#Azem sounds like a hot mess and I love it

[elizabethrobertajones]

Oooooh Frog has one pink eye and hair that grows in pink because Azem was a ridiculous pink person back in ze day. I have had a Revelation. An Echo Vision of mine own into their deal :'D

Mostly this just means I have a better grasp on poor Emet-Selch, respectable serious white haired anime man being followed around by perpetually giggling lavender-haired Hyth, and freewheeling pink Azem who is rapidly turning into drunk-girl-in-a-bathroom-goes-on-a-D&D-adventure-textpost made flesh in my imagination.

Ancients aren't asking what he sees in them, they're asking what THEY see in HIM.

[clonewarslover55]

hi! i was wondering if you could do a relationship hc’s for commander neyo please? my boi doesn’t get enough content. i love all your works btw! <3

Yessss!!!! I did Bacara here, now it’s time to do my other psycho hubby 

Commander Neyo relationship headcanons //SFW and NSFW//

SFW

If you even get Neyo to talk to you then you deserve a medal 

Neyo hardly ever talks, and if you piss him off he’ll probably spit in your face 

So be careful of what you say around this Commander. He isn’t the nicest 

If you do happen to get him to talk he won’t say much 

You learn he’s very interested in other species, so you talk about that with him

He doesn’t enjoy talking, so he’ll nod and other things to express himself 

When Neyo talks it’s mostly cuss words anyways 

When Neyo begins to like you, everyone knows immediately

Neyo will talk to you?? And you’re not a clone or his general?? Crazy.  

It’s still not a lot of words but it’s some 

It’s a lot of work to get into a relationship with Neyo, but it’s worth it 

You quickly pick up on his habits because he trusts you enough to allow you to follow him around

Neyo is pretty similar to Bacara, he works out a lot. But not in the same way 

Neyo runs instead of lifting a lot. 

He doesn’t go out for drinks or anything when he’s on leave 

So he runs. A lot. 

If you bug him enough about it he’ll eventually mess up his schedule and come to your home 

He’s obviously very OCD so it takes a lot of bugging to get him to come over

Neyo is fucking awkward at first. He just stands in the center of your living room looking around

You have to shove him to the couch and distract him by a holomovie or whatever 

He relaxes after a few minutes and eventually leans into your touch

Neyo is very awkward on the whole touching thing. He also doesn’t know anything about relationships either 

So it takes a while for him to be fully comfortable around you 

Neyo never came to your place unless you asked him to, but as your relationship progressed that changed 

After one particularly stressful mission he showed up at your house in full armor 

He basically moved in with you at this time. So you bought him comfy sleeping clothes 

Neyo will not admit that he loves the fuzzy socks or comfortable sweatpants 

It’s obvious though 

Neyo doesn’t flirt, but he shows off some. 

When he runs and you watch he makes sure to run extra fast, just simple things like that

When he basically moved in with you he’d wear the sweatpants and nothing else

The sweats were a little too tight they showed off his goods and very muscular legs

The asshole knows this and loves it when you stare at him. 

When he’s that comfortable around you he still hardly talks, he just doesn’t want to 

Neyo never takes you out anywhere unless it’s on a walk at nighttime. 

He always brings you to his favorite rooftop on the upper levels of Coruscant and watch the ships 

He’ll go to restaurants if you want him to, but he’ll be awkward and very very tense 

He hates being in public without his armor 

If he does go out in public with you he will always be touching you. He is very possessive 

This means he gets jealous easily. If someone looks at you or tries to touch you Neyo sees red 

Neyo will kill people over you and not bat an eye. 

Luckily for those pervs, you can relax your angry psycho boyfriend  

That’s why most of your dates are you two just relaxing on your couch 

You’ll have to climb onto him for him to cuddle you at first

He’s so touch starved that he doesn’t really know how to cuddle or anything 

You have to teach him how to relax and such when you lay on him

He ends up loving it 

Sometimes he’ll just pick you up and plop down so he can hold you 

Neyo seems like a hard ass but if you pout and give him puppy eyes he breaks 

It’s his weakness. 

Since he doesn’t talk much you learn his body language easily

It’s harder than it sounds 

Neyo really misses you when he’s away on missions, so he may comm you sometimes 

He’ll come back and just want cuddles because he missed you. 

It’s really sweet. If you say it’s sweet he will scowl at you. 

Neyo’s hair is a little longer than most clones, so he slicks it back 

It keeps it out of his face when he’s wearing his helmet 

He doesn’t slick it back when he’s on leave 

Neyo lets you play with his curly mess of black hair and he loves it 

He has more tattoos then the one on his face 

You made him stand naked in your bedroom while you examined his many scars and tattoos 

He had two sleeves that connect along his chest and back, all with some odd patterns 

The patterns somehow reminded you of death, in a weird way 

The pattern moves down his spine and splits down his lean hips, stopping at his V line

When you asked if the linked tattoos were pointing to his dick he just shrugged and smirked 

Neyo has an odd personality, much like Bacara’s

He can do something absolutely hilarious and keep a straight face 

Neyo doesn’t show too many facial expressions anyways, he’s very good at keeping a mask

If you make him smile it makes your day 

The asshole will mess with you. He loves teasing you in his own way 

You’ll ask him a serious question and shrug, his dark seemly soulless eyes shining 

Neyo doesn’t sleep well and doesn’t seem to like sleeping 

He has terrible nightmares, mostly plagued by his own thoughts 

Neyo really enjoys killing, he enjoys the control.

 He would never hurt you but he still worries. 

He sleeps better with you in his arms, or with his head on your chest 

He’ll still wake up in a cold sweat some nights and will flinch at your touch 

It takes a minute to get him to relax but eventually he’ll calm down 

He just curls up against you, shaking slightly, while you whisper sweet nothings to him

Neyo never thought he could ever show so much weakness, but he loves you 

He’ll probably say it first, like right out of the blue 

When his gruff voice says the three words your heart nearly stops with joy 

Neyo may seem soulless to many, but to you he’s your cuddly lover

NSFW

Help him. He is so awkward 

You have to show him and teach him the first few times 

Once he relaxes and memorizes your body(Very quickly) He doesn’t need anymore teaching 

Once he’s more confident he’ll fuck your brains out 

Neyo is into rough sex, like very into it 

You learn he’d rather fuck you hard that you can’t move than to run. It’s his new favorite exercise

Neyo seemed very dominant at first, he was so primal about it 

You quickly learned that if you tried hard enough you could flip the positions 

He loves wrestling with you for the dominant role, it becomes foreplay for you two 

You two rarely have those slow and soft intimate nights, unless he’s feeling tired or needy 

If you ask though, giving him the pouty face and eyes, he’ll do whatever you want

No matter how hard you two fuck, he’s still making you cum as much as he can 

He loves watching you as you cum, he especially enjoys the noises 

Neyo isn’t the biggest fan of quickies, but he’ll do them

Neyo will totally do public sex. He wants everyone to know how much pleasure he gives you 

Neyo will tease the fuck out of you in so many differnet ways 

He loves the noises you make so he’ll tease for as long as he pleases 

His self control is fucking nuts 

You didn’t know Neyo was kinky until the night you came home and he was sitting on your bed, naked, and holding a few lengths of soft fabric 

He loves to tie you up. 

Neyo also loves choking and spanking, you learned that the hard way

You also learned that Neyo is very into anal, as a surprise of course 

He won’t ever bring up his kinks but he’ll do whatever you want 

Neyo will fill out your deepest darkest desires. He whispered this to you once and it nearly killed you 

Neyo doesn’t dirty talk but he growls deeply, he’s very vocal with his groans and growls 

It’s really hot actually 

If he ever mumbles your name or some words, his voice is extra gruff from not being used often. The tone is hot as fuck. 

If he says a word to you during sex you’ll probsbly cum immediately 

Neyo will mark the fuck out of you. He bites and nips, he wants everyone to know that he controls your pleasure 

He’ll make you go to work sometimes with your thighs still covered in his cum 

Neyo is Very very possessive.

If he ever draws blood with his bites he’ll lick it off. He has a big blood kink 

I mentioned how he shows off with the too tight sweatpants? Well….

He’ll sit in a man spread and pat his thigh. He loves watching you ride his muscular thigh 

Neyo has very muscular and powerful legs. If you trace his leg muscles he tenses and shivers as lighting bolts of pleasure shoot straight to his cock

If you trace his tattoos or scars he melts, he loves it. 

Worship his body then dom him, he loves it. He’ll moan louder than ever if he’s being ridden or pegged/dick downed.

If you mention your sex life to anyone else you don’t even know what he’d do

It’s strictly between the two of you(Unless y'all sometimes have a friend or two over if that’s your thing)

Neyo always surprises you with what he’ll do 

He woke you up one time by giving you oral 

His mouth is incredibly talented, he made you forget your name with just his tongue 

If you give him oral prepare for him to fuck your face 

He’ll use you as his personal fuck toy unless he’s tied down 

He secretly loves being teased till he nearly begs. He never begs by the way, you’ll get a snarl 

You begging on the other hand? He fucking loves it 

If you say his name, call him commander, or call him sir then you better be ready to be fucked extra hard 

Neyo is a little weird about aftercare

He wants you covered in his sweat and cum as you fall asleep in his arms 

He wants you marked for as long as possible 

You can talk him into a shower with you though, he really enjoys those 

No matter what, you’re falling asleep in the embrace of you big “Mean” cuddly commanders arms 

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[thecat-inthehat]

14. Part

I didn’t want to post this until I had edited it and spent some time mulling it over. 5.3 was not kind to Nive, and working through her emotions left me exhausted. I cried at least twice writing this :/ Damn emotionally constipated cat, making me feel things for her. I abused some italics in here, be kind to them. 

Y’all, her hat came off. That’s how bad this is.

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The sound of laughter grated at her ears, tucked away as they were underneath her hat. She winced as yet another happy giggle bounced around the Rising Stones. Her quill snapped under her hand, spraying ink everywhere, and making her curse. Just great, aetheric ink everywhere, and all over her hands, smearing over her notes… 

Nive snapped the book shut with a growl, grabbing the quill and crushing it in frustration, while grabbing one of her rags to clean up the mess. Her carbuncle yipped at her and ran to grab another rag, holding it in their mouth until she grabbed it. Their tail waved uncertainly, sensing her mood, and it set the rag down and pawed at it to try and help mop up some of the ink. Nive gave the carbuncle a smile, patting their head, only to cringe when another peal of laughter echoed across the room. Gods, could they not see that some people were trying to work—

Fine. She’d go up to the ramparts above the Toll, surely there’d be some quiet there. She grabbed her grimoire and her journal, her pack, her bottle of ink, and started to march out of the Rising Stones. 

“Nive?” Shining asked, looking up at her from where she was sitting with the Exarch—G’raha. The seeker man was laughing still at Shining’s joke, trying to get himself under control. Shi frowned just a little, moving as if to get up out of her chair. “Nive, are you alright?” 

“I’m fine.” Nive snapped, and waved a hand. “Don’t get up on my account, I’m just going out.” 

Her carbuncle chimed worriedly, twining between her legs. Shi got up anyways and came over, and G’raha was at her side… Nive did not look at him. She didn’t. 

“Nive, you’ve been quiet ever since we came back home—“ 

“I said I’m fine.” Nive snapped again, and ducked away from Shining’s hand. “Just. Spend time with your friend. It’s fine.” 

She spun on her heel and marched up out of the Rising Stones, heedless of the expressions on Shining and G’raha’s faces. Better to leave them to be happy together instead of tending to her own tumultuous heart. She didn’t want to deal with them, she couldn’t. 

And just her luck to run into Helisent and Arbert, coming back with a box of food from the Seventh Heaven, talking and laughing with each other. The two were chatting about something or other, their eyes only on each other. They almost ran into her, Arbert barely managing to stop the box from crashing into her. 

“Oh, sorry, Nive, I didn’t see you--” He said, scrambling to grab the box of food so none of it would spill, and seemingly instinctively leaning on Hel for support. 

“Hey, Nive?” Hel asked, leaning down to look at her. “Are you --” 

“I’m fine. I told Shi the same thing, I’m fine.” Nive snapped, her tail bristling in irritation. “Nothing’s wrong, I just want some fresh air.” 

“You sure?” Arbert asked, his brows furrowing in worry. “You don’t really look--”

“What do you know?” Nive demanded, baring her teeth in an instinctual hiss. Arbert stepped back in shock, almost dropping the box and going pale. 

Shit. Shit, she had to leave. 

“Nive!” Hel shouted after her, sounding confused and upset. Nive didn’t look back at her, she just ran. Out through the Toll, into the Silvertear shore, dodging whatever nasty beastkin tried to look her way. She didn’t even know where she was going, but it just had to be away from there. 

She ran until she couldn’t anymore, panting and wheezing and doubled over, trying to scrape herself back together. She was trying so hard not to be angry, to be jealous, to be distraught and felt like she had been left by the wayside after her sisters found the people they loved. Shining deserved to have her friend back, to have something go right in her life! Nive knew that! And Helisent had pleaded to the Mother and sundered herself again, just so she could have Arbert back! But--but--

With a yell of rage, Nive threw down her grimore and her pack at the shore of the Lake, the books bouncing off the crystal and flying into the underbrush. She kicked the rocks out into the lake with force, yelling again, just to let it out. She dragged her claws through her hair, ripping off her hat and throwing it away. Her carbuncle yipped in fright, stepping back away from her, their tail waving in uncertainty. 

She jumped slightly, looking down at her carbuncle, and all her anger just drained away, falling off of her like water. She sunk down to the ground, feeling the tears start to well up, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop them from falling. They came thick and hot, clawing their way up her throat and wracking her chest with sobs, till she could barely breathe. She pulled her knees up to her chest, tucking herself close, and wrapped her tail around her feet, feeling her whole body shake with the sobs. 

Her carbuncle yipped softly, lifting up on their hind legs to paw at her knees. When she didn’t respond, they ran back to get her hat, holding it in their mouth to offer it to her. Nive could barely see the bright emerald creature through her tears, but the gentle, unassuming presence helped just a little. She pulled the carbuncle into her lap and sobbed into the soft fur, while they gave a small rumbling chime that sounded almost like a purr, trying to comfort her in any way they could. 

It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair. 

After everything, after Emet-Selch, the Light, Elidibus, everything, and she felt like an outsider. Like her sisters had changed, and she couldn’t keep up. They got everything they wanted, they were happy. So why… why wasn’t she? Why did she feel as though her heart was clenching painfully in her chest, why did she exist on a wire’s edge of anger and a soul deep hurt?

She barely knew them, but part of her had, once. A half forgotten dream, an aching memory of a lost life, resting on the edges of her mind. Torturous in its elusive lure, scraping at the part of her that desperately needed to know, to understand. Hythlodaeus’ words, the gift of the stone, and it was more like a curse and a damnation.

She remembered his final words. Their final words. A promise to remember, a mournful longing for a new day. Why did it hurt so much, why did she feel as though a part of herself had died with them? 

Remember us, he had said. Asked. Pleaded. Remember that we once lived. Shining and Helisent thought he had been asking them to remember the Ancients, to remember their civilization and their struggle, their suffering, and a hope for the better tomorrow. But Nive knew differently. She had met his eyes squarely, and saw it.

He asked her to remember them. Himself, and his friend, the person that she used to be. The part of her that would never come back. He asked her to remember their new friendship, budding and strange as it might’ve been, across their journey in the First. He had asked her to remember the bond they held, once upon a time. 

A tiny yellow glowing stone, etched with a circle, and it destroyed her, and left her with more questions than answers. A name, Azem, and it sounded foreign but correct, a moniker that she once had. And a desperate spell, clutching the stone to her breast and wishing with all her might. He had saved her, somehow, pulling them out of the Rift. She still didn’t know if it was actually him, or just her desperate need for salvation manifesting in a form she thought could save her. But her heart ached when he had pulled them out, and set them all down… What could it possibly be but love? 

No one else knew. How could such a simple promise tear her apart from herself, and separate her so completely from them? 

So she cried.