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abyssmare · 9 months

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Kazui Sexuality Analysis

For the past few months, i’ve convinced multiple people that Kazui Mukuhara is gay— and with the introduction of the Cat MV, I felt it’d be good to make a master list documenting exactly why the theory came across. Primarily to indoctrinate people. Sorry. Thank you @prisoner-000 for helping me with this! >_< ( Despite me initially being the one indoctrinating you lol! )

TW : Open talk discussing Suicide.

WARNING : Spoilers for Trial 2.

Welcome to the ride.

Also I forget Hinako canonically has a name so she’s referred to as “his wife” the whole time. Oops..

Let’s start with the First Trial Voice Drama: “Gouging in the Night” / “Another Night”.

With this being an introductory voice drama, it’s hard to necessarily gauge much of the depth regarding Kazui’s character, but we do get our first introductory to his heavily emphasized ‘lying’ aspect of his character. We also get multiple instances in which he identifies adults with being those that cannot act on their emotions, as Kazui did, because in doing so makes them ‘weak’. Es refers to Kazui as someone with a fake smile, that’s been “consciously crafted to show himself a certain way”, which can be common in those that have experiences having to mask their identity due to a rough home-life / lack of being understood by peers around them.

“What's so good about it? I don't like this.It's just a fake smile that you've consciously crafted to show yourself in a certain way. You're acting based on how you want others to see you - your face clearly shows that you're lying.”

“This is, this is.... You're pretty strict. * Laughs* it's not like I'm not scared at all, either. But I've got the responsibility that comes with being older, too - even in an abnormal situation like this, there's no way I could just let myself panic in front of the kids. Well, even if it's fake, adults need to keep up a smile... in order to not let you young ones down, you know.”

Having to keep up a ‘mask’/‘facade’ in order to keep those around him happy.

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“If you say that I'm lying.. You might just be right. Unfortunately, once you're an adult, you get very good at lying.”

“.. Adults, huh?”

Another brief mention of ‘lying’ being natural for adults.

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“I... see. It might be as you say. We just become more and more passive to avoid causing pain. Yeah... that's right. It's true that my lies killed her, and even now, I still haven't changed. No, that's not it - I can't change because I was already born this way. But... Don't talk big without even knowing a thing about my feelings, kid.”

“...Nice to meet you, Kazui Mukuhara, it feels like I've finally come face to face with you. Well met, I am Es, the prison guard of MILGRAM.”

“* Exhales, chuckles * Such a fashionable way of greeting, huh? Well, hopefully, you won't come to regret this. These kinds of relationships tend to bring pain with them.”

Despite his wife dying, he says he has not changed, despite all the guilt he supposedly holds for her suicide.

A vague remark regarding their relationship being inherently ‘painful’, despite it being shown that they seemed happy in their relationship. This is emphasized in the “Cat” MV, where you get a better glimpse at their personal relationship.

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“As you know, with this personality of mine... I have trouble talking to others about myself openly. I guess, despite physically being as big as I am, I've still got a cowardly side to myself.”

“I'm not interested in your self-deprecation.”

“There's something I'm thinking about now, with this situation... I... all of my sins and weaknesses that I've been hiding... I might have been subconciously waiting for for someone to forcibly uncover them all along.”

He has been “subconsciously waiting for someone to forcibly uncover them,” which implies a sense of relief when he is finally uncovered as a liar. He would not have to show face, or lie about himself.

This is common in gay people who cannot reveal their identity due to negative reception/social status. It is easier to hide than it is to reveal and be honest with those around you, though that relief would still exist.

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The “Half” MV.

the title for half could easily be showing a one-sided love— only one ‘half’ sharing that love.

“If only your heart would change, but that’s not possible.”

Here we begin with the first bits of implication, and strongly at that. The description of the video highlights a lyrical piece I believe is incredibly important— as I personally believe it’s him speaking to himself. He had no reason for his wife to have a change of heart, he is shaming himself here. He has openly stated he dislikes himself, so it’s not necessarily surprising.

“Laughing together, side by side, this distance in our relationship is misleading me. Is this what happiness is?”

Under the idea that Kazui seeked compassion and love in a relationship, as it’s hinted at in “Cat”, it’s likely around this time that he actually began to realize that he had struggled to be attracted to her beyond face value. What he lists is not inherently romantic, and in fact can be viewed as a lyric about a best friend whom viewed him as a lover.

“Where did I go wrong? Probably from the beginning,

Please tell me what I should do, feelings shrouded in lies will float away and disappear”

He’s beginning to understand that his feelings aren’t attraction to her, but built up on the ideal of what attraction should be. Kazui mentions that his parents would be disappointed in him now— and that begs the question, why? His life was generally exactly as you’d expect if not more from an adult man. He seemed to have a well-off job, a loving wife, and the only thing missing is a lack of kids. There was nothing there to disappoint them in the first place.

“I could try you, and I could touch you, but you probably wouldn’t notice

I understand that this love is out of bounds, so nothing has to change”

After these lines, likely referencing Kazui’s inability to grasp their relationship romantically, he is shown to stare up at his audience member self. I am under the belief that there are two Kazui’s: the one masking his sexuality, and the other painfully aware of it. The ‘actor’ (masking) one proceeds to gesture his head over for the audience member to proceed to the right— and this is where he sees it.

The “Forbidden Fruit” Motif

This will be referenced in both MV’s.

It’s hard to explain the origin of the “Forbidden Fruit” idea, but the generalized concensus for the usage of this motif in media is the following :

As a metaphor outside of the Abrahamic religions, the phrase typically refers to any indulgence or pleasure that is considered illegal or immoral.

Kazui’s forbidden fruit motif is intense. The representation of it through a green apple is something he finds with distaste, stepping away from it and staring aghast.

“All this time till now has hurt me. The scales of my heart has decided to sway.”

Kazui is unhappy. He is admitting to that unhappiness, even being pictured in the MV as this is when he confessed to his wife.

“If continuing to hide is called unhappiness, not even one word will get to you.”

I’m not sure what to make of the second part, I believe to an extent this is her ‘denial’ of his feelings. A fear that this is happening, something that is truly real. Kazui openly states he’s unhappy, and she cannot fathom that. Reasonably so.

“I’m sure nothing will change and we’ll laugh together and call each other stupid names.

So many things I wish I hadn’t known, i’m just a coward.

Why is it questioning me now?”

Kazui wished to remain friends. And that broke her. That broke her enough to which she ended up committing suicide. He was oblivious, and let his emotional side get to him— this is why he insists on the fact he “failed when he prioritized his emotions.”

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The Birthday Art

For their birthdays in 2021, Milgram released art + merch with the characters, with flowers representative of aspects of their characters. Flower meaning plays a large role in this.

Kazui has a spiderwort on his vest. This can be representative of “wisdom” or “I respect you, but not in love”. Uh.. do I really have to hyper-analyze this?

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Second Trial Voice Drama : “ Imposter Boulevard “

FINALLY. Dead confirmation that the cheating theories are entirely false— which begs the question of ‘What the hell is going on with this man?’ … You know why we’re here.

In this voice drama, i’d argue he’s incredibly open about the fact there’s more to him than we initially believed. Thank you Onigiriico for the translations!

“That’s ridiculous. If you can save someone by telling a lie, that’s what you should do.”

“However… You killed someone with your lies, didn’t you?”

“… Ah… You forgave me, didn’t you? Aren’t you being especially strict towards me?”

He admits that lying in order to save someone is where his moral compass lies.

“Marriage is something that both partners want equally, isn’t it? It’s something you can’t do if only one person wants it. Deciding to treat it as a punishment all on your own… You’re making a mockery out of it.”

“I really am. Ah… She must have thought so as well. My wife, that is.”

“I’ve said this before: You’re a liar. Those lies have killed a person.”

No notes. You get it.

“I despise myself for lying, too. Being a liar, you see – it’s painful.”

“Heh. Then just–“

“So I’ve tried to change! I’ve tried to change. I have tried to stop lying to myself and others!”

“…”

“I’ve confided in others. I’ve tried to be myself! I’ve tried to just be the way I was born!”

“…Hey, Kazui–“

“It’s not my lies that killed her. She’s dead because I stopped lying to her! If I had just kept lying- She wouldn’t have died…!”

The implication that he has had to ‘confide’ in others, attempting to be himself rather than the masking he has done all his life.. and now here he is, in Milgram, reminded of his past. Hauntingly, almost.

“All the lies I’ve told are tying me down. Ever since I was little, I’ve never truly opened myself to anyone. But in the end, people can’t be saved if they don’t [open up]. And by now, it’s gotten to a point where I can’t do it by myself anymore…”

( machinery whirrs, bell rings )

“I did think Milgram would be able to force its way past that, though.”

He’s hidden he was gay since he was a child, but he knows the Milgram Prison of all things can dig into his memory and force him to confess.

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The “Cat” MV.

With the active removal of the ‘cheating’ theory people centrically revolved towards, the introduction of the “Cat” MV was something i’ve been looking forward to for a while now due to the possibilities that it contained. And possibilities it showed, investing in the origin of the couple we’ve been following for so long. Two coworkers turned into a married couple, happily together with one ‘small’ issue. Kazui seems to recognize that his feelings for hers do not match what she wishes.. after they’re married.

“I just wanted to touch, to caress, i just wanted to be touched. So it’s wrong? Shove that!”

“If it’s for the sake of true love, who wouldn’t lis for that?”

Kazui is seeking attention. He views romantic relationships as capable of giving him that, and assumed that’s what the relationships entail. In doing so, he’s indirectly ‘using’ her for the romantic aspects he’s unaware he doesn’t reciprocate. He views this as the normality for relationships, assumably having not been in many before then.

“Love (plus) Destiny = Crap

Smash it, shatter it, bye-bye

That sticky-sweet sequence: Dinner + Camouflage + You-Know-What

Loving Affection (minus) Love

Victim and Perpetrator, let’s keep it simple”

A long collective of lines, but it’s perfectly representative of what I previously stated. Kazui cannot understand what is meant to be a romantic relationship. In discovering what he believes to be one, he lashes out, assuming that relationships are something that he deem more inconvenient than the exciting things that are talked about in stories.

This is where Kazui begins to realize he is not happy in his relationship, and it is not because of his wife. And of course, in response to this distress— not too long later in the video, the green apple returns.

The return of the “Forbidden Fruit”, a constant reminder that he is living a lie. I don’t believe this is directly meant to symbolize his homosexuality, but rather the aspects of it he is trying to ignore. He is hiding the things he knows will hurt her, even if it hurts him. As stated in one of the lines during this sequence:

“All the things I wanna do that I can’t say out loud, I gotta keep it inside and act.”

He has conformed to the idea of just being another actor playing his role in life. This will crumble soon. For both their sakes.

Quickly, the sequence shifts once again to Kazui’s inner dialogue.

“I can’t stop, I can’t be normal

This feeling, it can’t be gratified

This feeling, it yearns to be satisfied”

Kazui yearns for what he can’t have: a relationship where he shares the feelings his partner does. He yearns to love and be loved. He is an adult, far too late in his life ( in his eyes ) to do so. It’d be selfish to turn back now and begin a new life, but it’s just as painful to live a lie of loving someone he just is not capable of loving. This is why the sequence breaks so quickly.

He cannot confide in the smoking he is indulging in to cope, quickly taking the animal and taking a bite, representative of him tearing their marriage apart by his ‘confession’.

“I want to be loved, just like a cat”

And then his wife is shown to die, him bloodied from the animal and nothing but the facade left in the dust.

Kazui Mukuhara and Hinako Mukuhara were never meant to love. But in Kazui’s desperation, and Hinako’s love, they’ve created a lavender marriage(1) webbed in lies and deception— and the only way a love story like this ends is in tragedy.

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Interrogation Notables

Who do you respect?

“You wouldn’t know them, but I have a childhood friend. I really look up to them. Sorry for bringing up someone you have no clue about.”

Do note that this “childhood friend” he briefly mentions has had he/him pronouns in a few translations. It is also notable that he mentions said childhood friend owns a boat. And guys like boats idk im grasping for straws here as usual

Is your family proud of you?

“No. They must find me embarrassing.”

Logic or Emotion, which do you prioritize more?

“I’ve failed before when prioritizing emotions. I’ll never act on my feelings again.”

Do you like yourself?

“Well, not really.”

If the world were to end tomorrow, what would you do?

“Relax and go traveling, I guess. That childhood friend I talked about before has a boat.”

Do you regret your “murder”?

“I do regret it. I should’ve continued to just pile up my lies.”

Do you want to be forgiven?

“I don’t know. I do think I want my weakness to be accepted, if I were to be honest.”

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Extra Speculation/Key Notes

The René Magritte painting comparison is something that’s notably been pointed out since Cat’s release, being that one of the shots mimics a painting of René Magritte’s very closely— though, one would mark it as coincidence, the comparison and meaning behind the piece actually makes it appear intentional.

The meaning behind the painting ‘The Son of the Man’, or in Margritte’s words, is “Everything we see hides something else. We always want to see what is hidden with what we see but this is not possible. Humans hide their secrets very well.” This is clearly intentional, given Kazui’s open inability to just confess to his ‘lying’ himself- entrusting on Milgram to open up his mind and make him confess to something he has hidden ‘since he was young’.

The “bartender”, or as the fandom has dubbed him “Kazui’s gay lover”, is a very popular outsider character to Milgram due to his seemingly close connection to Kazui. He is shown in both the “Half” and “Cat” as a sort of friend to him— a connection to the bar he is familiar with, and even resorts to in rough times. In the “Half” MV he is notably missing a wedding ring, whilst at the “Cat” wedding he is wearing one.

Many people theorize that Kazui recognized he had feelings for this man, and that was his way of recognizing that he was gay, whilst the feelings were unreciprocated due to him being assumably married. In a shot in “Cat”, Kazui is seen staring into a glass, although it’s unknown where or whom he is speaking to. A line says the following:

“Hey, so what if I said I like-liked you, what would you do?”

This is post-wedding, clearly thanks to Kazui’s scuffed appearance. But that is in no-way you would speak to your wife, is it not? It is easy to assume that he is speaking to the bartender in this instance.

DO NOTE : It is possible the bartender is not featured in the “Cat” MV, and it happens to be a design incredibly similar. He was in the center of the shot though, and that’d be an insane coincidence IMO.

@prisoner-000 : “ The roles he takes on in the play (Soldier, office worker, host) are anchored in masculinity, at least in their societal perceptions. His actor costume is supposed to represent his status as an actor even more clearly. (There seems to be a recurring motif of him as an “actor”). “

@prisoner-000 : Portal interaction addition.

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I LOVE YOU KAZUI! 🫡🏳️‍🌈

I hope this does him justice..

I put a lot of effort into this, it would mean a lot if you interacted so more people could see. Thank you for reading!!

#milgram #kazui mukuhara #mukuhara kazui #very mixed on how i feel #but innocent imo #007 #i forgot his prison number

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breakfastteatime · 1 year

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Alrighty friends, here we go, Breakfast Tea's Battle Scars Review. Putting it under the cut because spoilers, and also my levels of spiciness are at maximum. Lots of swears ahead! I don't tend to write book reviews (hi, unpublished author over here) but, uh, this is for science!

For the record, I have NO IDEA how these tie-ins are commissioned. So, for example, I don’t know if the author came up with the plot and it was okayed, or if she was told “do something with A, B, C and D and make it a book” so I appreciate that she probably didn’t have as much freedom as a fic writer.

Also, yes, I did get to the point where I was skimming chunks of the book, so if I'm factually wrong, feel free to correct me, but know that it won't make me like the book any better because my issues are layered and numerous👍

Also also, this is pretty stream-of-consciousy so go with me, okay?

Finally, there’s *one* spoiler that I’m guessing will tie into the game re: Greez.

Okay, let’s GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Plot Summary (warning, I haven't done a good job summarising it hahahahahahahaaa)

The plot is - the crew go to break into a Haxion Brood base because reasons. While they're there they find a bunch of stormtroopers, one of whom is actually Fret, who wants to defect because she's sick of the Empire. Merrin is instantly attracted to her which, okay, sure, fine, to the point of becoming completely giddy around her. Also, Merrin's been struggling with her powers because of all her trauma from Dathomir (a very good a legit reason but, uh, didn't we do that with Cal in the game ANYWAY AHEM) but DON'T WORRY, SHE JUST NEEDS TO HAVE SEX WITH THE RIGHT PURPLE LADY BECAUSE SHE’S ANGRY AT THE EMPIRE TOO AND SEX WILL SOLVE ALL OF MERRIN’S WOES AND LITERALLY ALLOWS HER TO ACCESS HER MAGICK AGAIN WOO! Oops, but I'm getting ahead of myself.

Fret then reveals she's not actually a stormtrooper but used that as a disguise to escape because don't you know it, she's got intel that will lead them to something called the Shroud, which will essentially make anyone who has it invisible. Think cloaking technology from Star Trek. That's the best comparison. So, if the rebels have this, they'll be able to undertake sneak attacks, but if the Empire has it, BAD NEWS. ANYWAY, the crew go to the person Fret’s working with who claims he’s anti-Empire too and he’ll use the Shroud for good and everyone agrees they’ll go get the schematics and bring them to him. Off they go and find said Shroud schematics after Merrin totally gets her powers back after receiving some sexual healing (no, really), only to discover the Shroud’s schematics aren’t written down but are instead secure in Fret's oops-not-dead lizard girlfriend Irei's head... and she's vaguely Force-sensitive because OF COURSE SHE FUCKING IS. Oh and the Fifth Brother is here too because he naturally wants the Shroud and zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

The Mantis crew are all totally at odds with each other because it turns out despite living and working together for years they’re all after totally different things but have never said anything until now, which would be interesting if Fret wasn't there being all self-insert OC. And anyway, don't worry, the crew gets over it. Oh, and Greez loses an arm protecting Cal and Cere from the Fifth Brother about halfway through.

Uuuuh what else….??? Oh! Right, Fret’s dealer dude. They realise he’s bad, they defeat him. Boom. Can’t be arsed to go into more detail than that (also I was totally falling asleep reading this part, my bad???).

Fret and her ex(?) get back together (kinda??), leave the Mantis after the whole Shroud thing and the Fifth Brother are dealt with, Merrin opts to not go with them and Fret’s like “Oh, yeah, I see what you have with Cal” and Merrin’s like “??? Cal’s like that with everyone.” Interpret that at your discretion.

OH OH OH and Cere totally goes off to find some Jedi circlet thing that is LITERALLY A VIDEOGAME ACCESSORY USED TO BOOST STATS which is (unintentionally??) hilarious but fuck that it’s so completely lost in the rest of it, as is a lot of Cere’s desire to create a legacy for the Jedi.

The Good!

Hooray for LGBTQ+ representation!

Fight scenes are good when the action is happening.

Cere's characterisation is okay???? Like out of all of them, she feels the most in character... kind of???????? I get her motivation, and it feels fairly close to what I think she's gonna be up to in the next game. But her decision to… wait… sorry, this was meant to be positive. ARGH! Alright, let’s move on…

I really like the concept that, since the end of the first game, they’ve all been on the run from the Empire and the Haxion Brood. Excellent concept! I’m guessing Survivor will give us more.

I also really like the concept that the crew all want different things.

SPOILER!!! Greez loses an arm. This scene was pretty good and believable – Greez wants to save Cal and Cere and he makes a terrible sacrifice to do so.

The Everything Else

👎 Wish that LGBTQ+ rep was in a better written book. I do read romance sometimes (or, more accurately, books in which romance occurs) and I am not opposed to instant attraction. But I like it to be a bit less fire-hose-of-HAWTNESS to the face. It basically feels that Merrin has a week-long relationship with someone in which sex solves all her problems??? There's a lot of stuff in this book about why Merrin can't go to her actual friends with this (she's a Nightsister, dammit, and no one can understand how she feels but Fret is angry like Merrin is, therefore instacrush, lust, sex and AAAAARGH), but wouldn’t it be much more narratively satisfying if the people who support her through her troubles are the ones she has long-term relationships with??? Near the end Cal does become this person to her but it feels a bit awkward. Almost like he’s stepping up because Fret left. 👎 Merrin’s struggles here, while absolutely understandable, feel like a rehash of Cal’s entire journey in the game… except Cal sorts his shit out one way, and Merrin shags her way to better mental health. I mean, get yours, Merrin, but it feels like an odd choice, because… 👎 Fret, Merrin's love interest, feels like such an author self-insert it actually made me uncomfortable. Lady, I don't wanna read your fantasies!!!

👎 The plot doesn’t have room to breathe because there’s too much going on. And while I’m here, the Shroud feels completely universe breaking because while the prototype they wind up making is a fake and becomes a bomb, the fact that Irei designed it to hide herself (she’s Force sensitive, remember??!?!?!) means it could potentially work and literally change the Star Wars universe... But Irei’s a total non-entity in the rest of canon sooooooooo this universe breaking macguffin is pointless, making the plot largely pointless??? Or did I miss something when I got to the skimming part? WHATEVER. The Shroud thing… Aaaah, I’ll get back to that later… 👎 There’s too much authorial voice masquerading as the characters. In other words, I didn’t hear the characters, I just heard the author coming through loud and clear. (and okay, yeah, every time I have a character suddenly be British makes me guilty of this too BUT I like to think it’s not as bad as this. HEY! LET ME HAVE MY DELUSIONS ALRIGHT?!). For example, Cal goes off on this whole *thing* about the Fifth Brother's hat, which doesn't feel like him at all. At no point in the game did he go off about Trilla’s helmet (which he compares the Fifth Brother’s hat to) or trade really petty insults. He has his whole bravado thing going on, but not “dude, your hat looks STOOPID.” Seriously, it’s about a page of him being uncharacteristically cocky and sassy (more on Cal’s characterisation later). This authorial voice tendency makes everyone feel the same, especially when you’ll read one thing in Cal’s POV, move onto Greez’s, and Greez will think the exact same thing. There’s very little differentiation in character voice. The banter is BAD. 👎I'm not saying JFO isn't funny because it has some lovely moments (“Wait, do you have feet?”), but they are light touches. This book's 'humour' is like having an anvil dropped on your head. This is the book where subtly came to die until the VERY end where there’s some nice moments with Cal and Merrin… except it’s ruined by Cal CONSTANTLY thinking about how he needs to protect his family… Which brings me onto… 👎 This book is so repetitive. If Cal referred to the others as 'Family' one more time, or someone else said they wanted to make a dent in the Empire’s hull, I'm not sure my e-reader would've survived. I actually counted btw – pg 77 of my ebook edition has the word family on it 7 times. SEVEN TIMES. The word crops up 39 times overall and once I noticed it, I couldn’t stop. The phrase ‘making a dent’ appears 9 times and again, once I noticed it, I couldn’t stop. Oh editor, where are you?

👎 It’s also inconsistent in its storytelling. For instance, there’s a moment where Merrin and Cere go off on a mission together and Merrin reflects on how well they always work together… and then later on she goes off with Fret and is like “It’s so nice to not be alone for a change!!!” And while this is probably in reference to how her and Cal tend to approach missions from different angles (literally – above and below), it’s one of those instances where something here needed editing – e.g. actually Merrin and Cere have never done a mission together, therefore that’s nice, and so when she goes off with Fret she can be like “wow, twice in one day! I could get used to this!” It’s shit like that made the whole thing so frustrating. 👎The structure is bad. Midway through an otherwise good action scene, the POV character will stop to think for so long they would have been killed. It really disrupts the flow of the battle. The pacing just screeches to a halt. It’s the same whenever the characters reminisce on the events of the game, but I’ll come back to that. Stick a pin in it! 👎 The book also does a several days later flashback that wrecks the pacing. We’re at this moment of tension – they’re about to break into a compound but oh no – the access codes from Merrin’s girlfriend don’t work because GASP she lied about abandoning the Empire! Cue tension! Cue drama! Cue… romance in a ‘several days earlier’ flashback. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH. Honestly, poor, poor Cal the first time he gets to use his own room again. Echoes EVERYWHERE. He’s gonna go as red as his hair every time he looks at Merrin and everyone’s gonna get the wrong idea. Sorry, what was my point? OH RIGHT! Pacing! Pacing BAD.

👎 BEEDEE WUN. Get. In. the. Fucking. Bin. 👎 Speaking of our beloved BD, he is here, but he's referred to as 'Cal's droid' or Cal is referred to as his master, which... no. Absofuckinglutely NO. At one point, Merrin (who presumably has known BD for 2-3 years at this point), thinks of BD as Cal’s ‘strange but cute little droid’. WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT?! They are friends. Best friends. Cere, when thinking of the crew, her family, states there are "four and a half people" on the crew. BD IS NOT HALF A PERSON, AND ALSO OH GOD THE HISTORICAL CONNOTATIONS OF THIS ARE SO BAD, HOW THE HELL DID AN EDITOR NOT PICK UP ON THIS?!?!?!?

👎Cal's characterisation is NOT good. He is so inconsistent outside of I MUST PROTECT MY FAMILY. MY FAMILY, THE CREW OF THE MANTIS, WHO ARE MY FAMILY. I WILL DIE TO PROTECT THEM, MY FAMILY, THE ONLY PEOPLE LEFT TO ME THAT I LOVE, THE MANTIS CREW. Which, for the record, works as a motivator for him, but not when it’s done with all the nuance of a sledgehammer to the knees. When Merrin's busy having sex in the engine room (you know, where Cal sleeps, the guy with psychometry), he is initially naive to the point of stupidity. “Oh golly gosh, Merrin’s sealed the door, I guess that means her powers are coming back!” He was on Bracca for 5 years. I think he knows what goes on behind closed doors. When he realises what's happened, he is both totally blasé (the Jedi don’t have relationships so he’s never thought about it), and also jealous in a way that can be interpreted in one of two ways, depending on your shipping leanings. He's either jealous because Merrin is HIS woman (oh, no, sorry, I mean GIRL. Fucking HATE it when adult women are called girl), or he's jealous because Fret is inserting herself into HIS FAMILY, THE CREW OF THE MANTIS, THE FAMILY HE WILL DIE FOR when she’s a lying liar who lies. He’s *so* petty he refers to Fret as a ‘gal’ which, again, UUUUUUUUUUUGH. Oh, and he's seen an echo revealing Fret to be a liar, but he's not going to disclose it to the others because he doesn’t want to hurt Merrin when she’s finally happy and able to use her magick again and yet Fret might be about to kill his family, the crew of the Mantis, the people Cal will literally die for. Because they’re his family. PICK A MOOD, CAL. Actually, wait, I’m not done with what’s been done to Cal…

His characterisation makes me want to weep. He gets annoyed with Cere for wanting to find a Jedi relic despite... the entire... first game... being... about... this... exact... thing????? I think the author was going for “well, Cere wants to create a legacy for the Jedi so their history is not lost to time!” whereas Cal wants to (say it with me!) ‘put a dent in the Empire’s hull’ which, okay, there’s an interesting contrast, but Cal is someone who is inherently linked with the past so why is *this* the conflict between these two? It’s not quite working for me, probably because it’s just not central enough to the plot. If *this* was what we dug into, it would probably work really well. Unfortunately, we’re not here for that.

Cal also says shit like “What’s the problem here, team?” like he’s in middle management.

👎 The book is set somewhere between the two games and is purposefully vague, which *would* work if these characters *felt* like they'd spent years together instead of the author telling us they have. Relationship-wise, it feels like we're maybe a couple of months out from the game because the book wastes so much of its word count going back over events from the game… which happened years ago at this point! My guess is it was written with people who hadn't played the game in mind, which again just makes the pacing suffer. Plus, we’ve got five people who’ve lived together for years (they’re a family, a crew, they love each other like family, they will DIE FOR EACH OTHER!!!!!!), and yet all of them see their mission differently. Y’all have been at this for YEARS but it’s only now that you realise you’re not united?! This would work if we were closer in time to the original game… but years down the line?! And again, this is a GREAT concept! SO much to work with there… except we’ve got sexy purple lady and lizard lady in the way of what could’ve been an amazing character exploration of CHARACTERS WE KNOW AND LOVE. STICK ANOTHER PIN IN IT!

👎 The author struggles to integrate game mechanics into a n ovel. BD-1 will just randomly hand Cal stims because hey, I guess that’s what he does in the game????????? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 👎 The author hasn’t heard of show, don’t tell. Stop bloody telling me that Cal loves his family and show me – give me a scene where they sit down for a meal together. Give me a scene where Cal sits with Greez after he’s injured. ANYTHING that shows me rather than smashes me over the head with one of the 39 uses of the word family.

👎 Cere really randomly refers to Cal as her Padawan when he’s busy getting his arse handed to him by the Fifth Brother. Cal’s honest, he knows he didn’t beat Trilla because he was stronger than her, but this is YEARS later. Has he not gotten stronger in that time? SIGH. Also, Cal might be mentored by her but he’s not strictly speaking her Padawan? Okay, now I’m just nitpicking… 👎 WAIT, ONE MORE! Cal refers to Master Tapal as Master Jaro. That just irritated me.

How I’d Rewrite It

So, let’s take the pin out and examine the lack of character exploration (except for Merrin who we do get to have a good look at in a weird way). The main issue I have with this book is Fret and Irei get in the way of what could have been a really good character-building piece for the five characters we know and love from the game.

So, wanna know how I’d write it? Simplify and FOCUS:

The Mantis crew are infiltrating a Haxion Brood base because they’ve gotten their hands on a precious Jedi relic that the Empire are also after. While there, Cal and the others find the relic but are attacked by the Brood and the Empire. A defector (Fret) finds them and says the Empire is using the Fifth Brother to hunt for the Shroud’s schematics and its inventor (Irei), who’s in hiding. Fret gives them the name and location of the broker who will pay the crew for retrieving the Shroud and Irei – a man linked to the Rebellion known as Luthen Rael. He’ll also give them Irei’s location. While trying to escape, Fret gets shot and killed by the Brood or the Empire or WHATEVER and the crew feel somewhat obligated to carry on with her mission because the Shroud is a double-edged sword. Cere’s hopes of starting her great Jedi legacy have to be put on hold, Merrin’s still worried about her powers because she’s lost and doesn’t know if she’s getting the vengeance she seeks, Greez thinks finally Cal’s going to stop going for bigger and bigger gambles, Cal’s excited to be doing something really important, and BD-1 is happy to see a new world and meet new people. Also, there’s no breaking into anywhere without him, and they need to move fast.

Great, we’ve got our ticking clock – get the Shroud before the Fifth Brother!

However, because the crew’s been run ragged due to being hunted by the Brood for so long, they’re starting to make mistakes and Cal’s taking bigger and bigger risks with little pay out, so the crew goes into the mission at odds with each other. After BD hacks his way into the systems and locates Irei, Merrin gets her to safety. Cal and Greez get hurt when they go up against the Fifth Brother because Cere, convinced she needs to try and save him from the dark side because he too was once a Jedi like Trilla, tries to save him and it backfires horribly. They all manage to escape and get to the Mantis, fall out because they all want different things. They take the time needed to figure that out and reunite, take Irei to Luthen (they get out just in time when the Fifth Brother comes back again), Cal and Merrin fight him off together because Merrin’s got her powers back because she has a purpose again (working for the Rebellion) and off they go to the next adventure.

Your subplots are essentially the same:

Cal wants to stick it to the Empire and help as many people as he can, while keeping his family safe, however he needs to understand that doing this randomly is essentially pointless (which… okay, I have issues with this too but if I go off on that you’re never getting the next chapter of the Big Fic. I’m working with what I got, friends!!!)

BD-1 is just happy to go wherever Cal goes so long as he gets to scan new stuff and slice new systems!

Cere wants to build and protect the Jedi’s legacy by gathering everything she can of their history. She *is* tiring of the seemingly hopeless battle against the Empire and *wants* to put down roots, and she *needs* to be honest with Cal about this (who, once he got over his “you can’t leave me, Cere!” initial reaction would be absolutely fine with this??? HEY, WORKING WITH WHAT I’VE GOT!)

Merrin wants to regain her powers, and she needs to come to terms with the terrible trauma she experienced, but she can do this not through what is ultimately a fling, but by being honest with Cal, Cere, Greez and BD and working through it with her family. You tie it into the plot by having them working for the Rebellion, which means Merrin finally feels a purpose because it’s through the rebels she sees that she’s not the only one who suffered great loss and, like them, she can do something about it. And hey, maybe she hooks up with Irei in a much subtler and less SEXUAL HEAAAAAAAAAAAALING way because she wants to.

Greez wants to stick with his family, but he needs to be honest with Cal and say if they’re going to keep doing this whole kicking it to the Brood and the Empire, they’ve got to be smarter about it.

Basically, by cutting out all the OC bullshit, you focus on the crew we all know and love from Fallen Order without some rando OC being there to FLY THE MANTIS. Get the FUCK out of there! If I didn’t think Fret was a self-insert before, her getting to fly the Mantis sealed it for me.

There is a GOOD CONCEPT buried in the depths of this book. It’s just, y’know, not to my taste.

Alright, I think that does it for now. PHEW! That feels better ^_^

#battle scars spoilers #the spice must flow

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morewittepain · 5 hours

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Im not sure if im doing this right but here it goes

If it isnt a problem can you do velvette x carmilla carmine? I think their relationship would start something like "ho god i actuallly have feeling for her"

velvette x carmilla | general headcanons

A/N: um, absolutely?!?!!! i will take any excuse to write about my wife carmilla, and i've been dying to do something with one of the vees for awhile. thank you anon!! for now these are just general hcs because ya boi is eepy and has to work closing shift tomorrow 😔 but hopefully i'll whip up an actual fic with them someday!!

Warnings: eh... just a lot of sexual tension

Okay, so obviously none of this is wanted, much less planned. Like Anon said, their dynamic is very "GOD DAMNIT I LIKE HER DON'T I??" for... too long.

I'm going to go out on a limb and say that Vel 100% falls first. It takes her a pathetically long time to realize the reason she constantly has such an unquenchable urge to antagonize Carmilla or why she gets so unbelievably frustrated when she shuts her down. So for months, if not LONGER, she's just taking every opportunity to mess with her at overlord meetings.

Oops! Knocked your pen off the table!! And kicked your chair out from under you while you bent down to grab it!! Sucks to suck I guess!!

Oops!! Elbowed you while you were holding three cups of hot coffee!! Would be a shame if your pretty dress got stained, wouldn't it? :(

Vel is a menace and it's honestly shocking Carmilla hasn't snapped and murdered her in the middle of a meeting yet. Everyone assumes it's just because she doesn't want the other Vees after her, but there's just something strange about the look she flashes Vel every time she takes one of her stupid jokes too far. She's frustrated, sure, but she almost looks... curious? Amused?

And there's something even stranger about how quickly Carmilla can shut Velvette up with that very look. It's like when a mom starts to count to three. One glare and Velvette is SAT.

I think Val would notice first and he and Vox would tease her RELENTLESSLY (as if Vox isn't actively thirsting over Alastor's weirdo ass).

Val whistles flirtatiously every time they pass Carmilla and jokes around about hiring her. Vox kicks Velvette underneath the table every time they start bickering and has the smuggest look on his face when she looks up at him. I can never decide between polycule Vees or Vox/Val being Vel's annoying gay dads, but I think for this universe I'm gonna settle on the latter because it's so silly to imagine them teasing her like she's their middle school daughter having her first crush.

Carmilla doesn't talk about Velvette whatsoever. Not to her face, not to Zestial, not even when her daughters keep hounding her about why she lets the other girl keep getting away with annoying her so badly. When she does address it, it's usually some vague half-truth like "acknowledging her only gives her exactly what she wants, which is just attention." But like... that's obviously not all there is to it. Carmilla is just having a hard time rationalizing the fact that this annoying little creature is actually starting to get to her.

How does it happen, though, once everything comes to a boiling point? Good question. Honestly I feel like all it takes is a few good times of really pushing Carmilla's buttons to get her to snap. In Respectless, she didn't really seem to care about Vel's insults (except when they were directed towards Zestial) until she brought up the angel, so really all Vel has to do is figure out exactly what wounds to press and she's cooked.

Carmilla's daughters are obviously a very important thing for her, but not really something Vel cares enough to threaten, so I see her going the more teasing route. Carmilla does something semi-nice on instinct in front of her and every time Vel says something along the lines of "Aw, thanks mommy. Can I get a juice box to go with all this disgusting fluff, or are you going to lecture me about rotting my teeth out?"

Now THAT gets under her skin, and she can only hear it so much before she's letting her temper get ahold of her. And this totally isn't just my lesbian ass yearning on main (yes it is) but imagine Vel mouthing off like that while they're the last to leave the meeting room and Carmilla just full on slings her against the wall. Yeah. Hot, right? Because Velvette surely thinks so.

Her eyes are wide and she's fighting the blush she can already feel coming on, but Velvette still can't shut her mouth.

"Well if you're going to pin me down at least have the decency to choke me first."

Carmilla wrapping her claws around her throat: "Better?"

Yeah, like I said before. Velvette is cooked. So the taunting is quickly turned into something else. I'm gonna call it ✨ enemies with benefits ✨ because there's no way things aren't getting steamy from there teehee.

I don't think "dating" is a word either of them would ever really use, but I do think after a while of whatever they have going on being solely tension-driven, they'd start to soften up a little. Carmilla may be in Hell, but she's very family oriented and doesn't naturally gravitate towards the more toxic/steamy side of relationships, so keeping up the whole hate fucking thing would start to get exhausting.

It starts slow enough. The teasing softens into something less malicious pranks and more shameless flirting. They may not fully spend the night much, but they start to stick around at least a little while longer each time after things wrap up. They're definitely not the type for long walks on the beach, but they're learning to trust each other enough to coexist.

Now, for general relationship dynamic headcanons:

Contrary to Carmilla being older and, you know, an actual mother, Vel is 100% the sugar mommy in their relationship. Carmilla offhandedly mentions liking a necklace she saw in a store window? It's mysteriously turning up at her door. Vel also replaces almost her entire wardrobe with hand tailored fashion she thinks would suit her and always has a little treat when she visits (even though when delivering said little treat she's completely 😐-faced, but she means well I swear. It's the RBF!!) Carmilla could buy the entire Vees building three times with the amount of diamonds Vel has given her.

Gift giving is both of their love languages, although instead of buying things, Carmilla makes them herself. She's an amazing cook and is always making sure Velvette has eaten. The moment she mentions even potentially skipping lunch suddenly there's a five star meal in front of her. I guess you could call that acts of service too.

I also see them going out on super super fancy dates. If Velvette is going to take her out, she's going all the way. They're wearing million dollar evening gowns, hair styled, full faces of makeup, limo, Michelin rated restaurants where the champagne alone is worth ten car payments. Not only is it nice to see her gf all dressed up, but Vel LOVES to show off. And what better to show off than the hot and dangerous overlord enemy you somehow still managed to bag despite being a little brat?

hope that wasn't too incoherent!! like i said, i work a closing shift tomorrow and i still have to stay up long enough to binge listen to the tortured poets department before the suspense kills me LMAO 😭

thanks for the request tho anon!! and don't forget my ask box is still open for anything hazbin hotel atm!! 💞 (canon x canon OR canon x reader!!)

#carmilla carmine #hazbin hotel velvette #carmilla x velvette #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel headcanons #hazbin hotel #hazbin #the vees #useless lesbians #fic request #requests open

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starlightshadowsworld · 10 months

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The idea of Casey being the one to pick up the pieces when Splinter dies.

It's Casey who sets off the crusher with nothing but a cold "oops."

He carries Splinters body when the rest are too mortified to touch it.

He's the one who steals flowers from the park and a florists, wracking his brain for ones the man once said we're signifsnt.

And not missing the suprised luck from Leo when he gets them right.

It's Casey who sits silent through the short funeral, pulls out tissues from nowhere and ends up sending them all back to the lair.

And than buries Splinter with a final goodbye.

Casey gets the van, sliding into the drivers seat.

April sits beside him, mumbling something about a farm house.

Her eyes are wide and she's rambling withouy realising it, Casey puts a hand on get her shoulder and mimes breathing in and out.

Which she does, she gives him some directions and he nods.

He gives her his hoodie, she's not cold but it's bigger on her and it was grounding when he needed both hands to drive.

She was out like a light before long.

Everyone else is silent, Casey just focused on the road and as he drives the rest fall asleep.

Their completly exhausted now the danger was gone.

Even if they were far from processing what had happened.

Casey settled into the drive, he doesn't allow the sigh that fills his whole his body until Raph starts snoring.

His father said many things, but if it was one true it was that Jones were survivors.

He would survive, just like he always had.

He fiddled with the radio, turning it low and followed the country roads.

Vaguely he recalled he had killed a man today.

Casey decided it didn't matter.

April had mentioned the farm house before, knew it was well looked after. Casey didn't expect it to have much food and made a note of the nearest shop.

They'd be living out tins and microwaved meals for a bit but they'd survive.

Casey gently carried them all inside, even if Mikey and April had latched onto him like a Koala and made putting them down harder.

He decided against putting them in the rooms, knowing they'd wake up panicked if they were alone.

So he settled on making a blanket fort in the living room.

He ignored the thought that was how he and his sis had slept after their mum died.

Dad had gotten drunk.

Their wasn't any booze in the farmhouse, he double checked.

The others had ended up in a snoring tangle of limbs and blankets.

Hope they like soup.

He dug out some stuff, humming a tune to himself.

If it was one his mum used to sing, he kept that to himself.

That and the way his hand was shaking.

Casey decided that didn't matter either.

The luxury for breaking down was 200 miles back.

The others were slowly getting up, no one spoke and Casey quietly served the soup before leaving them to eat.

No one noticed him leaving, too caught up with their own demons and greif.

He made his way outside, getting some feed for the chickens.

He sat down, not realising how long he stayed their till one pecked at his hand.

When dud the stars come out?

If Casey didn't know any better he'd say the Chicken was worried about him.

"Jones Survive... But not all or them."

His hands were shaking.

Casey stuffed them in his pockets before realising he wasn't wearing his hoodie.

And he was shivering.

The chicken clucked at him, settling in his lap and he rubbed her feathers.

"There gonna be okay, it'll hurt. I don't think it ever stops you know? Wonder who'll crack first... Not the funnest guessing game. I'm no shrink but being together helps."

The chicken clucked as if to ask if so, why was he outside alone.

"Being together helps when it's your family." Casey was many things but he knew he wasn't family.

At least he was a stray that never went way.

At most he was a friend.

But Casey Jones wasn't family.

Not where it counted.

It wasn't to say they didn't care about him or that he didn't care about them.

He would die for them... He would ki-...

The chicken nuzzled his shaking hands.

"I'm not... We're not....you know you are really nosey for a chicken."

The chicken clucked, like "not falling for that Jones" but stayed nuzzling Casey's shaking hands.

Casey smiled a little.

"Think you and I are gonna be good friends, Doc."

#casey jones 2012 #The Casey had to keep everyone afloat when his mum died and is doing it again #He thinks he's coping #He is not #Teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012 #Dr cluckingsworth #My dude #Best chicken

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kafus · 5 months

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heading east of hearthome, we do a little dex completion... i have to go back for duskull at nighttime lmao (i forgot to take a picture of the staravia registration screen oops)

they really were inexplicably vague about spiritomb and the odd keystone huh. i would go out of my way to grind getting spiritomb right now but honest to god i'm sleepy and don't wanna pull out my other DS so i'll do it later

also lavender town's less interesting cousin... SDFKFSD i'm sorry lost tower you're still cool though. i need to get defog before i can do whatever at the top (frankly it's been a while and i don't even remember what happens here so that'll be a fun surprise i guess. i just climbed up because i wanted the 10% wild golbat for the dex)

as for solaceon i got the seal case! and uh

i soft reset in front of this guy to get the 3 dive balls. why the fuck are dive balls so scarce in gen 4 btw. other than a single dive ball in platinum specifically on one route, this is the only way to get them, 3 a day from this task, and it's not even guaranteed that he gives you dive balls. of course you can use pal park to transfer them from gen 3 through hold items but like??? lmao you can't even get them in hgss at ALL without trading them in from DPPT. help

anyways i think i'm gonna fuck around and catch all the unown RIGHT now so i may not update for a bit LMAO

also shoutout to this kid on route 209. me too

#kiki was here #kiki.txt #kiki plays games #pt playthrough

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sytokun · 1 year

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Introducing my super cool RWBY rewrite that is definitely better than literally anything

Hey guys, this is my RWBY fanfiction universe. All ideas are mine, I just think... I dunno, RWBY kinda sucks so I'm making my own, better version. I'll call it... RWBY: Rescued or some other vaguely pretentious title, idk. Hey, John and Jane RWBYson! Thanks for subscribing to my project! Or anonymously stalking it? It's hard to tell sometimes.

Now I know I already introduced Team RWBY, and everyone loves them, I'm happy! I'm just gonna add a little dude here, no it's fine! He's like a side character, nothing more. Like an ally, Ruby's first friend, he leads the other team, it'll be really cool I promise. His name is Jaune btw, no, NO big deal. Just trust me on this. I'm the superior writer, remember?

...

Um... sorry guys. Over the weekend I just got a really big spark of inspiration, like... the Muses struck me from the heavens above. So I'm sorry, but... I'm going to make a quarter of the first Volume entirely focused on Jaune, the Volume that is crucially formative to the cast and entire series, which will cause a ripple effect so bad that a consistently large number of fans dislike him in my series 10 years later, but also find it hard to imagine the story without him at this point, like a lukewarm relationship you don't know how to feel about.

But it's fine! The show is still called RWBY and I plan to deliver on that, not like those hacks at Rooster Teeth stepping on Monty's vision. That's the rhetoric I'm supposed to use, right? To make you hate me? To make me into an easy strawman to hate and dismiss? GOT IT, just making sure, lol

I'm going to voice act as him too, btw. No big deal, I'm sure this won't affect my treatment of him whatsoever. Oh, but here's Neptune. He's voiced by the other dude writing this, and we're gonna write a love triangle between the characters we voice and Weiss, one of the main leads. That counts as a character arc for her, right? Right, glad you understand. Oh, Neptune? You actually liked him and wanted him around? What are you, fucking sexist? God. Make sure to tell your friends how cool my story is

Next, I'm going to have Pyrrha's entire screentime devoted around Jaune, and even after she dies, only Jaune is allowed to process his emotions regarding her death while Ren, an Asian dude, and Nora, another girl, prop him up. I'm also going to bring her death up every two years like 2-3 times to really milk that man pain. What does Ruby the main character feel about this? Oh don't worry, she'll talk about it with another character I'll add in. I'll even have her say Keep Moving Forward™ to really sell the audience's Ruby's pain and really stoke and stir your anguish. Her anguish. Moving on.

Eh, something feels off, there's not enough conflict... Let's have Cinder run Weiss through with a spear, for funsies ig, because I have this post-it note on my monitor saying Jaune's Semblance and this is the perfect moment. I'm also gonna give Jaune this whole ass emotional outburst, 1-on-1 fight and confrontation with Cinder since she killed Pyrrha and awakened all his angst.

Ruby? Uh... yeah, she can stand there I guess. I need to remind the goddamn audience that YES, I still remember silver eyes exist, gawd. I have to do it every few Volumes or I can sometimes forget the protagonist in my female-led story exists - man what a pain, I bet I'm gonna be pressured into creating an old lady to teach her or some shit in the Volume right after this one. Whatever, I'll have her disappear in 2 years, they'll never know she left. Anyway OOPS Emerald knocked Ruby out, thank god she's out of the way so I can squeeze in a shot of Cinder stepping on Jaune and really rub that pain in. God, Jaune really needed this, so glad I did that

Fuck it, Jaune kills Penny too. I dunno, it just feels right, y'know? Nah... I don't think Ruby or anyone is the right person for this, and I don't think we've really, one hundred percent explored just how deeply Jaune can angst over dead women; women who could have grown into full, complex people with rich arcs and relationships using all the screentime I parasitically extracted from them via sudden, unwarranted death. Penny, like, she really needs to fuckin' die for this. Her death is worth having to retread this same tired fucking emotional arc if it's for my boy, know what I'm sayin'? Good, glad you understand

Alright, it's the Volume finale. Team RWBY and Neo are falling into the next story arc. Great, people really wanted this - an entire Volume just focused on the title characters together. The fans have been on my ass asking for this since Volume fucking Four. It's alright, I GOT THIS. I FUCKING GOT THIS! It's simple! This is perfect. But... I mean, I shouldn't... but I really... SDGDSGDED FUCK IT, fuck you, Jaune falls in with them too

John and Jane RWBYson: "God, this is why I hate rewriters who think they can write a good story with RWBY. They love making white men the focus of their self insert fantasies while shoving female characters into the fridge and off to the side, all while using Monty's name to rile people into brainlessly supporting it. I hope they fucking disappear"

Wait. John. Jane. Did I say my RWBY fanfiction universe?

Oh. Oh god.

#rwby #rwde #rwby rewrite #jaune arc

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todayisafridaynight · 7 months

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THEY TURNED OUT AMAZING I'M JUST SAD TO HAVE MISSED OUT </3 I knew I'd miss a stream sooner or later but still... owwie... However, that meant I got to be pleasantly surprised (<- understatement) by the pose you chose for Jo CHRIST ☠️ Unbuttoning his shirt does pass for a Slut Moment when it comes to him though I can't lie...

And OBVIOUSLY. AS YOU CAN SEE. I love the Arakawa <33 the red background fucks soooo hard with the blood... definitely my new favorite screenshot as well... SO EXCITED to see Mellow Sawashiro and Sicko Arakawa... they saw us saying he was too wholesome to be menacing and this was their answer... hope you don't mind me using it as my icon btw I know you used to say in your about it was fine to do whatever with credit... but you don't anymore... so I'll get rid of it if you want, sorry for not asking in advance!

Anyway crying at this recreation of The Last Supper I can't claim to know the significance of any of it but Jo and Kiryu (Joryu... if you will...) look so fucking GOOFY not to mention ANY OF THE REST

fomo is real and it's out there.. can't attend EVERY stream- truly is funny that tihis instance i actually got stuff done LMAO oops. BUT there's always next time :) where hopefully ill finish something again <:) OH BUT YEAH LMAO i was going to be boring at first and just do a headshot but i wanted to try and explore the like. .2% more Not Clinically Depressed energy he was givin so... skank behavior 😔

IM GLAD YOU LIKED THE ARAKAWA THO i actually ended up redoing the lineart after stream... i was so particular bout how i wanted it to look and even now im still scratchin my chin on how i coulda done some things BUT IT'S COOL I'MA LEAVE IT. rgg found me talkin shit and wanted to retaliate with murderous arakawa but little did they know thats all i wanted !!!!!!! FOOLS. im so excited... finally got the chance to draw arakawa murderous after a year of wanting to do so..

OH AND OFC id be more than honored to let you use it as a pfp ♪(´▽｀) !! i coulda sworn i DID have that in my bio but i guess i deleted it by accident: time to add it again lol

the last supper recreation's SUUCH a cute pic, and even if kiryu's Presumably tellin sawashiro to cool it, it's nice seein jo in a Vaguely Casual setting for once (❁´◡`❁) he's not healing i think he's getting worse but for now i'll believe he's healing (❁´◡`❁)

#snap chats #i guess it HAS been five years. i cant call this game sawashiro's widow arc since It's Been Five Years #could never say he's over it but he's Probably managing it better. i think. maybe not better but the depressed prison cut's gone anyway..#i mean the fuckass behavior daigo had was barely a year after y3 alright how bad can sawashiro be after five years #watch lad8 prove me a dumbass LMAO THERE'S. THERE'S DIFFRENCES #~4 years versus ~4 decades.. reactions miiight be a bit different.. but my joke's gone on too long and has become too serious #im gonna go fix my bio now

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watching Leverage: ep 4

GOOD MORNING!

i actually meant to watch this episode last night but my sleepy brain said otherwise lol

Pre-game Thoughts:

also thank you everyone in the Leverage fandom who has given me such a warm welcome! y'all are so sweet and i feel like i'm being mothered by older cousins lol. i didn't expect this to gain a lot of ppl's attention, just a couple mutuals but hello!!! welcome to the show that y'all are vicariously watching through me or rewatching!

ok so turns out last episode we delved more into character backstory AND the overarching plot

Eliot was a farm-boy before getting becoming a bruiser, and i don't know why that is so funny to me (yes i do). my only question is when did he decide to go into that kind of business. was he an underground boxer or something? did he move to the city to "make a name for himself" but instead got into the mafia or something?

out of all the characters, this man is the one i want to know more about just because he never explains himself. oh, he recognized the fighting style of that mercenary? how sir??? oh you've been in this business for some time? how long sir????

this big insurance company is definitely the big bad. if they are the ones that our crew faces in the season's finale, i wouldn't be shocked. i would a little disappointed because these guys seem more like a s3 type of big bad that you build and build for some more seasons.

the actor who plays sterling is so familiar to me. i feel like i've seen him but he looked older than now. was he in spn? i think he was. i don't watch spn, but i've seen enough gifs to know the cast.

i've talked long enough, on with the show!

spoilers incoming lol

fluffy's reactions!

i haven't even clicked play yet WHY IS ALEC WEARING YELLOW??? LMAO HE LOOKS LIKE THE BANANA HAT GUY FROM CURIOUS GEORGE

THE CLERGY???? oh wait no this is about city council corruption. a little disappointed, but this concept is still interesting

the children trying so hard to compliment sophie about her play. i think parker was genuine tho and she deserves a gold star

nathan trying his best to compliment the play lol "a beautiful rendition!" he keeps it vague enough to ensure there's nothing bad well done

OH??? THE EX WIFE IS COMING IN??? DON'T WORRY SOPHIE EVERYTHING WILL BE OK

"what are you doing?" asks the priest suspiciously. "just....uh, moving God's plan along...faster." nice save there nathan

awwww he didn't need to ask them this time to help out

when i say sophie and nathan are in love, i mean it because do you see how soft they are for each other????

alec already with the presentation board about which corporation they're hitting next before nathan needs to ask him my heart! he's already narrowed it down and even knew just what to say, my little prepared computer nerd

ok i know alec's the guy who has more of the comedic lines but don't think i haven't been noticing that his aversions to certain places or people are little holes into his backstory (or maybe not and i'm looking into this too hard but who would i be if i didn't)

"i don't do gangs" that is a short little line but has a a lot of untapped backstory in it i can FEEL IT

very sweet of eliot to just figuratively drag alec with him to get info on the gang who beat up the priest

his son was baptised there T^T ok ok we hitting at nathan's backstory today got it

sophie picking up nathan's distress immediately NOBODY TOUCH ME

well whata you know, i guess it can be that easy to find the gang you're looking for

"how's this for answer" *shows gun* i'm so sorry i chuckled. that's so corny i'm sorry. i would get shot by that man if he did that because i would not stop laughing

YEAH THAT'S MY BOY ALEC SHOVE THAT BITCH

i forgot about the dislocated shoulder lmao

"do you mind?" OOP LITTLE DUDE'S IN DEEP SHIT WITH HIS GANG so the corp enlisted just a lackey from the gang and not the whole....interesting (also their mistake it seems)

ah this grant dude has a stick up his ass

ALEC'S FACE AT PARKER DEAD

ooooooh his publicist?

Tomas talking about his old neighborhood and then grant slamming on it NOOOOOO you hurt my boy

omfg he got yelled at by a nun they're ruthless i tell you

alec my boy "you're catholic and you want to fake a miracle?" i'm DEAD i'll have you know that good intentions are very important

eliot immediately on board with shooting the statue with a paintball gun after saying he thought the idea of the statue bleeding was dumb

AH sophie and nathan heart to heart T^T "you were the good guy...that's what made it fun" "i was...tempted" SEE THIS IS WHAT I MEANT BY DON'T TELL ME BUT ALSO TELL ME

she gonna wait for him T^T "but not for too long" LIES SOPHIE

OOOOOOH TOURIST TRAP

GRANT IS DOING WHAT I THINK HE'S DOING

NO I WAS JOKING ABOUT THE TOURIST TRAP

TOMAS'S FACE

THE VATICAN?????

i love fr. paul. he's so mad lmao

wow we really getting into it

tomas i love you, i'm so glad

FUCKING SHIT I WAS FOLLOWING THE CONGREGATION

"a reading of the Gospel according to Luke" me: "glory to you oh lord---SHIT"

see, this is why i keep my thoughts to myself with a priest because they will use in in their homilies.

WHAT A TWIST

TOMAS MY BOY

ok but saint nick is santa claus tho

he is also the patron saint of prostitutes

general thoughts:

i really thought this episode would center on the clergy and all of that, but that's a too big topic to even cover for one episode. not to mention that that issue covers more than the US and i don't think the leverage crew will go international with their heisting yet.

and this did a great job covering how a lot of poorer communities get screwed over by bigger corporations seeking to expand their commercial empire. ALSO how most of their issues comes with underfunded infrastructure that local governments ignore, giving those corporations such a "great" reason to state their case on why those buildings/neighborhoods should be torn down.

AND it even touched on how quickly things that should be considered marvels are so easily commercialized in this day and age. grant was so ready to turn that church into the next disneyland which 1) is sacrilegious and 2) is such a shallow view on miracles. but hey, that's what US brands have done with Christmas soooooooo it wouldn't be surprising to see someone try to do that with a crying statue.

we even get the discussion of intention vs action because THAT is a hot topic in the Catholic community. do the ends justify the means? do the means justify the ends? and while they kind of leave that question in the air for the audience to decide for themselves, it kind of ends with the episode leaning more on the intention's side. Father Paul broke his vow and revealed what he knew when Nathan confessed because he felt that it was the right thing to do (intention: do right by his church and conscience; action: break the vow of silence a priest makes for confessionals). Our band of thieves framed Grant in order to keep the church's integrity and save the neighborhood. Both acts are considered bad, but both were done with the intention to do good.

so yeah, it was a fun episode, my ot3 trio are going strong. and i can't wait for more!

#leverage #fluffy reacts #long post #i did get teary eyed when nathan lit a candle in memory of his son

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🎵 None.

Again, there is a sort of *constant low drone* here.

4 "Whatever it is, it's definitely real. Something odd is happening around us."

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant doesn't reply, but you can sense him tense up next to you.

4. Look up into the bell tower.

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) - The orderly rows of ceiling panels become barely visible, then disappear completely in the darkness of the tower overhead.

[Perception (Sight) - Challenging 12] Try to see beyond the shadows.

What if I don't *want* to know what's up there?

PERCEPTION (HEARING) - The silence, the darkness -- they've enveloped you, as in a cocoon. You cannot move anymore.

VOLITION [Easy: Success] - Relax. It'll be okay.

[Perception (Sight) - Challenging 12] Try to see beyond the shadows.

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Challenging: Failure] - Just darkness without end -- it makes your head spin.

What's the darkness like?

Try to make out something -- anything.

(Blink.)

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) - Filled with vague shapes of woodwork. The sense of a great height.

INLAND EMPIRE [Challenging: Success] - It's like you see your own face reflected back at you in the vanishing geometry -- a strange, alien image that's supposed to be you.

2. Try to make out something -- anything.

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) - There's nothing. You're dizzy and disoriented as you see dark and more dark -- rising...

KIM KITSURAGI - "Officer, what are you looking at?" He follows your gaze, attempting to see whatever it is that you are seeing.

3. (Blink.)

TIAGO - You see something hanging from the rafters, looking straight at you with dark eyes.

Maybe it's possible to... talk to it?

🎵 Church

TIAGO - Is that... a man? Looks more like part of the carpentry of the building came alive and is now studying you intently.

REACTION SPEED [Easy: Success] - The crab-man!

"Hey, who's there?"

"This is the police. Show yourself!"

Say nothing. Be quiet for now.

"Uhm... are you the crab-man?"

TIAGO - The man leans forward a little, fixing you with a steady, unreadable gaze, then speaks...

"Habitual alcohol use has made you into a scared little pussy, homes. But don't worry, everything's gonna be alright -- you've come to the right place."

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Medium: Success] - That accent is Villalobos -- a peninsula in Mesque *and* a district in Jamrock. There's a sizable contingent of Villalobos-speaking mesques in Revachol.

RHETORIC [Easy: Success] - Hold on, stop it right there. "Pussy"? What's with this?

"I'm not scared. I just don't understand why the female sexual organs have to be associated with weakness."

Hold your peace.

+1 Moralism

TIAGO - "You've really got a case of frayed nerves. *Pussy* in this usage comes from *pusillanimous*. Everybody knows that."

RHETORIC - Uhm.... oops?

TIAGO - "Chill out, man. Here you can receive the Mother's love, and, when you're ready, she will take your hand and lift you out of the despair at the bottom of the bottle."

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant whispers to you, quietly. "This man is obviously a habitual narcotics user. Do we really need to question him?"

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Easy: Success] - I'm put off by this religious stuff, he thinks -- and maybe the ceiling-climbing, too. It's all very hard to square with the lieutenant's own view of reality.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Easy: Success] - Hey and what was that about *the bottle* again? You haven't even drank that much lately! Lay off it already. Sheesh.

"Yeah, I guess I have a bit of a problem, and it's been getting out of hand lately, but..."

"I'm a police man. I need to talk to you about police things. I don't know anything about 'alcohol use.'"

"Oh, hell no!" [Run away.]

TIAGO - "Oh yeah, sure." His eyes remain fixed on yours. "You don't know anything about alcohol use. You've got it *all under control*, wey. I can smell the control all the way over here."

"I'm doing just fine, thank you!"

"Okay, fine, I'm struggling. But you don't need to lecture me -- I know what I need to do."

"You don't know me! You don't know what it's like! There's something... something white pursuing me! White and very sad..."

"This conversation is making me uncomfortable. Let's talk about something else."

TIAGO - "Not all of it. I was like you once. You don't know all the havoc *el vino* is wreaking on your mind and your spirit. Necesitas parar, homie."

KIM KITSURAGI - "You know, actually, since we're here -- you may want to pay attention to what the ceiling climber is saying."

VOLITION [Medium: Success]- If the lieutenant agrees, then maybe, just maybe -- you should pay attention?

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Medium: Success] - Look at these crazies. What is this, a fucking intervention?

HORRIFIC NECKTIE - Fuck you, crab-man, you don't tell us what to do. Tell him.

#disco elysium #kim kitsuragi #harrier du bois #tiago

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𑁍⋆ Eya - Ep. V ⋆𑁍

@sar-arts my beautiful ray of sunshine has made this commission for me! The vibes are off the charts, so I thought I'd give this as a visual for what reader sees across the dancefloor. You can find it on their blog here.

Rating: Explicit so explicit super explicit monsterfucking Wordcount: 11.2k (oops) Characters: Eya (Nautolan!OC), f!reader, Raia (by @cyarbika), vague mention of 501st troopers Warnings: Dom(ish)!Eya, sub(by)!f!reader, lotta foreplay/flirting, monsterfucking/alienfucking, tentacle porn i guess, nautolans have sensitive tendrils, oral (reader receiving), lots of nautolan biology headcanons, fingering, allusion to squirting, multiple orgasms, healthy communication before and during sex, lots of explicit consent, dirty talk, praise (both ways), ton of petnames for reader, body worship, aftercare.

A/N: Read the warnings carefully. I'm going all-out monsterfucker for this one, so if that's not for you, just leave it. There will be more SFW and probably more NSFW Eya content that does not go the whole mile, fret not! Thanks so much to @rowansparrow for beta'ing this for me, I really appreciate the input and the yelling in the comments, mwah! Raia is only a side character in this one, she belongs to @cyarbika, thanks so much for letting me borrow her again!

Eya Artwork ⋆ Eya’s Charactersheet ⋆ My Masterlist

!!! NSFW ⋆ 18+ ⋆ Minors DNI !!!

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The Way You Taste

One night at 79's 20 BBY

Your eyes drift across the crowd, not searching for anyone in particular. Why your friends would drag you to a clone bar, you cannot fathom - well, you can, sort of. For people interested in men, this place must be heaven. For you it’s… a nice conversation and a vaguely crestfallen look in dark eyes as each trooper slinks off when you turn them down. It is awkward hints and sitting alone at the bar while your friends are off dancing with their respective partners. The troopers are nice, but it is hard to ignore the disappointment in their eyes when they catch onto the fact that you are not interested, and that it’s not a matter of convincing you otherwise, but just a fact.

You have had some wonderful conversations, but most of the troopers are here for the obvious reason of picking someone up, and you do not blame them. That’s what bars are intended for - mostly. Right now though, you are sitting at the counter, stirring in your drink and letting your thoughts drift. Every once in a while, your gaze catches on the reflection of the dancers in the mirror behind the shelves, but you try not to stare too much. It’s literally their job to present themselves to the crowd, yes, but it still feels… weird. Intrusive, somehow, like they are not dancing for you but for someone else. It’s probably just your anxiety, but it does not exactly help to be sat here alone. Neither does the fact that one of the bouncers, a huge, tatted-up Nautolan, keeps staring over at you. Their looks make you feel even more out of place.

You order another drink, and the bartender, a pale Togruta lady with very pretty markings, smiles at you compassionately.

“Left alone by your friends for some handsome soldiers, huh?”

“I… yeah. Pretty much. Coming here wasn’t the original plan, but I would’ve felt like an arsehole saying no. We have been meaning to come here for forever and… anyways. Nobody’s fault that the main clientele isn’t- exactly my cup of tea.”

The bartender's eyebrows shoot up and you realise what you must have sounded like.

“Oh! I mean- fuck, sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. The troopers are doing an incredible service to the Republic and, you know, so far they’ve all been super nice to me. And they are handsome, of course they are! I’m just not into men, so…”

“Oh!” The Togruta laughs at your frantic explanation, showing her sharp teeth and nodding eagerly. “Ah yes, I suppose that limits your choices somewhat, doesn’t it… unless you want to go home with one of the dancers.”

“I… well. I don’t wanna be a creep, you know?” You shrug, accepting your new drink with a grateful nod. “Being nice and flirty is their job, and I just- I don’t wanna hit on them while they’re working.”

“That’s very sweet of you, love.” The bartender nods and smiles at you. “I’m Raia, by the way.”

You tell her your name, but before you can continue your conversation, Raia is called away to make another drink, leaving you alone once again.

You twist around in your seat, scanning the crowd. Your friends seem to be getting hot and heavy with the troopers of their choice, both clones clad in freshly scrubbed plastoid armour with blue detailing. You grin to yourself, then a shudder runs through your body when your eyes once again land on the Nautolan bouncer. You are fascinated by them - by their presence that you can feel from so far away, by their tattoos and, yes, by their bulging muscles. You wonder if they are really as tall as they seem from afar. When your eyes focus on their face, they are met by theirs and you flinch. They noticed you staring. The Nautolan bares their teeth at you, revealing glittering silver between their lips in the strobing lights of the club. Hastily, you look away. Did you do something wrong? Fuck-

“You alright, love?”

Raia looks at you with mild concern in her eyes. You bite your lip hesitantly. Feels weird to… rat that bouncer out like that. They are just doing their job.

“I uh. I feel awkward saying this but your bouncer- the… the Nautolan over there in the corner, I think they-”

“...they’ve taken a liking to you?” Raia grins, waggling her eyebrows, while your heart stumbles at her words.

“They- what?” You shake your head. “No, they just bared their teeth at me, I think I must’ve upset them in some w-”

“Oh- oh no! Oh shit, I’m sorry!” Raia giggles, tossing one lek over her shoulder. “I’m sorry for laughing, it’s just- that’s how they smile. Took them some practice to learn that, and they… they haven’t quite figured it out. I know the metal fangs are scary as fuck. Took me a while to get used to them as well.”

Metal… Oh. The glittering between their lips.

“Why do they have-”

Raia shrugs before you can even finish your question.

“Couldn’t tell you. But… why don’t you ask them yourself? Hi Eya!”

Your eyes go wide when you see a broad form step up to you in the mirror behind the bar, two mismatched eyes meeting yours through the reflection. Glittering teeth are bared once again and you shiver. This time it is not from fear of having done something wrong, though. Now that Raia has reassured you, an entirely different feeling floods your body as you take in the muscular silhouette that looks even stronger from up close. Your eyes linger on the colourful tattoos covering much of the Nautolan’s arms, and even one of their tendrils, before flicking back up to their eyes that are still fixed on you. A sudden excitement you did not expect floods you, a low heat that starts to simmer in your stomach when one muscular arm is placed on the countertop next to you as the Nautolan leans forward.

“Would you get me a pale ale, darlin’?”

The dark, raspy voice drips sweet temptation like melted chocolate and you suck in a breath, silently hoping they can’t hear you over the music. Your heart is thrumming in your ears, your cheeks warming up under their intense gaze that never leaves you. You open your mouth to answer, but the ale is already sliding across the counter.

“Thanks, darlin’.”

You can feel the heat in your cheeks turn from desire to embarrassment when you realise the pet name was not directed at you, but at Raia. Of course it was. They know each other, they work together. Why would the bouncer take notice of your lonely figure sitting at the bar except to pity you?

You take a deep stuttering breath and try to distract yourself by sipping your drink. The Nautolan doesn’t sit down, instead leans sideways against the bar as they look down at you. They are… imposing, to say the least, taller than anyone else in the bar, with thick, muscular arms and broad shoulders. Loose trousers, covering long legs that are no doubt corded with muscle, hang from their hips. You find your eyes drawn to the creases in the fabric as you suppress the urge to smooth the wrinkles. Surreptitiously, you glance at their large hand that envelops the beer bottle completely. Shiny black nails, thick silver rings, long fingers that look like they would wrap around your throat perfectly… You swallow thickly.

Those fucking hands- Stars, you should not be as turned on from simply looking at them as you are right now. Your eyes fixate on yet another silver sparkle and you raise an eyebrow. Metal spikes are implanted into the Nautolan’s knuckles, shimmering in the capricious lights. You wonder what would justify such body mods…

When you finally dare raise your eyes back up, your heart stumbles as your look is met with an intense stare - one of their eyes so dark you can’t make out a pupil, the other so pale it can’t possibly be real. Another augmentation perhaps?

You realise you have been staring at them, your jaw a little slack. You bite your lip, quickly snapping your mouth shut, and lower your eyes to the floor.

“I- fuck, sorry. I didn’t mean to stare, that was rude,” you apologise.

The Nauto’s response is a low chuckle that makes your blood run hotter.

“That’s okay. I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy being looked at the way you just looked at me.”

Hearing that dark chocolate voice directed at you nearly shuts down your brain and you struggle to find words. A lilac hand gently extends in your direction and, when you don’t shy back, is placed on your forearm. You find your voice again.

“I- sorry. I just… well, I thought I’d done something wrong when I first saw you looking at me, and now I- hm- you… You’re very beautiful.”

Fuck, did you just say that out loud?

A beat of silence follows your words, and you watch in fascination as the Nautolan’s tendrils curl in the air, the movement following an irregular pattern that almost looks like a dance. They sip their beer slowly. Their eyes never leave you, and they gurgle in amusement when you swallow and nearly choke on your own dry throat.

“I’m Kyreya,” they introduce themself, their teeth glittering at you once again. You swallow down the rising arousal in your belly to respond with your own name. Kyreya nods thoughtfully.

“You know… the same thing could be said about you,” they say then. You shake your head in confusion, not following their train of thought.

“That you’re very beautiful, I mean,” Kyreya explains hastily, sounding almost embarrassed.

“Oh, I- thank you.” You feel like your head is about to explode under their intense gaze. Kyreya blinks slowly, their tongue shooting out from between their lips before they go on, their words knocking any coherent thought from your brain.

“And you taste of desire.”

Oh. Your mouth hangs slightly open as your brain processes what they just said. Kyreya watches you intently, apparently waiting for your response, but you seem to have temporarily forgotten how to form words.

“Eya,” a voice scolds from the side, and your eyes finally break away from the Nautolan’s to find Raia standing behind the counter with an amused grin on her lips, watching the two of you.

“What? She does,” Kyreya defends themself, then pauses to turn back to you. “Was that inappropriate to say? I apologise, little one.”

Little one. Kriffing stars-

“I…” you trail off, not really sure how to respond to that. If it was anyone else, you might have said yes, but with Kyreya, it just feels like… they are saying what they are thinking, not necessarily with any lewd intention behind it. “Well- maybe to some people. I don’t… I can’t say I mind it.”

Kyreya gurgles happily, then smiles at you so broadly you get a full view of their metal-coated teeth. It shouldn’t look nearly as hot as it does.

“Good,” they mumble quietly. You shyly smile up at them, and lean a little closer. Eya finally takes a seat on one of the barstools, still towering over you. They prop up their head on their hand, and you try not to stare at the way their bicep bulges when they do. Somehow, they still notice, chuckling lowly at the way your breath stumbles when they flex again.

“I’m just teasing you, pretty girl.” They lean closer to whisper conspiratorially. “Like I said, I don’t mind being stared at when it’s like this, by someone as pretty as you.”

You sigh quietly when one of their fingers runs up the sensitive inside of your forearm, and Kyreya pulls back.

“Tell me if I’m making you uncomfortable, please. I’ve been told I can come across as very… forward. Intense, I think, was the word that was used. Just- yeah. If anything’s too much, please tell me.”

“Not too much,” you whisper, instead scooting closer into their space. Their presence is intoxicating, your skin on fire where they are touching you. Eya nods thoughtfully, placing their hand on your arm again, and you shiver. Their tendrils curl in the air when you do, and Eya cocks their head.

“Hmm. You taste good, little one.”

Their words go straight to your core, and Eya smirks, but does not comment on your reaction. Their eyes flick to the glass you are clutching in your hand, before they look back at you, leaning a bit closer.

“So… Alderaanian wine, huh? You ever been?”

You fall into conversation easily. Kyreya asks the right questions, and though they themself are not much of a talker, you find them to be an exceptionally attentive listener, chiming in with thoughtful comments as you talk about your life, your job, and, finally, about this night out that turned out so different than you had originally thought.

While you talk, they are constantly touching you, just lightly - a hand on your arm, your knee bumping against theirs, the light trace of their fingers on your inner wrist. It stokes the fire in your belly, the need to be touched more and elsewhere and MORE. Kyreya seems to feel this, their hands lingering longer the longer you talk, their face inching closer under the pretence of listening, their whole body leaning towards you. And you, whether intentional or not, are doing the same, so wrapped up in their presence and their attention that you don’t even notice the tendril that sneaks its way around your arm.

Your brain assumes it to be Eya’s other hand, and you don’t pay the sensation much attention until the far, rational corner of your mind registers that their other hand is still wrapped around their beer bottle, so they can’t be touching you, and-

“-oh,” you break off the sentence you just started, something about your family and why you moved to Coruscant in the first place.

“Hm?” Eya seems to be ripped from the same trance you have been in, their eyes flicking over to where you are staring, where their tendril curls lazily around your wrist and up your arm. Suddenly, the air seems to be so thick with tension it’s hard to breathe. Kyreya glides back, but your hand on their forearm stops them.

“Osik, I- shit… sorry, darlin’, I didn’t mean to-” they start to ramble, but trail off when you soothe them, your hand slipping up to cup their jaw.

“I don’t mind,” you whisper. “Just- you’re not… not doing anything to me, are you?”

“I- no, of course not! You’d feel it if I was,” Eya stumbles over their words, the explanation tumbling from their lips so hastily you can hardly make out what they are saying. “I- sorry. It’s not… not exactly voluntary. I can control them, if I focus really hard, but mostly they just… follow my feelings, go where it feels good. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be so-”

“It’s fine,” you interrupt them, smiling, and tracing your fingers along their jawline before you let your hand slip down, softly caressing the length of the tendril that wraps around your forearm. Eya shivers under your touch, but does not otherwise respond, so you reassure them once again.

“Really, I promise, it’s fine. I just hadn’t noticed- hadn’t realised, but I… it feels… nice.”

Eya’s brow rises, but they don’t say anything. Slowly, their tendril curls up your arm further, pressing slightly into your skin. You shudder at the sensation and lean closer, fixating them with burning eyes while your fingers stroke along their tendril.

“It feels really nice,” you murmur.

They start to smile, that baring of teeth you have become so used to so quickly. The tentacle curls a little tighter, and you can feel your heartbeat in your throat. Eya watches your every reaction with large eyes. You swallow thickly.

“Are you… are you doing that?”

“Right now? I’m… encouraging them to… explore you, yes,” they admit, tilting their head slightly. “Do you like it?”

“Do I like it? Stars- yes, I like it. I like it very much,” you manage, watching in fascination as a shorter tendril wraps around your wrist, resting right on your pulse point.

“Hmm, good,” Eya hums. “Because it feels really good for me too.”

“Yeah?” Your face is so close to theirs you can feel their warmth on your own skin, and it makes you shiver. You are nearly certain you will leave a puddle on the barstool when you get up, your panties completely soaked through and your legs a little shaky.

Eya leans in closer, the metal of their lip piercings cool against the shell of your ear.

“Yeah, darlin’,” they purr, their voice so low you can feel it vibrate in your core. “You taste delicious… and that’s only the desire on your skin. I bet your pussy is the sweetest thing in all the galaxy.”

Your fingernails dig into their skin as you choke on air trying to come up with a response, and they chuckle, leaning back slightly.

“Careful, little one. Plenty of time for that later.”

“Later?” Your mind is in a haze, you can barely follow a word they say, everything inside you consumed by the aching, fiery want to have more and preferably everywhere and now.

“Mhm, I gotta finish my shift,” Eya mumbles and pulls back, the regret audible in their voice. “Or did you forget I’m still working?”

“Fuck, I- yeah, actually I did forget,” you confess, laughing a little at yourself and shaking your head. “You’re just… Stars, you’re incredible. I haven’t felt like this… maybe ever.”

Their voice is liquid sin when they respond.

“Hmm, and I haven’t even really gotten started yet, sweet girl.”

Eya smiles at you, and slowly starts to unwrap their tendrils from around you. You shiver with every inch they recede.

“Actually,” a voice chimes in from beside you, and your head whips around. Raia is leaning against the counter, casually polishing a glass without even looking up. “Actually, your shift ended a half hour ago. Soket is already here.” She nods over to the corner where a tall, brooding Zabrak stands. Eya tenses for a second, then nods at Raia.

“Shit- sorry, darlin’. I… I got a little lost.”

Raia grins and shrugs.

“It happens… though with you, not all that often, love. So, you know, go get it.” She turns to you. “And you- you better treat them right. I’m sure you will be… well taken care of in return.”

“Raia!” Kyreya hisses while you’re still searching for words inside your overwhelmed brain.

“What?” Raia defends herself, chuckling and taking another glass in her hand that does not actually need polishing. “You two looked like you were about to do it right here on the damn bar top. If you hadn’t broken it up I would’ve thrown you out myself, which is ironic, considering you are supposed to be the bouncer here.”

Eya grumbles something to themself, but their eyes sparkle when they fixate on you.

“You ready to go, little one? Because I sure as hells am.”

“Yeah- fuck, give me one second, I’ll be right back, I gotta go tell my friends.”

Eya nods, and you run off to the dance floor, grabbing the first of your friends you can find and stuttering something about taking someone home with you.

They laugh and tease you, but mostly just nod along, throwing you kisses before turning back to the trooper they have been dancing with. His eyes twinkle when he winks at you, the tattoo on his temple rising with his brow. You giggle; it feels almost like he is congratulating you, and this entire situation is just so… absurd. You bow jokingly and kiss your friend’s cheek before sauntering back towards Eya, who is leaning against the bar casually.

Taking in their frame, you feel the anticipation in your belly rise again. Kriffing hells, they are just… so broad. And muscular. And pretty. You tell them as much when you hook your arm under theirs, and Eya chuckles, leaning down.

“And you, pretty girl… you’re so small. Bet you’d weigh barely more than a feather if I were to pick you up, press you against a wall…”

And just like that, the fire in your belly erupts, filling your limbs with a heated desire. You squeeze Eya’s hand, careful to avoid their metal knuckles, and practically drag them out the door with you. You raise your hand to flag down an airtaxi, but Eya just shakes their head and pulls you towards the back exit of 79’s, stopping right next to a sleek black speeder bike.

“Get on,” they say. “Sorry, I don’t exactly have any safety gear… Is it far to your place?”

“Not like a helmet would stop me from falling to my death anyways,” you joke dryly and shrug. “And no, not that far, ten minutes tops at this time of night.”

Eya’s eyes glide up and down your body, and you feel like you might as well already be naked.

“Good.” They stretch out the word like they are chewing it up and spitting it out. “Because I can’t wait to bury my face in your pretty pussy, princess.”

“Fucking- Stars, Eya,” you groan, hiding your face in your hands. Eya laughs, then picks you up and gently places you down on the speeder bike before getting on in front of you. You are too stunned by the ease with which they moved you to complain, and so you decide to simply wrap your hands around their midriff.

“Good girl,” you can hear them mumble, and you press your thighs closer to theirs.

Eya’s laugh vibrates through your entire body, along with the thrusters of the bike that has just come to life beneath you. You tell them the coordinates to your flat, and Eya types them into the nav as you chug towards the edge of the areaway, carefully dodging clones and other patrons in various stages of drunkenness.

“Hold on tight, little one!” Eya calls, and just as your arms wrap tighter around their waist, you drop over the edge. You think you scream, but only for a second, because then you have already found your lane.

“You alright?” The wind rips Eya’s words from their lips, but you know what they are asking before they say it. Instead of yelling back, you carefully tap the tendril that hangs closest by your side, slipping it around your hand. You can feel the way Eya breathes in sharply at the sensation, their stomach expanding underneath your other hand. Their reaction feels more like surprise than discomfort, but you want to check in if this is okay - you are not exactly well versed in Nauto culture. You hold out a thumb to them, pressing to their back as close as you can so they can see it, and they give you a little thumbs up back.

You close your eyes and relax into their broad frame, into the feeling of safety they give you… and into the rush of adrenaline that still makes your body thrum.

You can feel Kyreya shift in front of you, carefully rearranging your grip around them. Their tendril wraps tighter around your wrist when you press your tits against their back, your heartbeat hammering inside your head. You lose yourself in your fantasy, in the feeling of them against you, the rippling muscles beneath your hands, the broad back against your cheek.

The ride is simultaneously the longest and shortest time you have ever lived through. When Eya pulls up to your flat, you don’t know whether to be relieved that you are finally here or disappointed that it didn’t last longer. When Eya dismounts the bike and picks you up, their hands below your ass pushing you up until you wrap your legs around their waist, you decide you are definitely relieved. Yeah, definitely.

Eya’s mismatched eyes burn into yours, their lips only inches from yours as they press you closer to them.

“Can I kiss you, pretty girl?”

“Yes,” you say even before they have finished. “Yes- fuck–”

Their lips are on yours before you can breathe. You moan at the feeling, and Eya groans just as enthusiastically, stumbling back and spinning you around until your back is pressed up against the durasteel wall of your building. Your hands interlace behind their neck as you pull yourself up to kiss them deeper. Eya’s hands are all over you, hiking up your dress without a care in the world, moving across your bare skin. You are in too deep to care what anyone flying by might think, lost in the desire that their lips on yours ignite.

When their tongue slips between your lips, you open your mouth wider to let them in, and your last bit of self-control is out the window. A hand grabs your arms, pressing them to the wall above your head, both your wrists held in a single hand as Eya moans into your mouth.

Velvety-soft tendrils sneak around your shoulders, pressing into you, pulling you closer. Your skin tingles where you are connected, and you grind your hips against Kyreya. They groan into the kiss, and you smile.

“Fuck- osik, iviin’yc-” A note of impatience sneaks into their gravelly voice. “C’mon, princess- wanna taste you, but not here, you gotta- gotta unlock the door, come on, hurry up.”

They pull back to mumble quickened words into your neck before licking and sucking at the tender flesh.

“Shit,” you mumble, shivering, and tap at their hand that’s still holding you in place. “Let me down, baby.”

Kyreya reluctantly lets you slip down to the ground so you can step up to the door and complete the necessary bioscans. You stumble through the hallway dragging them behind you, into the lift, Eya plastered to your back, their hands all over you. You want to turn around and kiss them, but you have the sneaking suspicion that if you did, you would never make it to your flat.

When you finally, finally, get to your apartment door, a large hand wraps around your neck from behind as they press up against you. Eya doesn’t squeeze, just rests their hand there with gentle pressure as you unlock the door with shaky fingers and pull them inside with you.

When the door closes behind you, they are already on you again, their fingers buried in your hair, one hand hoisting you up, tendrils wrapping around your shoulders, your arms, your neck.

“Fuck, you like this,” Eya mumbles into your skin when you inhale sharply at the feeling of one tentacle stroking along your jawline before sneaking around your neck. “Can fuckin’ taste it- fuck, you’re so beautiful, just like this-”

“As much as I love your voice, fuckin’- shut up and kiss me,” you exhale. Eya just chuckles, their silver teeth glittering in the low light of your flat, before their mouth is on yours again. Strong hands squeeze whatever part of you they can reach, and you moan into the kiss. Eya makes a low sound in response, their tongue slipping between your lips, nudging against your own. The world moves all on its own when you close your eyes and let yourself get lost in the sensations - the feeling of long fingers wrapping around your thigh, sharp teeth bumping against your own, of Eya’s warm tongue sliding against yours and the sounds that escape both of you.

“Bedroom,” Eya mutters into your mouth, their lips never quite leaving yours.

“Yes,” you press out, “Gods, yes-”

Eya chuckles, breaking the kiss for just a second to grin at you, their tendrils unwrapping from around you. You have to fight not to let the disappointment show on your face, but you don’t want to touch the tentacles without Eya’s permission - maybe that’s rude in Nauto culture? It feels rude.

“I wasn’t asking if you wanted to take this to the bedroom, I think it was pretty clear that was where we were headed, no?” Kyreya clarifies. “I was asking where the bedroom was.”

“Oh.” Embarrassment makes heat creep into your cheeks. “I- sorry. Of course. Over there- oh!”

Even as you are nodding in the general direction of your bedroom, Eya carries you over, kicking the door open and throwing you onto the bed. You yelp in delight when you bounce on the mattress, only for Eya to crawl up and hover above you, their biceps bulging from the force needed to hold themself up.

“You doing alright, little one?”

The soft check-in makes your heart stumble.

“Y-yeah,” you mutter. “Yeah, I’m great- you okay too?”

“Of course, darlin’.” Eya leans closer, letting their teeth graze against the shell of your ear ever so lightly. You shiver when the warm air of their breath hits you. “Would be even better if I got to taste your pussy though… Will you let me?”

“Fuckin’- Stars, Eya!” The noise that escapes you at their filthy words is almost inhumane. They gurgle, and you have to laugh at the impatience in their voice when they respond.

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes- Stars, of course that’s a yes, whatever you want, baby,” you manage. Eya bares their teeth at you, pressing a kiss to your lips before they trail down and down, hastily tugging your dress up. You pull it over your head only for your lips to be met by theirs again.

“You’re stunning,” Eya whispers, their eyes trailing across your bare skin, catching on your pebbled nipples, on the thin material of your panties. “By Nephto, you’re fucking perfect, all pretty and soft and pliant for me. I wanna hear the sounds you make when you come on my tongue.”

You moan their name in response, arching your back, pressing your tits to their muscular chest, your fingers digging into massive shoulders.

“Claw at me all you want, babygirl.” Eya sounds amused. “You are getting what I give you, no more, no less. That sound good?”

“Whatever you want, just- please,” you whine, impatiently pushing at them, but Eya is solid as a rock against you.

“Please what? Use your words, I want to hear you say it.” Their tone makes you shiver, so much more commanding all of a sudden, and yet still laced with that same desire that clouds your head.

“Please, Eya baby, I want you to eat my pussy. Please.”

“Good girl,” Eya mutters. You tremble, and Eya blinks slowly at you.

“You like that, sweetheart? You wanna be my good girl tonight?”

“Yes!” You answer too quickly, but you are too excited to be embarrassed about it. Eya’s thumb strokes your cheek, and they nod.

“Hmm… good to know. Tell me what you like, pretty girl, I wanna hear it all.”

“Mkay Eya.”

Eya’s nose brushes against yours when they lean closer again.

“Good girl.” They sit up, thick thighs framing your hips. You watch as they carefully tug their top over their head, careful not to let it catch on their tendrils. When one does get caught, you can’t help it - you reach out and gently guide it free. Eya sucks in a sharp breath at the touch, and you quickly let go of the velvety skin.

“Sorry,” you mumble, annoyed by your own lack of knowledge about the etiquette of other species.

“Don’t apologise, it’s fine,” Eya answers in measured words. “You just… you surprised me. Feeling you so close to me is- it’s intoxicating. It feels really good.”

“Oh!” You beam up at them, stretching out your hand but waiting for their permission before placing it on the longest tendril that reaches down to your chest and curls around your breast. Eya gurgles when you gently run your fingers up and down the length.

“That a good noise?” you ask shyly, and they nod, their eyes falling closed when you wrap your fingers around them.

“Very good,” they breathe. You can feel them start to grind down against you, their hips meeting yours in a slow but steady rhythm, and you can’t help but arch your back further, trying to find more friction. Eya’s eyes snap open.

“Osik- sorry, got lost in the feeling.”They hesitate for a second. “You know, no one’s… no one has touched me like that for so long. Hadn’t realised how much I missed it.”

They bend down to kiss you, and you shiver when their tendrils stroke across your bare chest, catching on the hardness of your nipples.

“Thank you, sweet girl. If you want we can… return to that later. But I meant it when I said I wanted to taste your pretty pussy.”

You giggle and let go of their tendril as they climb off of you, kneeling between your legs instead. Long fingers tug at the waistband of your panties, and you lift your hips to aid them when Eya tugs them down your legs and throws them over their shoulder. Their tendrils curl in the air as you let your legs fall open, winding around each other, some stretching down until they can just barely touch your thighs.

“Mhm, you smell so good… smell of desire and want,” Eya sighs, positioning themself between your legs, their broad shoulders keeping your thighs spread wide. You should be embarrassed at how vulnerable you are, at their hungry stare that fixes on your wet pussy, but you can’t find it in you to care.

“Hook your legs over my shoulders, darlin’,” Eya instructs. You do as you are told, smiling at the mumbled Good girl that comes as your reward. You expect Kyreya to dive forward, but instead, they pause, staring up at you with heavy-lidded eyes.

“You ready, pretty girl? Promise me you’ll tell me if it gets too much.”

“Maker- how long do you plan to spend between my legs, baby?” You joke, then choke on air when Eya presses a kiss to the mound of your cunt.

“As long as you’ll let me,” Eya mumbles. “Wanna lose myself in your perfect pussy… Taste you, feel you, smell you. Make you feel good. Say you’ll let me.”

“Of course,” you whisper. “Of course, baby, why would I ever say no to you- oh- sweet Stars- fuck-”

Eya withdraws their tongue from your dripping pussy to fixate you with serious eyes.

“Keep your eyes on me, sweetheart. I want you to watch, alright?”

“Mhm,” you whimper. When their tongue slips out from between their lips again, you dig your heels into their back. Eya’s eyes don’t leave you when they lean forward and slowly, consciously, lick a long stripe through your dripping cunt. Your legs quiver, and you press your eyes shut only to snap them open again when you remember their instructions. Eya hums in response, and the vibrations against you make you shake.

Their hands wrap around your thighs, keeping you in place for them as they continue teasing. Their tongue never touches your clit, instead focusing everywhere else until you feel your pussy lips get swollen and puffy under their attentions.

At some point, Eya’s eyes slip shut as they lose themself in the taste and the feeling of you. You moan and whimper, begging and pleading for more. Eya does not stop what they are doing to respond to your sounds, nor do they change the movement of their tongue against you.

They just continue lapping at you with a quiet, burning passion that makes you moan and arch your back.

You raise your hand, slowly stretching it out, but stop just short of their head.

“Is it okay if I put my hands on your tendrils?” you ask softly.

“Mmhm, please, feel free,” Eya hums, then groans when you slide your hands across their skull, caressing the tendrils, careful to avoid any scar tissue.

They feel… strange. You have never felt anything quite like Eya’s tendrils, the texture and muscle composition so unfamiliar to you, but you don’t mind. In fact, you are mesmerised by the movement beneath your palm, and under any other circumstances you would ask all the questions that burn in your mind, but when Eya finally - finally - dips their tongue inside you, you forget everything you were thinking.

You throw your head back and arch into the sensation, chasing their tongue so it might slip deeper inside you. Eya chuckles, but obliges your silent plea, burying their face in your pussy and sinking their tongue inside you like you are the best thing they have ever tasted.

Stars swim in your vision, you cannot remember ever feeling this good- their nose bumps against your clit, and a shiver runs through your entire body.

The heat that has been simmering in your belly rises and rises, a warmth spreading through you as the pleasure just keeps building and building. Your fingers flex against Eya’s head, your hips lifting off the bed as you press your pussy into their face. Eya makes a low sound but does not otherwise respond, and you raise your head to look at them.

The image in front of your eyes is nearly enough to make you come - Eya staring back up at you from between your legs, their nails digging into the soft flesh of your inner thighs while their long tongue vanishes inside you. Two tendrils curl around your legs, joining what you assumed to be only fingers in keeping you still, the orange tips reaching towards your cunt.

Kyreya winks at you, their tongue never ceasing its movement. You moan and whine, you are right there, you can feel it- that tightening of muscles, that tension that makes you burn. You shudder, opening your mouth to warn them, but they beat you to it.

“Come for me, babygirl.”

The command is uttered in their rough voice as their eyes bear into yours. Your pussy pulses around Eya’s tongue, buried deep inside you, your fingers tightening their grip around their tendrils, and they moan into you.

“Be my good girl and come for me,” they repeat, their whisper so quiet you barely catch it, but the words are no less powerful because of it.

Everything in your belly tightens, and you feel Eya’s tendrils lifting under your hands as you arch your back, your legs shaking as your orgasm sweeps through you. Your breath stutters and you moan their name, fingers cramping until larger hands wrap around yours to gently guide them away.

Eya licks you through the orgasm, treading that delicate line between pleasure and overstimulation, until your bones go all melty and you can’t think anymore. You don’t know how long you lay there, lost in the sensation of their talented tongue, and their hands, and the all-consuming pleasure that burns through your veins.

Eventually, Kyreya pulls back, propping their face up on their hands to look up at you, a mischievous grin on their face.

It takes you a moment to realise that you do, in fact, occupy your own body. Your limbs are all tingly and your brain a little fuzzy as you try to sit up properly. Eya’s hands let go of yours to push you back down.

“Shh, no need to move, pretty girl. Stay… just like this. You look so pretty with your legs spread so wide for me, your little pussy dripping with my spit-”

“Stars, Eya,” you moan, giggling breathlessly. “You trying to make me cum again?”

There is a pause. You open your eyes again - you did not even notice them slipping shut, but when you look down, your eyes are met by Kyreya’s, blinking up at you.

“I mean… would you let me?”

“I- what?” Your brain is not working properly. Long fingers run up and down your sides, nails ghosting across your smooth skin, dancing over your hips, wrapping around your thighs.

“Would you let me make you come again?” Eya repeats. “I… if you let me, I would love nothing more.”

You sit up on your elbows to stare at them.

“Baby, you just made me cum. Really fucking hard, might I add.”

Kyreya’s fingers glide across your belly, up and down your thighs. Goosebumps erupt all over your body when they trace the curve of your waist with sharp nails, barely even touching you. They sigh.

“Yeah. And I’d like to do it again. And again. And again, if you’ll let me.” Eya fixates you with a serious expression on their face. “Darlin’, just listening to you cum- tasting the pleasure on your skin… that’s nearly enough to make me cum without being touched. I promise you, I’m having as much fun doing this as you are, uhh… getting done.”

You snort and they flash their teeth at you.

“What I’m saying is-”

“You don’t want me to return the favour?” you ask, cocking your head.

“No. Well, kinda. It’s not that I don’t want you to. It’s that I don’t need you to right now, and I’d much rather give you more pleasure. We can talk about… returning the favour, as you called it- we can talk about that later, if you want.” Their grin grows impossibly wider. “If you’re still able to talk by then, that is.”

You giggle and run your fingers down their temple. Eya nuzzles their face into the palm of your hand.

“Say you’ll let me, princess.”

You consider this rather selfless offer. Your legs are still warm and wobbly, and you think you can still feel your pulse in your pussy, but… if they are offering, who are you to say no to such a gift?

“Under one condition,” you say and hook your fingers under their jaw to tilt up their face.

“Oh, posing conditions now, are we?” Eya sounds more amused than anything, and you smile at them.

“Yes, we damn well are. Actually, two of them, to be exact.” You raise an eyebrow. “Should I not be able to… take care of you tonight- promise me I’ll get to at some later point? Because trust me, as good as you are - and Stars, baby, you are really good - but… as good as you are, I would very much like to taste you as well.”

Eya nods seriously, pressing their palm to yours.

“Whatever you wish, darlin’. If you’re offering…” Their eyes sparkle mischievously. “What’s the second condition?”

“Get up here and kiss me right now,” you say without hesitation.

Kyreya gurgles happily, hoisting their massive body up from between your thighs to crawl and hover over you, their legs bracketing yours. You can feel the soft material of their trousers pressing against your throbbing pussy when they lean down to kiss you.

Oh, that’s right.

They never even took off their trousers-

“Don’t you wanna take those off?” Your mouth seems to be working much faster than your brain, and you hastily bite your tongue. Maybe there’s a reason they haven’t.

“Oh, I would, sweet girl. I’m just… expecting it to be a distraction if I did. And I don’t want you distracted while I eat your pretty pussy.”

Oh.

“Ah,” you manage weakly. You have no idea what exactly they are talking about.

“You’ll see what I mean… later.” Eya nudges your nose with theirs. “Now- wasn’t there a reason you wanted me to come up here? Ah yes, I remember…”

You chuckle into the kiss, but when their tongue slips inside your mouth, your laughter quickly turns into a moan. Your taste lingers on their tongue, and Eya groans quietly into the kiss when you wrap your hand around their head to pull them even closer.

You are both breathless when you break apart, Eya’s tendrils curling happily in the air. Gently, you wrap your hand around the one closest to your face, letting your hand glide along the velvety-soft skin, and Eya shudders.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, princess,” they warn you, but you can hear the amusement in their voice - and the arousal. You let go of their tendril and raise your hands.

“‘m not doing anything.”

Eya chuckles as they position themself between your thighs again, big hands pulling at your hips until their hot breath fans over your cunt. You shiver.

“Keep your hands to yourself if you know what’s good for you,” they instruct you. “I know you like to… touch. But not this time, I want you to be good for me, you think you can do that? Keep your hands right where they are now, close your eyes… relax. You did so well for me earlier, I want this one to feel even better, yeah?”

You nod hastily, but Eya scolds you.

“Use your words, pretty girl. Wanna hear you say it.”

“Shit- yes, Eya. Promise. I’ll stay just like this, I’ll be good for you.”

“Mhm, good girl.” Their rough voice makes you shiver, and they gurgle quietly, one hand coming up to stroke a thumb across your pebbled nipple.

This time, there is no warning, no soft kisses. Their tongue slips inside you before you even notice their head dropping down, and you cry out. Automatically, your hands reach down to rest on their head, feel their movement, but you stop yourself just in time.

Eya hums into you, the vibrations making your legs twitch. You curl your fingers into the pillow, willing yourself to hold onto the fabric so you won’t reach for Eya again, and let yourself melt into the mattress.

Kyreya sighs and moans into you unabashedly, their strong fingers digging into the flesh of your thigh, prying your legs apart as they sink their tongue deeper inside you. Deeper and deeper, until you think you can feel them inside your belly. Their other hand stays right where it is, holding your breast, swiping one thumb over your nipple until you feel every tiny little touch go straight to your core. They do something with their tongue, the intensity of the feeling sweeping through your entire body. You could not describe it if anyone asked, that movement of their tongue inside you, but Maker- and then they do it again.

“Stars- fuck, Eya,” you groan, raising your head to look down at them, but as you do, their tongue vanishes from inside you, the sudden emptiness making you shudder.

“Hey.” Eya’s voice is a strict command coated in shimmering dark honey. “I said relax, princess. Would you rather sit up like this and watch?”

“I…” you trail off, biting your lip. “Yes, please. I wanna see you.”

Eya cocks their head in contemplation, then nods.

“Alright, if that’s what you want, you can sit up… yeah, just like that. Can you stay like this for me?”

“I- yeah. Yes, I can stay like this, if that means I get to watch you eat me out- Stars, Eya, you’re so beautiful.” You stroke along their tendrils with two fingers before tucking your hands into your sides again. “What you did earlier- gods baby, that felt so fucking good, what was that?”

“Nothing to worry your pretty little head with, it’s… something I picked up. Seems to work very well on… most species. Just relax into the sensation, yeah?” Eya smiles at you soothingly, their teeth glittering in the low light of your apartment.

You sigh deeply and nod.

“Okay.” You hesitate for a second. “Can I… can I talk? Like, talk to you while you eat me out?”

“Oh, darlin’, of course you can. I wanna know how good I’m making you feel.” Kyreya chuckles.

You open your mouth to respond, but your words turn into a moan when you feel their tongue sink inside you again. Eya does it again, that unspeakable thing that makes you see stars, then their tongue grinds against the walls of your pussy.

Your arms start to shake from the tension of holding your upper body upright, but you will be damned before you give up the heavenly view in front of you: Eya’s lips pressed against your pussy, the sliver of a pink tongue, the glitter of silver when their piercings catch the light.

They are beautiful, and the words come without having to think about them.

“Fuck, baby you’re so pretty- oh Maker, right there, that’s- fuck- Eya, gods, you are so good at this… fuck, you feel so good inside me, baby, wanna come on your pretty face, wanna see you just as ruined as I am- shit- f-fuck, do that again-”

You are babbling, you know you are, but you can’t help it. Words of praise keep falling from your lips as Eya continues fucking you with their tongue, bringing you right to the edge and keeping you suspended there.

“Just like that baby, gods, you’re making me feel so good, you’re fuckin’- you’re amazing, I sh-shit, that- do that ag- oh! Oh fuck, please Eya baby, please, I wanna come, please let me come- f-fuck that feels so good, that’s- I love your mouth, never wanna let you go, just keep your tongue right there- fuck, that’s it… I’m right there, baby, I’m right there, I just need a little more, please just give me a little more, please, I wanna come…”

It feels like ecstasy is hovering just inches out of reach, it’s right there, right there, but you just can’t grab it.

“More!” you moan. “Fuck, more, please.”

Eya’s mouth vanishes from your pussy, the wet sound it makes when you disconnect making your cheeks burn.

“You want me to touch your clit, pretty girl? Yeah?” Eya sounds nearly as fucked out as you do, their husky voice even darker, raspier, and you wish to the gods you’ll never forget the sound of them as they make you cum.

“Fuck- yes, please, please touch my clit Eya baby, please- fuck!”

Your head lolls back when they bring two fingers to your clit, gently testing what you like before settling on small, smooth circles while their tongue teases your entrance. A deep ache starts to swell in your belly, the best kind of ache, the kind where you know what’s coming if they continue in this direction.

“Baby- baby, Eya, baby,” you mumble. “I’m close, I’m so close- I think I’m gonna-”

Eya pulls away, their fingers ceasing their movement. You whine, but they just shake their head in amusement.

“Hmm, little bit of edging never hurts, don’t you think? Makes it so much more intense… lets me taste you for longer. I can taste that sweet excitement, you know, that anticipation, that desperation on your skin, pretty girl and you… you are exquisite.”

One of their tendrils, the one that has wrapped itself around your thigh, creeps higher, reaching towards your pussy. The thought of it touching you there makes you shiver. Eya knits their brow at your reaction.

“What are you thinking about, princess?”

“I- uhh…” you trail off, not sure how to put into words what you were thinking. Your eyes flick towards the lilac tendril, so prominent against your skin, reaching towards the puffy lips of your cunt. “When you say you can taste it-”

“Oh.” Eya leans back, their tendril quickly unfurling from around your leg. Hastily, you stretch out your hand to place it on their cheek.

“I’m sorry,” they mumble before you can say anything. “I wasn’t thinking- like I said, they kinda go wherever feels goods, and-”

“I didn’t mean that you shouldn’t do that,” you admit quietly, cutting them off. “There’s no need to apologise. I don’t mind the… the tendrils. In fact, I really like how they feel. Like, really like it.”

“Oh?” Eya says again, but this time their eyes are glittering with excitement. “You don’t mind, then? I know they tend to get kinda close when I really get into eating someone out and you taste so good and-”

“I wouldn’t mind even if they ended up inside me,” you joke, smiling at them, soothing their knitted brow with your thumb.

Eya stares at you, their mouth hanging open.

“What?”

Oh fuck.

“I- nothing. Forget- forget I said anything,” you mutter.

“No, no. Are you serious about that? Would you let me…” Eya pauses, seemingly searching for the right words. “Would you let me taste you like that?”

You had been joking before, or at least you’d thought you were, but right now, their words go straight to your core. You can feel your pussy drip, your hips twitching at the thought of it. Something about feeling them inside you like that…

“Sweet Maker,” you breathe. Eya’s hand finds yours and squeezes.

“It’s okay if not, I just-”

“No,” you interrupt them. “I mean- yes. Yes, we can do that. Try it, at least. If you want to.”

You are stumbling over your words, and so are they, but it doesn’t matter. The thought of them inside you is enough to make you soak the sheets beneath you.

“Osik,” Eya exhales. “Okay- fuck, okay. I’ve not- I haven’t done that- haven’t been allowed to do that in… in a long time.”

“Will it feel good for you?” you inquire curiously.

Eya stares at you, then bursts into laughter.

“Oh, sweet girl. I- you remember how I reacted with just your hand around me earlier? Yeah? It’ll be like that, but hundredfold. It’s…” they inhale deeply. “It’s heavenly. It’s like a particular kind of high.”

“Oh!” You like the sound of that. “Then… yes, I would love to do that for you. Please. I’m… yeah, I’m more than willing to try that.”

“Maker, I- thank you.” Eya sits up for a second to press a gentle kiss to your belly. “I didn’t think I’d get to- fuck, just… thank you.”

You smile and interlace your fingers with theirs, placing featherlight kisses on their metal knuckles. Eya inhales sharply, their eyes burning into yours. They don’t extract their hand from your grip when they lay down between your thighs again.

“If it gets too much, you tell me,” they instruct earnestly. “Tell me, or squeeze my hand two times, okay? One squeeze tells me to go on, two tells me to stop. If you don’t like how it feels, or-”

“I’ll tell you,” you say quickly. “I promise.”

“Hmm, good girl.”

You breathe in and out slowly, consciously relaxing into their touch. It’s not that you are not into it; you very much are. You would not have agreed if you weren’t. But still, it’s new, and it’s exciting but strange.

It starts slow. You sit up on your elbows, watching in fascination as Eya’s tendrils snake their way around your thighs, wrapping around once, reaching towards your dripping cunt.

“Are you doing that?” you ask quietly, curious about what the process is like for them.

Eya presses a kiss to the mound of your pussy before carefully propping their chin up to answer you.

“Kinda… they want to go there anyways, that’s where the pleasure is, that’s where you taste the best. But yes, I am… encouraging them, so to say.”

They pull back, winking at you before running their tongue through your folds. Your eyes fall shut as you push your hips up against their face.

“Mhh, greedy,” Eya mumbles, but they obey your silent command, sinking their tongue inside you once again. You moan, letting yourself fall into the sensation, getting lost in the pleasure of it.

A sudden touch makes your eyes fly wide open again. One of their tendrils is resting on your clit, gently pulsing against it. The sight of that alone is nearly enough to make you come; electric pleasure crackling down your spine. Eya moans into you, then visibly restrains themself to pull away and look up at you.

“You all good, pretty girl?”

“Yeah- fuck, yeah I’m all good,” you moan. Eya chuckles in response.

“Good girl. You ready for more?”

You squeeze their hand.

“Yeah, I think I am. You feel… fuck, you feel really good, Eya. You make me feel really good, is it… how are you?” You have to laugh at your own strange choice of words. Kyreya joins in, their warm breath fanning across your skin that is soaked in your arousal.

“I’m doing fantastic, princess. You really are divine, I think I could lose myself in you all night… probably even longer if you let me.”

Placing little kisses on your inner thighs, they work their way around your pussy, teasing you, distracting you. You force your eyes to stay open, to watch, as the tendril that has been resting on your clit slips lower, gliding through your folds. It is a strange thing to watch, and if you were not so turned on, maybe you would feel odd about it. But right now, in this moment, you swear you have never seen anything hotter in your entire life.

You lose yourself in the sensation, this new feeling of something gliding through your pussy, teasing you, the smooth skin providing friction for your throbbing clit. The tendril does not slip inside you, though. Eya just teases you.

You can feel them moaning into you, moaning against the flesh of your thigh. The thought of them feeling all that you feel right now, through this simple touch, turns you on more than any physical stimulation could, and you can’t hold your tongue.

“Hmm, that feel good, baby?” you purr. “You like that?”

Eya’s head raises to fixate you with burning eyes.

“Don’t tease me, princess. You know you feel good, osik- fuck- gods, mesh’’la, I would devour you whole if I could, you’re the best thing I’ve ever tasted, you f-feel so good, smell so good- pure fuckin’ desire- can taste it all, every little sliver of want- and gods, you do want, don’t you, you’re a fuckin’ greedy one… hmm kriffing- kyor’la haran, cyar’ika!”

Their voice breaks when you wrap your hand around their tendril, gently guiding it until the tip slips inside you. You moan at the sensation, and as does Eya.

“Fuck, baby,” you breathe.

The feeling of them inside you is… indescribable. It’s unlike anything you have ever felt before, neither better nor worse, just… different. “You- shit- y-you doing okay?”

Eya’s mouth is hanging open, their eyes fixed on where their tendril vanishes inside your gaping cunt. They don’t move, just take in the image in front of them, a blissed out expression on their face.

“Eya, are you alright?” you ask again, a little more impatiently this time.

“What?” Eya rips their eyes away from your pussy to look at you properly. “Fuck- yeah, I’m alright- more than alright actually… by Nephto, you feel f-fucking incredible. I never- good gods, I never want to leave your perfect pussy, you feel so fucking good wrapped around me.”

“Oh,” you sigh. “Hmm, good. You wanna… can you move?”

Eya looks at you for a beat before visibly pulling themself together.

“I- yeah.” Their voice is a little shaky, and it gives you an odd sense of accomplishment. You did that. You did that to them. “Yeah, I can move… just gotta- focus…”

Their tendril slips deeper inside you, and you cant up your hips to meet the movement. Eya inhales sharply at the feeling, and so do you, the velvet of their skin meeting the sensitive walls of your pussy.

“Gods, you’re so wet,” Eya whispers. “So wet, all just for me- fuck, you really want this, don’t you, princess? You need it.”

“Yes,” you admit. You have no defence, you do want it, and right now, you do need it, it feels too fucking good to give up. “Fuck yes, baby, I need this. Gods, Eya, you- you just-”

“I know, pretty girl,” they soothe.

You let your head drop back when they lean forward to wrap their lips around your clit, gently sucking.

“Fuck!” Your voice breaks even in that single word, the combination of their tongue laving at your clit and their tendril slowly fucking you too much to bear.

Eya chuckles but keeps going, squeezing your hand as if to remind you that you can always back out. You squeeze back once, moaning and sighing as every nerve ending in your body focuses on the pleasure that erupts from your core.

Bliss floods every fibre of your being, Eya sucking on your clit with just the right amount of pressure as their tendril continues to curl inside you. One of your hands sneaks down to wrap around the tendril where it disappears into you.

The sound that Eya makes when your fingers stroke along the tendril is… inhuman. Every ounce of desire is packed into that one noise, everything you have ever wanted or needed, and it is nearly enough to push you over the edge. It vibrates deep inside you, making your muscles flex and then melt. Your hand wraps tighter around the tendril as Eya speeds up the movement slightly, moaning into you with every stroke.

Mumbled words float around the room, but you can’t think, can’t speak- it’s so much, and so good, you can feel the ridges of them sliding against your tight walls.

“Gods, Eya,” you breathe. “Fuck-”

“That’s it,” they raise their head for a moment, breathing heavily, their face shining with your arousal. “That’s it, princess, tell me how it feels, tell me- wanna hear your voice, hear you moan and cry for me, hear you beg until you can’t speak anymore, wanna hear you go dumb with pleasure- f-fuck, tell me…”

You inhale shakily, your brain way too fuzzy to form coherent thoughts.

“Gods, Eya baby, I- how does anything feel this good, how do you- Maker, I never wanna feel anything else again- wanna stay like this forever, wrapped around you with your mouth on me, you f-feel so fucking good… Stars, I wanna come so bad, please baby, please tell me I can come, please, I’ll clean you up after, kiss your face until we can’t- can’t breathe, fucking lick your tendril clean, lick the taste of myself off of you- fuck!”

Eya makes that noise again, that noise that makes every inch of you fill up with a lust so deep you can’t think anymore.

“More,” they moan, then wrap your lips around your clit again.

“Wanna- fuck- wanna come around you, please tell me I can come, please Eya baby, I’m- fuck I’m gonna cum, gonna cum around you, feels so fucking good- so good, oh, please baby, please, please, please..”

You are not even sure what exactly it is that you are begging for at this point, tears running down your cheeks from pleasure. Eya pulls back for the fraction of a second, their disparate eyes burning so sweetly as they command you.

“You can come, pretty girl. Come for me.”

Your eyes fall shut as you rock your hips up to meet the thrusts of their tendril, their lips on your pussy. The tendril slips deeper with each thrust, stretching your cunt so deliciously, and you feel fuller than you ever have.

Eya continues mumbling into you, their raspy voice reverberating in your core. Your entire focus fixates on the point where you are connected. Eya moans.

“Fuck- osik, princess, can feel it coming- you’re right there, right there, just like that, you gonna come from getting fucked like that? Yeah? You wanna come for me like this?”

Their tendril moves faster, rubbing against that spot, that perfect spot with each thrust. The tension in your core rises, coils up so tight you feel like you are about to burst.

Your hand grips theirs tighter as your muscles start to lock up, and then everything goes white with pleasure.

It erupts from deep inside you, shaking every bone in your body with its force, ripping through you and consuming everything in its path to leave only bliss behind.

You feel the muscles in your core contract, and the sheets below you are suddenly damp, but you can’t think. It’s everything everywhere nothing nowhere never and always.

You can feel Eya moan, feel the bed shake as they grind against the mattress, but it is all just a mere background noise.

You lay there for a while, breathing only because you don’t have to think about it. Everything in your mind is empty, peaceful bliss while your body still trembles with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

When you finally have the energy to open your eyes again, Eya is still laying between your legs, their head resting on your thigh, their eyes heavy-lidded.

You groan, unable to form proper words. Eya’s teeth flash as they tilt their head to look at you.

“Osik, darlin’, that was… certainly something.” They squeeze your hand, and only now are you made aware of the fact that your limbs are indeed all still attached to you. Your hand tingles.

“Can I… gotta slip out of you, sweetheart,” Eya mumbles.

“Mhm… mkay,” you yawn, floating in the limbo of the remaining pleasure that makes your body feel simultaneously featherlight and heavier than beskar.

Something inside you moves, and only when Eya’s tendril slips out of you do you understand why they warned you. You feel empty. Overwhelmingly so.

A tear slips from the corner of your eyes and runs down your temple. You don’t notice it until strong arms wrap around you, pulling you against a muscular chest. You bury your face against Eya.

“I know, darlin’, I know,” they mumble. “It’ll pass… it’ll pass. I know it feels strange, it’s- it’s an aftereffect, I… I forgot about that. I should’ve warned you about it, I’m sorry.”

Ah. So it’s not your imagination that makes the loss feel so much worse than it usually does. That’s… somewhat calming.

“It’ll pass, I promise,” Eya whispers again. “It only lasts a few minutes, it’s… yeah. I know it’s rough, sweetheart.”

A singular coherent thought pushes its way to the forefront of your brain.

“D’you feel like that too?” you ask sleepily, pulling all your energy together to raise your hand and rest it on Eya’s cheek.

“Me?” They hesitate. “Well- I suppose I do, yes. I imagine it feels different on the giving end, but… yeah, I feel that loss too.”

“‘m sorry,” you mutter quietly. Eya laughs lightly.

“Don’t be. It’s worth it… worth it a million times over. You’ll be fine, I’ll be fine too.”

You can feel it start to wear off, that overwhelming feeling of loss giving way to the vague, pleasurable ache that you are used to. You sigh happily and scoot closer to Eya, wrapping your leg around their hip as best you can.

“I‘ll hold you, mkay?”

Eya laughs when you hide your face against their chest.

“We can… clean up later… ‘s fine.”

“Okay, princess. Whatever you want.”

You smile into them.

“Now you definitely gotta let me return the favour, because that was… fuck.”

Kyreya sighs, their hands wrapping around you to pull you closer, tendrils snaking around your shoulders to breathe in the quiet afterglow.

“Sure… some other time.”

You fall asleep wrapped in each other’s arms, and when the morning comes, there is no trace of them except a small piece of flimsi with their frequency hastily scribbled down, alongside a note.

Your move, princess.

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