#muse: asuka

[justsescape]

"Hey, let's stop here for the night. My feet can't take any more walking!"

The forest gave way to a small clearing. Logs circled a modest fire pit that, judging by its charcoal black appearance, had seen a great many passersby. Overhead, the imminent sundown supported the canopy's efforts to leave the two of you stumbling through shadows. Perhaps stopping here would be a good idea.

"Of course it's a good idea. It's my idea!" Asuka grunted as she shoved a log further away from the pit until it was practically orbiting the rest of the circle like a distant moon. She tossed her backpack to the ground, kicked her shoes off, and slumped across her new seat with a heavy sigh. The solitude blanketed her.

For Asuka, privacy had become a scarcer and most precious commodity. She was doggedly followed by that which was real and that which was imagined. A clandestine organization run aground by hubris, real; a pool spray of reporters at her door and their unrelenting questions, real; going on a hike overseas just to have somewhere else to run, real; the anxieties of words unsaid and actions undone, imagined -- and yet equally as real as the rest. The resulting destruction on her psyche was as loud as a bomb, and all she could do was try to remain afloat in the wake of the shipwreck. Years were frittered away treading water.

To finally hear the chirping crickets -- and nothing but -- was a sublime pleasure. Asuka wiggled her toes against the topsoil.

"Hurry it up, will you? It's getting dark."

The branches stood conically in the middle of the pit. Assembling a campfire was just one of many labors that Asuka habitually delegated to you. But dropping a lit match into your handiwork and stoking the blossoming flames -- and seeing her bright, illuminated smile over your shoulder -- oh, how worth it this was.

"At least you're useful for stuff like this," she said with crossed arms, the word thanks having slithered out of her dictionary shortly before getting crushed underfoot like a worm. "Now with all this space, it should be a little easier to take this off..."

Compression bras were the last restraint NERV had on Asuka's life, but she was better off leaving this one link intact. To most people, she only barely crested over into the range of C cups. No one else knew the extent of her prodigious -- no, surreal -- bust growth outside of Misato and other key engineering personnel. She hadn't spoken to any of them in years. Now you would be the keeper of secrets.

Asuka shed her plain t-shirt and reached her hands over her shoulders, her back arching in a catlike stretch. The compression bra that wrapped around her torso was, fittingly, a very bold shade of red. Its clasp came undone almost immediately. The straps slinked down her shoulders and the cups fell lazily form her bust.

"Step back!"

Asuka's breasts swelled quickly as if they were balloons being inflated by air. They didn't droop down her figure -- like you had anticipated -- or pool out over her thighs. No, they extended and expanded like blimps, rotund and long, with two pink and impressively round nipples at the bow. Only a few moments passed before they had grown to proportions that could easily plug up the sliding doors in front of a grocery store.

"MmmmnNNNNnnff!" Asuka's hands gripped the log underneath her like she was bracing for a sudden drop. Her gyrating hips spoke of a much more intimate feeling. "MmmMMMMnnngh!"

Boobs lurched across the brush until they began to coagulate against the logs nearest to the campfire. Her skin gently folded over itself against them like fresh batter. Nipples erected and lengthened toward the flames in an attempt to warm themselves; they wept milk in lazy spurts, soaking the grass with shallow pools that evaporated in the heat. The humid, balmy scent of her product enveloped you. When their march finally came to a close, her breasts were as tall as her standing height and more than twice as long. Asuka stared into a wall of deep, dark cleavage.

"It's a... haaah~... good thing I... hfffff... pushed the log away first!" Asuka raised an arm to wipe the sweat gluing her bangs to her forehead. "Not that you were of any help with that part..."

Her breasts had little desire to make small talk with pitiful bras; hers was lost somewhere beneath her cartoonishly huge chest as a statement to all others that might challenge her sheer size. Milk, in beads and drops, slithered down her lissome legs and sunk into the dirt under her feet.

You dutifully offered her a washcloth.

"Don't bother," Asuka muttered, swatting your hand away. "It's not like this is your carpet. It'll all dry up by tomorrow morning."

You settled for wiping the milk from her legs yourself. The washcloth glided up and down her shapely limbs; in another life, perhaps she could have walked a runway or taken to an ice rink. Not that her car-sized breasts would have allowed such things. You knelt in their shadow like you were bowing before their towering might.

But kneeling like this beside Asuka, you had never felt more like her subordinate -- a feeling that overtook your face with a blistering heat.

Asuka's eyes steered clear of your own. Her reddened cheeks shared in your embarrassment. "Honestly, you're... you're hopeless."

The joy in her heart didn't make its way to her tongue, but it did make its way to her feet. Her toes wiggled in the puddle of milk below her like she was passing a lazy afternoon poolside.

For a moment, things were uncomfortably quiet.

"Hey, listen to me. Don't let this go to your head, okay?"

Asuka's upturned eyes glistened with tears. Her flattened lips hadn't yet decided whether there was happiness or sadness behind them. Hands desperately clung to your sleeve, but they didn't have to pull you down. You eagerly sat beside her. Your knees indented into the back of her sizable chest.

Asuka took a shuddering breath.

"Listen... I'm glad you brought me here, and... I'm really glad you are with me."

Whatever monologue she had prepared didn't survive; her defenses rose taller than the trees surrounding. As tense as she was, her words would never find safe passage.

"Mmmngh... n-nevermind! D-don't... don't say anything!"

The campfire dwindled into kindling. So did her irritation. She found herself just the perfect spot to plant a kiss on your neck. Her oversized breast heaved itself against you, soft and weighty and gelatinous all at once. There could never be lip-to-lip contact without her bust interjecting. These interruptions, though, were most tolerable.

Asuka didn't retract herself. Instead, she leaned further into you, her boob bulging over your lap like a shoring ocean wave. Her breath warmed your collarbone. The heat was unmistakable. It was as if the campfire had never gone out.

The embers gave their last gasps amidst the gathering dark. Even the stars themselves hid away behind the forest's canopy, leaving the glowing moon all by its lonesome. Nature had enough sense to draw the curtains.

"Now don't move, you moron." Asuka yawned as she gently squirmed against you. "I've just gotten comfortable, so you better stay right where you are. Understand?"

Understood. You wouldn't dream of it.

[nozoxshii]

Some (REDRAWN!) concept art for a fanfic I’ve been finally getting back into!! I decided to combine both design aspects of the Ova and Crybaby to make my ideal Ryokira for my fic!! I posted the first chapter AGES ago but plan on rewriting a bunch of it to fit with the new canon. I absolutely love these two and plan on drawing more of them soon!

[manzisme]

guess what gang. found more gg doodles and comms i forgot to post over on tumblr. *Baiken j.D's you*

[goldie0-0]

MENTALLY ILL GERMANS SAVING ME FROM ART BLOCK

[caramialunaestelle]

@s1lver-bullet sent:

Jowi rushes over to Asuka, grabbing her hand, “No time to explain, come with me.” With that he managed to yoink her a few feet into the air, catching her, and carrying her bridal-style as he ran towards the med bay.

Unprompted Asks || Always Accepting!!

"H-HEY WAIT!" She had no time to react, being scooped up by Jowi and rushed toward NERV HQ's med bay. "WHAT ARE YOU, NUTS?! PUT ME DOWN! I CAN WALK FOR MYSELF!!"

She didn't struggle much though...

[asushin-mermaid-au-ask-blog]

Shinji and Asuka in the kiss cam??

The two pilots were completely caught off guard by being featured on the kiss cam and right now were both regretting even coming to see Tokyo 3 High School's baseball game.

Shinji figures that Asuka is going to do something like give the camera the middle finger and turns to say something only to turn straight into redhead's face.

"You better not breath on me." he barely hears before she kisses him. He's shocked of course, but honestly it's pretty nice.

[vagabond-umlaut]

FICTIONAL COUPLES WHO WILL ALWAYS BE >>>> IN MY EYES

[multimuseticles]

How well do you know Youmu?

How well do you know Shinki?

How well do you know Asuka?

How well do you know Uni?

[haus-der-mysterionmusen]

(bc it's been a while) Deunan gently hugs Asuka and lightly strokes her hair. She was a tough girl, but still a kid, Deunan couldn't help feeling responsible for her and Shinji. (Several ESWAT troops had to stop her from pummeling Gendo into paste). "Betcha didn't know but... one of my eyes is an implant. Can ya guess which one?"

Asuka is about to wiggle out of Deunan's hug and shout a long string of words in German to hide her embarrassment at the situation when the ESWAT officer spoke about her eye. What Asuka would give for an implant from NERV, something that at least made her look less weird than the eyepatch that advertised to the entire world that she had lost a fight bad enough to lose her eye.

"Gefälscht? They both look real to me. The medical technologies in Olympus make Japan's doctors look like total idiots. I can't believe I can't notice any difference at all." Asuka said at last.

[the-perverse-library]

Ask (Yugioh) Since adding Blair to their little group, how often have Alexis and F!Jaden watched Konami fuck the shortstack while waiting their turns?

"Every night! Doesn't she know how much I love that dick! It's the only thing I love more than duelling!" Jayden shouted as the two-tone brunette threw another tantrum as she watched Konami and Blair fuck in the middle of the Slifer Red Dorm. The pouting Duellist unbuttoned her pants and stuffed a hand in her panties, vigorously fingering herself. "Mmmh! Hurry up! I've been wanting to ride that dick all day!"

Alexis blushed, ashamed that she, too, was furiously teasing her nipples and finger-fucking herself as she watched Konami turn Blair into a squealing mess. "T-the little shortstack always gets to him before we do! Hurry up and cum! I haven't been able to fuck Konami all week!!!" The Obelisk Blue student whined, frustrated that she had to run across the whole of Academy Island to get to Konami; leaving her as the second to last member of Konami's harem to get ahold of her lover's cock.

Each girl watched with a mix of desire, frustration, and envy as Konami folded Blair in half and drilling deep into her pussy. They imagined that they were the cross-eyed bluenette as Blair came and squirted all over them, eager to feel Konami stuff and flood their wombs with rope after rope of cum. Waiting for Blair to slip off of his cock just so they could dive upon Konami and fuck him until both of them were satisfied.

[justsescape]

I want to see Asuka treated like a barn cow and milked consistently.-

"Another nineteen inches added to my bust measurement today," Asuka declared proudly. The tape measure was so tightly wound across her gigantic breasts that flesh was bulging around its length. "HA! No other cow in this barn can even hope to compare to my greatness. I am the best and most productive cow this barn has ever known!"

Asuka's body was downright unrealistically proportioned. Her arms and legs were so slender that they could have led her through a career in ballet -- but her boobs were like beanbag chairs, draping over her fragile figure like they aimed to cover it entirely. In her stall, she had taken up a habit of sitting atop one of her many, many filled milk barrels and letting her bust simply spread across her thighs and droop down until her downturned nipples grazed against her toes. Come nightfall, she never asked for a blanket. Slipping beneath her overdeveloped chest was like sleeping underneath a thick down comforter.

"Oooof... carrying the weight of this business makes my back hurt in more ways than one." Asuka had long since traded her Evangelion's hair clips for a cow-eared headband. The rest of her outfit was similar: cowprint thigh-highs, cowprint gloves, and a cowbell dangling from a collar around her neck. Practically the only thing that she couldn't cover up were her titanic tits. An entire alphabet's worth of bras trembled in fear at the mere thought of it. "But if my milk is the best, then it's my duty to serve the clueless masses!"

The measuring tape retracted from Asuka's chest as a pair of manhole-sized, clear plastic cones clung themselves to her oversized nipples. They didn't always land in the same place each day; familiar red rings still marred her pale skin as mementos of the previous week's sessions. The staff never let them fade completely. No one produced more milk than her.

"Would you hurry up and start already?!" Asuka's arms flailed as wildly as they could -- perhaps to overcompensate for all the ways the rest of her body now couldn't. The cowbell rang dully with every little tilt of her head. "It's not like I can drag my boobs down to the milking machine and do it myself! You know I would if I could, just so I wouldn't have to put up with you incompetent morons!"

Attached to the plastic cones were a pair of tubes that slunk lazily over the fence surrounding Asuka's stall. They snaked and coiled through the thoroughfare of the barn, into a door that was consistently ajar, and down a flight of stairs into an underground repository. Somewhere in the dark, they connected themselves to the barn's central milking machine. It was a towering, modular, deafening system -- like a server farm stacked on top of another server farm. Multiple clean-suit technicians ran around its perimeter, barking orders and readings and jargon at one another. Perhaps this was the job of the least-endowed cows.

The entire complex began to buzz. It took every ounce of power the barn could muster to service Asuka's outrageously productive breasts.

"Here it goes!" Asuka's toes curled in anticipation; her hands dug into her bust, skin bulging in between her fingers. "I'm ready!"

BZZZZZZZZZZZ!

It was less like a pump and more like a vacuum. Milk didn't come out of Asuka's nipples in rhythmic spurts, but in a hydrant-like flow that resembled that of a pressure washer. Her product coursed violently through the tubes like water through a fire fighter's hose. Other cows in the neighboring stalls -- some with D cups, some with beach balls, but none bigger than Asuka herself -- gripped their own fences as they watched the tubes jostle and shake against the hay-covered ground in the thoroughfare.

"MMMMMMMMF!~" A bit lip; trembling knees. Asuka's hands clutched the barrel she sat upon like she was a pilot gripping an ejected seat. "How... h-how does this f-feel... even... nnNNNnnfff~... even better every time...?!"

Down in the underground, the technicians rapidly exchanged full barrels of milk for empty ones. They stacked atop one another against the walls -- almost like the beer cans in Misato's apartment. Years ago, that was the place Asuka called home. Now she wouldn't be able to fit through the front door.

"Nnnngh... I... I can't... I c-can't st-stop myself... m... mmMMmmm... moooOOOOoooo~..."

Beads of sweat clung to the tips of Asuka's bangs. She panted like she had just run a marathon -- but the marathon of milking had only just begun.

[gainprincess]

SLORSH SLORSH SLOSH SLOSH WOBBLE SLORSH SLOSHWOBBLE~

SLORSH... WOBBLE... JIGGLE...

SLORSH SLORSH SLOSH SLOSH WOBBLE SLORSH SLOSHWOBBLE~

SLORSH SLORSH SLOSH SLOSH WOBBLE SLORSH SLOSHWOBBLE~

SLORSH SLORSH SLOSH SLOSH WOBBLE SLORSH SLOSHWOBBLE~

SLORSH SLORSH SLOSH SLOSH WOBBLE SLORSH SLOSHWOBBLE~

SLORSH SLORSH SLOSH SLOSH WOBBLE SLORSH SLOSHWOBBLE~

SLORSH SLORSH SLOSH SLOSH WOBBLE SLORSH SLOSHWOBBLE~

SLORSH SLORSH SLOSH SLOSH WOBBLE SLORSH SLOSHWOBBLE~

SLORSH SLORSH SLOSH SLOSH WOBBLE SLORSH SLOSHWOBBLE~

SLLLOOORSSSHHH!~

"Huh? What is it, Just? Here for my hourly? Ugh, fine. Just... get the cups yourself, okay?"

[I am proving a point to @justsescape.~]

[aberooski]

A question to hopefully distract you. What would you change about Chazz? Could be for better or worse, could be him or his deck, etc

Thanks

Honestly, I don't think I'd change that much about him. At least, not about him himself, and even then not much of anything that I haven't already talked about before at some point.

The main thing if I were to change anything about him, like I talk about a lot, is that I'd just have him move on from Alexis after Chazzanova and put his crush on her out to pasture. Because after that it doesn't do anything to serve either of them and it's one of the most glaring issues for me personally that I have with how he's utilized. But I would have the two of them become the best of friends as the rest of the show progresses as she and Atticus help him find his authentic self and give him that safe space he's never had, guiding him in his journey to develop his sense of self and his emotional intelligence. Plus being besties with Alexis would also earn him even more points with Atticus than he already has wink wink if you know what I mean.

And I'd give him Light and Darkness Dragon back. Easily. First thing I'd do.

And more angst. As a fanfic writer, I personally desire more Chazz angst in actual canon to work with.

I probably have a billion more thoughts somewhere about this both in quality and quantity, but my brain is still kinda scrambled so this is all I got at the moment 😅

[the-wild-card-hand]

@wxtchpilot​

“Are you...kinda disjointed as I am...?” Shinn had to do a double-take

[caramialunaestelle]

@s1lver-bullet sent:

Arriving now at NERV HQ: the Fourth Child, and previous pilot of Unit 04- the single largest 14-year old Asuka has ever seen. Jowi stopped as he walked past Asuka, turning to face her, “Oh, you must be the pilot of Unit 02… I’ve seen you in action. You’re pretty good.”

"Pretty good? I'm better than just 'pretty good'!" Asuka boasted, giving the taller boy a rather sour expression. "There's a reason they chose me to be the pilot of the first military-grade EVA Unit!"

"You must be one of the American EVA pilots, right?"

[universestreasures]

Asuka Tenjoin from Yu-Gi-Oh! GX & Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc-V is now available as a somewhat active muse! For GX she is slight canon divergent (the major canon divergences on default I have for her is she does not join the Society of Light, even after losing to Manjoume) and headcanon expanded, and for Arc-V she is a canon complement and headcanon expanded.

Her is also orientation is bi btw!

(Encouraged Enabled to add by @cyberends & @sweetcobaltblue )