#tailors random thots

[tailorvizsla]

The feminine urge to hunt your favorite prey male

[shou7]

Some disjointed thots on (PW+ML+AA) (single mix and everything else is just bloat to convince fans to buy copies so they don’t exist to me)

1. This is everything FP should’ve been. CB technology-related themes, nostalgic Game synths, ⊿ naming sense, the chic otona-pop of JPN, experimentalism of LEVEL3, world/concept-building of CE. Whatever Nakata was talking about back then about how everything Prfm does is future pop, and how their next work is gonna be their best.... THIS is what he should’ve been referring to. It took us 3 extra years but FUTURE POP is finally here...

2. What I really love about these new tracks is that they all have multiple layers of melodies that build on one another, and the tracks all go Somewhere, instead of feeling copypasted and one-note. But also not in a cheap lulz im so random and QuIrkY! way like in 7iro with an entirely different section that pops out of nowhere, never to be heard from again in any form. That new bridge in PW is a masterpiece (dare I say on the level of SOL’s). ML has this dissonant backward synth which sounds really out of place at first, but is eventually incorporated together with the rest of the song and resolved. And it does a really good job in creating tension in the song. The guitar from AA’s intro returns during certain sections of the song, as well as the outro (unlike PMU’s acoustic guitar).

3. And so I actually think this is Prfm’s most effortless and inspired-sounding release post-2013. Like... Nakata actually sounds like he enjoyed making these tracks, instead of trying to churn out commercial jingles and THEN extending them for release as soon as possible (to mixed results). The new tracks all have these flourishes and melodies and details added to them that’s been absent for a very long time (especially the distinct bridges!!!!). The lyrics actually have depth to them, and the tracks all have the required runtime to evolve and fully-realize themselves. Literally none of that uwu uwu DISPLAY DISPLAY DISPLAY x 16. So shoutout to the CEOs of Tully’s and Levi’s for rejecting Nakata jingles two times each. We could not have done it without you....

4. On a related note, apparently Nakata has finally had an actual discussion with Prfm wrt music direction for the first time in almost 20 years. And the benefits are clear. These songs were tailor made for them, as they are NOW. No infantile tiny baby chipmunk voices. And no continuous throwing of shit on the wall (future bass, retro, Japamyu leftovers, other assumptions of what a US/global audience wants) to see what sticks.

5. Nakata’s mentioned several times that he doesn’t like looking back at his past works, and I assume being forced by his label to remaster his old tracks played a part in helping him recapture his spark. Covid probably also helped with getting him to stay tf home and reflect instead of getting high while DJ-ing at clubs. 

6. It’s hilarious how TW was released a year ago and yet the rollout of this single is still evidently rushed af. From the whole audio to video production timeline it’s all a hot mess lmao. But what’s new?

7. Wrt the video, it’s boring. The capsule references are cute but that’s it. Everything else is just dark. I think the dance set has the same issue with Everyday’s. A full CGI set from Rhizomatiks would have worked better and looked less cheap. But PW suffers even more because the set is so dull and static. At least Everyday had flashing and moving clouds, and flying and whatnot. PW had nothing lol. They should’ve just gone full vaporwave acid trip aesthetic like in the P Cubed tour interlude.

8. The Prfm budget being slashed is probably another major factor as to why their videos have been pretty tragic Saisei onwards. Their pull on the general public has been on a decline (being the most well-known girl group or whatever in Japan doesn’t matter when girl groups as a whole aren’t doing very well). So from a company perspective it makes more sense to invest in live shows over music videos. And they definitely are continuing to make money off their tours considering that every tour has seen an increase in ticket pricing...!!! Sad for their music video legacy but oh well.

9. ML>PW>AA

10. FUTURE POP tracklist from another timeline: 1. Mugen loop 2. Android and 3. Polygon wave original mix 4. Time warp 5. If u wanna 6. Let me know 7. Tokyo girl 8. Houseki no ame 9. Mugen mirai 10. Toumei ningen 11. Everyday 12. Saisei

[fandom-blackhole]

I love that you established that Paz and Din are practically a family because now our au can work in many ways!

Like social worker!reader x kindergarten teacher!Din with cameos of chef!unclePaz and vice versa.

So we need to connect Boba with the boys in our set up. My head is kinda empty in this deparrment. Boba financially supporting Din's school perhaps?

So as I was lurking at your earlier asks now we can have social worker!reader x mob Boba babysitting Grogu for Din??

Also your expansion on Paz's being eco friendly and all about educating younglings!

He is w o k e king we don't deserve but we all need.

Random thot, Paz of course is a sweetheart but he still represents BDE. He is not about any macho shenanigans so picture this:

You and Paz on lazy Saturday evening, drinking matcha made by our chef, obviously, spilling the tea about his workers. He is throwing a shade left and right sassy king (of course no ill will because he is a teddy) and all of that while you both are using those cute, korean face masks. Can we agree that he is a skincare king?? Like after leaving the army, he taught himself that practicing self-love is really important! Also back to Boba, he doesn't really talk with you about his ''work''. I know communication is the key, but maybe he thinks you are too innocent and selfless doing all that social work, that even though, as you mentioned, he has morals, he won't talk with you about what he'd done to that afwul person from the rival family. Another thing for Boba, he is filthy rich but he does not flaunt his money? Like, of course, he gets you the best of the best gifts just because but deep down he is a simple man.(Jango didn't come from the wealth, he was a self-made man and taught his son the importance of hardworking). He'd rather spend his evening with you, watching the sunset in his penthouse (okay we need to keep this kind of boujee for him) than going to any fancy parties.

Sorry, my writing is all over the place but I feel so pumped up. I love creating this universe with you! - 🐣

God don't be sorry because I can and will jump around as well! I love this little world we are making too and im just super excited...

Ok ok, thinking about how to tie Boba into all of this, what if because he donates so much, Boba is also like an elected official like on the school board for the city?

That way he has a tie to Din, and as for Paz, Boba supports and donates to Paz's eco friendly organization he's started to help clean up the city

And Boba just kind of take both boys under his wing a bit because they both remind him of himself a little

Because Boba is like an big brother to the boys, when Din is super busy he does occasionally ask Boba to watch Grogu

Which always results in a disaster, because Boba always teaches him things he shouldn't, like naughty words, rude gestures, and how to hurt someone

Now as for his money, Boba doesn't flaunt it, but he also uses the money, he isn't just going to let it set there

So he has a nice house(s) in, and out, of the city, he has nice cars with great paint jobs, and as you said spoils you with nice gifts

He also always has the nicest tailored suits, and beautiful watches and tie clips, but his cuff links were his fathers and he wears them all the time and refuses to get new ones

You don't spend much money, wanting to keep it safe for emergencies, so you kind of off handedly comment about something and it shows up at your house, with a note that just says, "for you princess. -B"

Boba very much does like to keep you in the dark about his work, not only for plausible deniablity with law enforcement, but also because it is refreshing to have someone so 'innocent' and untouched in his life

Ok so PAZ, our boy, (first off I LOVE matcha, and I am like the only person that orders it at our local coffee shop, the barista has even told me that lmao)

So he is so into self care, once he left the military he dove into self care because it helps his spirits and it was something he could enjoy while he was away

He always buys the absolute cheesiest masks he can find, and he always looks silly with them half covering his beard (because he has one and I will fight people who say he doesn't)

Also also, so Paz is super economical so what IF he lives in a tiny home?!?!? Like they are better for the environment because they are smaller, and he doesn't use as much energy, though he also has solar panels at his house, and he showers with rain water

God just imagine him, a huge giant, living in a tiny house

He likes how small it it because it means more room for his garden and handful of animals

He owns a clutch of chickens, a goat (he makes his own goat cheese and goat milk soap), and he has a small pond with geese and ducks

(Send me THOTS!!!!!)

[bikwin5]

some animal crossing thots

For some reason it’s very difficult for me to believe that a new animal crossing is coming out in 4 months, like it hasn’t quite sunk in yet. I guess it’s because we still don’t know a whole lot about it aside from the early game stuff shown at E3. It looks cool but regardless that’s not what I’m thinking about.

I remember when New Leaf was new-ish (2013-14) and it was universally beloved, I also saw a lot of criticism regarding the customization options and I felt they were like, not unwarranted, but kind of strange that no one brought it up before? I think now I understand it better because a lot of these features that were criticized, despite being mainstays in the series for so long, bothered so many because it directly contradicts New Leaf’s extreme focus on customization.

Let’s start from the beginning, the first animal crossing everyone was basically the same character. I mean sure you could determine your player’s eyes by selecting options at the beginning and change the texture on their shirt and hat, but that’s pretty much it, you were either a demon boy or a clown girl. The world was callous and chaotic and you only had so much control over it. Enter Wild World which added hats and accessories and new clothes, which did expand the customization options quite a bit, but it was still lacking in comparison to doll dressup games on newgrounds. City Folk happened and I think they let you change your shoe colour in that one but that’s the only new option I remember. Didn’t play that one much.

Then comes New Leaf which expanded the range of customizable options by a TON, even so much they turned the players into long freaks to compensate for it. Now players could equip shirts, dresses, skirts, pants, socks, shoes, hats and accessories, and despite the amount of storage space being six times what it was it could still get full easily if you liked having multiple outfits. Getting a perfect town was easier than ever, and being able to choose the location of new establishments made you feel as if you were more in control than ever. Shops were now relegated to their own place instead of taking up spaces on the map. Being the mayor of your own town truly seemed like paradise.

Of course, this is where the common criticisms mentioned earlier come in- Despite all these cool and exciting new features, New Leaf still lacked the most basic stuff like being able to change your skin tone permanently, and things like asking questions to determine what eyes or haircut you will get now seemed weird and archaic. Neighbours moving in and ruining your land was also a huge complaint, as every other corner of the game was tailored to your needs without outside forces coming in and ruining everything. So while all these features seemed OK in previous iterations of AC, in New Leaf they just felt very out of place. (ok maybe having standing on an island be the only way to get a darker skin tone was never a good idea, but aside from that)

So the newer spinoffs and New Horizons seem to be a step in the right direction, having an actual character creator instead of acting vague about it. Supposedly New Horizons also lets you change your skin tone, hairstyle and face whenever, regardless of gender too. Since everything seems to be gender-free now it makes me wonder if it’s just a option that changes what pronouns others call you, and to be honest having an option for “they” would make me really happy, but I don’t expect it to happen at all because it’s Nintendo. Is there some weird experimental magic lost from the originals by having your eyes no longer be determined by a vague quiz? Maybe I guess, but focusing on better customization is probably what most people want out of AC and it’s better than being split between concrete choices and seemingly random features.

[askthemist]

DND with the Swordsmen: Fancy Fomps

Kushimaru: Ah the Grand Magician's ball. Lavished, luxurious, and laden with danger! Your next quest is to smooge with the upper crusts of society in New Roe city, and find out about the missing elven refugees. All of you have been taken to a tailor to get some new fancy clothes. However some of you must be on your best behavior. *Looks at Zabuza and Jinpachi*

Jinpachi: ...hey man come on I'm a wererat for fuks sake. Can't I just....I don't know not be at the party?

Zabuza: *thinking of all kinds of edgy ways to steal people's stuff* don't worry it's going to be fun. Besides all the good shit is there.

Kushimaru: and that hot half teifling chick from the town of thieves is there too and suspiciously talking to the high counc-

Zabuza: IROLLTOSTABHERFORSTEALINGMYGOLD.

Kushimaru:......you can't. You my dear friend are in a social and civil environment, a place of civility and common courtesy, you causing a scene will create such a spectacular disaster that the sheer juxtaposed nature what you're going to do is going to shatter the fabric of reality.

Zabuza: .... You could have just said no.

Kushimaru: and be a basic fucking cunt like the rest of those ignorant plebes backing comic book store fuck no. Anyway, there are guards looking around so stealth checks will be a little harder to pull. It's all about wits and charisma. Kisame, Ameyuri, Raiga, since your intelligence stats are the highest amongst our party, why don't you guys start with the interrogational small talk? While Zabuza, Jinpachi and Juzo can just ...I don't know do what rouges, swashbucklers and warriors do in fancy places like this.

Juzo, Zabuza and Jinpachi: MOSH PI-

Kushimaru: STAND COMPLETELY STILL AND BEHAVE YOURSELVES.

Zabuza: .....damn it

Juzo: it's cool, I roll to talk to a random person at the ball.

Kushimaru: here, roll this, courtesy of my secretary and her board of interesting dice. *Hands juzo a 100 sided die*

Juzo: *rolls it and gets 85*

Kushimaru: *reads the effect list* hmmm... She proceeded to talk with you about the political implications of hair clips and how fashionable hair can lead you to genetically becoming a Superior being.

Juzo: .....wuh.

Jinpachi: OH OH ME ME NEXT! I ROLL TO TALK TO THE GIRL WITH THE BIGGEST BREASTS!

Kushimaru: *gives the 100 die*

Jinpachi: *rolls and gets a 19*

Kushimaru: *sees the list* ....hmmm..she...um...looks at you with disgust aaaaaaand.... *Looks at his watch*....and it's likely night time so she sees you him wererat form.

Jinpachi: :C *sad rat hours*

Zabuza:......I roll to STAB THE THOT WHO STOLE MY SHIT.

Kushimaru: *rubs his temples* no.

*after an hour of interesting investigation rolls*

Kisame: ok it seem most of the city doesn't care about the elven refugees, some have made some rather deplorable remarks on the political situation.

Ameyuri: my side of the convos have revealed that there's been a few lobbyists going around doing stuff nothing really weird

Raiga: ....... Kushimaru did you make that effect list yourself or is that all what actual rich people say and think?

Kushimaru: .....um....

*flashback to earlier that morning*

Kushimaru: hey my lovely guide to the dark and horrid past my I borrow that book on "16th-19th century life of aristocratic society and social inquiry" I need for a campaign...

Kiri: *working on filing papers and records at the museum of natural history* ......and?

Kushimaru: ....*sigh* I'm sorry for breaking into the museum .....and your apartment to borrow some paperclips....and...I'm sorry for forgetting about our ....little thing

Kiri: .....*sigh* fine, but next time ask me to get you a entry pass. *goes and finds the book and gives him* by the way....when are you going to let "us" in the campaign?

Kushimaru: don't worry sweetheart....I got something extra special.

Kiri: oh also your boss came by and he's coming by your next campaign to join in and "experience the game". He's got a character sheet and everything

Kushimaru: .....oh no.

Kiri: oh yes, and he says if you say no you're fired.

Kushimaru: *bangs his head on the book in defeat*

Kiri: *pats his beyond fluffy hair*

[fukette]

Can She Cook Good Mac n' Cheeses, Tho?

I don't know your personal standards for what you look for in a partner and, if we're being Yo Gotti Real Rap real, you might as well go ahead and just shove it ALL the way to the bottom of the recycle bin and hope that shit is biodegradable.

Get it? Cause earlier I mentioned abiding garbage that should've been dealt with a long time ago. Yeah, you get it.

All I know is that my garbage ass standards for romantic entanglements have birthed most, if not all, of the major frustrations I have in my adult life. Heartbreak, stress-induced illnesses, Hulu with commercials, decaf coffee, restless leg syndrome, bad credit, eating potato salad prepared by White people, etc. So at some point, it becomes incumbent upon you to look at your 'Dumpster Behind The Taco Bell At 3 AM' trash-ass life choices and find the fuckshit symmetry between them. For some men, it's a woman with an ass so phat you can see the next two dimensions in it. For others, it may be breasts so shapely you could base an entire 4-part made-for-tv miniseries about them that consists of nothing but Halle Berry's topless scene in Swordfish. However, I am neither of these men. My line in the sand is takes the form of a question instead of aa physical attribute.

Can she cook good Mac N Cheeses, tho?

"Can she beat the last stage of Mike Tyson's Punch Out" is also acceptable.

See, I hear the simp-thinking man-thots laughing already even though their stomach are filled with nothing but disappointment and tzatziki-flavored kale chips.

"My dude, Mac n Cheese has no bearing on someone's capability or incapability in the confines of a committed relationship. And my girl says kale chips will make my bowel movement regular as fuck so stop being so ignorant."

And to that, I say no, random spokesperson for gross mid-day snacks. I'm going to say no again in 'Kanye' font so the people in the back of the club can hear me, too.

NO!!!!!!!!! #yeezinainteasy

"There beith Commanders, as well as adherents. But I, by preference, would be a phallus as opposed to the ingestor!" "I doth declare thou a fingers in the booty ass bitch!"

Mac n Cheese is unquestionably indicative of someone's capacity for the communication, adaptivity, emotional availability, and, in this particular instance, lactose intolerance related issues that invariably arise in even the most 'How many y'all wanna ride tonight' ride or die relationships. Now, I wouldn't go as far as to say that the entire foundation of your relationship should rest upon her innate ability to know the perfect ratio between 'burnt cheese crust at the top' and 'cheese so hot it could double as napalm, but I'mma eat that shit anyways.' But the attention to details you deem to be important does cover a broad spectrum of concerns one has when they commit to another person for longer than a entire season of Law & Order: SVU.

Does this person listen to you when you describe how your mother used to make Mac n Cheese so delicious that you'd sit quietly at the dining room table for an extended period even though you're 13 and you've only recently discovered that AOL Online lets you see women's nipples? Is this person capable of empathizing with you when you expressed why you believe a lovingly prepared, home cooked meal tailored for someone you care deeply about can be sustaining which is compassion which is grace which is love?

Does she know that, in some indigenous tribes, cheese is considered a powerful aphrodisiac that is responsible for more conceptions than both Drake CDs and watching The Office on Netflix combined?

Raise your hand if your child's conception had less to do with love than it did with the fact that you'd already seen all of How I Met You're Mother and you were bored.

Simply put, as I have committed myself to learning the language of her, to tediously parsing through the day to day minutia to find the crust at the bottom of toaster of who she is, so must she commit to learning the micro and macro in regards the things in which I hold dear. Albeit, this takes place over a significant amount of time. This isn't a 3rd-grade book report or a job application for a position within the Trump administration. It requires a concerted effort of both time and attentiveness that each person should bring to the potluck of clusterfuck that is the modern-day monogamous relationship. I'll make sure that everything I bring is as air sealed and Doug E. Fresh in the Rubbermaid Tupperware as she demands her partner should do. All I need to know is that I have a partner who gives enough of a shit to where I don't have to ask myself.

Can she cook good Mac N Cheeses, tho?

[tailorvizsla]

Alright, Tailor, Sith Obi-Wan has invaded and demands more attention. After your encounter with him, you are determined to show him how good and loyal you can be. You take on any project you can that might catch his notice, and when an opportunity to transfer to a position in his main division is announced, you eagerly apply. You make it to the interview round where there is a panel of superior officers and Lord Kenobi himself. You're very prepared and ready to show him how qualified you are. Yet, as soon as those golden eyes lock onto yours, your mind is flooded with images of him and you doing every dirty act you can imagine. You try to focus and answer the questions as best as you can, but each time you look at him, a new filthy scenario comes to mind. At least Lord Kenobi looks amused, and you can only wonder what he must think. The interview ends and you're crushed thinking you've blown you're only chance at working more closely with him.

Ugh OKAY look you can’t keep doing this to me my heart CANNOT take this! Here you go!

(the thot inbox is open fyi if y’all want to send some in!)

Your superiors have been raving about your work for weeks now. Reports? 100% accuracy. Your subordinates? All in line, and most of them even give you good reviews. Your inventory? Not a single nutri-cracker unaccounted for. You’ve been receiving so many positive remarks that you feel like you are literally glowing whenever you turn your data pad on. You’ve been sending money back to your elderly parents back home, and they’ve been taking good care of the rest of the family. You…you really do hope to retire soon, and go back to them. You just want to see them again.

You’re at your desk for another day of reading and filing paperwork when your pad buzzes. A frown crosses your face - you’ve silenced non-critical alerts. The only people who should be able to bypass that are much higher than you in the organization. Nervously, you turn it over and check it, hoping your superior won’t catch you reading messages

Your presence is required for an interview in conference room 19-562.1A at 3:00 PM. Do not be late.

You check the sender, but there’s nothing there except an official stamp from the Corps of Logistics. There’s a tap at your door.

“Lieutenant, reading messages? On the job?” your superior asks in a vaguely teasing tone and you put your pad down in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, sir,” you say, “I got a note saying that I’m scheduled for an interview at 3? Do you know anything about it?” They shake their head and you frown again.

“Who is it from?” they ask, coming around to your side of the desk.

“It’s a generic message,” you say, showing them the message. “But it’s on the executive floor…” They sigh.

“Well, either someone is really happy with you, or they’re really pissed at you.” You nod in response, and turn worried eyes up at your superior.

“If…anything happens…you’ll send my last check to my family, right?” They give you a mirthless smile and nod. “Your service has been exemplary thus far…we should be able to arrange that.”

You know what organization you work for and the dangers it brings. All it takes is one misinterpreted look and you could be thrown in prison. Or worse.

At 2:40 PM, you head out for your meeting. It’s a short elevator ride away, but if you’re late, you might as well shoot yourself and save them the trouble. You step out into the marble-clad atrium and then step through the ostentatious glass doors. A secretary at the desk gives you a look, their eyes sliding from your rank bar to your face.

“May I help you?” they ask, and you feel like you are being judged harshly by this random person. Still, you nod respectfully and give your name and rank. Then you add on, a bit unnecessarily, “I have an appointment, but I am not certain with whom. Only a generic stamp was used.” They look down at the pad and tilt their head. “Go take a seat. You will be seen shortly.” 

You murmur a hasty, polite thank you and sink down into one of the plush velvet chairs. You cross one leg over the other neatly, your hat in your lap, and your eyes focused on the wall in front of you. The entire room is decorated in harsh scarlets, golds, and white marble, and it looks atrocious. You wonder who committed the crime of decorating here. At least the window grants you a view of the beautiful city outside.

You’re being watched, of course, by the secretary and the numerous cameras around the place, undoubtedly looking for something. You keep as calm as you can. At precisely 3, the door opens. The secretary doesn’t look at you as you get to your feet and head in, following the droid. It leads you to yet another room, where the decor is tastefully done in earthy colors. You wait at the door, standing at attention, waiting for the person who had called you - 

“Sweetheart,” comes the familiar purr. Your body jerks in surprise and your pulse skyrockets. “Sir,” the reply falls automatically from your lips.

You can feel as he comes into the room, his electric presence brushing up against the corners of your mind. He sinks down in his chair and crosses one long, lean leg over the other. He rests his chin in his hand as he watches you. Like before, the presence is subtle, golden, as he tastes your mind. Once he’s satisfied, he gestures you forward. You stop just in front of him, hands at your sides as you stand at attention. 

“Your performance has been exemplary this quarter,” he says. “Were you thinking about having my cock, sweetheart? Or are there other reasons?”

You can’t stop yourself from thinking about your family still living in near-poverty back home, and you decide it’s best to be honest. It’s not like he doesn’t already know what you’re thinking.

“Having your cock would be nice, sir,” you say. “But I also have family back home. My brother…he wants to become an artist.” You cut yourself off from your rambling. Don’t be a distraction. He didn’t ask for you to elaborate. Lord Kenobi hums as he looks at the pad in his hands.

“Truly phenomenal work, sweetheart…perhaps it is time for your reward?” he asks, looking up at you. Pure heat fills you, and he gestures for you to sit down. He levitates another pad to you.

Position: Imperial Administrative Assistant, Level 7 Pay Grade: 7A - SRT5 Hours: Standard Travel: 25% of the month is typical, but may require longer stretches depending on circumstance. Clearance: 8-TN9 or Higher Qualifications: Recommendation from superior. Five years in administrative assistant position, specialization in diplomacy/negotiations… 

You frown in confusion. He watches you intently. The pay increase is mind-boggling.

“I’ve recommended you for a transfer,” he purrs. “Should you accept, you and I will be seeing each other far more frequently.”

You stare down at the pad for a moment, “Lord Kenobi, I am truly honored…however, I do not have these qualifications…and I am afraid I won’t be able to provide the same level of service I am providing in my current position. Will that be a problem?”

He gives you one of those soft, dangerous smiles. “That will be no issue. You will be taught all you need to know.”

At long last, you swallow down your anxiety, and ask, “If I pass the interview…who would I be working with?” He waves your comment off. “Do not concern yourself with that information. Your interview is at 4 PM.” You frown. “Tomorrow?” He gives you an annoyed look.

“Today,” he says curtly, and pure horror fills you.

“What? I haven’t prepared - my resume isn’t updated,” you babble out, “I don’t have recommendations, and I haven’t even had a chance to ask my references for permission to give their information out - sir, I - “ He waves you away. “You’ll be fine. You may go wait in the lobby for the interview.” 

Standing on shaking legs, you get to your feet and scuttle away. The secretary doesn’t give you a second look as you step out into the blazing red and gold hellscape in the lobby. You take a minute to try and center yourself - you’re being tested under pressure, that’s what they’re doing. They want to know you can handle last minute changes. Swallowing, you sit down and try to go over the questions you could still remember from your interview for your current position.

All too soon, you’re called back for the interview, and you step into the same room as before. You can see six much higher ranking individuals at a desk. Lord Kenobi sits at the head of the table, his golden eyes fixed on you. Oh, you’re fucked. So, so fucked. Your mouth is dry as Tattooine right now, and you’re pretty sure you’re shaking in your boots. You sit down at the end of the table by yourself.

The first few questions are standard - name, rank, how long you’ve been working at the Empire, and what your daily routine is like. As the nerves start to wear off, you feel a tiny bit more comfortable, and your death grip on your hat loosens. The Admiral asks your first landmine question, probably designed to test your diplomatic skill.

“Why did you apply for this position?” he asks, his nose curling slightly as he looks down at your profile, “You haven’t the qualifications.”

“I was recommended for this position, sir,” you say calmly. “I am aware I am unqualified, but it is my greatest hope that I can continue learning so that I may perform well, if I am chosen for this role.” 

- warmth engulfs you, and you’re spread out in a nest of soft, silken sheets and pillows. A warm, wet mouth covers yours as a hand squeezes your thigh. As your head falls back, you feel something probing at your folds, something warm and blunt and - 

You swallow and try to push the thought away as the others discuss something between themselves. You try to ignore the heat rising in your belly as another Admiral speaks.

“...and are you aware of what this position will entail, exactly?” she asks, a brow raised at you.

You recite the requirements back at them, and they share a look between themselves. They go back to muttering.

- a gasp falls from your lips as you dig your fingernails into someone’s back. His cock starts to inch inwards, spreading your slick walls open. He’s so, so thick it makes you squirm and whine, forcing you to gasp for air as your poor little pussy strains to take him all in - 

Oh no, not right now. Why is your brain misbehaving? You hope they can’t tell that you’re squirming in your chair as you try to remain calm.

“Lord Kenobi, I do not believe she is fully educated on what this position will entail,” the Admiral says carefully. “I think it would be…ethical…if we reiterate the requirements to her.”

Lord Kenobi gives you a small smirk.

- he finally seats himself all the way inside, drawing a short, soft cry from you. His teeth find your shoulder and he starts to move. As he pumps into your body, your sodden cunt makes the most obscene sounds, wet and loud and messy -

“She knows exactly what she will be doing if she chooses to work under me,” Lord Kenobi says.

With a rush, you realize that’s why he recommended you for this role. Pure heat fills you - this time, it’s all your own, and you gnaw on your lower lip. Boldly, you look him in the eye and ask the most important question you have for him.

“Would I be your slave, sir?” you ask. “Or will I be your equal?”

The others exchange a look as Lord Kenobi gives you a long look. You’re not going to be a toy to be tossed aside once he’s bored. If he really wants you in his bed, if he truly wishes to have you, he will have to be prepared to have all of you. And if he’s not prepared to give you that, you’re not sure you can fulfill that role in his life. Sith Lord or not, you will be treated with respect, and you will not settle for anything less. He smirks at you.

“You can never be my equal,” he says, and you know that’s true. You’re not a Sith lady, and you don’t have the same desire for conquest that he does. “But…you will never be a toy. You will be mine - body, mind, and soul. You will sit by my side, and only mine.”

“Does that go both ways, sir?” you dare to ask.

He laughs. 

“Come here, sweetheart,” he says, and you obey. You hope the Admirals can’t see the shaking of your legs, or how drenched the back of your pants are. Lord Kenobi pats his knee and you sink down, embarrassed of the wet spot you will undoubtedly leave on his linen pants. He tilts your face up to his and stares deeply into your eyes.

“You will serve me well,” he says.

“I’ll send the transfer orders,” one of the Admirals says. “You have chosen well, Lord Kenobi.”

“You may leave,” Lord Kenobi says to the Admirals. “I require privacy with my new assistant.”