#I’m very curious about the prosthetics
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since I’m drawing more of them, here is a bit of background for my x2 Prowler PunkFlower AU (mix of comic and animated canon and my own delulu):
- Hobart started out in a life of crime because he felt trapped by his circumstances (this follows the comic canon, he is the youngest of 9 siblings, but his dad left early, mom was an alcoholic, and eventually even his big brother left. Even though he was a tech genius, he struggled to make a living). Then after his right hand was injured after a job for Kingpin, he was saved by Peter (let’s say in Earth 42 Peter is not Spiderman, instead he runs a company.. which is also comic canon at one point).
Parker Industry gave him a prosthetic and provided a healthier environment for Hobart to grow, they sponsor him to be a kind of vigilante to keep the city safe (again, this is a bit based on the comic canon, but in the comics he was paralyzed from the waist down for a while, he also worked for Parker Industry for some time).
- For Miles G. after his father died, there was a time when he lost his direction in life. He was haunted by the fact that he could not protect Jeff. Earth 42 is already chaotic, he doesn’t know how to protect his mother (since Uncle Aaron also has his own business and can’t stay with them all the time).
- One night when he was walking back home, Miles was stopped by a robber, normally he could protect himself, but that day his mind was spiraling so badly and before he knew it, he was cornered. That's when Prowler saved him.
- Hobart was just on duty, the alley was dark so he couldn't see the other boy very well, he just turned his back to tie up the robber and told Miles to go home, it's very dangerous here.
- At that time, the Prowler symbol on the back of Hobart’s jacket seemed to engrave itself in the back of Miles’ eyelids - a call to fight, a call to protect. He made a decision then.
- Miles immediately ran to Uncle Aaron and told him of his intention to be a vigilante. Aaron was hesitant at first, but Miles said that if he didn't train him, he would go find the Prowler himself and ask him for help. Aaron was worried that Miles would be taken advantage of by others, so he accepted to train and help him create tech.
- After a while, the two of them started blowing things up left and right in Brooklyn with Miles as the new Prowler, that was when Hobart realized that there was another guy running around in his symbol (there is a whole theme in the comics where Hobie’s Prowler gears keep being stolen by other ppl to impersonate him 😭)
- He thought about telling the boy to stop, but seeing Miles punching criminals, confronting villains who are many times bigger than him yet was still not afraid, Hobart became… curious? Want to know who that person is, why do they do this.
- Of course, when they meet, Hobart still asked Miles to not to carry his logo around, but Miles stubbornly argued that anyone can be a symbol, and he would not dishonour this one.
- In general, Hobart was impressed with Miles, but it took some time for both of them to gradually trust each other. After more than half a year, Hobart took the initiative to tell Miles his true identity, Miles then also took him to meet his uncle.
- After the two became closer, Miles began to help Hobart repair and maintain his prosthetic. Hobart also began to doubt his future in Parker Industry. He had never liked to be confined to a system, and although Peter helped him a lot, he still wanted to be his own person, fought for his own ideals. So as soon as Miles and Hobart were able to fix his prosthetic on their own, Hobart left Parker Industry and moved in with Miles.
- They started dating after 2 years of knowing each other (Aaron thanked heaven and earth that his nephew finally stopped blue-ball that Hobart boy, his head hurt every time he has to witness their awkward flirting 😭😭), when Miles G. met Miles 1610, he and Hobart had been officially dating for a few months.
So basic timeline: first meeting Miles G. was 13 / Hobart was 15 -> worked together as Prowlers team at 14 / 16 -> Hobart left Parker Industry / they started dating when Miles is 15 and Hobart is 17 -> meet Miles 1610.
Well that’s all for now, so when I draw that AU it’s based on that groundwork. Cheers!
#*pull up a whole bulletin board*#here is the lore to this AU I completely make up in my head#punkflower#x2 prowler au
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STEM SISTER SCUFFLE: ROUND 3 MASHUP 4
Jade Harley (Homestuck) vs Entrapta Princess of Dryl (Netflix She-Ra and the Princesses of Power)
Jade Harley is a Nuclear Physicist, Roboticist, Ectobiologist, and Cosmic Manipulator (warping space and planets)!
Entrapta Princess of Dryl is a Roboticist, Programmer and First Ones' Tech Historian/Archaeologist!
Why you should vote for each contestant:
Jade Harley:
"She's soo fun and silly and her symbol is literally an atom. she regularly irradiates steak to feed her weird dog"
"She and her nuclear powered dog creating a new universe. she's cool"
"Built a modded bass guitar that's only playable when she's in her robot form and has extra arms. Became a doggirl. She also plays the flute :)"
"i think you have enough ramblings about her already but i couldnt NOT submit her, she is so dear to me <3"
"bbg has THREE scientific specialties!! she genetically modifies plants and makes them grow beautifully high just because she can and loves science. in her alpha timeline she’s a tech mogul and creates technology that challenges the evil empress that brought earth to ruin. AND she’s a furry"
"Doggy"
"She plays a silly flute refrain. She's a furry. Literally, she's a doggirl. She's also a god and created the universe. JADE BEST GIRLIE!!!!"
Entrapta Princess of Dryl:
"She builds robots!!! She's curious and inquisitive!! She loves her robots!! She has the coolest hair and also I want to be her bestie. She's an absolute love"
"autism :)"
"Builds robots and computers for fun and companionship. Can take apart and understand almost any tech she is presented with. Autism lever set to max and I love her. Mandatory boob window in all her outfits and I've never related harder to a character."
"autistic icon, amazing inventor and app round excellent character"
"she has prehensile hair it’s literally the best thing i’ve ever seen in my life, it’s never once acknowledged by any of the characters as abnormal or explained in any way i’m literally obsessed with it. also autism queen"
"PIGTAILS!!!! autism"
"Entrapta is very bubbly and positive. She never lets anything like losing her friends or going to the bad side or getting put on a death-sentence island stop her from scientific pursuits! She actually drives a lot of the conflict in the story, as she explains the technological backstory of the world, and helps both sides be better at fighting. She loves data, doing experiments, and the scientific method. She's also in love with space. She is an autistic queen <3"
"phenomenal canon autism representation without being weird & shitty. also she’s so strange & wonderful & relatable in so so many ways. my computer is named Darla bc that’s what she named the AI for the spaceship in s5"
"She is THE science queen because she loves science so much and her love of it is INFECTIOUS. I don’t know anything about science but Entrapta makes it seem like the coolest thing in the universe. I love her"
"She ourple. I luv her"
"She's so passionate about her work. Takes through notes! Figured out how to hack her home planet!!! She's autistic as hell and I like her overalls."
"You won’t get autism like this anywhere else bestie"
"amoral mad scientist who flips between the good guys and bad guys, loves building so many inventions, ends up converting the head bad guy (for most of the series) to good through the power of love"
"She has outfitted her entire castle to be a maze, and installed electronic locks on some. Her staff seems to be mostly robots she has built herself. In good part reverse engineering or adapting ancient tech found on the planet. She's incredible at what she does and personally fixes, invents and builds a wide range of stuff from space ships to portals to a prosthetic exoskeleton to trackers to war machines. She can do it all. Autism win! Girlie has been criticised for being treated childlike or being unable to understand those around her to a ridiculous degree, but I'm honestly just glad she's not a Sheldon Cooper. Her favorite bots have personalities and therefore implied AI (but not the shitty kind), which means she's pretty fucking good at software too. She likes tiny foods."
"So very autistic about technology. Initially believes robots are way better than people, eventually makes human friends but also very much still has robot friends (I love Emily so much). Gets so excited about finding new First One's tech. Also her happy spinning around in a space suit in that one season 5 episode heals my heart every time I watch it"
"She's the planet's leading expert on ancient tech (sci-fi/fantasy universe) and develops most of the tech in the show and is very autistic about it. i love her"
"She is fun and funky. Chaotic neutral. Definitely some autism coding going on, which is very charming. She has a pet robot? It is cute"
"Bc she is ENTRAPTA!! No srsly she is such a well-written character. At times kinda morally grey but always lovable and great and she is truly amazing at what she does!! I'm pretty sure she's already been submitted but I wanted to make sure :)"
#stem sister scuffle#round 3#homestuck#homestuck jade#hs jade#jade harley#netflix she ra#she ra#she ra and the princesses of power#spop#spop entrapta#entrapta
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JRWI SWAP AU Designs, Doodles and HCs (AU by @lui-gen )
Captain Gill
With how much OG Chip’s design changes over the course of Riptide I thought it would be cool to do a more mid-campaign design of Gill. The scribbles on his arm are supposed to be lightning tattoos that would parallel chips water ones, they seem like a cool way that gill could show his oath to the open sea, inspired by Finn. Unsure if he would have a prosthetic pinkie but i added it for now until the details of what happens at each island is figured out. I hc that the ship they were on before the albatross would go from the Big Chipper to like Destiny’s Tide or smth like that.
Chip, Jay and Pretzel :D
the designs are so fun argh also i can totally imagine Jay’s armour getting more like mechanical if that aspect of her is still there
Caspian aka Captain Trench
I’m not the best at designing but wanted to have fun drawing a sinister little Caspian. Notable things are the feathers that Price had in his design is flowing water, which is actually also his water whip that he can magically summon the handle for. Also had him and Gill have matching scars across the nose because its fun 💥
Captain Ruben of the Navy
Kept his missing eye and thought the backstory behind it could change so that he lost it in some sort of fight, so the navy replaced it with a magical one and now he uses it as the main weapon in combat (it shoots beams n shit). Initially just drew him in a looser brain but maybe a bun would be more fitting since its more practical. (Far left image is him as a kid)
Origins headcanons
So obviously, in this swapped au Gill and Chip/Bellamy would meet first. Here, Bellamy works as a bartender and is curious about this trion that claims to have been on the same crew as Arlin, but not enough to answer honestly to any of Gill’s questions. So Gill tries to prove his worth by making Bellamy a drink that he hasn’t had before: a squirty! Thats what I thought of last night at least there could def be a cooler things for them to do,,
Jay having been brought up very isolated on Fetherbrook, she is not used to seeing people like Gill, so upon her first instinct she assumes he’s some sort of monster and shoots at him (to Chip’s amusement.)
I will surely draw more of this AU as it gets fleshed out but these are all my insane ramblings as of right now
#jrwi#jrwi fanart#just roll with it#jrwi riptide#jrwi gillion#jrwi chip#jrwi jay#jrwi caspian#jrwi price#jrwi pretzel#sketchbook page#traditional drawing#dnd art#jrwi swap au
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Hey! I’ve been into SDV for a while know and I found your profile and it’s absolutely amazing! Your headcanons are so accurate and your writing is so smooth! I love it all! I saw that you take requests, so could you do headcanons for Stardew Valley Bachelors and Bachelorettes reactions when they find out that the farmer has a prosthetic leg?
(Love your work💗💗)
A/N: thank you for enjoying my work!! I try my best to write everyone in a way that I think is accurate so it feels good when people say that they think it is. Again if anything is offensive or wrong let me know!!!
Tw: some cursing, maybe some mean things/judgement/ableism because let’s face it not everyone is nice, a person without a prosthetic writing about it. let me know if anything else should be tagged!
Bc: at least 5 for each!! Some are shorter than others!
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Sebastian
I feel like Sebastian would try to act normal about it but would be like….
Hmm okay
I don’t think he would react outwardly
He would try to keep things inside
And I don’t think he’s ableist
But he would be like
OMGOMGOMGOMG in his mind
He wouldn’t ask questions either
He’d just act like everything is fine when in reality he’s now panicking like……..
Is he supposed to act different? He doesn’t think so? Is that rude?
Is terrified of losing you and doesn’t want to mess anything up.
When he does ask about it tries to do it in the most non offending way possible.
Because he is curious about it
I don’t think anyone else in the valley has prosthetics
So he does want to know everything
He’s really nosy tbh
But acts all emo and as if he isn’t and that he doesn’t care
If you wanna ever talk about it I think you would have to bring it up first
Sam
OH COOL ya know *insert some random thing*
He wouldn’t be all “omg I didn’t know I’m so sorry” about it
I think he’s similar to Emily in this
In that it doesn’t really change his view of you
Would probably say offensive things though
Like on accident and because his mind is coming up with dumb questions and he has no impulse control when it comes to his mouth
Would ask if you could be like a pirate
Or ask if it means you can skateboard better than him
Would probably give you a kinda offensive nickname
But again hes doesn’t mean to be stupid about it
DOES change his tune if you don’t like it
Would never want to continue doing something that you actively dislike
Does ask every question that is on his mind
I feel like rather than the others he’s much more comfy with you
So doesn’t hesitate to ask about anything he lacks knowledge on
Shane
Depending on where you are in your relationship he has different moods
Like if he hasn’t opened up and is still depressed and an alcoholic he would be VERY pessimistic about it
Would probably get your spirits down
Would also probably say VERY offensive things in his melancholy state
Would say sorry only after you say that he’s being rude about it
If it’s after he gets help no matter if you’re dating or not he’s still like…
Oof
About it
Y’know? But he wouldn’t be an asshole either he’d just be like
Are you okay? About it if it makes sense?
Like it’s not an omg are you okay it’s more of a how are you feeling about it way
Like no matter if you’ve had the prosthetic forever or got it more recently his question is the same
How do you feel about it?
Does really care about your thoughts
I do think with him you’d have more deeper conversations than with anyone else other than maybe Harvey
Alex
While I don’t think he’s very judgmental on purpose
He probably would say some rude things
Or react in a rude way
Maybe thoughtless is the right word?
Like he isn’t going to be mean or anything
But he will say something like “oh like a pirate or something!”
And you’d be like “??????sure I guess….?”
Would want to swing your prosthetic leg around for shits and giggles
Understands that it’s expensive to get proper prosthetics but it’s in the back of his mind
Wouldn’t really treat you any differently unless it’s something that he thinks could hurt you
Even if you can do it alone
He’s like “NONO let me do it!!”
I don’t know what type of person you are but I know that’s either a relief so you only have to do easy things or it’s annoying because you’re perfectly able to do things on your own.
Is always impressed that you can do your farming duties.
Like it’s sorta ableist?
Like he’s a little confused but he has the spirit type of thing
Harvey
His first thought would be
Damn how good is your insurance
Or if you had to pay out of pocket for it
Is a doctor after all
I think he’d be curious in a doctor way
Because again I don’t think anyone else in the valley has a prosthetic (Sadge bc diversity is cool)
So he hasn’t really seen them that often
Would probably be very intrusive if you two are close
Would also back off if you weren’t okay with it
Does however become very….worried? About you
I don’t think worried is the right word
But would remind you to take breaks more often than he would a farmer without one (and even then it’s pretty often)
Like a mother kinda
Is kinda ableist but doesn’t realize because he thinks it’s just his doctor side
Again will stop if you want him to
Would absolutely have some interesting facts about prosthetics
Elliott
Would try to be poetic about it
And it’s either very cringy or cute based on hope you think of him
Would probably try to write a book or story or poem or something about a character with a prosthetic
Does get a lot of things wrong with the facts but tries
Because you are his muse
And his characters reflect you even if he won’t admit is until you’re closer enough
Might change something’s up about it though so it’s not exactly you
Just in case you hate it so he could be like “nononono this character has a DIFFERENT prosthetic hehe”
I do think he’s ableist but again like the others not in a judgemental kind of way just…..uninformed
Will listen if you try to teach him
Will also fight anyone who has anything to say about it
Haley
Depending on where you are in your relationship makes her reaction different
Like before she opens up I think she’d have a mean girl type of reaction
Like she’d make a face and everything and ask rude questions.
Like it would genuinely either make you mad or make you feel bad
She’d be like “WHAT THE HELL??”
And you’d be like “tf???? Are you okay?”
She’s ask VERY personal questions
Partly because she’s curious and partly because she has to make fun of you by being a bitch
But if you’re closer when she finds out she’s just like…
Taken aback and like oof but that’s the extent to it
I think if you’re closer she’d be too scared to ask any questions because while she gives no fucks she likes you
Whether it be in a romantic or platonic way
And she doesn’t want to push you away or anything
So she won’t really comment on it other than being like “oh….okay….”
Will fight anyone who says something about it though
Like even if they’re asking a valid question or something she’s like “ABSOLUTELY NOT”
Emily
Doesn’t react at all other than being like oh cool!
Honestly I don’t think she would think anything different of you, or even think that anything has changed now that she knows
Like you have always been the person that she knows and your limbs being different doesn’t mean anything because why would it?
Does make you cute accessories for it if you allow it though
Makes covers, will bedazzle it, literally whatever you want.
I think out of all of the bachelors and bachelorettes she would be the one to make it the least weird.
Like the others would either ask really insensitive questions or act weird about it
She’s like <3 yeah okay anyways do you wanna see this dance I’ve been practicing?
Like sorry I don’t have many headcanons for her she’s just….normal when it comes to things that other people would deem weird(not to be ableist I hope you know what I mean by this bc people are asses)
Penny
VERY ABLEIST
But again not in a judgy way
She just….
She means well but it’s kinda annoying if you don’t want help
Just like how she shoves George’s wheelchair out of the way at the mailbox to help him
It’s like first you should ASK if someone wants help
And second helping isn’t always what you think it is
Would help you without asking if you want it
Acts like she just is so much stronger or whatever
Is VERY embarrassed after you talk to her about it
Might try to argue back that she was just helping
But ultimately realizes that she was kinda overstepping
Just wants to make things easier for you
Abigail
Would think it’s cool
Asks dumb questions like if it gives you an advantage over anything that others wouldn’t think about
Forgets about it half the time tbh
Like it doesn’t matter to her
And thankfully she has make herself her own person outside of Pierre’s beliefs bc child her would’ve been mean
But she does think it’s cool and like the others has a million different questions
Asks them nonstop
Also like Alex asks if she can use it as a weapon
Sometimes offensive but not often I don’t think
Would probably say some bullshit like you’re part robot or something
Again depending on how you feel she either keeps up this joke with you.
Or lets it die out
Cooler than most about it
Leah
I think she’s one of the ones that doesn’t react
Because she’s lived in the city
I think she has come across a couple people with different kinds of prosthetics
So she isn’t like the others with a million questions or anything
It’s much more normalized for her that she doesn’t really comment or question it
Will ask if she could create one for you out of wood just to see if she can
Also one of the ones that would knock a bitch out for coming at you in a rude way
Would probably have a “yeah and?” Reaction if you wanted her to actually react
Like it doesn’t change anything at all for her.
Maru
Would be stoked
But in a science type of way
Would also wanna see if she could make you a new one
Unlike Leah though Maru would probably be a bit offensive
Mostly because I don’t think she understands social norms or anything
So she would ask things that would be unamusing and uncomfortable for you because she really just….
Doesn’t understand that there’s things that you shouldn’t say or do
Is overwhelmingly positive though
Like tries VERY hard to get you to understand that nothing has changed for her
Is a little annoying about it but just really wants you to know that she likes or loves you no matter what
Would probably have some interesting facts about prosthetics as well
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Howdy lovely!!
This might be a strange request but I’m just really curious about what the bad batchers would think about their S/O being a teacher for younger kids. Im a teacher for younger kids and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a HC about it. Thank you for looking at these requests and as always don’t do this request if you don’t want to or feel comfortable
💚 lots of love ~ Madison
Aloha, sweetheart!
Not a strange request at all, I think it's cute 😊
The Bad Batch x Teacher!Reader HCs - Teaching The Next Generation
Hunter
The moment he finds out how you make a living, he is hooked. He tries to imagine you teaching the kids, and just the idea warms his heart. Hunter himself can't quite explain why, he doesn't really realize he's a family man, but he definitely is. The thought that you're good with kids automatically makes you even more attractive to him.
The first time he sees you working with children, he is excited. Working with children requires sensitivity and patience, two qualities Hunter appreciates and admires. He volunteers to come along on a field trip to help supervise and share some of his knowledge.
Hunter is very nervous at first, but he quickly settles into the role of teacher with your help and enjoys being able to pass on his knowledge. The children may be skeptical at first because of his appearance, the face tattoo seems a little dark, but they quickly learn how kind and patient Hunter is, from him, they like to learn everything about flora and fauna, how to read tracks and survive in the wilderness if you get lost.
Wrecker
He is enthusiastic. Wrecker loves kids and the kids love him right from the first time they meet him. By now, they call him Uncle Wrecker when he picks you up from work. His playful, friendly nature goes down well with the little ones, and of course his appearance amazes the kids. Plus, he always has candy with him.
You definitely have something in common when it comes to dealing with the kids; you have that certain sensitivity, patience, and sense of play and fun. Wrecker has respect for your work, and is always happy to lend a hand when you prepare special projects for the students.
He talks about your work with pride when he talks about it with others. Wrecker thinks what you do is incredibly inspirational.
Echo
He has respect for your work. Echo feels that you have an important part to play in shaping and preparing future generations. It is a part of you that he finds very attractive, that you are so patient and full of sensitivity, which also benefits him in your relationship.
One of your school children is dependent on prosthetics, much like Echo. When you notice how difficult the child finds it on a physical but also emotional level, you ask him to drop by in class. Echo is hesitant at first, but then agrees.
Of course, he is stared at, but that is nothing new for him, and he doesn't really hold it against the children. The said child with the prostheses marvels at him shyly and Echo takes time for this child to explain that even with prostheses you are still a person, you can achieve everything you want if you only want it.
"We are different, that may be, but we are not worth less. We are also allowed to have goals, dreams and desires. Look at me, I'm still what I always wanted to be, a soldier, and I'm good at it because I want it and work hard for it"
The children gather around him and ask questions, and he answers them all patiently, showing and explaining the function of his prosthetics. You look at him gratefully, and he winks at you. Echo can always be counted on, and the fact that you admire him for what he is doing makes his heart beat faster.
Tech
"An admirable profession"
Tech knows that patience and sensitivity are important, but so much more. Empathy, adaptability, and of course, a certain intellect. He admires you for that, in fact he's fascinated by your profession.
"You should be a teacher, too, when the war is over," you suggest, hoping he'll consider it.
Tech adjusts his goggles with his index finger and says thoughtfully, "A nice idea, I guess I have the know-how, but I suppose I don't have the sensitivity or empathy."
You look at him in surprise and say, "You shouldn't underestimate yourself in that regard. I've already seen that you unexpectedly have a fine radar for things emotional, you just express yourself a little too directly sometimes."
Tech thinks about what you said long after that conversation.
On a visit to your class, he's talking to the kids and explaining his job and answering many other questions the kids bombard him with when you have to temporarily leave the classroom.
At first, Tech feels very uncomfortable being alone with the kids. But when you return, he is engaged in a chess game with one of your high-achieving students and about to lose, the rest of the class set up excitedly around the two as if watching an exciting fight.
Sure enough, Tech loses and says, "You win, young man. You know you're way too smart for your age?"
The boy beams at him, revealing a few missing teeth.
When you ask Tech, perplexed, "Did he really beat you at chess?", Tech just winks at you unobtrusively, conspiratorially, and replies, "Fair and square".
You smile and say softly, "You should really consider changing jobs."
Crosshair
He is not good with children, but admires what you do. He feels uncomfortable around children because he can't do anything with them.
"They're loud, ask nosy questions and grab at everything," he growls, rolling his eyes as you ask why he never picks you up at work.
You can't help but laugh, whereupon he cocks an eyebrow at you.
"What's so funny?"
"That you're afraid of children."
Crosshair frowns unwillingly.
"I'm not afraid of anything"
"If you say so" you return with a smile.
Doggedly he looks at you, "Tomorrow I'll pick you up from work, at your classroom. What's the number of the room?"
"201," you say, still grinning.
When he picks you up the next day, he seems anything but relaxed. There are kids running around in the hallways, and his eyes are twitching back and forth as if he expects them to infect him with something deadly. But the children automatically give the gloomy-looking man a wide berth.
You say gently teasingly, "Relax soldier, this is not a battlefield."
He snorts, "I'd feel more comfortable on a battlefield."
You chastely kiss his cheek and say, "Okay, you proved to me how brave you are. I won't ask you to pick me up here again".
He looks at you, scrutinizing, as you walk side by side down the hall to the exit.
Finally, he says, sighing, "But you'll be disappointed if I don't".
"I didn't say that"
"Your face said it"
You shrug your shoulders and Crosshair finally gives in with a sigh, "Twice a week I'll pick you up here when I'm on site"
You smile lopsidedly at him, whereupon he grabs your hand and growls, "You're going to drive me crazy, Kitten"
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Hello! I’ve enjoyed reading your rwby analysis posts, especially the things you’ve had to say about Penny. The amount of care you put into thinking and writing about her is great. I’m curious what you thought about Penny getting turned into a human, because… I personally really didn’t like it. It just really hurt me that after she was attacked repeatedly because she was built differently, that the solution to that was to remove everything which was different/unique about her and make her “normal.” And then have the actual physical representation of her differences violently die and then be obliterated like they were some horrible, hideous thing.
A good chunk of her story seemed to revolve around being just as much a person as anyone else even though she had a body that worked differently. And I sure did relate to that irl! But then turning Penny human seemed to send the message that Penny could only actually be a full and happy person (such as immediately discovering how wonderful hugs feel) if she was normal. I want to believe I’m taking that scene the wrong way, but… I’m not sure how else I can interpret what happened. So yeah, I’m curious what you think! I’ll be interested to read your thoughts, whatever they may be.
ooh, well, i’m not keen on the way the fandom writ large interprets the scene (as ‘penny became human’/‘penny became real’) and i like how it was done because imo it is really NOT framed as a positive transformation?
there’s an element of relief and joy to it of course—because everyone’s glad that penny survived this ordeal with the virus—but, as you say, the self-destruction of her robotic body is a big focal point of the scene and it is done in a very horrifying way, with the camera moving between penny’s POV as she watches it happen and her robotic body’s POV as it desperately tries to reach her before succumbing to the virus. and penny herself is profoundly disturbed by the experience—she’s not happy to be ‘free’ of that body at all, and ruby hesitantly asks if she’s alright because penny clearly isn’t.
so while penny does then find a small thing to appreciate about her new flesh body and that momentarily alleviates the horror… the tone is very much set by the amount of focus given to penny watching a part of herself die and, after that small burst of joyous relief, watching her old body crumble into ash and flinching away with horror again.
to me, this reads as a rebuke of how flippant yang was about the loss—“the mechanical parts are just extra,” except penny’s body isn’t truly equivalent to a prosthetic, right? that’s just her body.
it’s not all she is, but it’s also a lot more like the arm yang lost than it is like the prosthetic yang got afterwards. penny loses a core part of her identity…
…which is reinforced later, inside the portal, when penny is taken off guard by the abrupt realization that she no longer has floating array. weapons are a fundamental part of huntsmen identity, seen and understood as “extensions of our selves,” and penny’s is literally destroyed by her involuntary transformation—involuntary in the sense that it’s a choice she was forced to make under extreme duress thanks to watts—and she has to recreate that piece of herself with magic.
and there’s smaller, subtler things wrong, too. i think the amount of focus put on her bare feet is meant to highlight that she does not have thrusters any more—an essential aspect of her natural mobility is just gone, again leaving her dependent on the maiden powers to do something she used to be able to just DO.
or consider how disoriented she seems right before cinder gets her. in her original body, penny had sophisticated tactical software built into her sensory array which among other things made her virtually immune to emerald’s semblance. she could see infrared light and aura and the tactical analysis program worked much, much faster than any human could keep up with—because her physical brain was a computer! and then she loses that and spends the entire fight mainly getting clobbered and then struggles to keep track of what’s even happening when cinder gates her off from her allies!
her new body is healthy and whole by human standards, but measured against what penny had before… the narrative gives, like, a LOT of attention to signaling that penny has been measurably disabled in a multitude of ways. if she wasn’t also the winter maiden—& bear in mind that penny only became the winter maiden BECAUSE of what her original robotic body could do!—penny would have been rendered utterly helpless by this transformation. no weapon, no flying, in a much more fragile and vulnerable body that could feel pain. (think about how much screaming she does during that final fight, compared to the time she gets flung several blocks by a grimm so hard there’s an impact crater and she’s like “ouch! :)” about it)
and obv, that fragile new body is the only reason cinder was able to kill her at all. i think that’s sort of the point: penny did the equivalent of *barely* surviving a debilitating illness, went from her sickbed to a battlefield, tried to fight like that, and died because she in a state of extreme physical vulnerability due to recent illness. that’s why all of her friends were so insistent that she not participate in the fight—she wasn’t ready to be fighting! if she’d lived, she would have needed to spend quite a long time recovering, learning and accepting her new limitations, and training within those new limits.
so, to me? the narrative framing of the transformation feels somber, with “she lived! it worked!” being the silver lining on what is otherwise a tragic outcome. watts infected her with this brutal, horrific virus and the only way to save her life was to sacrifice a fundamental part of her self, in this acutely traumatizing way. i think the fandom collectively sort of tunnel visioned on the pinocchio narrative of ‘becoming a real girl’* to such a degree that the bittersweet framing and the underlying horror of what happened to her gets widely overlooked. and i don’t think those tragic/horrific notes are there by accident—the narrative puts quite a lot of emphasis on them, and deliberately bookends the joy of “do hugs always make you feel this warm?” with those moments of intense horror with the violent death and then destruction of her robotic body.
(*something that… really isn’t a prominent theme with penny?, because her struggle with personhood is centered on how *other people* treat her like an object and i would argue her pinocchio ‘becoming a real boy’ moment is actually her acceptance of the maiden power—not because that ‘proves’ she’s a person or whatever, but because it’s a moment of emotional self-actualization where she chooses to do the right thing according to her own judgment instead of mindlessly following orders like the puppet ironwood expects her to be. it’s symbolic! & that gets called back to explicitly by winter, later, with “you were *always* the real maiden, i was the machine,” the ‘realness’ in the pinocchio narrative here is about emotional authenticity and refusal to sacrifice conscience or heart in the name of following orders.
rwby is… pretty profoundly uninterested in the question of ‘does the robot girl count as a person?’ because it answers that within literal seconds after revealing that she is a robot with an emphatic ‘yes, obviously, she has a soul, zero ambiguity here’ lmao. what it does do is leverage pinocchio to explore themes of dehumanization and personhood within an authoritarian military regime.)
so yeah, that’s how i read that. it’s joyous because she lives but it’s also not a victory earned without grievous loss, and the tragedy is exacerbated because she *does not have time* to catch her breath / process / learn how to live in her new, disabled body before cinder… cinders.
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hey! i’m still obsessed with your dragon designs and i’m curious about maul’s dragonform. in the art of him and obi (which is one of my favorites of ur drawings) he has wings, which is awesome, and i’m also imagining he has a more snake-like body, kinda like togrutas?
It's actually not that far off.
I struggled with coming up with a design for him, because not only did I have to think of a possible future Savage design as well, but Ventress too (she still doesn't have a proper design for this very reason)
But yeah, he has relatively shorter legs, with a long neck and body, but I was also trying to give him a slanted back (again not sure if this is the right expression in English) like a badly bred German shepherd.
(Ignore the bad lower body prosthetic, I'm still trying to figure that mess out)
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I personally love your headcanons, so like just curious but what do you think would have happened if Yang (bless her) had actually physically died - let’s say instead of just swatting her to the side the blade actually stabbed her when she took the hit - in the Ever After, cause given what we do know, the options are:
1. Drink tea, whole body (plus soul?) ascends
2. Get murderized by a cat, clearly Alyx did not go back but at the same time she left a part of herself behind as a wish to help Jaune go back so you know (so no body but the soul ascends)
3. The usual ways that Afterans ascend like dying
Like assuming everything else remained the same (maybe Jinxy was in the mood to loot a corpse, I imagine that looting a dying Afteran must be quite profitable, they do come back with new stuff after all), imagine what the Blacksmith must have thought when another dead human appears but with an arguably more intact body and the worst possible phrasing of a dying wish on the planet.
OH TO LIVE IN A WORLD WHERE YANG GOT STABBED FR
Like IMAGINE the VISUAL PARALLELS!!! WITH
A D A M
I’d go insane id never be normal about it like I’m already not normal about how similar those two scenes were, and here I am, less normal
I think that if she had died within the ever after she’d ascend
Because that tea gave less of a vibe of being spiritually helpful and more of a just actual poison vibe
I also 100% think jinxy would rob the dead and disabled it would be INSANE if in this alternate timeline the first thing they see from Yang is her prosthetic being sold off by jinxy along with penny’s sword like obviously so so so painful also at this point makes him kinda a grave robber which is very funny
If it’s all about emotional acceptance then at that point yang would’ve accepted everything that was happening to her including her death because in her head everyone she loved was safe and going to get to the other side of the portal so it’s all fine and she in cannon accepted that she was dead even when she wasn’t she was like “oh I thought we were in hell” and was just suffering with that till Blake got her fairytale self insert dreams to come true (she’s so real for that I love her)
I think she might get herself stuck In between actually ascending tho because she refuses to address her feelings ever and would just accept that as the afterlife till she was told she could get back to her loved ones
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how about some more love for Bacara? I think he deserves some love…
I could see him in some enemies to lovers setting, where he and the reader kind of hate each other but also have massive crushes on each other and at one point are forced to admit it (maybe due to some jealousy 👀)
do you think that is doable?
I Won't Say I'm In Love
Summary: Bacara is your neighbor, and you hate him, really. That's okay, because the feeling is totally mutual. Only not so much.
Pairing: Commander Bacara x F!reader
Word Count: 1551
Warnings: Bacara is an asshole. But so is the reader. Spicy at the end.
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni
A/N: So, I don't know if I would call this enemies to lovers so much as Two people who don't know how to communicate outside of being assholes to each other to lovers. But I hope you enjoy this!
Divider by Saradika
You’re glad the war is over. You are. No one will ever hear you say that you’re not thrilled that the war is over and that the Clones finally have all of the rights that they deserved as Republic citizens.
And you are thrilled about it. Ecstatic about it, even.
But Holy Hell, if Bacara doesn’t stop banging around his apartment at 3 AM, you’re going to end up in prison, because you’re going to kill him.
There’s a series of bangs against your wall, and you pull your pillow over your face. What’s he even doing over there? Building a whole new room?
Eventually you manage to fall asleep, but you spend every waking moment cursing Bacara.
And, when you leave your apartment the following morning, at the same time as Bacara, you shoot him a dirty look. “Have you considered,” You ask in your bitchiest tone, “Not banging on our shared wall at 3 in the morning.”
He glances at you, and then he smirks, “I considered it, and then I thought, ‘this is going to piss her off, so I definitely should do it’ and so I did.”
“You’re a prick.”
“Commander Prick, technically.” he drawls.
You roll your eyes and shove by him, bumping his shoulder with your own, as you head towards the lift. Bacara is hot on your heels, “I’m not a soldier, hotshot, I can call you whatever I want.” You jab the elevator call button, “You can take the stairs.”
“I could. But I’m not gonna.” Bacara steps into the lift as the doors open, and you scowl at him, but join him in the cramped space. Though you lean against the wall opposite of him, “Ooh, someone’s being especially bitchy this morning.”
“How is it that every time you open your mouth, my headache gets worse?”
He ignores your comment, “I know what the problem is-”
“Yeah, you keep me awake at all hours of the night.” You grumble.
“You need to get laid.”
Your jaw drops, and you feel your face burn with anger and embarrassment, “That is none of your business,” You snap, and then you turn and smack a button to get the elevator open on the next floor, “I’m going to take the stairs, jerk.”
He smirks at you obnoxiously, and you scoff as you step into the hallway and open the door for the stairs.
Needless to say, it’s not the best start of your day.
Luckily, the day does get better. One of your long term patients is able to go home, and you help a little boy take his first steps after getting prosthetics, and you’re almost able to forget Bacara’s insulting comment by the time lunch rolls around.
Almost.
And you’re beginning to think there’s something wrong with you, because Bacara’s a jerk. To everyone, but to you specifically, but you still have a massive crush on him. And it’s not even wholly physical, you could understand that. He is very attractive after all. No, you’re actually attracted to the fact that he’s able to trade barbs with you without getting tangled up in his own words.
Your day continues normally, and you’re almost in a good mood at the end of the work-day when you return home. And then you see a woman standing in front of Bacara’s door.
You shoot her a curious look as you step around her to get to your own apartment, but it’s really none of your concern what, or who, Bacara decides to do.
And then she speaks to you, “Excuse me,” She smiles nicely, “Do you know what time Bacara usually gets home?”
“Not really.” You reply as you key in your door code.
“Oh. It’s just that we have a date-”
You pause and your heart clenches with an emotion you know is jealousy. On one hand, you can tell her the truth, Bacara will probably be back within the hour. On the other hand, you can be a petty bitch sometimes.
You already know what’s going to win out before you even open your mouth. “I don’t suppose I can convince you to not be so loud at 3 am?”
“I…sorry?”
“The banging. Of the headboard against the wall.” You clarify. It wasn’t, it never is. You’d feel guilty about this if Bacara was literally anyone else.
The woman blinks and then she looks furious, “That wasn’t me!”
“Oh…” You avert your gaze, “Never mind me, then. Enjoy your date.”
The woman huffs out an annoyed breath, “There isn't going to be a date. Thank you for telling me that.” She smiles, or grimaces, at you and then stalks away.
Your gaze drifts to the ceiling, do you feel guilty about that? Maybe a little. But only because you hurt that lady, not because of anything you might have done to Bacara.
A small grin plays on your lips as you step into your apartment. Bacara is going to be irate.
45 minutes later, there’s a knock on your door.
You walk over and press the button to open the door, and see Bacara glaring down at you, “You’re a bitch.”
“Doctor Bitch, technically.” You snark.
He glowers at you, “What, exactly, did you say to her to make her cancel our date?”
“I asked her to keep you from banging on the wall at 3 in the morning.” You reply as you lean against the door frame and fold your arms over your chest, “I may have implied that you had a guest.”
A muscle clenches in his jaw, “I think I might actually hate you.”
“Poor thing. You’ll get over it.”
“Over hating you?”
“Over getting ditched. Mm, maybe you should be nicer to me. And I’ll be less likely to lie about you.” You say with a lazy shrug.
He stares at you for a moment longer, “Fuck it,” He finally says.
And then his hand is on the back of your neck, and his lips crash against yours, and you stumble back into your apartment. He blindly hits the door control, allowing the door to slide shut behind him, and then he spins the both of you around and he presses you firmly against the door without breaking the heated kiss.
Your fingers scramble for purchase against the hard plates of his plastoid armor, and you don’t even consider trying to push him away.
He breaks the kiss, almost panting for breath, and his lips move to your throat, where he roughly bites down, and a noise that’s half a moan and half a curse falls from your lips, pulling a dark laugh from him.
“You taste like caf,” You accuse breathlessly, as one of your hands tangles in his curls.
“Deal with it,” He grumbles against your throat, as he slots his knee between your legs, pinning you in place with his knee and his hips.
You huff and tug on his hair, pulling a pleasure filled groan from his lips, “Fuck you.” You mumble.
“That’s the plan, princess.” He says as his lips move to your neck, where he bites down again, “Gonna cover you in my marks,” Bacara growls against your shoulder, “Gonna make you scream my name. Maybe then you’ll behave better.”
“If I behaved better,” You point out, “Then we wouldn’t be in this position.”
He glances up at you, and then his lips are on yours again, “Stop talking,” Bacara orders as he lifts you as though you weigh nothing, and you instinctively hook your legs around his waist, the plastoid plates of his armor bite into your skin in a way that makes you shiver.
“Are you going to take your armor off?”
“Eventually,” He replies against your lips, before catching them in another deep kiss.
You fist both of your hands in his hair and drag your nails against his scalp, something he seems to enjoy based on the way his hips jerk against yours. You make a mental note for later, and you pull back from the kiss just enough that you’re able to speak, “Take off your armor, hotshot.”
He groans, “Bossy.” He accuses, “Fuck, I hate you. I love you. Why are you so fucking confusing?”
You laugh against his lips, and then you kiss him deeply, your tongue teasingly tracing his lower lip. And then you pull away, “Bacara,” You coo his name and are rewarded with his pupils blowing wide with arousal, “Take off your armor.”
Bacara swallows hard, and his grip on your hips tightens, “Yes ma’am,” He breathes out. “Say my name again.”
You smile at him, and press a kiss just under his eye, “Bacara,” his name slips from your lips in a breathy whisper, and with each kiss, you repeat his name. Over, and over, and over-
And then he drops you on your bed, and you yelp in surprise.
Bacara keeps his gaze on you as he swiftly strips his armor off. The last piece of armor hits the floor in well under a minute, and then he’s back on top of you, pushing you down to the bed under you.
His hands are everywhere, but so are yours, and neither of you have any intention of stopping before you go too far. Everything else can be dealt with in the morning.
#star wars#tcw#commander bacara x reader#bacara x reader#star wars fanfiction#x reader fanfiction#answered asks#spicy fic
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PLEASE give me any world building ideas you have for the caseynardo au!! That art was gorgeous, I’m so curious about it now 👀
Pssst ive got your Elder Gays fix >:]
First off, some lore on various phases in the Husband’s lives courtesy of @lucatea
- The guys have their own loose knit clan of scavengers, but that clan also has an enemy clan, competing with them over territory mainly. This other clan has a tendency of being violent, yes they’re basically the evil dudes in this AU.
- in a tasty parallel to Splinter’s human life, this enemy gang does burn down the boy’s first home, with Leo getting trapped in the burning house and almost dying, for some context a tangent:
- The Gays have a divorce era >:] 💅 it was inspired by rewatching Road to el Dorado and the melodramatic gay breakup in the movie with a song by Elton John ft The Backstreet Boys (slay.) After some time stranded in this new dimension, Leo starts to think that no one is coming for them, while Casey holds on to hope, they are pretty young here but they have already started scavenging. This entire time, they have been mainly looking for portal tech in order to try to get home (the tech does exist, but it’s very very difficult to find and there are just tiny fragments, which makes it very difficult, especially since these guys have no idea what they’re doing.) Leo falls into dispair and grows tired of searching for tech and wants to give up, while Casey wants to keep looking; so they fight, and split up, which is the first time they’ve been in their own, since they stuck together the entire time they were there. Tangent over, back to the fire 🔥
- They spend some time bitter but also worrying about each other. Meanwhile, the enemy clan has noticed that Leo is on his own now and has decided to take him out, cue housefire. Meanwhile, Casey decided to come back, realizing that they need to stick together, and while he’s not far from their house, he’s pacing back and forth, deep in thought, trying to figure out what he’s going to say to Leo and doesn’t notice the orange glow in the distance and the smoke rising from where their house is. When Casey runs through the woods towards the house he goes from the dark and calm woods to looking up at a raging inferno. He runs in and tries to get an unconscious Leo out, but part of the house collapsed and is pinning him down, with most of the weight on his right leg. With the flames closing in and the house filling up with smoke, Casey makes a heat of the moment decision and cuts off Leo’s leg at the knee (which wasn’t too hard since the bones were mostly reduced to shards.) He gets them both out alive (barely,) and manages to stop the bleeding. During the ordeal, Casey sustained many burns (but Leo not so much, the brunt of the flames hadn’t gotten to him, just the falling rubble,) mainly on his arms and back from shoving away the burning rubble.
Casey barely has time to breathe when he has to take Leo and make a run for it, since he can hear the enemy clan coming for them. Adrenaline is the main thing that gets him out of there, considering he’s trying to carry a still unconscious Leo on his back. He flees for who knows how long, trying tend to Leo’s wounds and being paranoid that he might die or that the enemies are still after them. Eventually, they come across an abandoned base, which becomes the home in that painting I did.
Leo pulled through, but Casey felt incredibly guilty about cutting his leg off, so he hyperfocuses on trying to make him a prosthetic which leads to:
- Casey made Leo’s prosthetic. I think that after a learning curve, he’d actually figure out how to make stuff out of the ancient tech, since he is kinda mechanically inclined in the show, with fixing cars and making himself gear and stuff.
He’d be running around putting himself in danger to find parts and worrying the hell out of Leo. But he’d have to constantly worry whenever he’s away that something might happen to Leo (who’s still at the base,) like he’s going to come home and find the place on fire.
- The boys have pets. This world has a domestic Horse-sized dog species. At some point, Casey finds a stray and brings it home, Leo disapproves but Casey does puppy-dog eyes and gets to keep it. But are you ready for the best kind of pet?
Grabcrabs:
Grabcrabs are very smart chihuahua-sized crab creatures and are the most common type of pet. They are child-like and very empathetic, as well as handy. Grabcrabs often have hobbies or jobs, and can be taught to do most things, but are not capable of language. Grabcrabs like accessories and normally wear something reflective of what they like to do. Grabcrabs are often helpers and therapy animals at places like hospitals (they wear little nurse hats.) A Grabcrab cannot be bought or chosen by a person, a Grabcrab chooses you. They can be very mischievous too, but never cause real harm because they feel bad when they do. They are pure little guys and it’s despicable to hurt a Grabcrab. The relationship to these little guys is different depending on what society they’re with; they can have genetic differences because when inside a city, their populations are mostly isolated, and their social roles can be different, with some cities even considering them equal to people while others even worship them.
At some point, they notice a little crab creature following them and after trying and failing to get him to go away, Casey names him Ricky and they now have a crab toddler. Ricky learns basic first aid, and he likes to garden so he has a little sun hat.
Ricky is the best boi. He plays a big role in saving Leo from the fire. When Ricky saw that Leo was trapped, he ran out for help and alerted Casey to the fire by freaking out and running circles and tugging on his pant leg. And when Leo is alone at the new base, Ricky tries to stand guard with a little stick, but Casey eventually gives him a knife. Ricky loves mischief but is also very protective and caring
Ok enough Ricky, we need some angst:
- At some point, Casey gets kidnapped by the enemy clan and he is held prisoner / hostage for some time (a month or two maybe?) during which Leo is losing it. He is furious and will stop at nothing to find him. Over the time Casey is missing, Leo starts to fear that he’s already dead or that they’re hurting him (since these bad guys are very much evil assholes,) so when he finds the enemy base he rips that place up and goes on a rampage beating the crap out of everyone there. He finds Casey chained up in a cell with all his gear gone and in poor condition.
After they escape, Leo takes care of him and he seems to be recovering before he takes a sudden turn for the worst. It was the point where he was walking around normally before he suddenly collapses. He gets very sick and gets close to the brink of death. He makes it but he gives Leo a good scare.
Random tidbits:
- the guys go on date night inside the cities, most often the restaurants or festivals. The cities hold different kinds of festivals yearly, and Casey drags Leo there.
- Casey is better with tech than Leo is.
- The way their house is depicted in that one painting I did it looks very peaceful. That’s because they’re above the treetops, but everything below is a jungle/forest hellscape. They have a massive barrier or electric fence of some kind surrounding their house to keep things out, specifically dangerous animals. In this world, the higher up you are, the safer you are, cities are often built high up in mountains or trees, although some take the other route and try to go underground instead. Most of the dangerous megafauna lives at sea level.
- around that world, you can find ancient remnants of various kinds of tech, mostly being giant destroyed mechs made for fighting. There are also rare labs and facilities that can be found (most are buried underground.) in these facilities is where most kinds of advanced tech can be found, as well as power source crystals (like the Kraang Crystals but smaller,) while the above-ground tech are mostly just rusted hunks of metal.
- the most peaceful times outside of the safe zones are the daytime, mainly early morning or afternoon. Night time is the most dangerous, with midday being close second, since most predators hunt at these times. Midday is also dangerous since it’s when the weather becomes the most extreme, with intense heat waves in the summer.
- Casey kept up his graffiti and now likes to do murals in their house.
- The jungles where they live have many Cenotes and underwater cave systems. The issue is that there is a species of vin that grows across these in a thick mat, covering them completely. It’s easy for someone who isn’t paying attention to fall through the vines and into a cave/cenote/pit, basically any hole in the ground, the boys fall into these a lot when they first get there.
I you have any questions or ideas, don’t hesitate let me know!
#i need to draw more affection between these two#tmnt 2012#tmnt#teenage mutant ninja turtles#tmnt leonardo#casey jones#tmnt 2k12#leocasey#caseynardo#disaster husbands tmnt au#disaster husbands au#sorry for the massive block of text lol#tmnt 2012 leo
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Curiosity
A vash x reader fic, or as I call it, how I react if I met vash the Tampede.
There was silence in the room between the two occupants, after a heart beating chase by some bandits a man in a red coat pulled you into a alleyway and hid you in a little room, or a closet specifically, just big enough for two people to fit with a foot of spacing between them. One occupant, the man in the red coat, had his ear pressed to the door, listening if any of the loud men were nearby, an arm wrapped around the young lady he saved. The lady on the other hand, had her attention drawn to something else, the strange blue prosthetic that resembled a human skeletal arm and hand. Even though she was being chased a minute ago she deemed she’s safe now that her savior pulled her out of the bandits sight. She managed to have the hand gripping her arm let go so she could examine the mechanics closer.
“Ok, I think they’re gone, we can- uhhh whatcha doing?” The red clan man stammered, his attention finally on the small woman.
“I’m examining your arm, what’s it’s made of? Never seen anything made of this stuff?” She replies as she brings the hand she observing closer to her face, now looking at the mechanism between the palm and his wrist, moving his hand back and forth as she watches the tiny wheel move with her movement.
“I’m not sure, it’s ancient technology” he rubs the back of his head with his other hand.
The woman glanced up at him for a second before gazing back down at his hand, messing with the individual fingers, “ancient huh? For something ancient it’s conveniently fits you like a glove, someone had to have made it for you, who is it?”
Vash ears are flushed now, never had someone examine him that closely, sure people asked about his prosthetic but they never persisted like this lady did.
“Anyway, I’m vash, can I get your name little miss?” He attempts to gently shake his hand out of her grip but she holds on tighter, a small frown appearing on her face at his attempt to stop her scrutinizing of his hand.
“Y/n. Nice to meet you vash.” She turns the hand over and notices the fingernails on his fingers “you have fingernails too, and your hand is very flexible, can you move it easily or is it hard to do? What is connecting your prosthetic to your arm vash?” She looks up at him with wide eyes, curiosity and questions swimming in her eyes, her eyebrows raised in question as she patiently waits for his answers. Vash blushes more, she reminds him of a curious child that eagerly asks questions about the world around them. “Yeah I can move it around, I can even feel pressure, it’s connected to my nerves.”
“YOU CAN FEEL WITH THIS THING?!” A shout of excitement startled vash, y/n looks at him with shiny eyes, a small eager smile on her lips, like he just told her that theres a circus coming into town. He flexes his fingers in her hand as proof,causing her to gasp in surprise.
“Yeah, I can feel you holding my hand, to be honest I never had a girl be so eager to hold my hand, your the first one to be so forward with wanting to hold it” he sheepishly smiles, hoping she lets go of his hand soon. It’s nice to have his hand held but he can’t stay in this closet forever to let her examine him to her pleasure, he has to get supplies before he leaves town. “Listen, it was lovely to meet you but I gotta go”
“Wait what!? No! Where you going? I wanna ask more questions!” She whines at hearing he’s not staying longer. Her hold on his hand tightens, enough for vash to winch slightly at the increased pressure, she’s adamant on him not going isn’t she?
“Missy didn’t your mother never taught you to not talk to strange men? Especially hold their hand so eagerly? We haven’t even gone on a date and you already holding my hand like we a couple”
The woman smiles at him with a mischievous look in her eye.”your the one that pulled me in here with you, and you were already holding my hand, so I think it’s you that needs to learn not to drag strangers into small spaces~” she teases him, causing his face to go even redder.
“B-but I was simply saving you from those ruffians chasing you!” Stammering he tries to defend his actions
“And I thank you for your help but you still shouldn’t pull people into small spaces, because then you have this problem like right now” she retorts as her smile gets wider.
“Of a woman holding my hand hostage?” He quips back.
“Nooo~ of a woman eager to learn everything about your interesting limb here! I wonder what other interesting secrets you got hidden?” She leans in vash face a bit as emphasis, having to stand on her toes due to their height difference.
“I don’t have any! I swear! Miss you kinda creeping me out!” He’s now trying to shake his hand out of her tight grip
With a sigh she lets go of his hand, the stampede sighs in relief as he flexes his fingers, checking nothing got damaged in her strong grip.
“Apologies for the intrusiveness, I never seen someone with a cool arm, and there’s limited books in this town, which I already read multiple times but I still wanna Learn more about things.so seeing you had this ancient tech made me excited. It was rude of me to hold you hostage , your free to go.” She looks down at her shoes and twiddles her thumbs.
“That’s okay, thank you for freeing me, but I gotta leave now,bye!” Vash ignores her sad look in her eyes and skedaddles out of the closet, eager to be free from the strange woman.
‘What a weird lady’ he thinks as he heads on to get his errands done.
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5 Times Ghoul Left the Bar Alone, and One Time He Didn’t
Welp, took me long enough. Battled like two weeks without a reliable internet connection but I can’t be stopped. It’s like 32 pages of smut, so have fun reading and if you’re not supposed to be reading try not to get caught. I’m not the feds. Not your mom.
Obviously, written for @cloned-eyes and Ghoul, who feels like he’s become as much a part of me as Odessa is, so I hope they live a healthy and happy life forever and ever. Good endings only for me XD. I hope those who’ve read enjoy themselves, and I appreciate the love these chapters have gotten. You’re all very nice, and made this a really fun experience. Thank you so much!
PART 1
PART 2
PART 3
PART 4
PART 5
PART 6 (Part 1 of 2)
PART 6 (Part 2 of 2)
She liked the look on his face, the one she kept putting there every time she did something unexpected. Magda had been correct about assuming Ghoul’s inexperience, but Odessa didn’t think she’d so quickly come to adore his innocence the way she currently did. There was a part of her that wanted to tease him, to really test the limits of his patience…but she didn’t want to overwhelm him, either. What he had already allowed her to do was more than she had expected.
But she did love his look of wide-eyed astonishment when he set his eyes on her naked body for the first time. Selfishly she hoped it was the first one he had ever seen, vanity giving rise to ego in a way that made her feel wonderfully sexy and desirable.
She sat back in his lap, shuffling closer until she could feel the heat of his cock against the inside of her thigh and her knees met with the back of the couch, preventing her from pressing as close as she wanted. Ghoul held up his hands, back to not knowing where to touch or what was permissible—endearing, if she hadn’t already given him permission to do as he saw fit. But she didn’t fault him for it. This was new to him…and she wanted him to take things at his own pace just as badly as she wanted to push him down and show him everything he had been missing out on for all of his life.
“Surprised?” she asked, setting her arm around his shoulders and stroking his cheek, turning his head to hers. She kissed him, taking advantage of his slack-jawed expression to slip her tongue into his mouth and test the waters some more, curious about the velvety feel of his prosthetic tongue and the clinical dryness of his lower jaw.
He didn’t salivate—that had been the first thing she had noticed, but it wasn’t an issue. Kissing him felt like kissing anyone, just different textures and flavors; there was no getting around the taste of silicone and the faint bitterness of metal, but his mouth was every bit as soft as it looked and she had been delighted to find the plate hiding his lower lip had been removable. It made things easier, which was a good thing because she had quickly fallen in love with kissing Ghoul.
He was sweet and gentle, tender in his explorations and the tentative way he kissed back, like he was still trying to understand how his mouth was supposed to move. His inability to feel as she did likely hindered his progress, but Odessa was patient. She didn’t mind that he was a bit clumsy, or missed the mark, or that he didn’t quite know what to do with his tongue.
“I…I didn’t think about it,” Ghoul gasped as she pulled away from him after nipping his upper lip. “I…you didn’t have to—”
“I wanted to,” she said quickly, getting ahead of whatever nonsense he was about to say. Of course she wanted to. She had made up her mind the moment she had invited him inside, that this was how she wanted her night to end. He only took a little convincing to make it this far and she knew it wouldn’t take much more to get him into her bed. But all in good time—they had the whole night ahead of them, and neither of them had anywhere to be for the next couple days.
Filled with an affection for him that bordered on suffocating, Odessa pushed off of Ghoul's chest and climbed to her feet, stretching a little to alleviate the stiffness that had built up in her knees—and, maybe, just a little bit for show, to watch the way his eyes traveled up and down her body like he still couldn't believe what he was seeing. It was amusing how open he was in his desire for her when he worked so hard to maintain a mask of indifference toward everyone else. She hoped it was because he felt so at ease with her, that he could finally lower those walls he had erected around himself to keep others out.
Aware of his heated gaze against her backside as she turned to the kitchen, Odessa took her time gathering a clean hand towel and wetting it with warm water, making sure all the excess was squeezed out before returning to Ghoul's lap. This time, he helped her straddle him with an eager touch, immediately and curiously sliding his hands up and over her hips to cup her bottom.
"You're beautiful," he murmured, enthralled as he scooped up handfuls of her flesh and squeezed, making her giggle. "I…I mean it. You're th' most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
"Flatterer," Odessa whispered as she tilted his chin up, pressing the wet cloth to the spot between his eyes.
He closed them automatically and held very still as she wiped his face clean of the faded warpaint, until the only apparent discoloration in his skin was due to the scars surrounding his eyes. He really was handsome—she had no thoughts about 'despite the prosthetics' or anything of the sort. He was just attractive in his entirety and she couldn't look at him and imagine him any other way, even though it wouldn't have been difficult; there were thousands of men just like him, wearing the same face, many of them without scars.
But they weren't Ghoul.
"What're you lookin' at?" he asked, laying his head back against the couch as Odessa trailed the cloth down his chest, wiping away all evidence of his earlier release before it became tacky and dry.
"I am just thinking how amazing it is," she said, "that out of the many thousands of clones they are making…there is none like you. Not a single one who could come close to being what you are."
A shadow passed over Ghoul's face and he glanced aside.
"Maybe that's a good thing," he said, shivering as the now cool cloth passed over his stomach.
"If only because I am having you all to myself," Odessa said, kissing his forehead. "You are so hard on yourself. Why?"
She dropped the cloth and reached between her legs for his cock, rolling his foreskin up over the head in light movements that quickly had him groaning again. She could listen to him forever, she decided. His voice sent shivers down her spine every time he talked in that low, rough, raspy way, and his groans of pleasure were similarly stimulating. She wanted to press her thighs together just listening to him; the heat emanating from her sex was almost unbearable.
"E-Easier," Ghoul stuttered, lifting his head to watch her. He stared for a moment, then, tentatively, touched a few prosthetic fingers to the back of her hand, trailing them up the length of her arm. Her skin broke out in tiny little bumps at the contact; the metal was smooth and warm, not at all cold like she had initially expected, and the 'pads' of each finger were textured in a way that must have aided with his ability to grip things.
"Can I touch you?" Ghoul asked, staring at her in a way that made her feel like she was being stripped bare all over again.
“Of course,” she said breathily, “as much as you want. Please. I want to feel you too.”
Any other man might have just gone for her breasts. She expected that, but Ghoul surprised her yet again, touching one of her lekku with both hands, curiosity written across his face as he teased the end, watching it twitch rapidly beneath his touch, then sliding up until he reached midway, where the nerve endings were abundant and far more sensitive. Odessa moaned, leaning into his gentle grip and closing her eyes as she indulged in the sensation, wondering what it was about him that made him so good at knowing what to do.
“I read up on this,” Ghoul murmured, his voice a raspy mess she had to work hard to decipher. “Halfway up is where, uh, you have to be careful—stores part of the brain?”
“Closer to the head,” Odessa groaned as he gave her lek a small squeeze, just enough to make her whole body twitch; he stroked back down in a silent apology, winding the tip between his fingers.
“They’re…unique,” he said. “I like the pattern…it’s different from what I’ve seen before…they’re not tattoos?”
“N-No…the clan my father is from—mmm—all had markings like this. It is genetic.”
Odessa tried and failed to maintain her concentration long enough to keep touching Ghoul, but he seemed just as determined to stop her from doing so. He abandoned her lekku and ran both hands up her arms to her shoulders, then down to her breasts. He hesitated again, but touched one with his left hand first, sliding his last two fingers against her supple skin before cupping her gently. Odessa watched, biting the inside of her cheek to stifle a moan when he thumbed her nipple.
“That’s…that’s nice,” he said, giving her a squeeze. “Always, uh…always wondered how that felt.”
Odessa exhaled on a giggle, quickly covering his hand with hers before he could think to pull away. His curiosity was more of a boon than an actual hindrance. The last time she had taken someone to bed they had been almost too rough; she much preferred Ghoul’s reverent exploration.
“Keep doing that,” she said. “They are sensitive too, especially here–” she plucked at her own nipple, warmth flooding her body when Ghoul repeated the gesture on her other breast “–but if you play with them…it is fun, I admit.”
He snorted, but did as he was told, taking her words to heart and setting both hands to task. He squeezed her breasts like he was testing to see if they were fruit that had ripened, then scissored her nipples between his fingers, watching her face the entire time; Odessa tried to hold back from moaning too openly, but it was difficult when he was so thorough. She had a good feeling that he was storing the results of his experimentation away for later, keeping little notes on her body for his own personal use. She hoped so, at any rate.
"Wish my mouth wasn't so dry," Ghoul muttered, more to himself than for her benefit. "Wouldn't mind…uh, y'know."
His ears burned red and Odessa snickered a bit, cupping the back of his head and bringing him down for a kiss atop his crown.
"Do it anyway," she encouraged him. "It will only feel good for me."
He looked so sweet, shocked like he never expected her to capitulate to his whims. It made her want to give him anything he wanted, to let him do whatever he pleased to her without complaint. Admittedly, the thought of his mouth on her was…she was slick with the thought of it, and of what else he might do if she told him he could.
Patience, she coached herself.
Ghoul snaked an arm around the small of her back, holding her steady with his other hand on her ribs as he leaned forward, pressing his face between her breasts and inhaling deeply. Odessa chewed on her lip and stroked his head, bracing herself with a hand against his knee and arching her back so she could watch him nuzzle her.
"Do I smell good?" she asked, curious about the way he lingered against her for a moment, apparently content to just breathe in her scent.
"Yeah," Ghoul mumbled before pressing a hesitant kiss to her clavicle. "You…always do. Kark, that's not weird, is it? I can't help it, you just always smell so—"
"No, I like that," she said, flushing happily. "If you cannot taste, then it is good you can smell."
The look he gave her was nothing short of gutted, and he buried his face into her neck, inhaling again, a deep sniff that made her shiver with how intense and intimate it felt. No one had ever paid such close attention to her before. She wasn't even wearing any particular perfume (those were even more expensive than they had any right to be), and the rain would have washed away all the stink from the bar. It was just her skin, she realized…that's all he thought smelled good.
"Mmm," she moaned through a closed mouth, hugging Ghoul tight around the neck with one arm as he tilted her back just to the point of being uncomfortable. She felt him kiss her shoulder, exhale hotly against the spot, then kiss her again, where the juncture of her jaw met with her throat.
His left hand found her breast, kneading the malleable flesh until he ducked his head to press a kiss to the swell of her chest. Odessa gasped aloud as he kissed his way to her nipple; his tongue, the moment it touched her skin, was obviously different. Like he had said, his mouth was dry and the bit of moisture clinging to the artificial muscle dried in an instant.
But it was the effort that counted.
She closed her eyes and moaned as he sealed his lips around her nipple and sucked as she had done to him, silicone and flesh soft and insistent in a way that was pleasurable even if it was a little strange. She felt the hard ridge of his teeth against her skin as he tested her boundaries, but it wasn't painful—if anything it only enhanced the pleasure she felt, knowing he was working hard to be mindful of her comfort.
Ghoul made a noise into her skin, a muffled moan that made her bite her lip until she was sure there'd be a bruise come morning. His hands held her in a vice grip, keeping her in place as he tormented her with teeth and tongue, switching from one breast to the other and pausing only to glance at her face to make sure she was still okay with it. Of course she was; the thought of withdrawing consent when they had already come so far was absurd.
"You are so good," Odessa gasped, grabbing the back of his hand as he pinched her nipple gently, rolling it between his fingers. "So good…you are making me feel so hot, all over."
"Yeah?" Ghoul asked, his voice rough with interest as he pulled off of her nipple to press a kiss to her neck. "You like it?"
"I am liking everything you do to me," she sighed. "But I want more. Can I…show how I am liking to be touched?"
"Kark, yes," Ghoul groaned. "I wanna know everything. I…I meant it. Wanna make you feel good too."
He was so sweet and earnest.
How could I ever say no to him? she asked herself as she sat up on her knees. Ghoul glanced between them, at the space where her thighs met, and slid his hands over her hips to grasp at her rear. Odessa smiled and touched his head again, petting him until he looked up.
"Give me your hand," she commanded softly, knowing he'd obey without question. Wordlessly he offered her his left, favoring it for the experience of being able to actually feel.
Then I will make sure he feels everything I do to him.
"You are so obedient," she murmured, cupping his hand in both of hers and kissing the knuckles of his last two fingers. "So good at following orders. You like to be having clear instruction?"
"Yes," Ghoul whispered, the upper half of his face caught in a blush. "You uh…you have me at a disadvantage. I'll take all th' help I can get."
"I will give it to you," Odessa said as she curled his prosthetic fingers toward his palm. She pressed a kiss to the tips of his flesh and bone fingers and then, without warning, slid both of them into her mouth, swiping her tongue over and between them with a faint noise of contentment.
Ghoul sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes widening and his mouth falling open as he watched her. It was a good look on him, a wonderfully innocent expression she wanted to be able to remember. He didn't move while she sucked on his fingers, lathering them with as much saliva as she could; she was already wet enough to go without…but a little more never hurt anyone. Besides, she wanted him to feel as much as she could offer him.
"Osik," he said harshly, in a language she didn't recognize. It was a curse, that much was obvious from his tone, and the sound of his voice went straight to her sex.
"What is that?" Odessa asked, pulling off of his fingers with a parting kiss. "That word? It is not Basic."
Ghoul clenched his jaw, the look on his face curiously enigmatic—blank, like he had to work hard to scrub all the emotion from his expression. Immediately, she understood that this was another subject he didn’t want to delve into, not yet.
“It’s Mando’a,” Ghoul eventually responded. “From the planet Mandalore.”
“It is special to you?” Odessa asked, before sucking his little finger back into her mouth. Ghoul inhaled deeply and nodded without elaboration.
"One day you will tell me?" she teased, tweaking his nipple playfully.
He hesitated, then nodded like he wasn't exactly sure, just afraid of displeasing her. Odessa pulled his hand between her legs and pressed her cheek against his so she could whisper in his ear.
"Say something else? I am liking the way you sound."
"Fuck. Uhm. Anything?"
"Whatever feels right."
"...uh…yooba solus…mesh'la."
Odessa kissed the ragged edge of his ear and trailed her tongue around the shell, down to suck on his earlobe; she felt him flinch beneath her, and then curl his soaking fingers into the tender flesh of her inner thigh. His hand was so close to where she wanted it to be that she clenched around nothing and gave a needy moan—frustrated, but not with him, never at him.
"What does it mean?" she asked.
"Means…means you're beautiful," he said. "I…how do I touch you?"
"Like this," Odessa said, easily maneuvering herself to sit sideways in his lap. She spread her legs, giving him a perfect view of her flushed sex, and reclined back in his other arm. She heard him swear softly as she adjusted, sweeping his hand from her knee to the top of her thigh, feeling out her smooth skin. His touch electrified her in the best way, prickling her skin in the wake of his palm and the ghost of his hot breath against her lekku making her shiver as if she were cold, but there was only the heat of his body beneath her, surrounding her on all sides.
“Watch,” she murmured as she set her two longest fingers against her cunt, rubbing in the way she liked best and slicking up her fingers on her arousal as it practically dripped from her—at this point he could have done anything to her; the smallest touch was going to set her on fire, she knew it, and it would be over before it had even begun. She wished she could say as much to him, but she was so focused on showing him what she liked that the thought slipped her mind.
"This is the most sensitive," she instructed, finding it difficult to talk with the way it felt like her heart was in her throat; she touched herself with two trembling fingers, parting the cleft of her sex to reveal the tiny nub of her clit hidden among her flesh. "This is the best part…but I will like being touched everywhere."
"You'll cum if I touch you there?"
"Yes…but not by itself. It is different for me."
"I'll do anything you tell me," he said, curling his arm around her waist and splaying his prosthetic hand against her hip. "Anything."
"You do not have to worry about—"
"No. I do. I…It wouldn't be fair."
Ghoul slid his hand from the inside of her thigh to her cunt, fingers slipping through the mess her arousal had already made of her. That first touch shocked her, eliciting a gasp that tapered off into a breathy moan as he firmed up his touch, sliding his last two digits through her moist folds repetitively. Odessa flinched, automatically reaching up to hook her hand around the back of his neck. She bit her lip and tried to keep from making so much noise, but it had been some time since the last time she had masturbated…and it was Ghoul.
How could she resist when he was the one touching her?
"Th–that is good," she said breathily, her belly hitching as he dragged some of her slick up and over her clit, using two fingers (bigger and longer than hers, he made it look so much easier than it felt) to part her folds as he set his middle finger to task.
"Like this?" he asked, his voice husky and rough in her tchara as he traced featherlight circles around the little bud of flesh.
"Yes, ahhhh," Odessa moaned, sinking her nails into the back of his neck as tendrils of pleasure took root in her gut. "A–A little faster, please."
He was so obedient, so good at listening to her instruction, and he was so intuitive—she didn't need to tell him to keep making sure she was lubricated, or else the constant rubbing would become painful; he just knew and dipped his fingers back against her sex, collecting more lubricant. She didn't need to tell him that he could stroke her opening and tease her clit at the same time, he just figured it out on his own. Odessa rocked against his hand, moaning softly, barely able to think straight as he kept figuring things out on his own, letting instinct and desire drive his movements until she felt sick with the heat building in her loins and the pleasure corrupting her thoughts into mush.
"You're so hot," Ghoul murmured, sounding about as strained as she felt. "'S like you're burnin' up. Kark, I'd give anything t' be able to feel you properly."
"Oooohh," Odessa exhaled, arching her back as his fingers slipped against her cunt, dipping past her outer lips in a way that made her want to beg him for more. Her thighs tried to close of their own accord when he pressed against her clit, but he pried them back apart gently, with a chuckle that sent something racing through her, making her lightheaded and weak-kneed.
"What else?" he asked in a hushed whisper, pressing his nose against her cheek and inhaling her scent again. "Tell me what else."
"D-Deeper," Odessa stammered, "your f-fingers, please. Inside."
"You sure?"
"Please."
Ghoul ducked his head, pressing another kiss to her breast before withdrawing his hand from between her legs—the opposite of what she wanted! Odessa whined in disappointment, but froze when he lifted his hand to his face, sniffing curiously at his fingers. She stared, wide-eyed, as he flexed them, watching the way her slick strung two together with a thin, dropping thread that glistened like a tiny jewel before it snapped. Then, without warning, he stuck those same two fingers into his mouth and briefly sucked on them.
"Can't taste it," he said, frustration drawing his eyebrows together. "But you smell…you smell amazing."
"Frotz," Odessa cursed, her heart hammering like a piston against the inside of her chest. She reached for Ghoul, snaring him behind the neck and pulling him down for a hungry kiss that felt more teeth than lips and though he couldn't taste her, she still could, the lingering scent of skin and sweat clinging to his breath as he gasped into her mouth.
"Salty," Odessa moaned, kissing him again. "Musky, like I have not showered. It cannot be pleasant…but I wish you could taste me too, I–I want you so much, please, Ghoul…please do not stop."
She felt his hand grip the inside of her thigh again, squeezing and kneading his way back to her throbbing cunt—she groaned when he swept his smallest fingers back against her, then cried out when he pressed deeper, testing the give of her flesh until he found her opening.
"There," Odessa said, squirming in his lap, dimly aware of the hard press of his cock against her hip and the way he grunted as she writhed against him. He sunk his fingers deep, down to the last knuckle, scissoring and pressing them against her inner walls until she couldn’t hold back her moans; her neighbors would complain, surely, but she couldn’t bring herself to care in the moment, not when he was right where she needed him.
“How’s it feel?” Ghoul asked, fixated on the way her thighs trembled. “Am I doing it right?”
He wanted confirmation so badly, and Odessa didn’t have her wits about her to tell him in elegant words that he was perfect and wonderful and so sweet that she thought she could love him if she wasn’t terrified of frightening him off. The affection she held for him felt like it was bleeding over the edges of herself, like a glass filled with too much drink, and everything he said to her, everything he did was another drop breaking the surface tension until she felt like she was going to overflow.
“Ghoooul,” she moaned, lifting her hips, trying to feel more of him, deeper. “Ooohh, please, I am—ahhh, mmm! I am so close, please!”
“C-Can I—another finger? Can I?” he asked, sounding breathless. Odessa’s eyes were already shut so tight, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth as she tried to fight back against the feeling inside of her like…like a band tightening. He had driven her so close to the edge of her orgasm she could practically taste it, and she nodded desperately at his request, blindly feeling for his face to pull him back in for another sweltering kiss that he returned earnestly.
She felt him rearrange his hand, adding his prosthetic middle finger to her sopping cunt, stroking her diligently before attempting penetration—two might not not have been enough to bring her to orgasm, but three felt like a severe punch to the gut, stealing the breath from her lungs and making her cry out hoarsely as the added girth stretched her with a pleasant burn that settled into the kind of ache she couldn’t wait to wake up to in the morning. It was perfect, he was perfect, and all she could do was hold onto him, crying out as he pumped his hand against her, scissoring his fingers and mapping her out from the inside.
“P-please, pleasepleaseplease,” Odessa whimpered, “faster, Ghoul, I-I–”
“I gotcha,” he groaned, pressing his forehead to hers and tilting her until she felt the soft cushion of the couch at her back and Ghoul’s weight against her side. He leaned over her, panting heavily as he fucked her on his fingers, the sound of it obscene, squelching, wet and heady as the scent of her arousal permeated the air between them. Pleasure bit and snarled around her bones, setting her nerves on fire from within until she thought she might actually black out—it was almost too much, too much, and yet she didn’t think to tell him to slow down or stop.
Ghoul’s thumb slipped against the hood of her clit again, rubbing tight, frantic little circles against the general area—not quite right but still pleasurable enough that her toes curled with the attention—and she felt his hot breath against her cheek, then her tchara where he pressed a clumsy kiss that made all the heat inside of her coalesce into one bright, blinding ball that slowly exploded, expanding outward as she finally came on his hand, crying out his name in a loud, drawn-out wail.
Her body drew taut as she shook, legs pressed tight around his hand and wrist to stave off the hypersensitivity of too many nerves alight with too much feeling all at once. Odessa moaned again, softer this time as she rode out the waves of her release as it washed over her again, gnawing away at her like a blurrg with a bone. It left her winded and warm all over, panting as she tried to steady her breathing. Dimly, she became aware of the way Ghoul stared at her, mesmerized, it seemed, by her reaction.
Innocent, she thought, lifting a heavy arm to touch the back of her fingers to the arch of his cheek, so he could feel her.
“Are you okay?” he asked, tilting his head against her hand. “That…that looked intense.”
“I am fine,” Odessa sighed, inhaling deeply. A few stray tremors wracked her frame, but the brunt of her orgasm had already filtered through her; moving felt impossible…but the couch was much too small for them to comfortably lay side by side.
Ghoul swallowed and reluctantly withdrew his hand from between her legs, his wet fingers lingering against her inner thigh and the bend of her knee before he reached between them to take hold of his stiff cock. Odessa inclined her head, watching as he jerked himself indulgently, smearing her slick all over his length with a low groan that rumbled from somewhere deep in his stomach and passed through her. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply—she wanted him, again.
“You were so tight ‘round my fingers,” Ghoul murmured, gently pinching his foreskin and drawing it over the head of his member. “So wet. I didn’t know it felt like that. It was…it was so nice.”
“You were wonderful,” Odessa said, kissing his chest, right above his heart. Slyly she trailed her hand over his pecs and down his stomach, squeezing his side before sliding her hand past his to cradle his balls, massaging them methodically until he choked on his next breath. What was left of the skin tight undersuit he wore beneath his armor clung to his hips, the last barrier between them. She sat up and tugged them down around his thighs, then stripped them from his legs to toss them over the arm of her couch and, finally, curled up beside him to nudge apart his knees with one of hers.
“H-hey,” Ghoul stammered as she forced her leg between his and slid her hand against the inside of his meaty thigh, “aren’t you…aren’t you tired?”
“Are you?” Odessa quipped back, aiming a sultry smirk his way, disarming him completely as she squeezed the muscle she found. She liked the feeling of hair on his legs, softer and finer than the trimmed patch around his cock, or the sparse smattering of hair across his chest and belly. She loved touching him, loved feeling the way his breath hitched and his skin jumped beneath her fingers, twitching like he wasn’t expecting it.
“N-no,” Ghoul admitted, the movement of his hand stuttering as she cupped his balls again, passing them by to trail her nails over his groin and up his abdomen, poking his belly button for fun. He flinched and she kissed his chest again, stifling a giggle.
He gave her a bashful look, removing his hand from his cock and stroking his fingers against her lek, tracing the pattern of her stripes. She watched him, affection welling up inside of her until she felt she could drown in it. He was so sweet, so unlike the hardened man she had met months ago, who barely looked at her, didn’t want to talk to her, who spoke to her like she was a nuisance. It had taken time to break through that tough exterior, but what she found underneath must have been the man he was before the terrible event that disfigured him.
It wasn’t fair that he felt the need to tuck himself away beneath layers and layers of indifference and barely restrained anger, but she could understand why he did it. It was the same way her father acted after her mother died. She recognized hurt and saw the power it held over others…she didn’t fault him for trying to protect himself.
“You want to go somewhere more comfortable?” Odessa asked, walking her fingers up his stomach to tap on his chest. “The couch is too small.”
“Uh…yeah,” Ghoul said. “If you’re sure.”
She was more than sure.
“Come with me,” she said, sitting up suddenly and tugging on his arm. Ghoul frowned, but followed her to his feet, where she took him by the hand and led him to her bedroom. It was smaller than the room they left and her bed filled most of the space; a small closet with sliding doors took up one wall and she had managed to wedge a very small end table between her bed and the other wall, closest to the window. The window was, perhaps, the best part of her apartment; when she opened the shutters she had a view of Coruscant she liked to imagine most people only dreamed about…even though she knew it couldn’t be all that impressive.
At night though, and especially that night, with the storm, it was something special. She released Ghoul and pressed the button to activate the shutters, opening them midway to reveal a one way window that spanned the entire length of the wall. The sound of rain intensified as the soundproofing screen pulled back, revealing the storm still in full swing outside. Lights from neon signs blurred into colored splashes through the wall of water, bathing her dark room in soft lights of blues, purples, and greens.
“It is not much,” she said, looking over her shoulder at Ghoul apologetically, “but I am not minding it sometimes, when it is like this.”
“Better than the view we have at the barracks,” Ghoul said, standing awkwardly at the foot of her bed. “I’d rather have this.”
It’s yours, Odessa thought reflexively, but that was a foolish idea, just things she wanted to say because she felt like giving him anything he asked for and everything he deserved. But the idea of him staying with her, even living there…it was the kind of thing she would have liked, if it were possible for him. She shook herself free of fantasies and left the window, sliding her arms around Ghoul’s waist in a hug that he returned, albeit stiffly.
“I want to do something for you,” Odessa said, pressing another kiss to the center of his chest.
“There’s more?” Ghoul asked, sucking in a sharp breath as she slid both hands over his rear, squeezing playfully.
“There will always be more,” she teased, before pushing him to sit on her bed. “Scoot back, all the way. Make some room for me.”
She followed after him on her hands and knees, her lekku falling over her shoulders and trailing over his skin as she crawled on top of him, trapping him against her pillows and the headboard with a sweet kiss he tried to return with some grace. His flush was back, sweeping down his neck and over his collarbones as he watched her with a wary eye, not quite sure what she planned on doing; this time, Odessa had no intention of cluing him in. He was smart and would figure it out on his own, eventually.
“You are so good,” she murmured, dipping her head to press a kiss to his throat; she knew he couldn’t feel it, but that didn’t matter to her. It was the gesture and what it meant to her, to show him that she accepted him as he was, prosthetics and all. She heard his breath quicken and the sound of him trying to swallow.
“So gentle,” she continued to praise him, littering more wet kisses against his heated skin, “so curious. I am enjoying watching you discover new things. The look your face has when you feel something new, the way you are touching me…I love it.”
She swirled her tongue around his nipple and plucked at it gently with her teeth; he groaned and she pinched the other, feeling voracious in that moment, like she could just eat him alive and drink up all the wonderful sounds he made. He was just so sensitive, all over it seemed, but she especially loved the way he didn’t shy away from the attention she gave him. He liked having his nipples touched, he didn’t try to stop himself from making noises of appreciation, and he was just so…so beautiful. She didn’t think she had words for it, but she teased him with her mouth and her fingers to draw out more of those sweet noises, reveling in the way his hands found their way to her lekku, touching them slowly.
“Ahhh,” he moaned, “hah, Odie—too much. I–I can’t….”
Another groan tore itself from his throat as she pulled off of him to blow cool air against his spit-damp skin, his nipple puckering from the torment. Taking pity, she continued to kiss her way down Ghoul’s body, trailing her tongue over the dips of his muscled abdomen and scraping her teeth over the jut of his hip. She could feel his erection against her stomach as she slid back on her knees, smearing precum against her skin and twitching needily as she ignored it in favor of pushing his legs a little further apart so that she could comfortably lay between them.
“Oh fuck,” Ghoul swore when she ran her hands up both his thighs, kissing the top of one and the inside of the other.
“I have thought about this too,” she said warmly, looking up at where he sat propped against her pillow, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. Cute, she thought, before taking hold of his cock and licking a fat, wet stripe along the underside from root to tip. The noise Ghoul made was new, strangled, and his hands fisted up in her sheets, pulling them out of the careful tuck she had made them in this morning. Odessa sucked a spot at the base of his cock and then ran her tongue against a prominent vein crawling up its length before kissing the moist head.
“Odie,” Ghoul gasped weakly, “y-you don’t hafta—”
“Shhh. Stop trying to deny yourself things that feel good. Simply relax…let me take care of you. Is that so bad?"
"No," he groaned. “Just…you do that and I’m…kark, I know I’m not gonna last long. You’ll get a mouthful.”
“Then I will swallow,” Odessa shrugged, tugging on him lazily. Ghoul whispered another word in what she guessed was Mando’a, but spread his legs a little more and laid back against the pillows to watch.
“You’re a menace,” he whispered, shaking his head.
Odessa smirked and sucked the insides of her cheeks, working moisture back in her mouth so she could drag the flat of her tongue along his girth in a smooth movement that made him grunt. She rewarded his honesty with another kiss, then tilted his cock to her plush lips, taking the tip into her mouth.
“Ohhh. Odie…damn."
He tasted good in that way men did, in a way she imagined she would have tasted to him; salt-licked skin, sweat, and the faintest smell of rain clinging to him where his blacks had soaked through. There was something else there, something she guessed was the scent that was uniquely Ghoul, smokey and heady without being overpowering. She wanted to bury her face between his legs and breathe it in, until she could define it. It was his scent, and for the first time she thought she could understand the way it must have felt to bury his nose against her neck and inhale so deeply; she wanted to do the same to him, just so she’d never forget what he smelled like.
Odessa took him deeper, swallowing past the head and fisting what couldn't fit in her mouth. He was girthy—thick—but not unwieldy. She had known from first sight he was going to feel amazing once inside of her…and she was glad she had been right. Ghoul groaned gutturally as she took him further, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him hard; she snuck her arm beneath his thigh when he shifted restlessly, pulling it against her shoulder and touching him aimlessly, her hand wandering up his hip and over his stomach for pleasure's sake.
"Kri–kriffing hells," he moaned, lifting his hips jarringly, instinctively trying to thrust. "That's a sight. Kark, you feel so good, ahh!"
Odessa hummed idly, swallowing him down until she felt the tip of his cock brush against the back of her throat. She stayed there, breathing through her nose as she bobbed her head up and down, closing her eyes and focusing on the feel of him resting heavily against her tongue. She felt his left hand take up her lek, rolling the very tip between his fingers and sending little shockwaves of pleasure through her; she clenched her thighs together, thinking back to how it felt to be stretched around three of his fingers.
Stealing glances at him when he least expected it was quickly becoming a little habit she enjoyed—like now, when she cast her gaze up at him with her mouth full of his cock and saw the way he stared at her, wincing through a mixture of pleasure and overstimulation, chewing on his bottom lip though he couldn’t feel it and how he refused to close his eyes for longer than a few seconds, like he didn’t want to miss out on watching her.
He was gorgeous.
Odessa pulled off of him with a wet gasp, slathering his length with her tongue and dropping messy kisses to the soft skin connecting his groin to his thigh. She wanted to ruin him for all others, wanted to fuck him so thoroughly he’d never think of anyone else, no matter where his path took him. Selfishly, she wanted him all to herself. He was special. He belonged to her, and she wasn’t willing to let him go so easily after it had taken so long for her to realize how badly she had been wanting him like this.
“I love your taste,” Odessa said huskily. “You are the perfect size, nice and thick. I cannot wait to be having you inside of me.”
"You just say things," Ghoul groaned, "fuck, y' don't know what it does t' me…."
He shuddered, the muscles in his stomach fluttering beneath her fingers in response to her whispered promise of things to come. He had to know—even if he was completely inexperienced he had to know, at the very least, where this all was headed. He bucked against her mouth again when she pressed her lips back to his cockhead, pressing the tip of her tongue against his slit in a tease. His aborted thrust forced him back into her mouth unexpectedly; she almost choked, but greedily took control again and swallowed him back down with a content moan, closing her eyes and gripping him as tight as she dared.
“Uuunnhh,” Ghoul moaned, arching his back and digging his foot into her mattress to give himself more leverage. She tried to push his hips back down but he was so much stronger than her; she could barely move him and the knowledge did little to quell the ache of arousal that had crept back into her loins. She wondered if, another time, he would be open to holding her down and fucking her hard and deep, or carrying her easily in his arms to press against a wall—she shuddered with each thought, crossing her feet at the ankle and clenching her thighs together for the sweet friction that came with the act. She could already feel the slip of arousal trickling down her sex. Kark, he made her so wet.
“Odie,” he gasped when she withdrew again to lave her tongue against his balls, nudging them before sucking a portion of his sac into her mouth. “Fffuuuuhhck. Odie, I’m gonna–I’m gonna cum. Uggh, don’t stop, don’t stopdon'tstopdon’tstop—”
She didn’t stop, not once, not until he started to stiffen up and his balls contracted; she kept pumping him even as she took him back into her mouth, suckling him sweetly, waiting for that moment when he released; the first spurt of cum hit the roof of her mouth violently, followed by more just the same and Ghoul’s deep, drawn-out groan that pierced through the veil of rain pattering against her window and even the distant rumble of thunder. He rolled his hips up into her face and his hand found the top of her head, resting between the bulge of her lekku as he pressed down the tiniest amount. Another thrill shot through her when she thought about how easily he could mush her face and take what he wanted—he wasn’t the type of man, she felt, but it was an attractive mental image all the same.
She swallowed easily, sucking him through it until his moans turned to whimpers and the hand on her head began to push her away rather than hold her close. She pulled off of him a final time, wiping her lips with the back of a finger, and stared as his cock continued to pulsate, twitching deeply against his stomach as though still caught in the throes of orgasm. Ghoul himself lay collapsed against her pillows with his flesh arm thrown over his eyes, mouth open and chest heaving as he panted for air.
“How was it?” Odessa asked, sitting up and running her hands back over his thighs; the muscle jumped beneath her palms and Ghoul let out a little nervous laugh before dragging his arm just over his forehead so he could look at her.
“I’m…I’m s’posed t’ answer that?” he asked incredulously. “I can’t…it was…it was better than I–I coulda imagined. It felt so good. Nothin’ like it. Ever.”
His speechlessness was adorable. Odessa threw her lekku over her shoulders and crawled back over him to kiss him softly, sweetly, pressing her tongue past his lips to tangle against his. He was getting better at meeting her, mimicking the way she moved her mouth against his and answering her demands with the press of his own tongue. It was good…but she still wanted more.
“You’re amazing,” Ghoul sighed when she pulled back to straddle him, sitting against his stomach with her hands on his chest, kneading the thick muscle of his pecs. “I…is it weird to say thank you? I…I feel like I should.”
“It is not weird,” Odessa said, smoothing over his shoulders and picking up his left arm to reexamine his tattoos. “But do not be thanking me yet. We are not done.”
Ghoul let out a shaky breath and touched her knee with prosthetic fingers, trailing them up her thigh to squeeze her hip.
“I dunno if I’m gonna last much longer,” he croaked. “That took…that took th’ wind outta me.”
“You’re still hard,” Odessa observed, after glancing behind her. She reached back and gave his erection a squeeze as if to test it, causing Ghoul to hiss.
“It’s sensitive,” he complained. “Hurts.”
“We can stop. If you are in pain, we do not have to–”
“No. No, I can…I can handle it, just…just gimme a minute.”
Odessa smiled down at him, cupping his cheek and running her thumb against his upper lip.
“Take all the time you are needing,” she said. “I am not going anywhere.”
~~~
He had underestimated her.
In the beginning Odessa was ‘just’ the bartender, and then somewhere along the line Ghoul had begun to consider her more like an actual friend, someone he didn’t mind talking to, someone whom he liked because she didn’t try to judge him or pry too deeply into things that were none of her business. She was polite, somewhat bold, but pleasant and understanding—constants he could rely on whenever he visited 79’s.
But now…now he felt like she had flipped the script on him, trapping him between her thighs and the mattress of her bed, looming over him like someone he didn’t recognize. She was…Odessa was hot, he realized, sexy in a way that didn’t even come close to what he remembered from Rollo’s (and how the memory of her dancing had been completely obliterated by the sight of her naked and squirming in his lap, wet on his fingers as she clenched down on him, crying and holding onto his neck like there was nothing she wanted more than for him to stick his entire arm inside of her and take hold of her heart from within).
Ghoul ran his hands up her thighs from where she sat astride him, marveling at her beauty and wondering, not for the first time, how he had managed to luck out like this. Her vibrant skin, cast almost blue in the neon glow from the lights outside, felt softer than anything he had ever touched before and he cursed his hands, that only one of them was functional, and only half-functional at that. He wished he could feel her.
“I like the way you touch me," she said warmly, smiling down at him with half-lidded eyes, totally unaware of his inner turmoil. He thought she must be tired…but she hadn't complained once, just…just kept pushing him along, further and further like this had been her plan from the beginning.
Realization struck; Ghoul gripped her waist, trying to pull her down but she resisted, her hands planted firmly on his chest.
"Were you…tryin' t' get me in your bed all along?" he asked. "Even when we left 79's?"
Odessa grinned, showing her teeth. He had never noticed before, but she had the slightest gap between her front two. It was…it was cute.
"Yes," she said, triumphantly, like she was pleased he had figured it out. "I had hoped. Not expected, but wanted—badly—for this. It was my intention…but if you had said no—"
"I'm glad I didn't," he said emphatically, an emotion he didn't recognize pooling in his gut. For the first time that night…he was starting to believe her when she said she wanted him, not because he looked like a freak and because it would be an experience, not because she felt sorry for him, and not because he was so obviously lonely and touch-starved that he deserved a pity-fuck…but because she openly and honestly desired him.
He still didn't understand why…but he was beginning to think…maybe it was okay if…if he didn't have to understand. Maybe that was part of what made her wonderful.
And she was wonderful.
Ghoul squeezed the tops of her thighs, memorizing the shape of her so he'd know her even in the dark. He liked the gentle flare of her hips and the curve of her sides, and especially her soft breasts—she had been right, they were fun to touch. He liked the look of them in his hands, how perfectly they fit in the mold of his palm, how he could splay his fingers wide and almost encompass one. He liked her nipples, a shade of green slightly darker than her skin, and he liked the way she moaned when he touched her. It made up for the way she had held him on edge, teasing him with her tongue and teeth until his own nipples felt raw from her attention.
But he didn't mind. He couldn't even think to complain. Complaining would be unthinkably rude. She could flay the rest of his damaged nerves open and pull them like strings, puppeteering him whichever direction she wanted him to follow and he'd go willingly…so long as she didnt stop looking at him like he meant more to her than just another regular at the bar.
"I like that about you," Odessa said, curling over him to press her lips against his forehead. His skin tingled where she kissed him and he sheepishly wondered if it would be stupid of him to ask her if she could keep doing that. He…he liked the touching, he liked touching her, he loved what she did to him when she handled his cock…but the kisses…the kisses made him weak. He wanted to melt into her arms while she took him apart with every tender touch of her mouth against his war torn flesh.
"Like what?" he asked, shaking himself out of his musings.
"Your determination," she murmured against his skin. Her breasts pressed against his chest, distracting him; it was hard to think past the way her nipples brushed his skin and the immediate way his cock twitched eagerly, like he hadn't already cum twice.
"You're th'…th' first girl who's ever touched me," Ghoul said, inhaling sharply when she ground against his stomach—fuck she was wet, he could feel her slick on his abs and it was torture, it was a special kind of hell that he didn't know how to initiate whatever was supposed to happen next.
Inside her, he thought.
That's all he knew.
"I know," Odessa was saying as she held her hand firmly against his jaw and kissed her way to his ear. His hearing aid crackled as thunder rippled through the air, but if he turned it down he wouldn't be able to hear the way her voice dropped an octave when she whispered in his ear, her breath hot and fuzzy and making his heart leap up into his throat.
"But if you are wanting to stop, or take break, we can. I would not force you to keep going. I want to be with you so much…but I can wait."
"I–I don't wanna stop," he reiterated. "I'm fine, really."
"Promise you will tell me if that changes," she said, resting against him. Her lekku slipped over her shoulders, their weight comforting against his chest. He touched her back, trailing his fingers up her spine until he caught her shiver in response.
“I promise,” he whispered.
Odessa kissed him and it felt like a reward, tender and lush and all things beautiful; his entire body sighed in relief and he swept both hands from her shoulders down to her hips and ass, fondling her leisurely. Kissing her, with the way she kept slipping her hot little tongue into his mouth, allowed him to suck a bit of moisture into his cheeks. It didn’t hold for very long, but it made things easier and ‘felt’ more natural—as near as he could tell at least. He just knew kissing was nicer when he had worked up a bit of spit. And she didn’t seem to mind either, just…just kept touching him through it all.
Ghoul groaned and shifted beneath her, flattening himself further against her bed and distantly recognizing how soft and comfortable her mattress was, how good everything smelled—like her, he thought—from the sheets to the pillows and everything in between. It was nothing like the barracks, with thin mattresses that felt no better than sleeping on the ground, threadbare blankets that never kept them warm enough, and flat pillows that woke them up with cricks in their necks more often than not.
He almost felt guilty for enjoying it so much, like he didn’t have any right to any of this while the rest of his brothers were forced to suffer. But then Odessa touched him again, breaking free of their kiss to stick her arm between them, questing fingers brushing against his cock, and suddenly he couldn’t be bothered to think about anything else. There was just her and the way she looked at him, like he was everything, like she wanted nothing and no one else.
"Still sore?" she asked, gently rolling his foreskin up and down his frenulum.
"Uh-huh," he groaned, gritting his teeth at the slight pain that accompanied the pleasure.
Odessa shuffled back on her knees until she hovered over him, her sex so close to his skin he could feel the heat from it radiating outward.
Inside her, he thought again, gathering his elbows beneath him to prop himself up.
He shouldn’t have looked—fuck, it was so hot, the way she played him, her slim fingers dancing on the end of his cock, her green thighs spread over his hips, soft and rounded and so smooth. A phantom sensation cropped up in his lower jaw, like his mouth was watering just looking at her; if anyone was capable of inspiring the spontaneous growth of new salivary glands, it’d be her.
“Odie,” Ghoul growled, feeling impatient just watching her jerk his member like that. “C’mon…stop teasin’. I–I can’t take it.”
“Sure you can,” she smirked. “You are a good boy. You can wait a little while longer.”
Good boy.
He shuddered, her words and her voice somehow connected directly to the nerve endings in his cock, making it throb as precum drooled from the tip, more than he ever produced before on his own. Was he supposed to be ashamed by that? It dripped onto his stomach, bridging the gap with a translucent string that thinned and snapped when Odessa held him still, rolling her index finger over his slit and smearing the rest over his head.
“Osik,” he cursed, running out of words with which to express himself. He felt dumb when she did that, when she did anything that left him bereft of expression, except his ability to moan. He couldn’t hold it in, not when she was so adept at making him feel so damn good.
“You are hard as rock,” she observed. She swiped her other finger through the precum on his stomach and immediately stuck it in her mouth, sucking thoughtfully. He watched, feeling like his insides dropped out of him, like he had just been kicked in the gut.
“Bet you could put a hole in my wall.”
“Odessa,” Ghoul warned through grit teeth, “please. I’m ready. You’re killin’ me.”
“I hope not,” she giggled. “I like you too much.”
He quickly tried to think of something slick to say, something that’d make her giggle again because the sound of her laughter was one of the best things he had ever heard, but she didn’t give him another chance as she slowly lowered herself to sit on him, the length of his cock aligned perfectly with her dripping sex.
I’m gonna die, he thought to himself as he dug his fingers into her thighs and threw his head back, hissing at the contact of her hot cunt—almost immediately it was too much, too hot, too wet, and she gave no quarter, immediately grinding against him, coating him in her arousal in a way he hadn’t even considered a possibility.
It was hot, it was so hot, and she was hot with her breathy little sounds, so soft, and his name on her lips like a prayer.
“Oohh,” Odessa moaned, “Ghoul, oohhh.”
It went to his head. It went straight to his head and his cock and he gasped, arching beneath her, holding her down by the hips so he could grind up against her. His cock moved through her plush sex as she rode his shaft, her fingers still teasing the head, keeping him from disappearing completely every time she rolled her hips against him.
“Ugghh,” he groaned, craning his neck to watch the way her finger slipped against the reddened tip. “Kark, Odie, shiiii–hah!”
She did something then, pinched back his foreskin just enough to slide her finger beneath it—he shouted and bucked harshly against her, his hips almost clearing the bed. He didn’t know how she did it, how she knew to touch him like that, like she was intent on finding all the things he liked, everything that made him squirm, everything he had done to himself at least once before and things he hadn’t even thought about—like that—until she tried them for the first time. It was like she knew his body better than he did…and he would’ve given it to her, if she asked.
Anything to feel like this again.
Anything to feel at all.
“Ahhh,” Odessa cried, “I want you inside me. Please, can—”
“Fuck, yes, finally,” he groaned in response, throwing his dick up against her, holding onto the sweet curve of her hip with one hand now as he gripped the bars of her bedframe behind him with his prosthetic, not trusting himself to maintain enough control to keep from accidentally hurting her.
She sat up again, little frustrated sounds escaping her as she fumbled him, his cock nearly slipping out of her hand as she hurried to angle him toward her sex. Ghoul thrust impatiently, not helping but drunk off the sight of her little hand struggling to contain his girth. She braced herself with a hand against his stomach and bit her lip, closing her eyes as she lowered her hips, this time keeping him pointed straight. Ghoul held his breath, every cell in his body coming to a standstill as he watched her.
Slowly, agonizingly Odessa circled her hips, rolling forward slowly as she pressed the crown of his cock inside of her. The pressure was immediate and immense, nothing like he had felt before, not even when he took to the showers to edge himself and his own grip was so tight as to almost be painful. This wasn’t pain, though.
It was…if there was a life beyond this one, like he had heard from others who were more familiar with different cultures, then maybe it felt like this.
His mouth fell open but no sound came out as his head made it past the ring of muscle at her entrance, only to be swallowed up by the vacuum-like crush of her inner walls sucking him in. His stomach clenched and he curled his fingers against her, the nails of his last two fingers scratching against her skin as he tried and failed to find his voice.
"Frotz!" she cursed, exhaling sharply as she dropped her hand down to grip his shaft near the base. She sunk lower, pausing every inch it seemed, to give herself space to breathe. He needed it too, to devote every last ounce of willpower he had into not immediately blowing his load early. Her wet heat enveloped him like a vice, an all-encompassing pressure that finally squeezed a ragged moan out of his throat.
It felt like forever passed until she released her hold on him to settle, her ass resting against the tops of his thighs and her sex spread wide around the thick base of his cock. Ghoul couldn’t stop looking, light-headed with desire and hand shaking a bit as he tried to scrabble for some sense of self-control before he really made a fool of himself. He swept his hand up her side, tugging the end of her lek and tweaking a stiff nipple, then steadied himself against her ribcage as she rocked her hips.
The movement forced a grunt out of him; he had no words to describe how it felt, but she was bewitching and he could watch her on end for days. She panted, her lips slightly parted and her eyes half-closed, her hands pressed hard against his stomach and chest as she adjusted, making herself more comfortable he guessed. Every movement sent liquid heat seeping into his veins, his blood so hot he felt like he was going to boil to death from the inside.
“O-Odiiie,” he groaned in complaint when she lifted her hips, coming off of him a scant few inches that felt like a thousand, torment compared to the feeling of being surrounded so intimately by the most perfect warmth he’d ever known.
“H-How does it feel?” she asked in a near whisper, her voice hitching a bit as she lowered herself back down, coming to rest again.
“I–I can’t,” Ghoul stuttered. “It’s–ffff. ‘S like…’s hot. Good.”
He sounded like an idiot. Shame rose up—she couldn’t possibly think any part of his inexperienced fumbling was attractive, but she laughed sweetly and tilted his chin up with a few fingers to kiss him. Her lekku draped over his chest and shoulders again and he wondered what it would feel like to bury himself beneath them and hug her against his chest. He bet sleep would come easy, if he could just hold her like that and let her scent surround him.
“You are so sweet,” she whispered against his lips, before licking into his mouth. “Let me take care of you this time. You do not need to be doing anything. Lie back and watch, okay?”
As if he had any ability to offer meaningful input on the matter.
How she could pretend to be so composed was a mystery to him, but it worked to his own benefit when she sat up and began rolling her hips against him in slow, undulating movements that worked his cock like it was caught in a sleeve, massaging every inch, her heat seeping into every molecule until he wanted to melt into her. She could do anything to him, he decided, anything at all and he’d just thank her.
He watched the lips of her sex cling to his shaft with every drag of her hips, her arousal causing the skin of her inner thighs to stick to his groin with a tackiness he reveled in. It was slow and tortuous, nothing at all like the frenzied couplings in the pornographic holovids he and every other clone had watched at least once out of sheer curiosity. It was better than he had ever imagined, better than he had dreamed, better even than Wolffe had said it would be the day he had come back from his first week of leave, grinning ear to ear and sporting a dark hickey on his neck.
Wolffe didn’t say it would feel like this, like something right had clicked into place, or that he’d feel so complete. He didn’t say it would feel like…like everything wrong was suddenly made right, that he’d stop caring about all the things that used to piss him off…like nothing else mattered, except this.
Odessa leaned back, her hands on his thighs as she gyrated, working her hips in a circular motion that almost made his vision black out. The base of his cock bulged as she fucked him over, exercising her inner muscles and squeezing him purposefully—she had to be doing it on purpose, there was no way it was an accident. Ghoul groaned, taking hold of her hips with both hands again, forgetting all about his trepidation surrounding his prosthetic.
He loved the way her flesh filled his hands, loved the sight of the indentations his firm hold left on her, pale spots in her skin that filled with color as soon as blood returned to the area. She bounced atop him a little faster, panting harder, sweat making her skin shimmer; the ends of her lekku curled and her nipples stiffened—her breasts jiggled hypnotically with every downward thrust, to the point where he almost couldn’t take his eyes off them. Every part of her paralyzed him and left him unable to do anything other than lie there and take it, groaning his pleasure at her ceiling.
She pulled off of him again and this time he thrust up, chasing after her warmth, wanting to bury himself so deep inside of her he’d never come out; she moaned as he ground up into her, pulling her back down to hold her in place.
“You’re so karkin’ hot,” he managed to growl, kissing frantically along her lek when she leaned over him. “You’re drivin’ me crazy.”
“Good,” Odessa gasped, digging her nails into his chest, hard, pinching his skin until he knew there’d be marks left over. “It is so hard to–hnn–think. You are so big, so full.”
“Kark, I can’t listen t’ you—shit, I don’t…I dunno if I can—hahh—hold out much longer. You’re so tight!”
He fucked up into her again, thrusting on instinct and going by feel—and it felt right, felt so fucking good to have some control in the situation, where she sat up on her knees and let him move the way his body was begging him to. Ghoul braced both feet against the bed and held onto her waist, thrusting awkwardly until he found a pace that worked—slow at first, easy, long strokes that had her clutching at his arms and moaning his name all over again, clenching down on his cock ‘til it felt like she was trying to rip it off.
“Fuck,” Ghoul cursed, watching her sex spread wide around him as he rocked against her. Her thighs clenched hard on either side of his hips and she stuck her hand between her legs, scissoring her fingers around his cock and spreading her lips enough to show off her clit, engorged with blood, plump and glistening as she spread her arousal over it in rapid, frenzied circles that made her jerk against him. He wanted to touch her so badly, wanted to be the one doing that to her, but he only had so many hands and he couldn’t divide his attention the way he wanted—his next thrust was clumsy, she came down too hard and the clap of their skin almost startled him.
“Oooohh,” Odessa moaned, “do–do that again, please!”
“A–Again?” he asked, before lifting her up, arms straining even though she didn’t weigh that much, and dropping her again while thrusting at the same time. It was much harsher, the sensation more powerful, and the sound they made when coming together made him dizzy with want and need.
“Like that?”
“Yes!”
He could do that. He could do anything she asked of him.
Odessa’s fingers never left her clit as he took charge, thrusting just hard enough that the ache in his groin intensified to an almost uncomfortable degree. Her breasts bounced with every movement, her lekku swaying tantalizingly just out of reach. Her stomach heaved and the wet noise of her fingers rubbing into her sex—shlick, shlick, shlick—embedded itself into his brain.
If he died…if he went back on the field tomorrow and a shell dropped out of orbit and landed directly on his head, blowing him to atoms, he knew he’d die happy, having experienced this…no, having experienced it with her.
“K-kark,” she whimpered, rubbing herself faster, her fingers pressing down hard, like it wasn’t enough. He could practically feel her frustration—he felt it too, on every thrust, like there was a tension inside of him so close to snapping and the fact that it didn’t was maddening. She clenched down on him and he groaned, his hips stuttering to a halt as he ground them together, trapping her fingers against her clit.
“Close,” he heard her whisper. “So close…please….”
His balls tightened and the band inside him stretched tight, a hole tearing through the thinnest part as she caught his eye, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she rolled her hips against his. It was that look that did it, that intense, almost hungry look that felt like another punch in the gut because he realized it was for him, that everything she was feeling was because of him and though he had never had much of an ego to begin with, even before all that happened to him, a masculine surge of pride came to life inside of him, and the band snapped.
“Fuuuuuuh-ck,” Ghoul groaned as he came, his cock twitching inside of her and his hands gripping her hips hard as he thrust into her again, his balls clapping against her ass with a wet slap. Odessa cried out, arching her back as she ground her clit against the base of his cock, collapsing over his chest and pressing her face against his skin as she let out a muffled noise closer to a scream than anything else. He felt her walls ripple around him, then constrict in pulses as she finished, triggered by his own release. The tighter she felt, the harder it was for him to move and he choked, bucking against her desperately as she clenched down on his cock.
He couldn’t hold back another impassioned groan, dropping his head back against her pillows and sliding his hands around the round of her ass, pulling her closer, as if he could somehow open up his ribcage and swallow her inside of him. He couldn’t get enough of her, couldn’t get close enough, even though he was sure there wasn’t a single part of them that wasn’t somehow glued together at that point. He could hear her too, still mewling out her pleasure as they gradually came to a standstill.
His heart felt like it was going to explode with how fast it was beating, like a buzzing in his inner ear that had nothing to do with his hearing aid, something he thought he’d be able to feel if he were without.
“Kark,” he rasped, mouth suddenly too dry as he tried to find words.
Odessa laughed tiredly, still trembling as she caught hold of herself easier than he could, pressing kisses to the center of his chest.
“Oh, stars,” she sighed. “Ghoul…eswo Ghoul…that was…by the Goddess, that was amazing…you are sure you are not doing this before?”
He panted, finally falling limp, feeling like all his muscles had turned to liquid and were bleeding out of his pores. She shifted and his cock, finally spent, felt like it had been fucked raw; a sweet, tender pain lanced through his groin and he hissed, giving her a slight squeeze.
“Don’t move,” he whispered, feeling choked up for some reason. “Just…stay like that…for a minute. I need…I can’t do it again. I’m…I’m wiped, I–”
“I am not moving,” Odessa said, pressing her cheek to his sweat-damp skin. “We rest now. You did…you are so wonderful, so good. I cannot wait for how sore I am going to be in the morning.”
She propped herself up on her forearms and stretched to kiss him, just a little peck that paled in comparison to previous kisses she had bestowed upon him, but for some reason…for some reason that little moment, that innocent little gesture and her content, sleepy look, with her flushed cheeks and her smile and the way she laid against him…it broke him.
He pressed his fingers into the corners of his eyes before the sting of tears hit, but it was too late to stop the way he shuddered, or the strange sound he coughed up. He wasn’t crying. He didn’t cry, not while alone and especially not in front of her.
But his body didn’t care about the shame he felt; he felt tears wet his lashes and drip down the arch of his cheeks. He wasn’t fast enough to wipe them away and she was too close not to notice. The pressure in his throat expanded down to his ribcage and it ached, it ached like it did in the alley, when he couldn’t see anything except Toydaria and his dead and dying brethren around him.
“Fuck!” he said through clenched teeth, frustrated and annoyed with himself for ruining a perfectly good moment. “Fuck, I’m…I’m sorry, I don’t know why I keep…keep doing this, I—”
“Shhh,” Odessa said, cupping his cheek. Her thumb found a tear and wiped it away gently, but another fell in its place and she leaned up, capturing it with the tip of her tongue.
“It’s okay,” she murmured, kissing right below his eye. “If you need to cry, then cry. No one is stopping you.”
“I don’t know why,” he complained, looking up at her, distressed. “Everything was perfect, I’m just makin’ a mess of—”
“No mess,” she said gently, bringing her forehead to his. “Nothing is ruined. I am not upset, not kicking you out—you are okay. You are safe. Nothing is wrong with a few tears. If there are needing to be more, then that is fine too. I am not judging you for feeling too much.”
For a moment he thought he was going to lose control of his breathing, but her hand came over the top of his head and she pet him, rubbing back and forth until his shuddering—he hadn’t even realized he was shaking, fuck—slowly came to a stop.
He was gripping her too tight, he realized, but Odessa just watched him, catching his tears with the bend of her finger and flicking them away or wiping them on her pillow. She…she really didn’t care. She was warm all over, she smelled like flowers native to her home planet, and her voice was so sure, so soothing…he didn’t know why he ever bothered resisting the gravitational pull she had on him, from the very beginning.
“How are you real?” Ghoul asked.
“I do not know how to answer that,” she shrugged. “I am just…me.”
“I don’t know how I found you,” he said, lifting his left hand to touch his fingers to her face. She felt real. Odessa captured his wrist and turned her head to press a kiss to the flesh part of his palm and then laid back against him. His cock slipped out of her and they both groaned, with her finally rolling off to tuck herself against his side with her head on his shoulder and her leg still draped over his stomach.
“Maybe we have found each other,” she said, with a little smile. “Maybe it is the Force…or the Goddess…maybe just good luck? I am not caring so much what had a hand in it…but I like that it happened. You are…very interesting to me.”
“You keep sayin’ that,” Ghoul said, shaking his head. “I don’t get it. I don’t get what’s so ‘interesting’. What do you really mean?”
“Just that. You are interesting, and I want to know you more. It does not have to be more than that for now.”
He supposed she was right. He was too tired to keep trying to get a real answer out of her…maybe it was just a language barrier thing. Her Basic was fine, but…maybe there was a word in Ryl she was trying to translate that just didn’t have an equivalent. He could figure it out for himself, take up those lessons and try to learn as much Ryl as he could, maybe find someone to talk to who would understand what she was trying to say.
Ghoul yawned, exhaustion taking hold of him finally as everything around them fell into a strange stupor. He looked at the digital meter on her nightstand and realized only a couple hours had passed since he walked through the front door. It felt…it felt like a lifetime ago. The rain hadn’t let up at all since they left 79’s and the cool air against his damp skin sent a chill through him. Odessa hummed and sat up, twisting to stretch.
“You are staying the night,” she said, as if to make that perfectly clear. He didn’t have it in him to argue, but nodded and pulled himself up to sit. Together they yanked back the sheets and crawled beneath, collapsing again almost immediately. Ghoul took hold of Odessa’s arm, tugging until she crawled back against him with a content sigh.
“You are so warm,” she mumbled as he pulled her into his chest. “I could get used to this.”
His heart leapt and he tried to think of something to say to that, but she yawned and wiggled in place, making herself so comfortable and small that he couldn’t bring himself to keep her awake any longer. But…he needed to.
“Odie,” he whispered.
“Mm?” came her sleepy response.
“Uh…sometimes I…don’t sleep well. I wake up an’...it’s not always easy. It’s…violent, sometimes. I…I don’t wanna scare you.”
“I am not scared of you,” she said with a little snort. “If you wake up, so will I. Do not worry.”
Reluctantly he laid back down, chewing on the inside of his cheek though he couldn’t feel a thing. She said not to worry, but he did. Now that his lust was sated, now that all the desire had bled out of him (though not entirely; if he thought about her too hard he knew he’d want her again) he could think clearly. There were things about him she didn’t understand, things that had happened to him that made it difficult to get a full night’s sleep, or made it seem like he was…dangerous.
He didn’t want her to feel like she couldn’t have him around.
But…she said not to worry about it, and she was so warm and her bed was so soft, and he was so, so tired. Despite his misgivings, his eyelids felt heavy, like there was a string attached to them and someone kept pulling on it. He yawned, his chest expanding, and finally allowed his eyes to close. The sound of the rain striking the window was a little soothing, he supposed, and the weight of Odessa on his arm felt…really nice.
Don’t worry about it, he told himself. It’s a problem for the morning.
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Hours later, the rain finally stopped, but the storm hovered above the city like black doom. Lightning flashed in the clouds, arcing through the sky to make contact with long, metal rods mounted to the top of every building taller than twenty meters.
Odessa stirred slightly, cozy and tingling all over. Distant thunder rumbled, followed by a much louder booming that rattled the window and dug into her bones, pulling her out of sleep. She hummed to herself, stretching her legs a bit; almost immediately she felt a tender ache between her thighs, followed by a slow warmth that spread through her entire body.
Oh yeah.
Beside her, Ghoul slept on, flat on his back with his other arm hanging off the bed and his legs tangled up in the sheets he had managed to pull off the both of them. She hadn’t even felt him moving. With a little tsk, she tried to pull the corner of her topsheet out from under him—he jerked, and thunder shook the air again.
With a shout, Ghoul shot up, scrambling until his back hit the bars of her bed frame; even in the dark Odessa could see how wide his eyes were and how he looked around wildly, gasping and chest heaving—she almost froze, almost let the sudden shock of his waking disarm her completely.
“Wh-where am I?” he shouted, his voice loud, grating—terrifying.
“Safe,” she hurried to say, crawling over the mattress to place her hand on his knee. He jerked away from her, the look on his face both angry and frightened, and she quickly changed direction, sliding off the edge of the bed to hit the button for her window and then turning on the small lamp sitting on her nightstand. A warm glow filled the room and as the shutters unfolded to their closed position, the sounds from outside slowly abated. Odessa sat back down on the edge of the bed, watching Ghoul as he squinted against the sudden light, shaking his head a bit.
“You are safe,” she repeated softly. “You are in bed, with me, on Coruscant. You are spending the night, remember? It is still raining outside…there is a really bad storm passing through.”
Ghoul’s expression shifted almost immediately, like someone had pressed ‘reset’; all the aggression drained out of him and he hung his head, dragging a hand over the back of his neck.
“Damnit,” he hissed. “Fuck. I…I’m so sorry. I’m sorry, I knew this would happen. I…I’m so sorry Odie. I–I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No,” she said, shaking her head and crawling across the bed again. This time, when she placed her hand on his knee he only flinched. “You were just confused…it is a new place and it was dark. I am sure the thunder is not helping.”
He looked up at her, his face…he looked like a kicked tooka, like he wasn’t entirely sure if she wasn’t about to change her mind and kick him out of her apartment. It was a ridiculous notion, but she had a feeling he couldn’t help it.
“How about we leave the little light on,” she said, nodding toward the lamp. “I can lower the brightness and you will be able to see if you wake up again. Shutters are closed, and the soundproofing will keep the worst of the thunder from reaching you.”
He glanced over her shoulder at the aforementioned things and drew a long breath, his shoulders sagging with defeat.
“I don’t think I’m worth all th’ trouble,” he said.
“You do not think much of yourself at all,” she pointed out, “but that does not mean I think of you the same way. You are no trouble to me…you are not a nuisance. I still want you here.”
He was quiet for a long time after that, staring at her like he was trying to peel her apart and get a good look at what was going on inside her head. Odessa stared back, refusing to back down. She could see why others would be on edge around him; he didn’t blink and the silvery glint of his prosthetic eyes was…unnerving.
But not to her.
“Do you want to try again?” she asked, tilting her head. “I am still tired…and I know you must be too.”
Ghoul stared some more, but then lowered his gaze with a short nod as he gave up. Odessa breathed a sigh of relief and took hold of the sheets, giving them a good shake to straighten them back out before slipping back under. She reached over to tap on the lamp, lowering the brightness to a low glow that still left them with plenty of light by which to see, and then rolled onto her side, wriggling as she found her sweet spot.
The mattress dipped as she felt Ghoul settle behind her, his body heat a familiar thing by now as he scooted closer. She bit her lip, hoping he wouldn’t feel so embarrassed that he couldn’t cuddle close like he was before, but she felt his hand creep under her arm, the metal so smooth as he spread his touch over her ribs and under her breast and she smiled to herself, knowing she had won out over whatever plagued him.
He pulled her against him, his chest firm against her back and his breath hot against her lekku; to her surprise he lifted one carefully, pulling it over his shoulder to rest comfortably. Then, his lips pressed against the back of her neck in a painfully tender kiss that made her stomach flutter.
“Thank you,” he whispered softly, stroking her belly with the tips of his fingers. “You’ve…shown me more grace than I’m used to. Feels rude t’ just…take it.”
“Nonsense,” Odessa sighed, enjoying the feeling of his touch trailing over her skin. “It is easy to be kind. I want you to be happy.”
“...wish I knew why.”
“Because I like you. I want good things for you.”
“...I like you too.”
Her breath caught in her chest and held for a moment before releasing; it was the first time he had admitted it that entire evening, and though she would’ve been a little hurt if he hadn’t felt the same way, she hadn’t expected him to say anything.
But he did and she couldn’t help the way she felt, filled with hope that…that this might not be a one-time thing.
“Ghoul—”
“Jenot,” he interrupted.
Odessa paused, the word foreign to her.
“What?”
Ghoul shifted, squeezing her tight.
“Jenot,” he said again. “It’s…it’s my name.”
“Your…your name is Jenot?” she asked, confused.
“Yeah…uh…it’s what I chose back…back before. When I left Kamino. Ghoul is what…what th’ others called me, after I got put back t’gether. I don’t mind it, either, if you’d rather call me that. But my name is Jenot.”
“Jenot,” Odessa said, trying it out. “Jenot, Jenot.”
“Like I said, if it’s weird, you can—”
“Jenot,” she said, addressing him. “I like it. It is a beautiful name. I am so happy you are trusting it to me…thank you.”
She heard him inhale sharply behind her and the arm around her waist tightened just a bit more.
“No,” he choked out, “thank you.”
He kissed her lek and ducked his head against the back of hers, holding her firmly. This time, she didn’t try to turn around and look at him, nor did she comment when she felt something warm and wet drip onto her skin. She just lay there, idly stroking his arm and letting him take his time experiencing whatever emotion had taken hold. It was his right…and she thought it was…kind of beautiful that she was there to take part in it.
“Jenot,” she eventually sighed, feeling sleep take her as her eyes began to close again. “Such a nice name…I cannot wait…to meet you in the morning….”
His hand fumbled for hers, metal lacing between flesh and bone as he intertwined their fingers.
“I’ll be here,” he mumbled back.
“Good…I cannot wait.”
#star wars oc#clone wars oc#clone trooper oc#friend oc#odessa x ghoul#bad batch oc#bruh this shit almost killed me#my magnum opus of soft fucking#the mun writes
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Ok so…I’m curious about this Becca Calistor girl👀…cuz hear me out, she kinda-
*COUGH COUGH*
anyways I wanna know more about her character! :D so go on hunny, info dump me about this mysterious gal✨😌
[NO CAUSE SHE'S PROBABALY A HOT SECOND AT BEING ONE OF MY FAV CHARACTERS IM WRITTEN OUT SO FAR Dawn's first teehee]
NOW... Let's bring miss Becca Calistor to the stage! ✨️
•Becca was born to a family that had no care for her. She never knew her father, and her mother was one of the leads in a ring of brothels and hotels around Disturbia. Her mama is sort of a 'Mother Gothel' type woman in how she raised Becca, leaving the caring and affection to the other coven ladies [deemed her 'sisters'] while she taught and raised Becca to be a little errand runner and servant to the higher ups around them.
•And Becca being a blue eyed blonde beauty, her mother always telling how lucky she was to get her looks so she's a perfect offering as a bride once she's older.
•Given she was born unintentionally, Becca was forced into a temporary bond till she is old enough to marry and bond with the big boss lady of the whole rings' firstborn son. But until then, she's under the dreaded protection, and trapped their for a good long while.
●That was until she met Daniel- or Danny for short! Danny was a vampire who'd taken a very quick intrigue to the young girl who seemed to quietly follow him around as he went through brothel quarters and it didn't take long for him to take a liking to her.
●Daniel soon became something of and older brother to Becca, and even promised to run away with her and take her somewhere safe where she could be a kid, and if she'd let him, when she felt old enough he'd turn her into a vampire, and be bonded to him in familial blood.
🖤💙🖤💙
•Becca is human, and the only human of the large coven she now lives with. She works as some sort of hunter for them so they don't have to do any dirty work. Wether it be to kill off completion or to get them a meal, she doesn't really care, as long as she gets paid.
•Becca isn't necessarily owned anymore, but she isn't free either. Her brother died before he could've given up his blood, and she wasn't ready to be turned anyhow, continuing to live her life as a human while working alongside her coven leader like a dog waiting for a command.
•She knew Dawn when they were younger! They have some... History... 👀
•She's heavily inspired by David for The Lost Boys, a lot of her personality leans toward his, even if she's a bit more aggressive and gruesome.
•She has a prosthetic robot leg! She lost hers in a bear trap while trying to run away from the brothel when she was younger.
•She has a hell hound. Well, it was Danny's, but the dog is now her caretaker and trusty friend. His name is Ozzy and he's a big ol German shepherd.
•She also has a horse named Vegas, and a bat named Fang. All her old pets She hasn't seen in quite a while after she left Danny's coven once he died.
#Literally love her you don't understand#SHES MY BABYYYY#MY EVIL SASSY LITTLE BABY#cherry answers#cherry rambles#ask#artists on tumblr#original characters#oc#they bite!#art#80s#they bite! a ballad of vampiric disease
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"Echo Reader" for WIP Wednesday please!
Echo!!! In this wip he's wearing the "droid" outfit, my favorite ;)
After cuffing his wrist to the nearby pipes, and placing larger stuncuffs around his ankles, you patted him down and found a pistol strapped to his thigh plate, hidden underneath the cloth kama. You removed the pistol and placed it on the workbench out of reach, not taking chances. Your next task involved feeling along his helmet until you found a latch on the side of his headgear. The mask clicked and lifted upward, revealing his face.
You blinked, not sure what you’d been expecting, but it wasn’t this.
Cheep beeped in binary, tottering back and forth while waving his spindly arms.
“A clone?” you asked, studying the pale, unconscious face. “Are you sure? He doesn’t look good. Do you think he’s sick?”
<He’s definitely a clone! Though I am not sure if he’s ill.>
You crossed your arms. This was far more complicated than a simple thief sneaking into your repair shop.
“I thought they all worked for the Empire. This one doesn’t seem Imperial.”
<I can scan his wrist implant for information.>
“Do it.”
The grey and yellow astromech rolled forward, a blue light bathing the clone’s arm where he scanned it. After a moment, he beeped in distress.
<The clone doesn’t have an implant!>
“That’s because it was removed.”
You gave an undignified squawk and jumped backwards, Cheep mirroring your panic.
The clone was now awake and seemed very unhappy about the new development involving two sets of binders and the removal of his weapons.
You cleared your throat and straightened your posture, crossing your arms over your chest. Cheep mimicked you, crossing his tool arms in place of real ones.
“Are you with the Empire?”
“No. I told you, I’m here to retrieve a droid. That droid,” he said with a pointed glare at Cheep, who immediately scooted behind your legs, bravado forgotten.
“Cheep isn’t going anywhere with you,” you told the impetuous clone, “especially if you’re taking him back to that spice-dealing scum.”
“Then we have a problem, because I’m not leaving without him.”
“You’re not leaving at all! You’re the one in binders!”
The clone removed his hands from behind his back, the binders in fact, gone, and then proceeded to release the binders around his ankles with a simple spark of his scomp link.
You grabbed the pistol on the workbench and aimed it at him, trying not to think about how quickly this was spiraling out of control.
“Stay back!”
Cheep rolled in front of you, pulling out his stun tools and firing them up in a display that didn’t impress the clone. He simply glared at you as if you were the inconvenience, and his patience was wearing thin.
“Put down the blaster.”
“No,” you growled. “You’re not taking him.”
“Are you really going to shoot me to keep that from happening?”
He asked as if genuinely curious. Or maybe he was just stalling for time.
“I don’t want to, but I will.”
He stared at you for a long moment, studying your features with that same consideration, and then he gave a small shrug.
“Despite the fact you’ve never held a blaster before, I believe you.”
You frowned.
“I’ve held a—”
The clone lunged before you could fire, grabbing your hand and squeezing your fingers so you couldn’t grasp the trigger. He moved behind you, yanking the pistol out of your grip and pinning your arms to your chest with his scomp link. You kicked out with your legs, but he simply held you off your feet, taller and stronger than you even with one prosthetic arm.
“Let me go!”
The clone pointed the blaster at Cheep, who was just about to stab at the clone with his cutting tools.
“Don’t do it, droid. The client only needs your memory banks intact, not the rest of you.”
Cheep backed up but sputtered angrily, cursing the clone and the tube he came from.
“You bastard!” you seethed through your teeth, your struggles failing to dislodge you from his grip. “I thought you of all people would understand. He fought in the war, just like you.”
The clone went still.
#tbb echo#the bad batch#echo x reader#wip game#kedreeva#reader is a twi'lek#so glad i got to write for him a little bit
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Hello there maue! Forgot to say thank for the last time I asked you about mixing animals, so thank you! I’ve done lots of animal mixing since then but that’s besides the point.
I have these two characters, Eris and Iris:
The main problem I’m having with them is color. Mainly the rainbow-ish colors in their hair and the use of the black and white respectively. Eris’ problem is trying to put them in more places without making it feel too crowded and Iris’ problem is having them be too close to each other, especially with the hair and ears. Iris is based off a Bat-Eared Fox and Eris is based off a Spring Azure Butterfly. These two are also supposed to be opposites; Eris represents Unity/Protects people and Iris represents Discord/Makes sure people die when they’re supposed to, Also the reason why I did the gold on Eris to contrast the silver on Iris. Maybe they feel a bit off because I put too many colors on them? P.S. Eris’ left hand is a wooden prosthetic so that’s why it has that color, I forgot to put the wood texture on it, same for Iris’ leg.
Any suggestions/tips would be appreciated!
Neat! Man, Iris has come a long way!
I guess my first thought is, if Iris is based on the Bat-Eared Fox, why aren't her ears a lot bigger in proportion to her head?
If her ears were bigger, they wouldn't be obscured by the head wrap anymore, and their colors would be more visible.
For that matter, Eris' wings don't really resemble those of the Spring Azure butterfly. If you asked a butterfly expert to guess the species she's based on, I'd bet anything they wouldn't guess correctly.
I know this is beside the point of your question, but it's just a bit odd to call out specific animal species without making the character designs reflect them. Some pretty key features of these animals are being left out, which will make it difficult for viewers to get the reference without being told. It's like making a zebra-based character without stripes, or a peacock-based character with no reference to the tail feathers.
(I'm also curious how these animals tie in to the "opposite" thing, or how that specific type of fox represents chaos and that specific type of butterfly represents unity, but we'll let it go for now.)
Back to the colors: I think part of the issue is that these very light pastels are being paired with dark colors and shiny metallic bits that draw the eye away from them. It's possible that, as you pointed out, you're using too many colors. Or more specifically, too many hues.
I made swatches of every color that had different variations: Different purples, different blues, greens, and so on, and noted the H (or Hue) value of each in the color picker. Because every one of those numbers is different (though some are close together), it leads to an unfocused palette. It would help to pick a single H value for each color and branch off from there.
Usually I find that 3-4 base colors are plenty for one character, though the rainbow-colored essence of these two makes things a bit trickier. I notice there's no purple in the multicolored elements or wooden prosthetics, though, so unless there's a symbolic/story reason for its presence in Eris' outfit, it might make things simpler to leave it out entirely.
Branching out from these five colors, I first replaced the purple bits with blue (since it's another cool color that's close to purple on the spectrum), then added some green (another cool color) for more interest. Something else I think would help Eris is reversing the pastel and black bits in her hair, so the rainbow frames her face and draws more attention to it through the value contrast.
I also get that the metallic gold and silver bits on their outfits were there to lean into the "opposite" aspect, but the rendering on Eris' gold was a bit distracting from her face. Maybe if the gold bits had a more matte finish and if she had some shiny gold ornamentation around her face (a tiara or a choker, maybe?), that might work-? But then it might also distract from the hair and make things look too busy up there. In any case, experimentation is just part of the process.
(Another way you could make two characters look like opposites through color is by giving them complementary palettes. Disney's done some of this with their heroes and villains: Hercules is mainly orange while Hades is mainly blue, Aurora has blond (yellow) hair while Maleficent has purple robes, and Peter Pan's outfit is green while Captain Hook's is red. Just an idea.)
I hope this gave you some helpful insights in taking these designs to the next step. Good luck!
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k this is (probably) the opening (early draft) bit for another prequel story i'm working on that falls in the villain timeline right after izuku finishes school. I'm not sure if you'll immediately pick up what i'm putting down, but if I drop the current working title here: "Accidental Vigilante" you miiiiiight suspect what's going to happen...
The door swings open, rattling bits of metal suspended from a chain. The sound is strange, and Izuku glances up to see that the door chime is made from bits of metal, loops and flats edges and some rough sides that seem to have been broken off.
It’s vaguely familiar, but he tears his gaze away from the trivial detail before he’s caught staring. “H-hello?”
The shop is quiet once the door closes behind him. Empty cardboard boxes line one wall. Shelves with more boxes, presumably filled, stand in rows leading further into the shop. Whatever employee might be working hasn’t said anything yet, and Izuku peeks back at the hours sign to make sure he hadn’t accidentally stepped in over someone’s lunch break.
“Right with ya in a sec,” a gruff voice hollers from behind one of the shelves.
He doesn’t sound very friendly, but Izuku knows better than to judge someone based on how they sound or look. He takes a few more steps into the gloomy interior.
The lights overhead flicker ominously, but the floors are swept. There are no bits of trash or accumulation of dust. He casually touches a finger to the topmost shelf. Clean.
So the lights aren’t working very well, but otherwise the business seems to be in decent condition.
A shoe scrapes against the concrete flooring as a ladder rattles. The employee that steps into sight is tall and broad, dark-haired and a little (a lot) rough around the edges. “Whatcha got fer me?”
His face is scarred and one leg doesn’t quite fill out his work pants the same way as the other. Izuku briefly wonders if he’s wearing a prosthetic.
He straightens up, feeling like a child standing in the shadow of this hulking guy. “I’m here about the job.” He internally winces at the questioning note in his voice. He’d meant to speak with confidence.
The employee gives him a quick once-over, then crosses his arms over his wide chest. “Ain’t hiring.”
Izuku wilts with a frown. Of course. He nods with resignation. “Sure. Sorry about the confusion. Maybe I can pull the ‘help wanted’ sign out of the window for you, then?”
The man gives him a long look. “You know what we do here, kid?”
He does not. He just happened to overhear a conversation about a possible job opening at a business with an owner that looks like he breaks kneecaps for a living, and that there’s no way any sane person would risk working for someone like that.
Izuku was a little curious. (And he needs a job.)
He glances around as though the answer might be written on the boxes or plastered to the wall. Everything is woefully blank. He turns his calculating gaze to the taller man and says, very carefully, “I’m assuming you do not break kneecaps.”
The man blinks. His eyebrow twitches. And then he barks out a laugh. “Hah! Yer right. We don’t do that.” He rubs harshly at the back of his neck with a wide grin as he shakes his head with disbelief. He turns away with a muttered, “Not here, at least.”
(Izuku pretends to not hear that.)
“Go fetch the damned sign and get in here to take a seat.”
The burly man slaps a sheet down on the table in front of Izuku. He barely refrains from flinching. He skims the form as the older man leans back in an aging chair. The wood creaks and groans under the unbalanced weight, and Izuku wonders how many days it’ll be before it collapses. “The pay ain’t great because we’re a non-profit. I can start you out a couple hours for three days a week until we figure out where you fit best, then I’ll bump your time based on that.”
Izuku’s nerves had fired up when he’d brandished the application sheet. He should have expected he couldn’t just get hired on with a handshake and no paperwork. Every single application that he’s filled out has a line that asks about his-
He pauses, staring down at the sheet. “This line is blacked out?”
“Yeh. Don’t care what quirk ya got so long as you can tape straight, lift okay, and occasionally get our shit to the right location.” He purses his lips and rethinks his words. “I mean always get these things there, but just, ya know, when the occasion comes up.”
Izuku blinks up at him with utter bewilderment.
“Ya ain’t gonna blow up at the first customer that looks at you sideways, right?”
Izuku nervously chuckles. “No.” He’s taken aback to find himself under sudden intense scrutiny and hurries to explain. “I uh- knew someone. Who would do that. It’s um, probably very bad for business.”
He swallows back the lump in his throat and goes back to filling out the sheet. The pen in his hand stutters across the page when a wide finger pokes him in the shoulder. “Arms look a little spindly. You sure you’re up for this?”
Izuku signs his name on the sheet with a determined nod. “I can tape, lift, and deliver.”
“Alright then. Here’s my card so you can add my contact details. You start tomorrow.”
As he’s leaving the clean and slightly intimidating business, he finally recognizes the bits of broken metal being used as a door chime.
Knuckledusters.
AN: i've been burnt the fuck out and depressed about writer's block, so getting this little bit down on paper was like, so relieving. thanks so much for reading
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#midoriya izuku#izuku midoriya#mha fanfiction#mha#bnha fanfiction#bnha#two steps to the left AU#accidental vigilante AU
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