Non-stop Nut November

[cuntryroads]

The B(ring)Y(our)O(wn)K(ink) Meme

Everyone has a favorite kink or scene or prompt they love to play out - and even if you don't, there has to be something you've always wanted to try, right? A kink? A premise? A prompt? While memes these days are doing great at covering fetishes and coming up with great premises, you can't expect them to cover everything anyone could ever want. There are just too many unique ideas out there!

This meme tries to solve that problem by being a catch-all and hinging on a very simple premise: bring what YOU want to play and focus on that! It puts the power of choosing the direction of threads entirely in your hands. Find other people who will be totally down with playing what you want to play, and let them know just what you're interested in. Simple, right? It's just like a BYOB barbecue, only a lot sexier.

How To Play:

- Comment with your character. DON'T LEAVE YOUR COMMENT BLANK OR I'LL BEAT YOUR ASS. Instead, copy and paste the information below and fill it out to suit your needs. Or use your own ideas.

kink name/scenario here

information goes here. wax poetic about titfucking or be sparse as you see fit.

<SPAN STYLE="font-size: x-large"> <font face="georgia">kink name/scenario here</font></span> <blockquote><small>information goes here, your most secret desires</small></blockquote>

- Be as specific or as vague as you want. You can put a kink and the definition (i.e., paizuri), or go all out with a scenario description ("I want my character to get fucked by his brother, who is an alien octopus"). Include pictures to serve as prompts if you'd like, but please link to anything that could be considered triggering instead of embedding it. Otherwise, all ideas, kinks, AUs, prompts, and scenarios welcome.

- Comment to people whose ideas and kinks are relevant to your interests.

- Thread those puppies out!

Comments

Ranka Lee | Macross Frontier | OTA

[nyan_nyan]

Public/Exhibitionism

Obviously - having sex out in the open. Could either go with a pretty typical sex in a risky place sort of deal or just having sex out in the open whether or not that's okay in this scenario; or having sex for the point of letting people watch, including on stage.

Breeding

Ranka in particular is already an alien human hybrid, who also has some particular traits that could make her of interest for having babies for science. It could definitely be any level of intimate to clinical, and interspecies reproduction is welcome too.

Tentacles

This very easily goes with the last one as well. Any level of consent, anything from an intelligent controller to just some kind of mindless fuckmonster; double, triple, or more penetrations, going extremely deep extremely hard, any kind of cum or egg laying or whatever.

Guro/Snuff

Well. Yeah. Cut her, mutilate her, strangle her to death, eat her - could also be any consent level, and go wit the first or third categories. Or the second? Just leave her unable to get away from her, uh, situation?

Team RWBY | RWBY | OTA (F/F leaning)

[alwaysteamrwby]

Choose Your Girl/s

Pick from any of the four. Can do others. Will limit how many grab Yang, though

Fighting

Fists flying, blades clashing, dancing bodies leading to something more

Fluff

Why bother with the heavy kinks and such and just go for something sweet and adorable, hm?

Dr. Robotnik | Sonic Movie | OTA 21+

[evilgrows]

MUSHROOM PLANET MUTATION

okay this one is more of a scenario than a straight-up kink because it can include any number of kinks itself. but, the basics: at the end of the movie, robotnik is sent to a planet full of mushrooms and in exile turns out Totally Just Fine, actually. the concept here is that spores from said mushrooms have mutative properties and can cause changes in extraplanetary intruders like robotnik. (and, perhaps, anyone else who might end up on said planet or from samples when he gets back home.)

potential kinks: transformation, mind control, sex pollen, weight gain, monster mpreg, oviposition, tentacles, weird dick stuff, and more.

and a couple of others while i'm here:

PETPLAY

i'm always a sucker for petplay, especially with robotnik as the pet. great with collars, pet-style accessories, or even all the way up to heavier-duty tech and body modification.

A/B/O

haven't ever tried this one, but i'd love a scenario in which robotnik's an omega with some pretty heavy duty scientific methods to keep people from knowing that. totally cool with other scenarios too!

STOBOTNIK

okay it's not a kink but it's my otp that i'm always thirsty for so gimme that in any scenario and i'm all over it. stick agent stone in any of those previously listed scenarios/kinks and i'm especially all over it.

OTHER

yes i went back to find one of these to copy paste because i still wanna do stuff. if you have other ideas, hit me up if you'd like! i have a crapton of kinks i'm into, i just have a few concepts i've been craving for a while. i'm really into sub robotnik (not that he's always super into it, of course), but i'm also up for dom robotnik, switch, or no role in particular. anyway, no underage, incest, or bathroom stuff, and kinklist is here!

Kylo Ren/Brianna Solo • r63!Star Wars • ota

[umbraeternam]

Just a few kinks/scenarios been craving recently with her. Also open to suggestions and/or combining with other ideas from her kinklist. No gender preference for prompts unless specifically noted. Cross canon welcome by default, likewise with canon and timeline shenanigans, and often game for AUing characters/situations to make things work. Prior/established CR is always welcome regardless of scenario specifics.

somnophilia

she doesn't tend to sleep well, but having a pleasant wake-up call is always a nice surprise. or perhaps she's in a mood and isn't feeling patient enough to wait until your character wakes up. could just be touching/light contact, oral, or some penetration before she/they wake up. ignoring the inherent consent issues in the kink, looking for this to be consensual or mild dub-con at most. assumed CR is best here if there isn't prior/established CR as she has trust issues specifically related to sleep.

tight spaces

this is on the more specific side but she secretly has a thing for sex in close quarters or tight spaces, where there's not the room for a lot of thrusting or moving around and instead they have to rely on mostly grinding and friction, as well as general closeness/touching. bonus points if there's a need for trying to be quiet as well. could be somewhat of a predicament situation, ie. they had to quickly hide somewhere and are pressed against each other, arousal happens, and they decide to try and get off quickly. alternatively, she's confessed to her partner that the idea of this turns her on and they sneak off during an event or otherwise purposely seek out a suitable location to make this happen. could also just be sharing a small bunk or other small space and there's a purposeful effort to stay close. additional potential kinks: clothed sex, full/deep penetration, mouth covering, semi-public sex. strong preference for m/f for this one.

experimentation

between Jedi training, then having a prominent role within the First Order, and knowing someone else could peek inside her mind at nearly any time, she hasn't had much opportunity or time to really explore her sexual interests or what all turns her on. she's not a virgin but her sexual experiences have been relatively limited by default. given that she's curious by nature, there's a lot she might want to try - or try with/on someone else. this would likely work best in a relationship, or a friends-with-benefits type situation, though also open to an impulsive one-night-stand. could include most anything, from sexual positions to toys to specific kinks to using the Force in a sexual manner.

size kink (but not like that)

she's 6'2" (without her boots) and used to being at least a little taller than her partners. while it doesn't bother her and at times is part of the attraction, sometimes she'd like to romp with someone "her own size" or even taller than her. likewise for someone with a stronger build than her own (she's obviously not as physically buff as her canon counterpart, but she certainly doesn't lack strength). not looking for crazy differences here but very open. leaning f/m for this one but again open.

a/b/o

can play her alpha or omega, though picky about situations with the latter. she tends to be fiercely protective and varying levels of possessive regardless of status. very interested in an alpha/alpha scenario, where the attraction and pull is there despite tradition saying it shouldn't be, likely with wrestling for dominance and unintentional mating/biting. for her as an omega, I'd really like to pair her with a more caring/protective sort of alpha who's willing to put up with her defensiveness and aggression, and eventually show her that not everyone's out to use her. bonus points for them trying to help her ride out a heat without fully mating/biting but instincts wind up getting the best of both of them. also interested in canon-ish scenarios where regardless of her status, her bond with the other character winds up compelling her to leave the First Order (or giving her the push she's needed to leave).

the classics

just a note that I'm pretty much always down to write: spoils of war scenarios, capture/interrogation/prisoner scenarios, and the like. either from a canon point of view or some variety of dark AU (ie. purely going dark or specifically Sith-flavored). she'll be gentle, honest. though she does tend to get possessive of her toys.

also generally always game for: femdom, bondage, breathplay, sparring leading to sex, and inappropriate use of the Force.

Konoka Konoe | Mahou Sensei Negima | OTA

[im_gonna_heal_u]

Hypnosis

I like playing out the mental changes that hit Konoka for her to be more sexually active, submissive, and/or craving a particular fetish (no bathroom stuff obviously). Mostly interested in things like perception being messed with, trances, a personality change, submission, and other (horny) mindfuckery. I do like certain ideas like her being oblivious to who's controlling her, or being convinced to do things via erotic dreams.

Magical Masochism/Experimentation

Lightning spells suddenly feeling shockingly good? Weird artifact that lets you chant spells faster but leaves you craving oral? Cursed artifact that leaves you a living rope magnet? Whatever the cause, it's Konoka trying her best to figure out why some flavor of magic is suddenly leaving her hornier than normal or making her sex life unexpectedly interesting.

Breast Kink and Worship

Konoka being enamored by another lady's chest, or another lady playing with Konoka's chest. No envy. Prefer using this as an addendum to one of the two above.

Re: Konoka Konoe | Mahou Sensei Negima | OTA

[crimsongirl]

[So, figured a female muse might work better and maybe combining all three? Like maybe Haruka from off screen manipulates Konoka since she might have feelings for Homura, lays a trap for an artifact to help enhance their pleasure (maybe other effects, haven't thought much on it), and chest worship...well that seems obvious given Homura's canon. Open to other ideas or tweaking this.]

[im_gonna_heal_u]

[[Oh, those actually sound intriguing! I'd go with Haruka manipulating Konoka via potions/spells since she would either be noted to be less hostile to their group or outright unaffiliated with a ninja school, and artifacts Konoka finds to keep up with the cast (even as just a medic or avoiding conflict) can naturally be messed with so she is totally flubbing that fight/serving Homura in a maid outfit with glazed eyes/happened to show up captured acting on her own for Homura's benefit and is totally not getting manipulated at all, honest.]]

[crimsongirl]

[I like the idea of Konoka being a medic; certainly would help the cast in not trusting Haruka all the time due to her experiments. Maybe Haruka gives her a potion or mixes things up just to make Konoka more attracted to Homura, sensing the chemistry between the two. I like the idea of a maid outfit, maybe offering her leader a massage and leading to the smut? Maybe even using the artifact or potion to make Homura more honest and into it?]

[im_gonna_heal_u]

[[All of that's good as long as there's some hypnosis involved in Konoka's convincing (how Haruka does it I'm not picky). Care to start or should I?]]

[crimsongirl]

[How about you start us off this time?]

[im_gonna_heal_u]

Konoka Ko-- no, just Konoka now, had picked up work as a specialized medic. The world of ninjas was still somewhat foreign and very dangerous, and while used to the concepts of supernatural strength and speed, Konoka still felt ill adapted. Until she could afford to get her hands on a few artifacts and perhaps get stronger, she doubted anyone would take her in proper (and she wasn't very interested in getting mixed up in the politics anyway).

For now, her answer was to take simple healing jobs. Her most frequent customers were the former Hebijo Clan. Apparently they were hard up for good healing.

She had to say, their team leader was... amazing. Konoka caught herself staring a few times when they met, but she'd swore she wouldn't get too involved. Not until she could truly face the world again. Some days she even came around without needing to charge them, it was honestly just more than enough if she could simply admire Homura hang out with them.

This was a regular routine visit, and Konoka came across their base, making sure her arrival was discreet. She wasn't sure who was around, but she had heard they'd recently been seen in a mission or two. Did they need help...?

[crimsongirl]

The Crimson Squad was hardly one to take on new members. Still being labeled as renegade shinobi, despite their innocence proven, not many would give them a job to do. And if there were jobs, they tended to piss Homura off, as she refused to have anyone on her team responsible for a massacre. They were hardly heroes, but even she knew there were evils in the world no man should unleash onto others. Such was one reason why her team settled for slaying Yoma.

The demons however were not pushovers. It was one reason why they even hired on a medic, less they suffer another concoction by Haruka. Fortunately the one they hired, while not that good in a fight, did prove to be a lifesaver in more than one way. Everyone really loved having Konoka, even Homura, who did start to feel something whenever they were alone. Homura being Homura though, such feelings were pushed down and never brought up. But there was one person who did take notice: Haruka. The eldest of the shinobi couldn't resist teasing her leader, and the new tension between the two intrigued the pink shinobi.

The latest venture to kill Yoma left everyone in the room lying around, covered in bandages. Haruka and Homura were the only ones sitting up straight. Yomi laid back on the bean bag chair, Mirai was hanging over the small couch pathetically, and Hikage...well was just on the ground, unmoving beyond some breathing.

As Konoka entered, Haruka chuckled. "Ah Konoka, just in time! No worries, Hikage is just being Hikage, as usual. Homura missed you quite a lot, always saying how she wants your magic touch--"

Haruka was cut off, screaming a bit as Homura pinched cheek quite hard. "Ignore this idiot. Just patch us up. Mainly those three first since somebody still has a working mouth."

Not for long with that vice grip though.

nikolai lantsov | grishaverse | ota

[kingperfect]

a/b/o

can be either designation, but prefer omega trying to hide it with suppressants or omega/beta turned alpha after being turned into a monster (he is basically a were-shadow monster in canon, it's a whole thing) (also: can fuck as human or monster.)

this includes the whole a/b/o gamut of heat/rut/knotting/etc. all a/b/o tropes welcome.

breeding

can be from a/b/o scenario or from changes done to his body after being infected with merzost (again: can be the monster or just human.)

would also love possibly an ovi/xeno situation with the monster impregnating your character.

xeno

literally, love for nonhumans to apply (again, he can also be the monster 💖)

bdsm (as sub)

nikolai loves powerful women being mean to him, so i'd love to see him bound/punished/stepped on by one :> (open to not just women too)

also including humiliation kink/orgasm denial & edging/forced chastity, etc in this.

wildcard

i'm actually pretty open/available to most things! this is my kink list, if you see something else of interest feel free to bring it up!

[khaldia]

[ as discussed! definitely hitting bdsm (and all listed kinks) and xeno at the least. knowing us we'll probably hit some of the other stuff on your kinklist. ;) could possibly hit attempted breeding - going either way - at some point? but for sure the other stuff. ]



[ It's not terribly often that the Queen spends all day at Court. Not often reason for her to these days, when there isn't a festival or event taking place, or a series of duels. After all, it's not as if she has to; it's been many seasons since anyone were foolish enough to try and tell her how to conduct her own Court. Most of the Unseelie have been around long enough to know that the Queen will be available when she needs to be, when she wants to be, and not a moment sooner. And if you've managed to get on her bad side at some point? Well, you'll be waiting even longer still.

This day there had been no plan for it to be a full day of taking an audience. Half of a day perhaps, as there were a couple with matters actually pressing that merited her attention, and then more would inevitably flutter in as word spread that Her Majesty was present in the great hall to hear concerns. It's as she's indulging such a case, barely managing to not project the boredom she feels, that one of her Guard slips up beside her throne to speak quietly for her ears only.

One had traveled to the Court with a peculiar case, and would she care to hear them out or should they send them on their way? Near all of her Guard knew how she tended to tolerate only so many hours of these boring affairs before her patience grew paper-thin. Khaldia asks for a name before she makes a decision; when she hears it her boredom drifts away.

She doesn't directly meddle or engage with many kingdoms outside of Fae — at least, she hasn't for a good century or two — but that's not to say she's not aware of the going's on in the rest of the world. (A ruler of her power has people for precisely that purpose.) One never knows when it might be useful to know such things. In this case, the prince's name is more than passingly familiar. A rumor had drifted to her ears one night that one of the Lantsovs were poking around at Fae magicks. Fuzzy details but that didn't stop the rumor from sparking a bit of intrigue. It seems perhaps she'll get to find out the truth of the rumored matter herself. The choice on whether to give the young Lantsov an audience is an easy one, though she does tell her Guard that will be the last she hears today.

The Queen sits comfortably upon her throne, both legs curled slightly under her though such is hidden beneath the long skirt of a shimmery blue-black dress. Said dress sits off her shoulders but unlike some days does cover everything that the more modest races would deem in need of covering. While it might not be of note to a stranger, those who knew the Queen well knew that a less risque outfit generally meant she was in a level-headed and rational mood. Her hair is down as she often prefers, colored a warm brown today, and it presently hides the tips of her pointed ears; no need to pointedly display one of the tell-tale signs of a Sidhe when within her own Court. Her skin too has a warmer hue to it, not quite the ivory that has been seen often enough for others to consider it her natural skintone. With her wings currently out of sight, it may be her eyes that are most distinct right then, as bright blue irises ringed with onyx follow the latest person to request a moment of her time.

Khaldia doesn't arch a perfect eyebrow in curiosity though she feels it, simply sitting still with her hands lightly clasped in her lap, the nails of which are naturally drawn to a point. There's something she can sense but can't quite put her finger on and it has her all the more intrigued by this turn of events. She'll let the youngster — not a judgment, near everyone was younger than her, whether by years or millenia — speak first, and see if he's truly worth her time or if he will prove just another waste of it. ]

[kingperfect]

[ khaldia is greeted with the sight of a tall, smartly dressed man with golden hair and hazel eyes — almost fae-like himself, with his high cheekbones and the cut of his jaw — making his way towards her throne.

and nikolai approaches the throne carefully — with the same self-assured confidence he brings with him to any given room, but also with the reverence properly given to any royalty. especially on their own domain. he gives a curt bow before launching into ]

I need help. As loath as I am to admit it, I've made a mistake that I'm fairly certain can only be undone the way it was made. You may want to fetch snacks before I start.

[ on that glib little note, he starts monologuing. ]

My father is half-asleep on the throne, and my brother will waste it just as well. All he cares about is drinking and his horses. I was hoping he'd relinquish his claim if I asked, but that hasn't been the case.

[ in fact, vasily has doubled down by attending meetings he never would have given a single shit about previously, needing so many things repeated or questions answered that they now take twice as long. but it was hard to delve into that without making both of them look like bickering children. ]

So, I'd been doing research. [ into fae and magicks and rituals, into bargaining. this sort of thing had been an idle interest on par with his thousands of other idle interests. nikolai is nothing if he's not reading and researching things like building flying machines, making explosives, and… this. one blowout with vasily, one almost-massacre made by his brother's own "helping" led him to an act of desperation — not that he would ever use that word. "decision-making with limited options," maybe. ]

I decided to make a bargain for power, and made the oft-repeated mistake of not reading the fine print. What can I say? Nobody's perfect.

[ being smarmy is his own attempt to bury any embarrassment or shame associated with his mistake. he didn't even want to admit it out loud. his request, phrased back to him, was whether he wanted to seize power from the shadows. as smart as he was, he still tripped headfirst over his own ambition by saying yes. ]

Now I have this pesky little problem, which is why I've come to you. At night, when I try to sleep, I turn into something else. A demon, monster, whatever you'd like to call it. It goes off on its own, flying to who knows where and trying to eat anyone it encounters. I've created an impressive record of waking up covered in blood in fields and such for someone with no drinking problem. Hopefully you can see why this may not be the lifestyle I'm after, and why I might want it reversed.

[ subconsciously, one gloved hand rubs at the other. always gloved, ever since It Happened. even when he's not a monster, shadows now stain his fingers like the darkest ink. ]

[khaldia]

[ It doesn't escape her notice the way Nikolai carries himself, or the respectful care that's taken. Points in his favor, to be certain, and at the least it keeps her inclined to hear him out. Interesting tales did tend to be easier to indulge as well.

And this, this is an interesting one indeed.

There's a point as he unwinds his trouble that Khaldia does arch one eyebrow ever so slightly, indication that he does have her attention. The little flairs of his personality? Sure, they could have been done without but they also don't irk her in this instance. They're not the sort of remarks that are disrespectful, more a sign of nerves in her estimation. Particularly the latter comment about not being perfect. ]

Indeed, it does sound like you have a problem, Prince.

[ Her eyes slide over him, noting the way he holds his hands. It's easy enough to presume that she might be wondering at what this 'demon' or 'monster' may look like. Which she does, though she also has a few guesses given how he started off speaking. ]

Am I to understand that it was someone from my Court that you sought to bargain with? A bargain that it would seem did bestow you with a form of power, though not exactly what you had hoped for.

[ Yes, that did sound like a bit of familiar trickery. Even if a Fae might argue it was hardly "trickery" if it was more a matter of the person seeking a bargain not truly understanding what they were getting. ]

[kingperfect]

[ the fact that he's met with curiosity instead of outright rejection is enough to give him hope. (whatever braincells he has left roaming around that skull of his tell him to be real careful with turning hope into trust — trust and the fae are two different things that don't belong on the same continent, let alone the same room. ]

That's the short of it. And the long of it too, I suppose. It was a fairly brief conversation.

[ he realizes too late that he's drawn attention to his hands, even when he quickly shifts them to his sides instead. ]

[khaldia]

Perhaps a longer conversation would have saved you some strife.

[ Only barely does she keep from pursing her lips in the slightest hint of amusement at the way he tries to act like someone with nothing to hide. It's nothing personal; she's simply seen degrees of such behavior in far too many people over the years. ]

So you made a hasty bargain that didn't turn out as you planned, and now you have come to me looking for a remedy. Does that sound about right?

[ There's a touch of amusement in her voice with that observation, though not the malicious sort. More akin to that of an adult when a child has gotten themselves into some kind of trouble they can't get out of on their own.

And while she does want to make clear exactly what he's after, she also can't help but to want to make him reiterate that he's come to her for help. That he needs her help.

Khaldia relaxes back slightly against her throne, a hand lifting to tuck hair behind one distinctly pointed ear. Her gaze has yet to leave him. ]

I'm curious why you have come to me and not sought the one that you made this bargain with in the first place.

[kingperfect]

You've got it in one.

[ not the biggest fan of being talked down to like a child with his hand stuck in a cookie jar, but at this point he's like ah yes this is #JustSupernaturalBeingThings. nikolai can deal with condescension if it's part of the price of getting what he wants. ]

How can you trust someone who tricked you to not do it again? Fool me once, et cetera. I was seeking out the best. [ he winks like a dumbass (like it will do him any favors??)] The prettiest, too.

something a bit different from our usual >.>

[umbraeternam]

[ let's say xeno (hi shadow monster) and breeding (ovi if you want :x), not remotely opposed to knotting in any form. could sprinkle in some a/b/o type vibes if you want. something like Sith!Kylo attempting to tame the beast and maybe she can through her power but it requires doing a bit more than she was expecting? also as always feel free to riff off this starter and tweak as needed. :* ]



[ As Kylo climbs out of her ship she scowls at the stench of the planet, the smell dampened by her mask but still very much present. If this wound up being another hollow rumor she was going to flay the disciple that had brought it to her attention. Some cursed man — or cursed beast — that was supposedly fearsome enough the Sith had left it alone despite being the cause of it. Well, one Sith Lord was the cause of it, according to the story she had been told. Unfortunately not one she could confirm; the individual in question had been killed the year before she claimed the Sith throne for herself, though there was confusion over whether they'd been killed by a rival or the beast. More importantly, or at least of more value to her, was the rumored power of this creature. Not simply through what they were but who they were, or had been before they were cursed.

It all was enough to spark her curiosity and keep that flame burning steady despite the war going on. Although to be fair the war had quieted a fair bit in recent months. Perhaps it was predictable, that the threat of a weapon even more devastating than the Deathstar would encourage the Resistance and New Republic to at least attempt diplomacy with the First Order. Or perhaps it was the uncertain and thus arguably more dangerous threat of the Order's current leader. All the players on the current galactic stage knew the power that Palpatine had possessed. His reappearance alone had nearly brought the war to a halt for assorted reasons. That one much younger had slain him and was rumored to have taken his power? Well, that certainly had interesting implications.

Kylo liked to think the fact she had yet to use any of the former Emperor's weapons of mass destruction upon any Republic cities or planets spoke well enough to how her goals were not that of her predecessors. Those who knew who she was behind the mask, who knew where she came from, might have considered such a thing to indicate there might be enough of her mother and grandmother in her to spare the galaxy at least some pain. Whether she was wholeheartedly interested in the truce that the diplomats on both sides were currently working on remained up in the air. She had taken over the Sith, added their power to her own... how could someone like that settle on diplomacy?

Thoughts of the war were only on her mind insomuch as their part in her reason for seeking to find if this particular dark rumor had any truth to it. Power often sought more power, one way or another. Others had once sought to make her a weapon in their own arsenal; she wouldn't mind having her own. Even if simply to keep her people in line. Even if just to prove yet another thing that she was capable of. That her power and abilities were such that she could tame a creature others dared not seek. She might even be able to cleanse it, or bind the curse that had been cast, and then a certain kingdom would owe her a great deal.

First, of course, she has to find it.

She's relieved at least to discover that the smell that reminded her of Dagobah was confined to jungle she had landed near, the smell fading as she makes her way to the sizable village within sight distance. The outskirts have a... questionable appearance, one that makes a little more sense when the elders confirm to her a dark, dangerous creature lurks in the region. One known for stalking and killing, to the point that the villagers sometimes left "sacrifices" for the creature within the jungle, or outside the village. They all struggle to describe it to her, speaking of darkness and shadow. Even from their thoughts she can't glean much more. It must have some swiftness to it, she assumes, or fur so dark it blends too easily with the night.

It's only at the elders' urging that Kylo waits a night before venturing out. She notes that when she takes off her mask for an offered meal none of them seem to care or be bothered by her amber-tinted eyes. While there seemed to be a slightly stronger sense of the Force on the planet, she hadn't found record in her earlier searching that this planet had a specific connection to the Sith. That night she manages to sleep, though it's not perfectly tranquil. Restless, at a point, when her dreams shift and she senses a darkness she hasn't felt before. Something discontent and pained, something that hungers. Her dream-vision shows the silhouette of trees in the dark, stone walls, something akin to claws dragging across a surface. She wakes to the low rumble of a growl near her ear, though she's alone within the hut.

Kylo sets out early so that she can give the jungle a wide berth, knowing that doing so will drastically increase the time it will take her. Still, the system's star yet shines above by the time she lays eyes on familiar Sith architecture. Whether a grand residence or a temple she can't tell from the outside, and as she gradually makes her way inside it's difficult to tell if it were once one and transitioned into the other. There's a level of power present, she can tell that much.

The space seems old, but not empty, even if there's not the distinct sign of life that some might expect. Kylo stops in a corridor to take off her helm, breathing in the slightly stale air, and sends out her power, slowly reaching. Searching. What she eventually hits against seems to lash out before recoiling, and as she pulls her power back she moves to follow that thread of life, leaving her helm behind.

There were sacrifices done here, she thinks, as she moves deeper through wide corridors and down perfectly carved steps. Not recently, somewhere in the very distant past. Perhaps... perhaps the creature was bound here through that old power? Assuming it even was here to begin with. It did sound like something an old Sith Lord might do. Whatever is there, whether the old power or the living thing she senses, something has the soft flare of warning humming in the back of her mind. She's come too far though to leave with no more knowledge than she arrived with.

And what she does find in a room that may have once been a study of some sort isn't what she expects. He looks just a man, if a bit disheveled, but she can clearly sense something more. A danger that quickens her pulse, and a darkness that calls to the power not originally her own. The natural green of her eyes starts to become tinted by amber once more. ]

I must say I was expecting to discover something... taller. [ Kylo's voice is calm and clear as ever, though she yet makes no move from where she stands partially in the wide doorway. From the corner of her eye she notes how the heavy door appears to have been torn off at some point. ] Are you the Cursed One, or just a petty smuggler seeking whatever still may be valuable here?

[kingperfect]

Not tall? I think I'm well above average.

[ he is clearly doing his best to ignore the actual meaning of that statement. the person in what was probably a study in another life is currently a person (and 6'2", so rude), with disheveled blond hair, shadow-stained hands, and a voice like broken glass. (it was harder to heal from the havoc the shadows wreaked in his chest and throat when 1) he couldn't control how long he was or wasn't human at any given time and 2) because of that, pretty much everyone this side of the planet was too afraid to go near him (or the cursed sith temple, let's be real) in any form, choosing to pay tribute to him like an eldritch deity instead. even if it took the pressure to hunt (and the guilt of the killing) off of him, it still felt shameful. and, well, dehumanizing. did they even know something human still existed here? as time went on, it felt less and less likely.

sometimes the tributes were meaningless, anyway, if the monster decided to hunt for the thrill of it. he was only present in the same way one is present in their dreams, able to observe but not really control. (additionally: it really wasn't fair that the monster was able to leave the grounds of the place he'd been bound to, while he was unable to do so in human form.)

even when her eyes flash amber — the same shade he was unlikely to ever forget, for all that had been done to him — his humanity was fully ready to ignore it in favor of latching on to the littlest scrap of attention. all he'd been doing for the last immeasurable amount of years to hold on was reading the same books over and over. the sith had horrible taste in books. whichever ones he could actually read, that is. always bodies as tribute, never a kindle. ]

Cursed One? That's what they're calling me? [ he makes a face. ] How boring. Do you know the story? You must, to be all the way out here. My brother made a bad bargain with the Sith. The rest of my family was slaughtered, and I since I survived, I was made an example of. Only I wasn't a very good example, as you can see. [ he coughs; his throat isn't completely on board with how much he wants to chatter to a whole new person. ]

That doesn't lend itself as well to a zingy name, though, I suppose. You can call me Nikolai. Unless you have something more creative than Cursed One that I can take into consideration. [ he coughs again, something raspy and jagged. ]

[umbraeternam]

[ She's decently able to hide her surprise at the way conversation spills out from the stranger. At not simply that but what he says. It would seem there was truth to this particular rumor after all. Not precisely what had been told to her but such was to be expected; it would have utterly shocked her if that initial rumor had been correct to a fault.

Her gaze wants to linger on his hands, finding the stain of them curious, though the sound of his voice keeps her focus, and keeps her eyes up. Painful, is her first thought. But then she almost wants to laugh at herself because why wouldn't it be? Clearly no one else was here and the way the villagers had spoken it hadn't been as if they seemed to be aware a person was here. ]

Yes, that's what the rumors call you.

[ It's easy information to offer and costs her nothing. Curiosity bids her forward but Kylo stays where she is, the familiar sense of warning yet to leave the back of her mind. The way he coughs as he speaks isn't helping any. ]

If that's what you prefer, I can call you Nikolai. My name is Kylo. [ Her eyes flicker back down to his hands. ] I'm not here to kill you, if that's what you think. [ She hopes the fact her lightsaber remains clipped to her belt and she holds no other weapon is indication enough of that. ]

What I was told... left out some of those details. Those who live near speak only of a beast. You don't look like a beast to me, but I can sense there's quite more to you than what I see before me.

[kingperfect]

[ it's wild that her killing him hadn't even occurred to him until that moment. it was that perceived invincibility, that any mundane attempts on his (i.e., the monster's) life had failed. even the sith lords responsible couldn't tame the very thing they'd created. what was an attempt by a whole single sith, then? ]

Then they forget that "Cursed One" implies that someone had to be cursed in the first place. Maybe they think that I curse them? [ he coughs again, into his elbow. damp blackness is left in the material there when he pulls it away, but he either doesn't notice or purposefully ignores it. ]

I'm the beast half the time. Most of the time. Whenever it decides it's hungry. I can't really control it. Maybe if I were Force-sensitive... well, if I were Force-sensitive, I probably wouldn't be stuck here in the first place, would I?

[ the monster is tangled in his presence in the force; despite his human appearance, they're one and the same. it's a huge dark shadow, something ancient and hungry, something that seems mismatched with, for all intents and purposes, a twenty-something with the humor and disposition of a smuggler that got turned the wrong way (and maybe had laryngitis, but still). there's hardly a trace of him left in the force at all, just some traces of gold here and there.

(could she control it? nope, he's not going to bring it up. not ready to initiate a game of fuck around and find out with a sith.) ]

[umbraeternam]

Some believe you are who is cursed. That's how it was first told to me. [ Kylo tilts her head slightly as she watches him cough and seem to cough something up. This is all curious, so curious, but she must hold to what little caution she possesses. Admittedly, it would be easier to be cautious if he were as ugly as previous dangers she's faced. ] The one responsible, or the last one if that's more accurate, is dead. Though I'm guessing by the fact you're still here his death didn't free you from this.

[ And how hungry is it right now? The reflexive question doesn't quite hit the tip of her tongue, thankfully. She may have been reckless but she wasn't that foolish.

Though she hesitates, Kylo dares to come a pace or two forward, not quite within the room. He's not being aggressive, after all, although she can't help but wonder just how quickly that could change. Even if he doesn't appear a danger like he is, she knows better than to fully take that at face-value. His energy is... like nothing she's come across before. (Yet there's a hint of uncomfortable familiarity, of making her recall the energy she had absorbed from the Emperor and how his poisoned spirit had tried desperately to take her over before she destroyed him.) What had the Sith done to him? ]

You say they wanted to make an example of you; what example is that?

[ After a moment she realizes that might seem a strange question, since to him she might appear to be no different from Sith he had the misfortune to deal with in the past. (On the heels of that she also has to wonder just how long he's been here, been like this.) Kylo didn't like to be an open book, exactly, but she knew what it was like to be kept in the dark, only fed certain bits of information at a time. If she were to have any chance of success at handling this man and his beast, for lack of a better way of putting it, then she would need to get him to trust her and trust required honesty. ]

I was not originally Sith. I know I may look it, or feel it— [ He might not be Force-sensitive but if the beast were something of Sith origin, it felt safer to err on the side of caution. ] —but you could say it's a more recent acquisition.

[kingperfect]

Oh, no, it's me. I just wish something catchier had stuck. Cursed One? Really.

[ nikolai doesn't move to meet her — a reflection of his lack of trust towards the monster, not his attitude about kylo. his current mood about kylo is still "absolutely thrilled to speak to another person, even if they are a dangerous sith."

her question is what finally makes his speech hesitate, brow furrowing. (why is he lying to the only person who has deigned to dig through rubble to speak to him in who knows how long? (he lost track of "how long" a long-ass while ago. years could be decades could be centuries and he'd be none the wiser.) ]

It's not only that. Which is to say I'm not lying. [ deliberate obscuring, fine. ] My brother did think he was negotiating with Republic who turned out to be Sith. That's how the rest of my family died. I escaped. But that wasn't the why of it.

[ he clears his throat. it's becoming easier to speak, the less he shuts up. now he gets a chance to measure how much of his rasp is disuse and how much is damage from the demon seizing his body. ]

I made advances on a Sith lord's … hm. How to put it. [ he tilts his head, thoughtful. ] Unreciprocated love interest? She liked me more than him, and who could blame her? I think I'm still pretty dashing, all things considered. But he wanted her for his own, and he thought death for me would be too kind. It might have been some sort of punishment for her, actually. I don't hold her accountable.

[ another coughing fit interrupts him. this time, he turns his head to spit the blackness out. blood? maybe. but he keeps right on going like it never happened. ]

Don't know what became of her, but I know what became of me. He wanted to make a monster of me, he just didn't realize what monster he would get. Good to know his death changed nothing, though. [ he's flippant, but his entire manner suggests that that's probably just How He Is. ]