and whatever... Really not that bad? Something like that? Not sure if I really follow, Gramma. ❜

He plops down, legs criss-crossed.

    ❛ Ah, whatever, I’ve heard crazier things from Pinich. ❜

[dulsejin]

touch meme . send one to do to my muse .

001.   grab their hand .

002.   kiss their cheek .

003.   give massage .

004.   kiss hand .

005.   high five .

006.   cuddle .

007.   cry on . 

008.   shoulder hug .

009.   bear hug .

010.   kiss them .

011.   pinkie promise .

012.   piggy back ride . 

013.  give them food . 

014.   from behind hug . 

015.   fist bump .

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Send ‘Trick or Treat!  🎃’ to my inbox and I’ll give you a treat!

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[dulsejin]

So yeah, I’m reviving Android 22 with some new musings for her. So how about we start for a starter call. Like/Reblog for a Starter with Android 22!

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im sobbing what if dulse had.... freckles

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gr4mma‌:

   It takes him a second–he’s combing hands through his hair, working out a not in one of the ponytails, furrowed brows focused hard on it.

   …

   All things considered, it’s such a long time before he responds, it might almost seem like he’s ignoring the smaller–

   But then–it finally seems to register; not that he heard a voice, but that no one’s responded yet. And that usually means–?

   …

   He turns his head, throws a glance over his shoulder at the smaller. From his position of sitting down, he actually glances up.

“…

“Huh?

“You’re talkin’ to me–?”

   His eyes flick up to the aforementioned halo, and he–kinda chuckles now, giving his hair a final comb through with an awkward brush of his hand. He shuffles around more to face the other.

“Oh, uh, I dunno–You ain’t got one’a these, so…?

“Or, like–”

   He places both hands on his head, indexes pointed out, resembling horns.

“Y’know, so… I guess not?”

   And he pulls himself up with a grunt, dusts the grass from his legs and pats his hands together. With a roll back of his shoulders, he stands over in full stature now, a full head above the other, but tilts his chin down at him with a languid smile.

“Guess I’m, uh, li’l wandered away from home again, huh?“

   And offers a hand.

“Name’s Gramma. You?”

-- First comes a brush of relief, his body visibly settling as he confirms with himself, no, he is very much not dead. Thank god for that, God only knows Pinich would have killed him if he had found out he died.     Second, however, comes confusion, this entire would registering around him... How did he get here? Why was he here? Was he perhaps knocked out, was this some sort of strange dream? It almost felt too real.

A laugh.     ❛ Yeah, I’m talking to you, if that’s alright-- ❜

The size of this man was last to register blinking in surprise as he stands up, and compulsively, Dulse takes a step back. Not trying to be rude but... Perhaps this lug of a guy needed a bit more space. Holy crap.

On impulse, he laughs, baffled by every aspect of this existence, before pausing again, realizing how rude such a thing might seem.

    ❛ Dulse, yeah, I guess I’m sorta lost myself, or somethin’, truthfully, I’unno where I even am, ❜

He takes Gramma’s hand in a tight handshake, or at least attempts to. This man seemed kind enough, especially for a Saiyan. He gives a fanged grin.

    ❛ Hell, at least you don’t have horns. Then I’d ought to get out of here. ❜

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saiyanpinich‌:

“Dulse? You coming out already or what?”

    --Practically sprinting to catch up with the other outside, Dulse barely manages to halt himself from running right into Pinich, tipping on the edge of his feet in front of the other.

    ❛ What, were you gunna leave me behind if I didn’t get outside? Gimme a break. ❜

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@gr4mma

( The first thing Dulce noticed was the halo on top of the other’s head, his mind somehow managing to bypass this man’s hulking size, how intimidating he would be in any other given situation. )

( He tilts his head, yellow eyes wide. )

    ❛ .. Hey, am I dead? ❜

[dulsejin]

    i have no icons until i can get off my ass to draw, or otherwise commission or somehow manage to screenshot them, but here’s a starter call!

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    also ngl i was really worried about dulse being seen as ‘edgy’ bc of his hair and eyes, but then i remembered trunks also exists, and the fact that i’m not describing him as like, full-blooded, or albino, or related to any canon characters or anything like that. my dumb ass just really likes brench characters.

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    Honestly, I am tempted to say that Dulse was born within the ranks of the PTO aboard one of their fleets to Curri and Wakame, but Curri knew that the military would be neither a safe, nor a happy place for Dulse to grow up in, so when he was a very child, they had made their escape and had found their way towards Earth, where he would be raised alongside the Earthlings, being too young to ever remember being in space, and thus, ended up meeting and befriending Pinich at a young age.

[dulsejin]

-- what will you do?

prod him

prod him a lot