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naut. 🖤 @papernautilus.bsky.social · 13/06/2026

finally finished suffering through island sanctuary to acquire booty shorts

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naut. 🖤 @papernautilus.bsky.social · 11/06/2026

i'm back in the whump mines, this time with teenaged vegeta and frieza. (: #nautwrites

"I… have ever… served in your name…"

"What a nice thought that would be. But lest we forget, I've known you ten years now, Mr. Vegeta. Let's not lie to one another." The tail coiled tighter, bruising around his windpipe as it slowly constricted. Vegeta gagged, heaving spittle as his body spasmed horribly for breath. It felt like his lungs were collapsing in on themselves, empty bags desperately flapping around nothing. He'd have begged for help if there was anyone that might have listened.

The bridge darkened around him as he feebly struggled, Frieza's tail constricting tighter and tighter. Just when he felt on the verge of losing consciousness, Frieza dropped him to the floor and Vegeta heaved horribly for breath.

"You're lucky 920 possesses a considerable skyblue deposit. As it stands, it more than evens out your debt between my lost men."

Vegeta's voice scraped out of him. "Thank you for your mercy, Lord Freiza."

"Yes, I am quite merciful, aren't I?" Frieza smiled coolly.

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naut. 🖤 @papernautilus.bsky.social · 10/06/2026

also their disclaimer re the writing insights. (which makes sense given what they do!) itching to get messy in a doc just to see the writing journey stats go up. 🥰

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naut. 🖤 @papernautilus.bsky.social · 10/06/2026

FYI the writing time doesn't work for older drafts in ellipsus. overall the writing analysis is exactly what I'd want out of a beta-reader (or in a world in which there was AI assistance with writing that wasn't, you know.) this made me laugh (found in my vegebul heatfic)

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naut. 🖤 @papernautilus.bsky.social · 08/06/2026

this quote specifically left me reeling. book of the year

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naut. 🖤 @papernautilus.bsky.social · 16/05/2026

ajissa. 🌸 a namek saga #vegebul heatfic. 💦 12.7k; dubious consent; explicit. mating bites and knots and saiyan bullshit ahoy. 🪢 archiveofourown.org/works/84932651 #nautwrites

ajissa. by papernautilus
Fandoms:Dragon Ball
Explicit
No Archive Warnings Apply
F/M
Complete Work
16 May 2026
Tags
No Archive Warnings ApplyBulma/Vegeta (Dragon Ball)Vegeta (Dragon Ball)Bulma (Dragon Ball)Saiyan BiologyMating Cycles/In HeatMating BitesMating BondPregnancy KinkBreeding KinkNamek Saga (Dragon Ball)Virgin Vegeta (Dragon Ball)KnottingAlternate Universe - Canon DivergenceDubious ConsentBulma Briefs is Canonically FreakyScent KinkPOV AlternatingFuck Or Die
Summary
"You're not throwing as much of a fit about this as I figured you'd be."

"I'll scream."

"And who would hear you?" Vegeta menaced. "Your friends are miles away. Kakarot stuck in his tank. I could do whatever I wanted and no one would dream to come rescue you."

"And what, exactly," Bulma whispered, eyes dancing, "do you want with me?"

"I had another question," Bulma said quietly.

"Yes?" It was so strange to hear Vegeta whisper; his voice came out much softer than she expected. She was so used to the snarl in his voice, it sounded almost completely different at this level.

Bulma tried not to sound nervous. "What about your dick?"

"What about it?"

"Is it like… normal?"

"I don't know what your normal is." Vegeta sounded… calm, actually. It was kind of nice.

"No spikes? Or uh, tentacles? Or abnormally small? Or abnormally large?"

"Quiet, woman. You'll find out soon enough."

"But, what if—?"

Vegeta slid his hand up her thigh. "Only one way to find out unless you've finally found your senses. But it's too late now. I don't think I could let you go if I wanted to."

Bulma slammed on the gas. "Shut up and kiss me."

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naut. 🖤 @papernautilus.bsky.social · 06/05/2026

and then someone rolled a 99 :,)

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naut. 🖤 @papernautilus.bsky.social · 24/04/2026

this final fantasy shit is so forever huh (sticker courtesy of the wonderful @kawaiihome.bsky.social 💕)

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naut. 🖤 @papernautilus.bsky.social · 23/04/2026

I was joking this morning about shaving my entire body in case I meet g'raha tia but apparently I wasn't joking

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naut. 🖤 @papernautilus.bsky.social · 22/04/2026

my only hope for the trailer is that g'raha isn't eating food

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naut. 🖤 @papernautilus.bsky.social · 15/04/2026

I know a rolling tray when I see one

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naut. 🖤 @papernautilus.bsky.social · 13/04/2026

what's naut been up to, you might ask

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naut. 🖤 @papernautilus.bsky.social · 12/04/2026

bingo. also for the record I've been reading/writing fic since ffnet & most fandoms had their own niche websites. I've never touched wattpad 😭

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naut. 🖤 @papernautilus.bsky.social · 21/03/2026

🚬 punch-drunk: chapter two.🥊 old habits die hard. #vegebul no archive warnings; explicit; 9k. fictional cigarettes are hot and cool. i swear it's actually finished this time... archiveofourown.org/works/810338... #nautwrites

Chapter 2
Summary:
"Be nice," Bulma warns.

Vegeta gives her a feral grin with blood-stained teeth and a split, bruised lip. He leans back in the rolling chair, relaxing his grip on her wrist infinitesimally (still not enough for her to get away) as he tilts his head back with the unrivaled princely arrogance only Vegeta could summon.

"Or what, exactly?" he drawls; his other hand comes to the back of her knee, dragging a very slow, very torturous circle on her incredibly sensitive skin.

Holy shit.

takes place around the Cell Games. old habits die hard. accidental sequel to a supposed one-shot.

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naut. 🖤 @papernautilus.bsky.social · 11/03/2026

🛀 punch-drunk. 🪐 yet another three-year time-gap #vegebul fic. no archive warnings; explicit; 11k. archiveofourown.org/works/81033866 #nautwrites

punch-drunk. by papernautilus
Fandoms:Dragon Ball
Explicit
No Archive Warnings Apply
F/M
Complete Work
11 Mar 2026
Tags
No Archive Warnings ApplyBulma/Vegeta (Dragon Ball)Vegeta (Dragon Ball)Bulma (Dragon Ball)Three Year Gap (Dragon Ball)POV Vegeta (Dragon Ball)Virgin Vegeta (Dragon Ball)bubble bathsAngst and SmutInternalized MisogynyPregnancyRough SexNo beta we die like krillinVegeta is Bad at Feelings (Dragon Ball)
Summary
This entire planet, Vegeta decides, must be eliminated.

Earth is nothing but a honeytrap full of distractions and unspoiled loveliness, capable of lulling even the most powerful of Saiyan warriors into a false sense of security, like Kakarot and his half-breed son.

It would not corrupt him; this he promised himself. He was only lying in wait.

or: yet another three year time gap fic.

Consequently, Vegeta chased down death fearlessly.

But he wasn't running solely on adrenaline anymore. These humans were easily cowed, and Mrs. Briefs brought him as much food as he could ask for, and the doctor and Bulma made whatever repairs and neccessary modifications to the ship as he requested. His strength quickly multiplied, muscles rippling with tested potential.

That is, until he finally caught up with death again.

It felt like the entire ship collapsed on his lungs. For seven days every breath he took felt like inhaling fiberglass. There was no escape in sleep. It did not matter how strong he was, his mind knew he was weak. In slumber he chased phantoms of his father, of Kakarot, of that strange boy.

But when he woke, Bulma was there.

He'd never recovered with the assistance of anyone else. The PTO would just throw him into a healing tank for a week or he'd lick his wounds by himself in his quarters. Recovery was a thing of solitude to be borne alone. He thought about shouting at her to leave, but he told himself it'd be faster if he just let her do whatever she wanted.

Bulma talked to him as she changed his bandages. "You're such an idiot," she'd mutter. "You're worse than Goku, and he's bad enough. You'd think you had a deathwish. Four hundred times' earth's gravity, my ass."

Her insults always gave him the nearly irrepressible urge to laugh, which was only an added cruelty in his current condition. "I'd almost think you're doing it on purpose," he accuses her. "Making me laugh like this."

Bulma flashes her wide blue eyes at him, feigning innocence. "Me? Try to hurt you?" she had the gall to looked shocked and wounded. "How could you possibly accuse me of such a thing!"

It was to be Vegeta's next painful lesson:

Bulma Briefs never played fair.

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naut. 🖤 @papernautilus.bsky.social · 09/03/2026

I often write snippets on my phone directly into a personal discord server (for some reason it feels easier & less scary than writing in a proper doc???) bonus points if you can guess the ship

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naut. 🖤 @papernautilus.bsky.social · 06/03/2026

no matter what fandom I crawl to I'll never escape ffxiv

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naut. 🖤 @papernautilus.bsky.social · 04/02/2026

"damn I needed this" and it's just gposing your wol

A screenshot from Final Fantasy XIV of a female Xaela.

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naut. 🖤 @papernautilus.bsky.social · 17/01/2026

i really appreciated the close approximation to my tattoos. picrew.me/en/image_mak...

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naut. 🖤 @papernautilus.bsky.social · 13/01/2026

me when people take shipping too seriously

screenshot of Phil Lester saying "What i was just saying is, can a ship not just be a fun thing you tell?"

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naut. 🖤 @papernautilus.bsky.social · 12/01/2026

🧸 cotton & formaldehyde. 🧵 T, 1.3k. a calyx/halmarut one-shot. archiveofourown.org/works/77576831 #nautwrites #7.4spoilers

Halmarut clutches his soft plush body close to her breast and it is the warmest Calyx has felt in centuries.

He is acutely aware that he lacks a sympathetic nervous system nor thermoreceptors to even feel such a thing. But as his soul possesses this absurd velvet-and-cotton form, his mind conjures explanations out of purgatory. He can feel the ground beneath his two stubby legs just as he can feel Halmarut nuzzle his worn velvet fur and breathe in his scent. She squeezes him tight against her ribcage, drawing her knees up to her chest as she dozes in the alleyway.

How different really were their bodies to one another? Halmarut treats her Auri body as if it were another set of clothes she'd donned for the occasion, but even she admits she was very fond of her jade scales. Unwittingly so was he, finding himself entranced in the way they caught the dim lanternlight.

He did not require a cardiac system to feel his heart skip a deathless beat when she smiled down at him.

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naut. 🖤 @papernautilus.bsky.social · 31/12/2025

I need someone to make the 2026 version of this but

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naut. 🖤 @papernautilus.bsky.social · 21/12/2025

big fat end of #ffxiv7.4spoilers but god has cursed me with another crackship. #nautwrites

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naut. 🖤 @papernautilus.bsky.social · 19/12/2025

tea emote so peak i had to make some chai irl

a screenshot from FFXIV of a female xaela holding a cup of tea in front of a christmas tree

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naut. 🖤 @papernautilus.bsky.social · 13/11/2025

finished pilgrims traverse for the caboy crumbs thanks to @che-che-cheo.bsky.social dragging my corpse across the finish line

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naut. 🖤 @papernautilus.bsky.social · 11/11/2025

a snippet from a reader/corbeau fic in which harmony decides to pay off urbain's debt with her body. (corbeau doesn't let her.) #nautwrites

Corbeau finally squatted down, the smoky miasma of his cologne engulfing you. "And what do you have," Corbeau whispered, "that can equal such a cost?"

You pressed your hands into the marble and met his gaze; you expected sadism, and instead found genuine curiosity. His expressions were always so at odds with his harsh inflection, and it unbalanced you as you stammered out, "M-My body."

Corbeau looked unimpressed, as if you'd offered nothing more than a café coupon. "And how many times have you used this particular method to get yourself out of unsavory situations?"

"I've never—" you swallowed, tried to find that bravery that allowed you to ascend to Rank E in the Z-A Royale. "I've never. With anyone," you clarified. "You would be the first."

Corbeau's eyes widened behind his glasses, and he couldn't hide the catch of his breath.

Now—now you truly had his entire attention.

He leaned back on his heels as he appraised you anew. "You would prostitute yourself?" Corbeau raised an eyebrow. "For him? For AZ? For a city you barely even know?"

"Better that than to be in debt to a wannabe mafioso," you couldn't help but snap.

Corbeau laughed; the sound was surprisingly soft. "Nothing can quench that fire in you, kid, can it?" He said with surprising fondness. Was this all amusing to him? Were you just another toy to be hung on his wall like so many fine paintings when he was finished with you? Humiliation rose to your cheeks with a sudden flush.

He caught your chin in his slender fingers, dragging your head up to meet his searching gaze. "You can't take this back, you know," he warned. "Think carefully. You're much too young to ruin your life. Trust me, I'd know."

"That didn't stop you from ruining Urbain's." Venom dripped from your tongue.

"He's a big kid. I need to know you're absolutely certain."

Corbeau was giving you an out, and you found yourself contemplating taking it. Exactly how much would you have to do? What would he ask you to do? You hadn't let yourself consider it until now as he cupped your chin in his chilly fingers. Your mind filled with pornographic images, each more vulgar than the last, and you are shocked to find only a strange heat filling your core.

Was this for Lumiose's sake, or your own?

You'd been asked time and time again by your competitors why you'd so recklessly thrown yourself into a bloodthirsty tourney. You'd mumbled some platitudes, but the truth of the matter was, it was for your sake alone that you persevered. For the seductive taste of victory in the back of your throat as another opponent fell to their knees before you.

"I know what I'm worth," you finally exhaled. "As long as it doesn't interfere with my duties to the hotel."

Corbeau smirked and stood; you felt strangely bereft of his touch. "Yes, that hotel. Strange that I've invested so much into its continued maintenance and never once stepped foot on its threshold. I'll have to pay them a visit—tonight."

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naut. 🖤 @papernautilus.bsky.social · 03/11/2025

gaston my love 🫶💕🥺 my grumpy bunny...

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naut. 🖤 @papernautilus.bsky.social · 22/10/2025

my husband made loaded baked potato soup today and i now understand this grebuloff on a spiritual level

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naut. 🖤 @papernautilus.bsky.social · 21/10/2025

i received my themis zine today and i am just agog at all the love and attention and detail that has gone into this packaging!!! you guys knocked it out of the park!!!! @ffxivthemiszine.bsky.social

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naut. 🖤 @papernautilus.bsky.social · 09/10/2025

biblically accurate #lilith.exe

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naut. 🖤 @papernautilus.bsky.social · 09/10/2025

i made one of those wol moodboards but you can look too. #lilith.exe

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naut. 🖤 @papernautilus.bsky.social · 08/10/2025

I fear I was not thinking about jesus when I was listening to this in middle school

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naut. 🖤 @papernautilus.bsky.social · 08/10/2025

a snippet written in reaction to the new exarch story. 💎🔨 #crystalexarch #nautwrites

He could not bring himself to drive the hammer down.

His breath rattled in his ears, hissing wetly on the exhale. He tightened his grip on the hammer; it was his off-hand, but it would have to do.

He could not feel the stone floor beneath his palm, only the intolerable seam between crystal and flesh, jagged crystal rending through muscle and fascia with every wrong move. Raha chokes on a sob, sweaty red strands falling into his eyes; he shoves them out of the way irritably with the back of his hand.

He hefts the hammer, aiming above his target. Bends his elbow back as he tests the weight. Swinging once. Twice. Always coming just shy of the crystal, glimmering faintly in the hearthlight.

It's a sculpture. It's not you. You cannot even feel it. He tries again to bend his fingers, to crook his thumb. There are no tendons nor nerves to convey the action. It isn't his arm anymore, he knows that. It's the Tower's cost.

Raha shoves the belt between his teeth, incisors biting into the leather as he swings the hammer down.

It clinks harmlessly against the sapphire. False start. That's alright. He has nothing but time to get this right.

$Three bedridden weeks wasted. Four sin eaters attacks he could not save them from. Twenty or more deaths. They were still digging the graves in the lilac hills. Saliva pools down his chin. He takes a long, shuddering breath, and drives the hammer once more. The hammer glances off one fractaled edge before spinning out of his hand, knocking over a stool as it spirals beneath the bed. Raha swears inarticulately through the belt. "Come on," he grunts, dragging the dumb, useless weight of his arm as he struggles to wedge himself beneath the bed. Staring at the cobwebs and moldering dust, Raha reconsiders his course. There were doubtless volumes in the Crystal Tower's libraries he hadn't accessed. There was no logic behind this choice. There was always another way. Crystal shreds through his flesh as he reaches for the hammer. He scrabbles out of the bed, staggering for a moment before collapsing against the wall, clutching the hammer as if it were the only thing left to him. His back slides down the wall, and he grimly presses the crystal arm down onto the stone floors. He couldn't sleep another night with this weight attached to him. He shoves the belt between his teeth, grinding down on his molars as he readies his arm again. He doesn't look at the crystal when he swings— instead he casts his gaze a little further. Told himself he would only drive the hammer into the stone floor. Raha's arm shatters in a profusion of crystal shards and viscera.$

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naut. 🖤 @papernautilus.bsky.social · 19/09/2025

in the back of my mind, it's always there. 🔪 please enjoy my piece for this wonderful and ❗️FREE❗️fanzine that explores the origins of the fabled dead pixel. #mouthwashing #nautwrites

“You are going to keep doing this until you get a reaction,” Curly retorts, “and I won’t give you the satisfaction. I know this game, Jimmy. I’m not playing it.”

“You could dock his pay,” Swansea grunts. “Insubordination. Hazing. I can think of a few good things to send to Corporate. And you’ve got two witnesses.” He inclines his mug to Anya, who suddenly finds herself the object of Jimmy’s scrutinizing glare.

“You’ll rat on me, then?” he snorts. “Just like that?”

Curly snaps, “None of this is going to Corporate—”

Jimmy stands; several hexagonal pieces cartwheel off the table and land on the scrubby carpet. “So you are too chickenshit after all to take command of your co-pilot—”

She’d always thought it would be Jimmy who would resort to violence first; it seemed a fluent enough language to him. Perhaps Swansea, who already had somewhat cauliflowered ears from a lifetime ago of beatings, yellowing sclera suggesting long-term liver disease. He’d been frank about his sobriety, flicking his Alcoholics Anonymous coins onto her desk for her perusal. It is one of the things she admired most about the Chief of Engineering.

But everyone has their limits.

She never thought she’d see Curly reach his first.

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naut. 🖤 @papernautilus.bsky.social · 16/09/2025

little wife.👰 explicit; 4.8k. thorn & ophelia must fulfill their conjugal duties. a #LaPasseMiroir pwp oneshot. #nautwrites archiveofourown.org/works/70938246

https://archiveofourown.org/works/70938246

Standing before him, something seemed to thaw within her; his wife sighs, crossing her arms. "How... how do you mean to fool the courts into thinking we've fulfilled our conjugal duties?"

Thorn shrugs. "Muss the sheets. Apply some blood."

Ophelia's pale cheeks color. "I will try to affect an aura of perfect contentment," she mutters. "This could all be so much easier if—"

Her face grows mottled; she leans over to his undrunk cup of tea and downs that too, as if it were liquid courage. "I know you've said that I owe you nothing," Ophelia says, her voice going shrill with bravery, "but we can afford no detractors to think anything of our union other than perfect truth."

And she sheds the greatcoat, baring her chemise to him. Her skin pebbles with gooseflesh, nipples peaking through the thin fabric. "We could—" she swallows hard. "We could at least try," she manages. "That is—if you are willing."

If he was willing? A cardiac event was happening inside Thorn's ribcage, so raucous was the pounding of his pulse. He clicks open his pocketwatch again, to avoid looking at her. His gaze still drifts down to her knees between his, flushed and mottled with bruises. "I thought you made your opinion of me and this marriage perfectly clear."

Ophelia sighs, her breath tickling his windchapped face. "And you have been very kind in coddling my feelings on the matter, but the fact remains, we and my family remain in danger if the court finds reason to discredit our union. Perhaps, for once, we need not conjure an elaborate ruse to do it." She takes her white-gloved hand to her mouth and nibbles on the seam of her glove, as she was wont to do. "And—perhaps I am—the littlest bit—curious."

As ever, she cast all his carefully laid plans into perfect disarray.

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