#eule dorm

[azealot]

Eule Dorm (colorized)

Based on this gif:

[everotten]

I'm a fan of this dynamic

[plasterhound]

reposting twitter stuff i forgot about.bgalateaposting and a storch sol

[nevesmose]

I think the Replikas are in control of the gestalts in Signalis. Hear me out.

Sierpinski is a space gulag with replika guards. Fair enough. But then we get to the apartment building on Rotfront where, first of all, the blockwart is a Kolibri. A heavily armed Kolibri on the lookout for spies, who we can see from her computer has access to everyone's medical records and the right to enter someone's property whenever she feels like it:

So in that block at least, everyone lives under constant physical and bioresonant surveillance from the gremlin downstairs. Let's look at the report Ariane's teacher wrote about her:

So communal living with a Kolibri warden is the expected norm for everyone since the Revolution, and Ariane is considered suspect for not growing up this way.

Speaking of Ariane's teacher, there's a comment in the school memory about her:

Eule wipes it clean before she can note it down so I have to copy from Erika

Further supporting this is one of Ariane's notes:

So we can see that Eules are the ones who educate gestalts. Let's imagine that you, a gestalt kid, wake up in your apartment block and head out past the psychic replika who has awareness of everyone and everything in the building. Currently she's slowly pushing her steppy over to reach up to a bookshelf, but still.

Out the door with your gas mask on, remember not to look too hard at the great red eye and off via the metro to school where you can do a little light bullying of the kid with weird hair and then sit down to lessons from a pleasant, friendly Eule who regularly reports to her superiors about your political reliability.

That's not even taking into account the constant possibility of an Ara being inside your walls at any given moment, or the Storch/Star police brutality tag teams roaming around.

So on Rotfront at least, gestalts seem to live in a crushingly regimented culture of constant replika surveillance every bit as sterile and suffocating as the DDR the game draws inspiration from.

No wonder Ariane wanted to escape it any way she could.

By the way, I know Ariane is called the "gestalt officer" on the Penrose but she doesn't seem to have much actual seniority or control of anything beyond her radio communications work. Elster is the one who maintains the ship, and we know that she's dedicated enough to do that to the absolute limits of her endurance anyway no matter what state Ariane is in (😢) so it'd just be a case of ordering someone to fulfil the task they were literally created to do. Almost as if the officer title is a meaningless bauble designed to make the Penrose Progamme more appealing to gestalts.

[mayahawkesfirstwife]

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New Roommate

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Pairings: G!p Sub! Virgin! Kang No-eul x Fem! Reader

Summary: You are No-eul’s new roommate and you find out that she’s different from other girls.

Warnings: Smut, blowjob, loss of virginity, unprotected sex (she pulls out!), praise kink, fluff at end, etc.

Author Note: Lowk only posting this bc I ACTUALLY finished it and I love the ending it’s so cute. This is lowk long asf omgg!! :0 Sorry if theres any mistakes!!

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You finally finished moving boxes into your room, you sat on your knees on the cold wood floor as you dug into the big box in front of you.

No-eul knew her new roommate was moving in today, she was expecting a weirdo but she opened the door and was literally met with a girl wearing a white tank top and the smallest shorts she’s ever seen while you were practically bent over a box.

She shut the door behind her and you turn to face her, face lighting up. “Hi! You must be Kang No-eul!”

She was already in love. Your face was even more beautiful than she could have ever imagined.

You stood up, “I’m Y/n.” You stick your hand out and she shakes it, “Nice to meet you…”

“Sorry about the mess, I’m trying to put my things up as soon as I can so it won’t be in the way for long.” You said, but you notice that her eyes are in fact not on your face as you spoke to her.

But your tits that poked through your white tank top. Maybe you should have worn a bra.

To avoid her gaze on them, you turn around and kept putting your things up.

“It’s fine.” She finally replies, sitting down on her bed.

She sat back and watched you like a weirdo.

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She’d continue to do that weird watching as you do anything at all.

You noticed her gaze darken when you’d do certain things like rub lotion on your legs before bed, sucking a popsicle, change, or even lay on your stomach.

Maybe she’s just a pervert, you were weirded out at first but the more you’d talk to her, she’d continue to barely talk but you kind of loved how mysterious she was.

Soon you’d start to tease her purposely and she’d just shift in her spot, pulling on her jeans as if she had a literal boner.

One time you seen a bulge in her pants, she quickly put her pillow over it and it confused you, maybe it was just her jeans or something in her pocket?

You’d grow needy and horny for your roommate. You knew she felt the same way and you just wanted to be fucked by her at this point.

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Today you walked into your dorm and seen her hand under her cover, hand moving up and down as her head in leaned back against the frame. She was touching herself.

You clear your throat and she gasps, moving a pillow over her crotch that was already covered by the blanket.

“Shit, I thought you had class.”

“It got cancelled.” You lock the door and walk over to her, her bangs were stuck to her forehead and she was panting.

“Want some help?” You bit your lip. She looks away, face turning red.

“No thanks.”

You sigh, “So, what’s your problem then? You stare at me all the time like you want to tear my clothes off. But when I come onto you, now you don’t want me?”

“It’s not that…I promise. I’m just…not what you think, okay? I’m…different.” She said, it was the most she’s ever told you about herself.

“Different how? No-eul, I don’t care. Just tell me. Is something wrong?” You ask, rubbing her leg.

She flinches back, “It’s weird. You’re going to get grossed out if I tell you.”

“Well, show me, then.” You said, she sighs.

“Fine, don’t blame me when you run away.” She moves her pillow off her crotch area and pushes the blanket down.

She had a penis!

Not only that…it was fucking long and thick. Who the fuck could she fit that shit inside of?

“Wow.”

It was hard and the tip was red and sticky, leaking of pre-cum.

“I know, it’s gross and weird. I’m the weird girl with a penis.” She sighs.

“A fucking huge one.” You crawl into the bed.

“I wonder if it’d fit inside of me…what do you think? Hmm?”

Her face is shocked and she is blushing, she grows even harder.

“W-What?”

“Should we try?” You peck her lips and she whines.

You two start to make out, she was a great kisser. You pull back, “Have you ever done this?”

She looks down, “I mean…I kissed a couple of girls and one girl…jerked me off...but that’s it.”

“You never been sucked off before?” You hum, crawling down her lap. “N-No…”

“Can I be the first?”

“P-Please…yes.”

“You’re so fucking hot, No-eul…” You hum, wrapping your hand around the base and pumping it, licking your lips.

She groans, gripping your arm. “I-I…please! Put it inside your mouth, please?”

“Needy baby…” You suck the tip and she moans.

“I-I…just…yeah, just like that! O-Oh my!”

She grips your hair as you take her cock in your mouth, bopping your head up and down.

You look up at her, she whimpers as you hold eye contact with her as your lips are wrapped around her dick.

She groans loudly when the tip of her cock hits the back of your throat.

“F-Fuck! You’re really…huh! good at that!”

You gag once when your nose touches her lower stomach, you breathe through your nose and don’t stop sucking her dick as well as possible.

If it was her first time getting a blow job, you needed it to be fucking fantastic.

“I’m about to…fuck! I’m about to cum!”

Her mouth opens wide into an O shape, she gasps. “Fuck, fuck! Do I…Do I do it in your mouth?” She whined.

You nod against her, flattening your tongue on her cock while your head bopped up and down.

She groans, her hands tug on your hair as she came down into your mouth.

You hum into her, you swallow the warm liquid and pull yourself off her cock with a pop.

You gasp for air and breathe heavily, coughing and wiping your mouth with your arm.

“Fuck, you’re huge. My throat hurts.” You sit up on her lap as she looks up at you.

“That was…amazing. Thank you.” She pants, her hands grab your hips.

“Of course…” You blush, fiddling with your hands.

“Do you…want to do more?” You ask, she nods quickly.

“D-Do you?” She asks, you smile and nodded your head. “I do…”

You stood up from her lap and undid your shorts button and pulled them down and then you pull your pink panties down and she moves the blankets away.

You get back on her lap basically straddling her lower stomach, you pull your shirt off over your head and she stares down at your boobs through your pink bra.

She pulls the strap down, shyly as she looks up at your face as you smile and unclasp it with one hand.

You lean closer, letting it slip off and you toss it aside. You grab her hand and place her palm over your tit.

“Play with them, mmhm.” You nod, she shakily grabs the other boob and squeezes them.

She pulls her hands away and starts to suck on your nipples. “Fuck, No-eul…”

She looks up at you while her lips are wrapped around your nipple, she grips the other one.

“So good with your tongue…gonna have to show me what else it does later.” You giggle.

She nods eagerly, you moan when she pushed your hips back against her cock that rested on her stomach.

You rock back on it, your clit rubs against it and she pulls back from your nipple.

“Can I…put it inside? Please?” She asks, hands grabbing your hips.

“Yes, put it in, baby.”

She moans softly at the name and you lift your hips and look down, watching as she lines her cock up with your entrance.

She pushed the tip inside and glanced up at you as you hiss.

“S’warm…” You hum, she pushed about four inches in and you squeeze her shoulders.

“H-Hold on.”

“You alright? Is it bad? Should I stop?” She asks, you shush her. “Shh, it’s okay. Just give me a minute, mhm?”

She nods, you try your best to get used to her size, her cock was thick. Not only was it thick but it was about seven inches long.

“You can put the rest in now, it’s okay, baby.” You nod, she moans.

She pushed the rest into your tight pussy and she groans as you squeeze around her.

“H-Holy fuck! You’re really tight.” She says, looking up at you while you bit down on your lip, trying to get used to her size.

“You okay, Y/n?” She asks, you nod with a frown. “I’m fine, it’s okay.” You pull a few inches out and slowly slide back down.

“Oh, fuck! You’re fucking huge, you’re stretching me out.” You whimper, squeezing your eyes shut as you continue to slowly pull most of her out before sliding back down.

She lays her head back, gripping your hips tightly. Your slow pace was driving her fucking insane.

She hissed when you take her whole cock down your pussy only to lift it back out and slowly slide down.

She digs her nails into your hips, “Just…please! Can you s-speed up? It’s driving me crazy.” She pants.

“Fuck, i’m so sorry…I just never been with someone so big…” You frown, pushing a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Baby, can you? Can you please just do it for me? I can take it. I just can’t do it myself yet.” You pant.

She swiftly flips you over to lie on your back, you moan when she pushed your legs open wider and holding them in the air.

She slowly thrusts into you, before she slowly sped up. Your moans and whines increase loudly.

“It’s so fucking good!” She moans loudly as you start to rub your clit.

“You fuck me so good…don’t you fucking stop!” You groan loudly.

She moans, gripping your hips while she buries her head in your neck.

“Is it okay? You sure?” She asks for reassurance.

You grab her hand, placing it on your lower stomach. Her eyebrows furrow.

“Do you feel that?” You moaned.

“Feel what? Oh…” No-eul looks down at your fucked out state.

You were taking her so fucking deep that it bulged through your stomach when she’d thrust hard.

“You’re in my tummy, No-eul. You’re so fucking huge!” You moan, she notices your rubbing on your clit, “C-Can I?”

You nod, pulling your fingers away and she used her right thumb to rub on your clit.

“Oh, yeah! That’s so good! You’re so good to me!” You whimper, head falling back against the pillow.

“You take me so well, oh f-fuck! It’s like you were made for me…” She whimpers.

“Y-Yeah? I was made for you, my pussy is all yours! I love to take your huge dick.” You moan, gripping the bed sheets tightly.

“F-Fuck! I’m so close, are you?” She moans and you nod repeatedly.

“I’m about to cum!” You whine.

“Cum around me, please!” She moans, you do just that, cumming around her cock.

She continues to fuck into you until she groans loudly, pulling her cock out to shoot her load onto your stomach and tits.

Fuck, even her pull out game was perfect. She was so perfect.

You both pant, she looks up at you all fucked out, hair messy, breathing heavily as your eyes are shut.

“I’m sorry, let me clean you up.” She grabs a pair of boxers and puts them on before going into the restroom and getting a towel and wetting it with warm water.

She comes back and wipes your stomach clean, you look up at her in awe, “Thank you.” You smile.

“Yeah, of course…” She blushes, you rub her face. “You’re not how I thought you’d be, No-eul…”

She shrugs, “Neither are you…” She replies, you chuckle.

“I really like you.” She admits, you peck her lips. “I like you too.”

“So…that means I can be your girlfriend?”

You giggle, “I would love that.” You said, she nods with a smile on her face.

You peck her lips again and move to sit up, your legs shaking. You sigh, “Could you get me something to wear? If I stood up I would fall over.” You chuckle.

“Oh, yeah, of course!” She grabs a T-shirt of hers from her drawer and hands it to you.

“Uh, you want some of my boxers to wear? Or like I could…get your underwear.” She seemed too nervous.

“Boxers are fine.” You chuckle, she hands you some and you put them on.

“Would you look at that? I think they are super cute!” You say, she nods.

“My clothes look really cute on you.” She says, you lay back on her bed, making room for her.

“Can we cuddle?” You ask, she nods, wrapping her arm around you and pulling you closer.

You pull the blanket over y’all and cuddle into her chest.

“Goodnight…” You hum.

“Goodnight, beautiful.” She whispers and you blush into her chest and shut your eyes, drifting to sleep fast while she held you.

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[menderreplika]

Eule dorm. That's it. That's the post.

Also, that's like... 12 Eules and only 1 mirror..

[gunlicker13]

on signalis characters' voices (signalis spoilers!)

after playing signalis more than once and putting aside the overwhelming amount of feelings this game and its story can and will make one feel, it is easier to notice the more subtle details; e.g. enemies behavior, meaning behind documents and objects, and in this case, the characters' voices.

paying attention to the various living npcs you can talk to, one detail that stands out is that every character has a different tone of voice (similar to undertale).

i like to believe those sounds which accompany the text could represent what each character could sound like; one would expect, since replikas are basically copies, for them to have all the same voice.

well, that's not exactly the case.

here is a video with text and dialogues from all the npcs, without music to hear the "dialogue" clearly. (not all the dialogue is included, only one dialogue per character is present; except for elster as she does not like to speak much).

ACHTUNG: MAJOR SIGNALIS SPOILERS!

the dialogues are in chronological order:

-wounded star unit (STAR-S23?? is her name in the game files) in the aula before classroom 4C in floor B1, S-23 Sierpinski (elster included even if she has two lines);

-Isa Itou in the library, floor B1, S-23 Sierpinski;

-Storch Sieben (STCR-S2307) in the rationing office, floor B2, S-23 Sierpinski;

-EULR-S2312 (probably named Dezember given her number designation; eules in game like to use months as names, using the last two numbers of their designation as a reference) in the nurse station, floor B3, S-23 Sierpinski;

-Adler (ADLR-S2301), presumably in the elevator lobby in floor B4, S-23 Sierpinski;

-Arar (ARAR-S2318) in the vent below the Storch dorm in floor B8, S-23 Sierpinski;

-KLBR-S2302 in the library, floor B8, S-23 Sierpinski;

-Beo (MNHR-S2301) in the third room in the mines where monofilament stockpiles can be found, in the rightmost corridor.

-Ariane Yeong (and LSTR-512, still has an unbelievable amount of max two sentences at once) in the personnel room. floor B2, Penrose-512 (memory);

-Falke (FKLR-S2301) in her own room, found in Home.

you may ask, what purpose does comparing the "voices" serve? probably none, still i wished to know if they were the same sounds for every character or not.

here's what i could find out:

the majority of replikas have a different voice, with some exceptions:

-STCR and LSTR units have the same voice;

-as do STAR and FKLR units;

-a bit more expected, the gestalts npcs we see in the game (Isa Itou and Ariane Yeong) have the same voice.

now, for the fun stuff: by analyzing the frequencies which stood out the most in each "beep" from every character's voice, i could rank them from high pitched to low pitched ones.

again, has no purpose, but the result is actually delightful (to me).

here is the ranking:

1. kolibri

2. mynah

3. eule

4. isa-ariane

5. storch-elster

6. star-falke

7. adler

8. arar

pretty surprising, huh? i'd have wagered for isa/ariane to be in second place, followed by eules; also was expecting for arars to be just after the eules, and have behind them stars, then storches, then adler.

no one is surprised kolibri have the highest voices lmao, but mynah having an almost equally high voice was slightly unexpected but not unwelcome.

what's truly surprising to me is falke having the same voice as stars. i'd have expected something different tbh (stars being the lowest rank of protektors, etc etc, they're silly and stupid and crass; all things falke is not supposed to be).

elster having a deeper voice compared to ariane is the cutest thing ever! (as that post about them says)

that's probably the instance where you can notice the most that there is in fact a difference in most voices.

the funniest thing ever to me is that storches apparently have a higher pitched voice compared to stars, also arars having the deepest voice out of all replika is truly awesome to me (definitely fits).

here are to what musical notes the frequencies corresponded to, in the same ranking as before (visual rendering on a piano keyboard for fun i guess):

kolibri (G6 B6 E7 A7)

mynah (F#6 A#6 D#7 G#7)

eule (F6 A6 D7 G#7)

isa-ariane (F6 G#6 C#7 G7)

storch-elster (E6 G#6 C7 F#7)

star-falke (D#6 G6 B6 F7)

adler (D6 F#6/G6 B6 E7)

(adler has five notes as two close frequencies were distinct from each other, compared to only one in the "feminine sounding" voices. i guess that's how they made him sound different, by overlaying two notes)

arar (C#6 F6 A#6 D#7)

that's it! thanks for coming to my ted talk about signalis voices and listening to me ramble about them :)

[noirtcnes]

im guessing that this is jung-bae. wont be daeho, or myunggi or namgyu cuz they all in the back, im pretty sure. im guessing they send jungbae's body as a warning, and they're slowly opening the coffin to see who's inside, and its jungbae.

so then the guards or the frontman or whoever warns these ppl saying "this is ur fate if this happens again" or similar.

as for gyeong-seok, pretty sure he ends up being a guard?? or something like that, according to some spoilers, but let's see.

idek like, obviously the frontman's cuffed him up. its definitely in the main players' dorms, but something about the lighting, and the odd emptiness of the room has me feeling like the other players are out playing the game? and gihun's been held back?? or something like that. im saying that a lot. but maybe this is the frontman having a conversation with gihun. it couldnt be anybody else, considering how intently and furiously gihun's glaring at them.

but actually, the shoulder's green, so...it's a player?? dang. maybe its just the shaman lady pissing him off again. or daeho, and gihuns pissed off at him.

i dont want to guess. im kinda scared of this picture and its implications. lets move on.

that's not inho. is all im going to say. inho never sits this relaxedly, and inho would never actually sit, because in the first season, hes hosting the games, yeah? so therefore he stands at the podium throughout. never sits down. you could give it the benefit of doubt and say 'doesnt have to be the case all the time' but considering this is the vip's room, and he would obviously be the host unless specifically asked to sit down, i doubt. hes not explaining anything either, cuz theres a chair parallel to him, so hes not sitting across.

so its mostly probably gihun, masquerading or actually the new frontman himself or such, oor junho. but since junho was in the room already in season 1, to keep the plot fresh, they wouldn't put him back there, i know.

no-eul and junho are most definitely meeting each other. absolutely. but who's side they're on, i got no idea. alternatively, it could be gyeonseok, but less of a probability.

y'all can go crazy and add more ideas pls the squid game brainrot needs feed

[winterbunz]

so I've created my own OC Replika model because I haven't been able to stop thinking about her

Meet your new doctor, Turmfalke, or Kestrel! They are here to make sure everyone is healthy, calm, and able to continue working for the Nation. Just try to not make their job harder than it already is...

Overview transcript and extra yapping below for those interested 👇

-- Replika Overview: UMFR --

Universelle Medizinische/Feldsanitäter Replika 'Turmfalke' (Universal Medical/Combat Medic Replika 'Kestrel')

Type: Generation 4 Low-Cost Healthcare Replika Frame: Biomechanical with Polyethylene Shell Height: 160cm

A model created with the health and well-being of the Eusan Nation in mind. These kind and diligent Replikas can perform a variety of medical tasks requiring a moderate level of specialization; they work primarily as paramedics, general physicians, or surgeons. A rudimentary Bioresonance module allows them to accurately assess their patients' emotional state, which makes them viable therapists as well. Capable of treating both Gestalts and Replikas, they are frequently chosen as heads of medical staff in remote facilities.

Turmfalkes will fight only as a last resort, however they make invaluable combat medics. Military variants sport additional bullet-resistant armor plating to increase their survivability in the field and allow them to safely provide aid to soldiers of the Nation.

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The extra yapping part, aka the unofficial Replika Known Issues:

They are specifically made to appear friendly and non-threatening to be a comforting presence to their patients and coworkers, hence their small stature and a gentle disposition. They can get snappy if irritated or tense, but they prefer to avoid confrontation and just be allowed to do their job

Typically placed in charge of the facility's cadre of Eule nurses, which is required for a Turmfalke unit to remain stable and work efficiently. The Eules serve as assistants and companions to them and they tend to bond strongly with each other. Occasionally they might get attached just as strongly to units of other models, too (and holds hands and kiss.... and they're both girls)

Multiple UMFR units can be employed together and even cooperate if the situation demands it, but they have a tendency to 'fight' for the leadership position and devolve into heated discussions with each other (and get nothing done, not very profitable is it?). They work surprisingly well with Gestalt medical staff, however, which allows them to work in large hospitals or rehab centers as well.

While wholly dedicated to their work, they are particularly susceptible to stress and instability/damage that comes with it, therefore must be consistently provided with ways to lower it. Aside from allowing them the company of their cadre, ample personal space in dorms and comfort items (as requested by the specific unit) are advised to keep their stress low long-term

They enjoy doing various paper crafts, napping whenever possible, and reading books about nature

they're short. please put a stepladder in their office

If you've read this far, thank you and I hope you like them <3 I want to post more of her and start working on a proper story & specific characters i want it to focus on so keep an eye out if you're interested in seeing more !!

If you'd like to talk about Signalis ocs with me I am also open to that... blinks cutely

[lostlikesaebyeok]

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✩˚｡⋆⁺₊ pairing: kang no-eul x fem!reader

✩˚｡⋆⁺₊ au: college au – popular girl!kang no-eul x secret admirer!reader

✩˚｡⋆⁺₊ genre: smut, angst-light, tension-heavy, public/private contrast

✩˚｡⋆⁺₊ summary:

you’ve admired kang no-eul from afar since freshman year. she's the most untouchable girl on campus. she's extremely hot, very smart, with a silver tongue that cuts deeper than knives. you’re no one in particular: shy, under the radar, definitely not her type. or so you thought.

when she finds out about the anonymous letters you’ve been slipping under her dorm door, dirty little confessions signed only with your initial, she corners you in the campus library and gives you one command:

“my room. now.”

and then gives you the sweetest aftercare.

you didn’t expect her to read them.

not really. not with how many boys and thirsty girls must’ve tried harder things to get no-eul’s attention. you’re not her type. not anyone’s type. you do your work, you walk quietly, and when it comes to her, you watch from a safe distance like she’s the fucking sun.

and when the need got too sharp. when she wore that black miniskirt with her thigh-highs, when she licked a lollipop in the back row of ethics class like she was doing it just for you, you cracked.

you started writing her letters.

just one, at first. anonymous.

“i think about your mouth when i touch myself. i don’t even need to imagine what it tastes like. i know it’d ruin me.”

you signed it with a single initial and slipped it under her door early hours of the morning.

then another.

and another.

your handwriting got sloppier. your confessions got dirtier.

“i came thinking about how it’d feel if you slapped me.”

“i dreamt about you riding my face until i cried.”

“you'd look so fucking good fucking the life out of me.”

and then nothing.

no reaction. no response. you figured she threw them out, maybe laughed with her friends about the pathetic girl who thought she’d care.

you promised yourself you’d stop.

but the next morning in the library, you’re cornered.

no-eul looks down at you like she’s already won. like she’s just waiting for you to realize it. her lipstick’s a red so dark it’s criminal, and her blazer’s cinched tight over a cropped white shirt that shows off her toned stomach. she leans in close enough for you to smell her perfume. something musky, expensive, predatory.

“you like being watched?” she murmurs, right into your ear.

you freeze.

“i saw the way you looked at me in class,” she purrs. “and i’ve been reading your filthy little fanmail.”

you can’t breathe.

“my room. now.”

you don’t know how you made it there without tripping over your own feet. her dorm smells like her, mint and leather and the warm haze of sex. she locks the door, then turns to you slowly like she’s about to pounce.

“take off your jacket,” she says, voice sharp.

you obey.

“sit on the edge of the bed.”

you’re trembling. heart jackhammering. she’s already pulled off her blazer and tossed it aside, revealing just that tiny white top underneath. braless, of course. the fabric clings to the curves of her chest, the lines of her collarbone, and when she steps close, she straddles your lap without hesitation.

“you wanted this?” she whispers, grinding down just once. “writing those nasty little letters. touching yourself while you thought about my pussy on your tongue.”

you nod. it’s pathetic.

she laughs. it’s dark.

“show me how pathetic.”

she pulls her shirt off. slow, taunting. and then grabs your wrists and forces your hands to her thighs.

“feel that? soft, right? all yours. but only if you beg.”

“please,” you whisper.

“louder.”

“please, no-eul–”

“you gonna come crying to me when you can’t take it?”

her lips crash onto yours before you can answer. her kiss is nothing like you imagined. it’s rough, punishing, all tongue and teeth and dominance. she pushes you down, climbs over you, holds both your wrists above your head with one hand like it’s nothing.

her other hand slides under your shirt. then under your bra.

“cute tits,” she mutters. “these got hard just from kissing me?”

you moan when she tweaks your nipple. she smirks.

“fuck, you're so easy.”

she strips you piece by piece, eyes devouring every inch like she’s starving. and then she’s tugging you up by the chin and dragging you toward the full-length mirror across the room.

“on your knees.”

you obey instantly. she stands behind you, pressing her nearly-naked body against your back, still wearing just the tiniest black shorts and that smirk.

“look,” she commands. “look how desperate you are.”

your eyes meet your reflection. you’re flushed, panting, pupils blown wide. your thighs are shaking and your lips are parted. you look fucked already.

no-eul slides her hand between your legs.

“you want me to finger you in front of the mirror?” she coos. “want to watch how needy you get for me?”

you nod. she slaps your thigh, hard.

“use your words.”

“yes, please, no-eul, please–”

her fingers slide in deep, and you nearly collapse.

she keeps your chin tilted toward the mirror while she fucks you with two fingers, then three. her palm presses against your clit just enough to make you cry out, and she laughs every time you gasp.

“look at you,” she pants into your ear. “slutty little girl dripping all over my hand.”

she curls her fingers just right and you arch, legs twitching.

“no, no– don’t come yet,” she snaps.

you whimper.

“you don’t come until i sit on your face and ride it.”

when she finally does, it’s filthy.

no-eul pins you flat to the mattress, straddles your mouth, and grinds. she rides your tongue like she’s claiming it. hips rolling slow, then hard, then slow again just to make you squirm.

“you wanted to taste me?” she pants, head thrown back. “drink up.”

you moan under her, and she smirks through it, tightening her thighs around your head. you’re drowning in her heat, her scent, her sharp fingernails dragging through your hair with one hand like she’s marking you. she reaches out with her other hand and rubs your clit in slow, cruel circles until you're squirming for more. god, you're such a slut you're already close.

when she finally comes, it’s with a shudder and a hiss and you come all over her fingers too.

she leans down, brushes sweat-matted hair out of your eyes, and kisses you slow.

“you’re mine now,” she whispers. “got it?”

you nod, wrecked.

no-eul licks your bottom lip.

“good girl.”

you don’t even realise you’re trembling until she lifts off you and you try to sit up.

“hey,” she says gently, her voice a world away from the one that ordered you to your knees just minutes ago. “slow. i got you.”

her arms slide under you, lifting you effortlessly into her lap. your legs are still shaking. your lips are swollen. your chest’s rising too fast.

she notices.

no-eul presses her lips to your temple and murmurs, “breathe, baby.”

you try.

she kisses you again, this time slow. tender. no tongue. just warmth. just reassurance.

“you did so good for me.”

you melt against her shoulder.

“fuck, you were perfect,” she whispers. “so good. so pretty. you made me feel so good.”

her hands glide over your spine, down to your thighs, rubbing soft circles into the sore spots she knows she left behind. she hums under her breath, some calming tune you don’t recognise, but it works.

“you okay?”

you nod into her neck.

“need anything? water, snack, another blanket?”

“…just you.”

she exhales the softest laugh, kisses the top of your head.

“you have me. all night.”

she shifts you gently onto her bed, tucking the sheets around you like she’s done it a hundred times. then she vanishes into the bathroom and returns with a warm washcloth. she doesn’t ask. just spreads your legs slowly and cleans you up with so much care it nearly makes you cry.

“this okay?”

you whisper, “mhm.”

she leans down and kisses your inner thigh.

“gonna make you breakfast in the morning,” she mumbles while rubbing lotion into your calves. “i’ve been wanting to take care of you forever.”

you blink.

“…really?”

she looks up, eyes soft.

“you think i’d let anyone write me filthy love letters like that and get away with it?” she smiles. “you ruined me, baby. had me thinking about you for ages.”

your heart stutters.

she sees it. she grins.

no-eul climbs into bed beside you, wrapping you in her arms, pulling your face to her chest like you belong there.

“i mean it,” she whispers against your hair. “you’re mine now. i’ll make you feel good every single day. and when you’re sore and shaking, i’ll hold you just like this.”

she kisses your forehead.

“my good girl. always.”

thank u for reading, angel ♡

＼(´Ｏ｀)／ likes = no-eul riding ur face :)

♡ note:

an anon requested this but it got deleted in my asks :(

the request was just basically no-eul fucking the shit out of you and giving you the sweetest aftercare :)

[schwarzgeier-side]

Another oc you say? You are now psuedo-legally obligated to yap about them. Pretty please?

Uhmuh uhh scrambles through my notes

OKAY SO disclaimer She's not finished yet cauze uh im too gay

But here's my concept for Geier, the Vulture! I know others probably made better Geier concepts but fuck it i love vultures and i wanted to make my own.

Geier units in my head could be something akin to Exterminators , a sort of. Clean up unit as a response to any bioresonant fenomena or any massive "casulties". They also serve as reserve back up in case a Falke goes a bit rouge since they would be made with bioresonant supressors built in. Like an opposite to what Kolibris and Falkes have. This module makes them a lot more resistant to any bioresonance shenanigans but also makes them. More numb in a way? They literaly think . Less sorta. Not in dumb way just kinda. Doesn'r get nosy or curious , doesn't question many orders or things outside of their objectives. They're there to burn corpses and burn bioresonant fuckery. And they do it well.

Im still deciding on the coloring but I'm torn between black motives or orange . NOW A FUN THING is that Geiers have a built in mask! It's very similair to Starling ones but the very small mouth part being the only removable part. The vents on the side serve for better breathing and filtering during clean up and burning. The visor is fully detachable though and ofc is anti heat equiped. They also have canister ports on their backs for ease of attacking the gasoline tanks that hook up to the flamethrowers. Height wise they average between a Star and an Ara and have more animal style hind legs to ease movement for any big mushy places.

Personality wise Geiers are. Scarily calm and blunt. Straight to the point , short stern sentences. They don't take shit from anyone though sdhdh they're built to face off Falkes so they will gladly spar with other Protektors too. Which happens quite a bit as a source of stabilization , along with maintaining their guns and flamethrowers. They don't need much regarding hobbies or stabilization since the supression module already makes them. More apathetic. Makes them kinda loners , squads go up to max 5 with the members of Geier cadre being in the sort of a dynamic where they don't talk at all in their dorm but they will loyaly die for eachother without a question.

Saying all that deep down they are not that bad to get along with , they're just intimidating and blunt. Stuff like a stray Eule asking for help with moving supplies or an Ara needing some metal ripped out , Geiers will help without question. They are just quiet about it. They uh do have a tendecy to come off as extreme , specialy with fresh Geiers reacting to anything suspicious , yanking an Ara from vents on accident or cornering a coughing gestalt dhdhhd , but this mellows out with experience. If any replika decides to warm up to a Geier and put in the time and effort, Geiers are terrifingly loyal and good companions ,just very specific and introverted.

A slight sidenote , since Nation ofc wouldn't like a replika thats fully immune to bioresonant mental checks , the mind and thoughts of Geiers can be accesed through their neuro-ports by manualy plugging in. They have weekly check-ins like that with either a Kolibri or Falke or any of the leading figure at their facility.

Andd some more misc doodles

Thank u for asking btw hhhh it's weird coming out and yapping even more about replika ocs but it's so much fun.

[cell151]

AEON Facility, Heimat

Another day...

Ava, EULR 5279, sighed as she switched off the light in the small cubicle that was made even smaller by the stack of paperwork. After evening of writing up corrections for an incorrect entry into one of the volumes of The History of the Eusan Nation: Volume XI, she was exhausted. Not physically. A Replika could stand in one spot for days or weeks and never feel the type of fatigue that Gestalts do. It was mental fatigue. The price the Nation paid for giving Ava and her kind personalities.

Walking down the dimly aisle, past rows of cubicles and racks of pneumatic tubes, Ava headed for the elevator lobby. She was hoping to get the 22:00 transit and be back in her dorm to watch the late movie before all television broadcasts ended for the day. Turning the corner, she suddenly came to a stop when she spotted a tall figure standing by one of the elevators, partially in darkness.

It was a STCR unit. She was facing the wall and had her arm and forehead leaning up against it. The sight made Ava tense up. A STCR was not an unusual sight but to see one on her floor, standing there silently in the dark made her want to reconsider her choice in exit. But before she turn back and head for the stairs, the Storch noticed her. She didn't say anything, she just stared, her face still obscured by darkness but Ava could make out the small glow of her eyes.

"Heading out?" The Storch asked after a few seconds of silence. Ava nodded. The taller Replika nodded. "Me too. Just waiting for this piece of junk to work." She eyed the elevator doors with disdain.

The Eule ventured closer, gripping the strap of her satchel. "You...work on this floor?"

The Storch looked back at her. "No. I work up on thirteen."

Ava nodded, hoping the dimly lit lobby masked her increasing anxiety. There had lunchroom gossip about what happened up on thirteen. Not that there was much to talk about since no one knew what work was being done on thirteen, which made it the prime target for speculation and theories.

"They shut off the express elevator," the Storch continued, "So I had to walk down a few flights and got an elevator down here." The ring of the elevator bell made Ava jump. The doors slowly creaked open. The Storch ducked her inside and turned back. "You coming?"

Ava could see the Storch's face more clearly now. Rather than the serious, stern expression one often saw STCR units wearing as they stood clustered around security checkpoints, this particularly Storch looked...well, tired. Like how she felt.

"Yes," Ava said with a nod. She bowed her head as she stepped into the car. The car was small but tall to accompany the taller Replikas. It certainly wasn't built for Mynahs, as there was no reason for them to be at the Ministry of Education. She noted the Storch had her hands clenched behind her back. "Do you know what movie is on tonight," she asked and instantly regretted it. Storches weren't known for small talk.

But to her surprise the Storch didn't roll her eyes or grunt, which was the typical reaction she received in the handful of encounters with the Protektors. This Storch rolled her head to the side as if in deep thought.

"The Cranes are Flying, I think." It was a popular war melodrama.

"Ah," Ava said nodded. "I'm hoping to catch it." She paused awkwardly. "How about you?"

"I've already seen it. Probably just read."

Ava was surprised the Storch had been humoring her so far. She decided not to press her luck.

Meanwhile, the slowest elevator in the Eusan Nation lumbered it's way downward. When it reached the lobby, there wasn't a soul in sight apart from the young Gestalt soldier sitting behind the reception desk who eyed them like a hawk as the pair walked past. Ava looked away and walked faster under his gaze. The Storch didn't even acknowledge the man.

The lobby doors opened and the pair was hit with a blast of cold air. It was winter and everything was coated in white powdering snow or thick inch ice.

"It's like Rotfront out here," the Storch grimaced as she braced herself against the wind that lashed at her face. "What transit line do you take?"

Ava paused in her step and looked up at her. "Rohrdamm," she stammered out.

The Storch nodded. "Come on. I'll walk you there."

The Eule blinked. "Do you ride the same line?"

"Haselhorst," the Storch said with a shake of her head. "But that line runs until 01:00 so I won't miss it." The tall Replika walked a few long paces and then paused. She turned back. "You coming?"

Ava nodded and followed after her. As she walked alongside, she noted dark stains on the Storch's hand. It looked like...Ava turned her gaze forward. No one talks about the thirteenth floor, she reminded herself.

"Well, here I am," Ava announced as the entrance to the metro came into sight.

"Right," the Storch acknowledged, her long legs shuffling awkwardly.

"I'm Ava."

"Petra."

"Well...guess I'll see you around work?"

For a moment, a look of confusion formed on Petra's face as if the concept was unfathomable to her. But realization seemed to pass over her. "Oh...yes. Quite possibly." Train cars rumbled overhead. "Goodnight comrade."

"Goodnight." Ava gave her a wave which Petra acknowledged before turning away. She saw the Storch hold her hands close to her body as she walked away. Ava watched the retreating figure a moment longer before turning towards the entrance to the metro.

"And so ends our broadcast day. Goodnight comrades. Glory to the Eusan Nation," the TV announcer said as the movie credits faded to a footage of different planets with the Nation flag superimposed over it. After a series of short electronicbeeps, the screen went dark.

Ava climbed out of bed and switched off the television. As she got back into bed, she could hear the movement of her sisters in the next apartment over. As she got settled into bed, she reached over to her nightstand and switched on the small portable radio she bought with the rations she had saved up. She drifted off to sleep as "Gymnopedie" played.

With a grunt, Petra tossed the book onto the nightstand and switched off the overhead light. She couldn't focus on reading tonight. Pulling the blankets over her, she stared up at the dark ceiling. She raised her hands upward until they were illuminated by the glow of the city lights outside. She stared at them. It took a while for her to clean the blood off them.

Once again, she tried to figure out a way to get herself reassigned rather than decommissioned. Unfortunately the latter seemed most likely given no one liked a machine that can't do the job that it was built for.

Petra's hands fell back upon the bed. Her eyes started to close as she slipped into a uncomfortable sleep, trying the block out the sights and sounds of her job. Since the day she was given her current assignment they had plagued her dreams. The only pleasant image she managed to conjure up was that of the Eule she encountered while exiting the building.

Leave her alone, Petra's internal thoughts warned her, Don't get involved. It's better that way.

Her memory won out as she held onto the image of Ava standing in the falling snow waving to her.

To be continued...

[fischlich]

pondering corrupted storches....... im stroking my wizard beard deep in contemplation. this straight up might make zero sense but eurm. i dont think theyre real! at least not in the same way the corrupted eules, mynahs, and stars are i'm under the belief that sierpinski is currently the only place being Fleshed for Real. nowhere is straight up noneuclidian and also at the bottom of a mine and rotfront seems to take place during ariane's time there. also ariane's room is straight up in the wall and the train still runs despite the Flesh i say this because corrupted storches only appear in nowhere and rotfront! at least if my memory is correct that is.. not to mention theyre a bit more? Weird? than the other corrupteds. the stars, eules, and mynahs are all visibly "oh yeah that guy got fleshed. shucks." but storches have an entire leg sticking out of their face, not to mention that leg looks different from their actual legs (for example, it isn't jointed!). How does that even Get there?

while I can definitely see the argument that it's just even More proof that reality is breaking down and both nowhere and rotfront are the result of reality eroding into flesh thanks to ariane, I think its more fun to consider it an off-branch dimension like the red desert that can distort reality as it pleases, including making storches grow legs for faces! In the "normal" dimension, Sierpinski is the only place fleshed, nowhere doesn't exist, and rotfront is proudly flesh-free. Or it could be that ariane pulled those places from space and time and fleshed them in the off-branch dimension and theyre just Missing from the normal one. I don't know. I'm just trying to figure out why there's no corrupted storches on Sierpinski when we see a dorm room full of dead ones ripe for the fleshening. and it's not that replikas can't be fleshed once they're dead, on the worker floor at the beginning of the game there's two visibly dead and not-fleshed eules who become corrupted eules later on.

so why not the storches? why do they only appear corrupted in nowhere and rotfront? i can tell you..... let me get my tinfoil hat on first... its because they don't exist! and neither does nowhere or rotfront! at least not in our dimension! love wins! this probably makes no sense sorry i ponder this game so often

[hummingjay]

Check it out on Wattpad too. I'll also be posting it on AO3 if my account gets approved! Note: Rabengeiers belong to @sosadraws. Check her post out, it's real good.

Chapter 1

Magazin adjusted her hair, looking into the mirror. She kept it in a ponytail, which was hard at first, seeing as she has rather short hair, but eventually she asked a Eule to teach her how to put it up. The other starlings in the cadre teased her a bit, but she didn’t mind all too much. It was only friendly teasing, and her hair might as well be the only form of individuality she could get. All starlings had the same face, same body, and until a fair bit of time passed, the same personality, with few exceptions. It was rather pretty face, she had to admit, so she found it hard to complain, but still, it was nice to have something other than her designation to define her.

She washed her face, trying to wake up a bit more. She slept in this morning, so going to the cafeteria for coffee would hardly be possible with what time she had. Instead, she used the coldest water the sink would spout and thoroughly rinsed her face, hoping the cold fluid would help awaken her. Truth be told, refreshing as it was, she didn’t feel much better.

Magazin sighed and walked out the bathroom door, striding back into the STAR dorm for her gear. Most of the other starlings were already out and about, some at the cafeteria finishing breakfast, some already on patrol. She nodded at another tired looking starling, Clip, her name was, as she walked in. She just finished the night shift, and looked it too. Clip threw off her armor, tossing it to the side of her bunk, grunting a greeting. “Morning, Magz.”

“Long night?” Magazin asked.

“Every night.”

Clip flopped onto her bunk, tossing her blanket over her tall frame. Magazin knew she meant well, and was always tired in the morning. She’d be much more chipper in the evening, having slept.

Magazin picked up Clip’s discarded armor and hung it on its respective rack. The last thing she needed was another memo from their Adler or some other authority figure about the “near-hazardous living space of the Protektor force.”, as amusing as it was to see the resident Adler scrunch his face in disgust at the sight of empty cans and unmade beds, she’d rather not upset him. Besides, he was rather easy get along with. Though Magazin couldn’t remember his name for the life of her, she did remember a lengthy conversation about fountain pens, and he was much nicer than the other units make him sound.

She donned her own armor, picking her pistol from the safe. She loaded it, making sure the safety was on before she cocked and holstered it. It was protocol to fully unload the gun before putting it in the safe for curfew. Any incidents were severely punished, and rightly so. Getting accidentally shot by a friendly gun was never in anyone’s to-do list, not that getting shot at all was a great idea. After making sure her cap was on right, she headed out the door.

The familiar bustle of the Kitezh Supply and Communications facility, more officially called M-01 Möbius, was an odd yet present comfort. Armed gestalt soldiers quickly strolled through the halls, some wounded, others carrying large crates, presumably food supplies or ammunition. Storches passed the gestalts easily, their speed attributed to their natural longer strides. Every now and then she’d pass a fellow starling, either standing guard or walking to whatever job was tasked onto them. She wasn’t the most popular in the cadre but she certainly wasn’t unpopular either, so she gets nods and even a tip of a hat or two as she walks by.

Magazin eventually reaches her guard post, nodding at the tired-looking starling already standing guard. She gives Magazin a pat on the shoulder, walking towards the dorms.

Magazin stands guard, watching the corridor. It’s the same experience every day, soldiers and Eules and gestalt janitors and repair workers passing by. She didn’t mind, usually. The Eules always brought with them a sort of air of joy, always smiling, sometimes even laughing as they pass by. The gestalts tended to steer clear of her, which ultimately made sense. It was her job to keep them in line, and as a protektor who towered over them, she was intimidating and she knew it. Then of course there were the rabengeiers. Black Vultures. These replikas dealt with potentionally hazardous biowaste, and that meant bodies. And at M-01 Möbius, there were lots of bodies. Acting as one of the main relay points on the frontline, between imperial raids and being the point where bodies are kept before being shipped to whatever their home world is- or was, corpses were common at the facility. Rabengeiers were nice enough, but seeing someone cart a tarp-covered corpse while covered in their white and blue hazmat suits, red eye receptors glinting behind their goggles, it was hard not to be intimidated. On a good day they carted around an intact body under a tarp. On a bad one it was hard to tell the difference between a normal trash bag and whatever mess of limbs was inside the body bag. At least it would be if not for the blood that leaked into the pristine white table. Security was rough but Magazin did not envy them.

Above her, Magazin could hear noises in the ceiling. Not just footsteps from the upper floors, either. It was likely an Ara unit, maybe two, clambering from one end of the vent to the other. The clambering stopped not far from Magazins spot, while more noise furthered on. The vent creaked open, and an Ara unit popped out, upside down, grinning and using one hand to hold her hat to her head, even though she could have buckled it properly.

“Good morning, Magzie”

The Ara unit was at eye level, hanging from the vent. Magazin didn’t even have to look up.

“Kupfer.” She said, greeting her. “What’s today’s haul?”

Kupfer reached into her bag, which she kept firmly clipped onto her belt, pulling out a candy bar.

“Caramel this time.”

For reasons Magazin never did understand, Kupfer had taken a liking to her. An oddity, considering Aras are unsociable most times, and talking to them at all is rare since they’re in the vents the vast majority of the day.

Kupfer passed the bar over, the wrapper crinkling under her fingers. Kupfer was dating one of the kitchen Eules, a rather sweet one named Nelke who worked in the kitchens. She kept Kupfer well stocked with whatever leftovers were there.

Magazin unwrapped the bar, taking a bite. Caramel oozed from the inside of the bar and into her mouth.

“How’d you get your hands on this one?” Magazin asked, covering her mouth with one hand. “The caramels always get sold out so fast.”

“Nelke saved them for me.” Kupfer pulled out her own candy bar and took a bite. How she was comfortable eating upside down was a mystery to her. Kupfer finished the bar in two bites, wiping her mouth with her hand. She managed to wipe away a chocolate crumb and smudge the soot covering her face. For some reason the Ara unit always had soot or some other mechanical excrete on her face. Sometimes oil, sometimes even sawdust, though Aras aren’t even meant to work with wood. Try as Magazin might, Nelke was the only one who could get Kupfer to clean her face off.

“She told me to bring one for you too.”

“That’s really nice of her. I didn’t know she knew about me.”

“Oh, I told her all about you.”

“Really now?”

“Sure.” Kupfer tossed the crumpled wrapper into a trash bin. Admittedly a good throw. “All good things. You’re the only protektkor that actually talks to me.”

“Well, so long as you make me sound cool.”

“Not as cool as me, but pretty close.” Kupfer twisted around, falling from the vent and hanging on with both hands as Magazin finished her bar and pocketed the wrapper. Hanging from the ceiling, the shorter unit was still just about eye level.

“Wanna know what a little birdie told me?” She grinned at Magazin, who raised an eyebrow.

“Sure.”

“You’ve got a mission.”

“Yeah, right. Which birdie told you that?”

“Oh, you know. Little chirps here and there.”The Ara units may be gossips at times but they do have an odd moral of never putting a name to the action. Kupfer wasn’t going to say which bird, though it was probably a Storch.

“It’s true though.” Kupfer continued. “You’re gonna go with two other Starlings, I think. Maybe a Eule and an Ara. Probably gestalts too. Something about communications or whatever.”

“Huh. That’ll be interesting then.”

“For you. I’m going to be bored without you for the next few cycles.”

“Aww, you’re really gonna miss me? You’re a sweet one, Kupfer.”

“Don’t push it, Magz. Nelke already calls me sweet anyway.”

“What else does she call you? Sweetie pie? Pookums? Maybe even Snuggle cub?”

“Nope, nope, and nope! She calls me princess.” Kupfer gave Magazin a grin, before blushing. “Sometimes she does call me Sweetie.”

A beep came from Kupfer’s belt.

“Ugh. I gotta go.” She said as she twisted back into the vent. She poked her head out.

“Hey, don’t die, yeah? It would be a shame to have you shipped back here by the rabengeiers in a plastic bag.”

“I hereby promise to do my best. Now get out of here before you get in trouble for being late.”

Kupfer shot Magazin a grin before shutting the vent with a click.

With Kupfer gone again, guard duty went back to boring. With but a few passing greetings from Eules rushing by, all she could do was stand at attention, looking for disturbances she hoped she’d never see.

Fortunately, guard duty was uneventful as always. She watched as the next guard walked across the hall to take over. Auslösen, everybody called her. She was an odd starling, showing sweetness that could rival a Eule, but the social straightforwardness of an Ara. Auslösen pointed at Magazin’s face.

“You’ve got chocolate on your lip.”

Magazin wiped her face with the back of her hand. The starling shook her head.

“Still there.”

Magazin wiped again. Auslösen pulled a napkin from her pouch.

“Hold still, Magz.”, she said, reaching over. She steadied Magazin’s head with her hand and wiped the leftover candy with the other.

“You still have the wrapper?”

Magazin pulled the plastic from her pocket, which Auslösen swiftly grabbed.

“I’ll throw it out.” She said.

“Thanks, Aus.”

“Don’t worry about it. Hey, go eat something.” Auslösen adjusted Magazin’s hat. “You haven’t eaten anything other than that, candy, have you?”

“I have not, no.”

“You should grab a bite then. Kommandantin told me to let you know you’re on call.”

So Kupfer was right. There is a mission.

“Thanks. You rock, Aus.”

“Of course I do. Now move it to the cafeteria before the Eules close up.”

Magazin saluted and walked off, catching a glimpse of Auslösen tossing the napkin and wrapper into the trash bin. She turned a corner, checking her internal time module. There’s still time left. And-

She walked straight into a Eule. Papers scattered and the poor owl crashed to the floor, while Magazin staggered.

“Shit! Sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going. Are you hurt?”

The Eule picked herself up and started gathering her papers.

“No, I’m okay.” She replied. “I wasn’t looking either. Oof, I’m gonna be late. I can’t keep Kommandantin waiting.”

Magazin picked up the papers as well, stacking them neatly and extending a hand to help the Eule up. She could see her marking: EULR-M0156. A medical pack was slung across her shoulder.

“Thank you.” The smaller unit said, getting up. Magazin handed her the paper stack.

“Of course. Sorry again for barging into you like that.”

The Eule smiled. “It’s okay. Just try not to trip over the Kolibris, mm-kay?” Her tone was akin to a song, little lilts in her accent. Magazin smiled back at her.

“I’ll make sure to be more careful.”

The Eule nodded at her and carried on, waking a bit faster.

Magazin watched her walk away, feeling slightly bad. It wasn’t her fault, it was hard at best to see around the corners and Eules are a foot shorter than her. Still, can’t be fun getting hit in the face by someone in rock-hard armor. Magazin purged the thought from her mind and kept walking. She was hungry and she might not get to eat later.

The cafeteria by now was mostly empty. Just a few workers finishing coffee or some other small snack. Magazin herself got a large cup of the caffeinated drink and a ration pack. The coffee was too bitter and the ration was tasteless but food was food and she needed to eat.

The loudspeaker sounded out a ping.

“STAR-M0124, STAR-M0112, STAR-M0102, please report to Hanger 4.”

STAR-M0124. That’s her. As the order repeated Magazin tossed her empty ration pack and cup at the trash and missed entirely. She picked it up and threw the waste again, this time with success.

It only took 3 minutes to reach Hanger 4, it’s not far from the cafeteria. She could already see one of the other Starlings, STAR-M0112, Bolzen. She looked at Magazin, standing straight and arms behind her back, looking more like a general than a security technician. As Magazin got closer, she spotted a Kolibri and a Eule, the Eule obviously a nurse unit with her green medical bag, and the Kolibri…well, she looked like any other Kolibri, Magazin didn’t know her name.

Magazin strolled over, shaking Bolzen’s hand and nodding at the Eule, before saluting the Kolibri. Another Starling walked into the hanger. This one Magazin didn’t know. Judging by the numerous scars where her shell plates were welded back together, she was one of the older starlings. She extended her hand.

“Zwiete.” She said, introducing herself.

“Magazin.” Magazin said. “This is Bolzen.”

The Kolibri nodded.

“KLBR-M0105. This is Tulpe.” She gestured to the Eule. Magazin recognized her now, she was the same Eule she ran into, this time without her papers; she must have dropped them off while Magazin was in the cafeteria. Magazin smiled sheepishly. The Eule smiled right back in full earnest. It made her feel a bit better. The Kolibri continued.

“We’re still waiting on one other. And-“

She was cut off by the slam of a vent opening, then an Ara unit crawled out. Magazin was always shocked by how fluidly they moved, especially in such small spaces. If she was being well and truly honest it was rather creepy, like watching a spider crawl.

“Sorry I’m late. Gas leak took longer than I thought.” The Ara said, pulling off a gas mask. She left her goggles on, her all-familiar Ara hat was still on her head, and unlike Kupfer’s it was strapped onto her chin properly.

The Kolibri nodded, turning towards a small plane at the end of the hangar, gesturing to follow. A Storch unit stood next to the vehicle, arms crossed. Behind her were two gestlalts, pilots by the look of their uniforms. An older man with white hair and large mustache leaning on the frame, smoking a comically large pipe, and a young woman with a snake tattoo on her neck, sitting on a crate.

The Storch looked at them. “Apologies for the sudden assignment. Today’s mission was only deemed important this morning and time is short.” She said. She seemed bitter, as if she wanted the mission accounted for sooner. “You will fly out east, to deliver a message to the 56th attack platoon. We lost communications two days ago but recon shows they’re alive. However, the enemy is setting up artillery and the we have roughly three days before our soldiers die. You are to deliver them news and information on the artillery and the orders of retreat. We believe their vehicles are still functional. Provide any support needed until the platoon arrives back here. Any questions so far?”

Silence.

“Excellent. Likelihood of enemy anti-air is low. Tank presence is possible. If you do go down the mission is not aborted. You have 10 minutes to gather your weapons and board the plane. KLBR-M0105 will lead the assignment. Dismissed.”

The Storch unit saluted and walked away, leaving them. The Kolibri nodded.

“Weapon case is over there. Board the plane when you’re ready." she said, turning to board. The Ara and Tulpe followed her. Magazin and the other starlings turned towards the case put out for them. She was already armed with her pistol, of course. But it would be foolish to not take a more aggressive firearm, especially since it’s rare to be privileged with such firepower. She picked up an assault rifle. The StG-940, chambered in 5.56 caliber rounds. This one had a red dot scope attached and a vertical grip. She picked up extra magazines and tucked them onto her belt.

Magazin looked over. Bolzen had already chosen a large DMR and Zwiete was still inspecting a shorter shotgun. Magazin walked to the plane, nodding at the two pilots as she boarded and sat down. Luckily, the seats were against the wall and facing to the inside of the plane, giving her ample leg room. The Kolibri was still standing, and Tulpe was already sitting down, reading a book she likely borrowed from a Kolibri. The Ara unit was also sitting, her bag between her legs instead of up in the storage bins above the seats.

It was only a minute before Zwiete boarded, followed by the gestalts. The younger one sat in the pilot’s seat while the older man went for the copilot’s. The pilot tapped the microphone.

“This is your captain speaking. I’m Hana and this is Bernhard. Please buckle up and hold tight.” The engines roared to life and the plane began moving. “This is gonna be a smooth ride with clear skies and sand. Like every other day here. Try not to throw up during takeoff and landing. Or at all.”

The plane took off. Such a small plane didn’t have retractable landing gear, and the hum of the engine was loud through the armored walls. Not long after takeoff Bernhard stood up from his seat, walking steadily on what could only be called an unstable floor.

“We’re looking at an hour’s ride, so get comfortable.” He said. He looked at Tulpe, immersed in her book. “Smart lass, she is.” He turned to the Ara unit. “You can take the plant out. Keeping it in a bag can’t be good for it.”

She looked confused, before embarrassedly unzipping her bag and pulling out a potted flower, moving aside her tools, and placing it on the seat next to her. Magazin could see Zweite raise an eyebrow, but she didn’t say anything. The Kolibri, for her part, seemed unbothered. She glanced up, grinned, and went back to poring over the map of the area. She probably knew of the contraband from the start. Bernhard smiled and went back to the copilots seat. The Ara unit seemed more happy than anything else now that she could keep her plant out. Magazin stood up, hand on the ceiling to steady herself, walking over to Bernhard.

“How’d you know she had a plant?” She asked.

Bernhard grinned as he flicked a switch.

“I work with Ara units in the hanger a lot. They don’t go far from them, and nobody ever gets them in trouble for bringing ‘em.”

“They always have plants on them?”

“I’ve been in these seats for 40 years and only one Ara left her plant behind. Never did any of the higher-ups mind it either.”

“Huh. Well, I-“

A loud sound interrupted her. She could hear Zwiete shout.

“We’re hit!”

Magazin scrambled over, looking out the window. The wing had a hole in it, a worryingly big one.

“I thought there wasn’t anti-air!” The Kolibri shouted.

“There isn’t!” Hana screamed back. “They have fucking tanks! Buckle the fuck up!”

Magazin went for her seat, but the plane tilted violently and she fell over. She heard Tulpe scream.

Firm hands grabbed her and hauled her into her seat. Zwiete pushed her down as Magazin grappled the buckle shut. A tank round tore through the floor, hitting the ceiling and falling in front of Zwiete. More shots. Metal shards of the plane flew across the space. At this point the plane was shuddering and creaking a hideous cacophony of metal bending as it tried to hold together. What was louder, the metal of the plane screaming as it cracked, the thunder of the tank cannons or the engine trying to function, Magazin couldn’t tell.

Another explosion, louder. The engine on the right side of the plane burst into flame, spitting shards of metal cross the sky and into the plane. Tulpe screamed louder and the Ara’s face was contorted in pain, a piece of the engine imbedded in her arm, blood spurting onto the floor.

Screams. Who was screaming? Zwiete was silent, eyes shut tight. Bolzen? Tulpe? Hana was screaming. The cockpit was on fire. Magazin was screaming too, she realized. The plane wasn’t flying anymore, it was falling. How could she tell? She couldn’t look out the window and her thoughts were a mess. But she knew they were falling now, fast.

More screams, the plane, her, Tulpe, Hana, then more screams still. Then-

Nothing.

[mayahawkesfirstwife]

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Extra Lessons

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Pairings: Nerd! Sub! Sensitive! Virgin! Kang No-eul x Fem! Top! Reader

Summary: When you are having extra lessons with your classmate, you catch her staring down at your chest and you fuck the nerdy girl.

Warnings: Smut, self doubt from No-eul, loss of virginity, fingering, oral sex, praise kink, gentle sex, scissoring, etc.

Author Note: I fucking cut my finger so it’s hard for me to type but lmk if y’all like the sub! No-eul or no?!😔 Sorry if there are any spelling mistakes or anything like that!! Sorry the ending was a bit rushed.

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You sigh, leaning back against your chair, your professor had a girl from your class named No-eul give you some lessons after class.

You really didn’t want to be here, sitting in your dorm room next to this girl you barely knew, at least she wasn’t a show off though.

She just knew her stuff, simple as that. You didn’t understand it all though.

She was also very shy, she barely spoke outside of her trying to teach you.

You looked over at her while she spoke, you watch as she stops talking when her eyes meet yours, she turns red.

“Are you understanding it?”

You hum, “Yeah, not really…” You look back at the book and she sighs.

“If something is wrong…I could like…give you the answers.” She says, shyly.

“Oh, yeah? How would I learn from that?” You tease, she blushes, her eyes glance at your boobs through your tank top.

“I…didn’t mean…sorry.” She looks down at her lap, you giggle.

“I was kidding, I’d appreciate it, actually. I don’t think i’ll ever understand this.” You said, tilting your head.

Fuck, she was actually really hot. You’d never been with a cute girl like her.

“Oh okay. You can just text me and i’ll give the answers to you.” She says, pulling her phone out, you bit your lip and slid your pencil off the table.

You push your chair out and got on your knees to grab it from the floor, you look up at her while you bit your lip.

Her eyes are widened and her eyes are on your tits, you slowly stood up.

You grab her phone and type in your number, she’s frozen before her gaze leaves your boobs and goes to her phone.

“Oh, right…”

You hum, “Do you like them?”

She looks up at you, her face hot, “W-What?”

“My tits, I mean, you keep staring at them.”

She looks down at her lap again, “N-No! Of course not, I-I wasn’t…looking.”

“Shh, it’s okay, honey. You can look…really, look now.” You hum, she gulps and shyly looked up.

You grab her hand slowly and place it over your tit, before you grab her other hand and place it over your other tit.

She looks up at your face, you nod and she softly squeezes them. “Wow…” She mutters.

You hum, letting out a small moan, “Come here.”

You grab her hand and pull her to stand up, you pull her to your bed, pushing her shoulders to sit, “Here, lie down for me.”

She lays down on the bed, you crawl on top of her and straddle her thigh, leaning in so your lips were an inch apart from hers.

“May I?” You ask, she nods quickly, “Please, yes…”

Your lips smash against hers in a soft, passionate kiss, she whined against your lips and you loved it, she was so fucking hot.

You pull back, reaching for her glasses, she grabs your hand. “But I can’t see without them…”

“Aw, you want to see me?” You tease, she blushes. “Y-Yes…you’re very pretty.”

You rock your hips into her thigh, “You’re so hot, No-eul.” You hum.

She whines again, she was turning you on so much. You reach for your tank top and pull it over your head, revealing your white laced bra.

You lean forward, “Touch them, go on.” You nod, her shaky hands grab them stiffly, you look down at her.

She looked very scared, “Hey, are you okay? What’s wrong? I’m so sorry, we can stop.”

“No, no, i’m sorry. I have no idea what i’m doing, you’re so perfect and i’m just a loser who’s never even touched boobs before.” She frowns, sitting up right.

You kiss her cheek, she looks surprised and looks at you, “It’s okay, I understand.” You smile, she watches you grab your tank top.

“B-But…”

You look up at her, “You seem not ready for something like this. I wouldn’t want to take that from you.”

“I-I really need you…I don’t want to mess this up. C-Can we try again?”

You peck her lips, “If we do this, first…I need you to calm down, okay? Breathe and relax.”

You slowly push her back to lie down, crawling up to kiss her softly.

“Theres nothing wrong with being inexperienced, mhm?” You say against her lips, she nods, taking a deep breath.

She softly grabs your boobs again, lightly squeezing and you nod with a hum, sitting up to rock your hips into her slowly as she plays with your boobs.

You unclasp it, loosening it before leaning in and pulling your boobs out of the bra, she gasps lightly.

You lean in, biting your lip and she places kisses all over them, starting to suck your nipples.

You moan softly, “Yeah, that’s it…” You nod.

You rock your hips mindlessly into her crotch and her hand grips your thigh, her other hand grabs the boob shes not sucking.

You pull the straps down and toss your bra, “You’re a natural, baby…” You moan.

She switches to the other nipple, sucking it and looking up at you with those cute fuck me eyes.

You unzip her pants and she squeezes your thigh, you sat up right and unbuckled her pants.

“Is this okay?” You asked, she nods, unbuttoning her pants quickly and tugging them down.

You rub her thighs, “Can I go down on you?” You ask, she nods with a whine, “P-Please, yes!”

You giggle, slowly pulling her underwear off and tossing them aside.

She shuts her legs nervously, “It’s okay, honey. I’m gonna take good care of you.” You assure her, rubbing her thighs.

She sighs, opening her legs nervously and slowly. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” You lick up her folds, her hips twitch.

“H-Huh! That’s…f-fuck…” She whimpers.

Her legs start to shut again and you hum, kissing and licking up her pussy, you push her thighs open.

You lean in, sucking her clit softly, “A-Ah! Gentle, p-please! Oh, please be g-gentle!” She whines.

You pull back, “Honey, i’m being gentle. Please just lay back and relax, keep your legs open.”

You slowly lick up her folds again, you start sucking her clit a little softer, her hips rock.

She was very sensitive, you lick her folds and rub her clit with your thumb.

She whimpers and whines under you, gripping the sheets tightly in her palms, trying to stay calm.

You hum, “I’m gonna put a finger inside, m’kay?”

She whines, “O-Okay…”

You slip your middle finger into her, she sighs, “Went right in, you’re so wet, honey…” You giggle.

“M-More, please, I-I can handle it.”

“I bet you can.” You giggle, slipping in your ring finger. “T’s tight fit, hm?” You start to pump them slowly into her.

She squeezes her eyes shut, “Aw, don’t do that…come on, look at me.” You giggle, sucking her clit.

She looks down at you, holding eye contact with you while you suck her clit softly.

You pump your fingers faster, she moans loudly, her hand quickly moves to your messy ponytail.

“Can I?” She whines, you nod into her, moaning into her pussy, she moans.

You look up at her with doe eyes, she whimpers, squeezing your ponytail. “Don’t l-look at me like that!”

You hum into her, smirking up at her. “I-I think…I-I!”

She’s so whiney and cute, fuck. You go faster, she groans loudly, “It…Ah! It feels funny! Please! E-Enough! It’s-It’s! Fuck!” She screams, squirming under you.

You grip her thighs tightly, she clearly never had an orgasm before, she was also sensitive.

You suck harder, she brings her hand up to her mouth, biting the top of her fingers, whimpering as her other hand tightens in your ponytail.

She squeezes her thighs around your head, you push them open the best you can as she came on you.

You pull back after, “You taste so fucking good.” You hum, she leans back into your pillow, fucked out.

“You’re so pretty when you cum.” You smile, kissing down her neck, she flinches and calls out your name.

You pull back, “You okay?” You ask, she hums “Mhm.” As she nods.

“Can I do you next?” She asks.

You hum, “I think today is about you, hmm?” You giggle.

“Now how about you give me another one?” You kiss down her neck, lifting the bottom of her T-shirt and kissing down her stomach.

“N-No, I want you to feel good, please?”

You hum, “But you taste so good, I want to taste you again.” You kiss her clit, she whines.

“I’ll let you, if y-you let me go first.”

You put your finger on your chin, pretending to think. “I have an idea.” You hum.

You sat up on your knees and unzipped your skirt, you look up at her while you pull your skirt down and toss it.

You took your knee high socks off, tossing them, then you grab her hands and move them to the waistband of your white panties.

“Take these off for me?” You pout, she gulps and slowly and gently pulls them off, you smile up at her.

You might like her, she’s so cute and gentle and sweet…

She tosses them, looking up at you, “So, do I get to do you next?” She asks.

You shook your head with a smile, “Nope.”

You lift her leg so you could straddle her pussy, when your pussies touch she lets out a hiss.

“O-Oh, wow!”

You groan, gripping her thigh, “Oh, fuck…” You rock your hips into her pussy, you were both so wet.

“Yeah, you like that?” You moan, she whines, squeezing her eyes shut as she nods.

“Words, tell me how good it feels.” You pant, she whimpers.

“It feels r-really amazing! You’re so good at this.”

“Oh, yeah?” You moan, she looks down at you rubbing against her with a moan.

She throws her head back against the pillow and she reaches down and grabs your thigh with both of her hands.

She squeezes it, digging her nails into your thigh. “O-Oh!” She moans.

“No-eul, fuck…” You grip her shoulder, she whines.

“P-Please…say it again.”

“No-eul.” You repeat, she whimpers. “No-eul, i’m gonna cum!”

“M-Me too! Fuck…please!”

“Shit…oh!” You came on her and she came soon after.

You got off her lap, laying beside her while you both pant, she looks over at you.

“You’re amazing.” She whispers.

You chuckle, looking over at her, “So are you…”

She blushes, you lean over and kiss her cheek. “So, can I take you out sometime?” You ask.

“Yeah, yeah…that sounds great.” She said, you hum as you cuddle into her chest.

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[sosadraws]

Why I dislike Mynah Signalis

She's humongously big. If you're crushing on her, you might as well date a transformer 🙄

Her design is so dumb, her helmet looks ridiculous. What was AEON thinking?

All the other monsters had cool designs, while she only has a big laser and pukes blood. How lame.

All she does is mining, she's not that special. Get back to me when she has an PhD or something

She likes plushies? What is she, a baby????

They would crumble at the mere presence of the superior lifeform that is a cat

At least that Mynah from the mines knew her place. A drop to an ocean indeed 😌↕️

In fact, Mynas are so irrelevant that we don't ever get to see their dorm rooms.

Oooooooh the little doll, whatever. Big companies always make merch of their IPs

For this and many other reasons I'll stop wasting my time drawing her, and instead focus on the true best Signalis character:

The lump of flesh that one Eule was chopping in the kitchen.