Prompts and interactions for tailed characters! Some of these are a little... risqué

Actions for tailed receiver:

Send [tug it] to grab and tug receiver back by their tail!

Send [lift it] to grab and lift receiver's tail by force!

Send [kiss it] for sender to trail their lips over receiver's tail!

Send [scritch it] for sender to scratch the base of receiver's tail!

Send [watch it!] for sender to step on receiver's tail!

Actions from tailed receiver:

Send [up it goes] for receiver to lift their tail whilst talking to sender.

Send [hold on tight] for receiver to wrap their tail around sender.

Send [whap!] for receiver to smack sender with their tail.

Send [be careful] for receiver to injure their tail.

Send [you're stuck!] for receiver to trap their tail.

Actions for tailed sender:

Send [I've got you] for sender to wrap their tail around receiver.

Send [that's nice] for receiver to massage sender's tail.

Send [didn't mean to] for sender to slip their tail into receiver's clothes.

Send [it's soft] for receiver to touch sender's tail.

❝ that’s not a star. ❞

❝ you glitched again. ❞

❝ don’t open the airlock. ❞

❝ the ship’s listening. ❞

❝ you’re not on the map. ❞

❝ gravity feels wrong. ❞

❝ whose voice is that? ❞

❝ this isn’t my timeline. ❞

❝ oxygen’s almost gone. ❞

❝ don’t trust the ai. ❞

❝ we shouldn’t be awake. ❞

❝ your eyes are glowing. ❞

❝ that planet’s moving. ❞

❝ you weren’t born here. ❞

❝ the void knows your name. ❞

❝ don’t touch that! do you even know what species’ dna is inside this vial? ❞

❝ our ship wasn’t built for stealth runs, but if we reroute the thrusters? maybe. ❞

❝ you’ve been out here long enough to forget the sound of real rain, haven’t you?❞

❝ that isn’t a star, it’s a distress beacon. and it’s getting closer. ❞

❝ don’t panic. the ai only tries to kill its crew every third cycle. ❞

❝ you’re bleeding starlight again. how long were you exposed? ❞

❝ i’ve seen black holes less dangerous than your plans. ❞

❝ do you trust me enough to share oxygen? ❞

❝ this isn’t time travel. it’s something stranger. ❞

❝ careful. the walls remember every word we speak. ❞

❝ you weren’t supposed to wake up before the colony ship landed. ❞

❝ they say the void whispers but it’s been shouting your name. ❞

❝ don’t smile like that. you look like the androids when their code glitches. ❞

❝ if we get caught, they’ll erase us from the timeline like we never existed. ❞

❝ the stars are moving wrong again. tell me you see it too. ❞

“No. As far as I’m concerned, he made his every choice of his own free will. What happens to him is no longer our concern.”

Admittedly…it would be nice to not have to live in fear anymore. Though she felt a tinge of guilt, she did her best to brush it off.

The Niakanu stood, making a few notes on the device in his hand.

"Qessyn Vrayaka, yes I remember you. Karda Senenol. We met at a medical conference about a year ago, concerning the ianthim release, the transfusion aid."

"Safe to say I didn't expect to run into you again, unless perhaps I ended up on your operating table."

He crouched again to haul the unconscious alien over his shoulder.

"And I can promise you, this one won't be causing anyone any trouble after tonight."

He paused.

Qessyn’s own tail thrashed, as she looked at the Zechitanian laying motionless on the ground. “Is…he…?”

She looked at Karda, gasping softly. “You’re injured…I’m so sorry. It’s because of me…”

Touching. But her worry was unnecessary. He glanced down at the sliced sleeve and cut forearm, and felt himself more aggravated about the coat than the injury.

“It won't even need stitches. Don't concern yourself,” Karda said, already pulling away and crouching to roll the unconscious alien onto his back. He pulled a small device out of one pocket and started scanning his head. It flickered with data and his tail gave an interested flick, the mint green fins fluttering gently.

He looked back to her.

“I don’t think I heard you right,” he said, his voice wavering in anger, “she is coming with me.”

Qessyn glared. “I’m not going anywhere with you, Chur’nus. Not now, not ever again.”

The mask was starting to slip from the Zechitanian, and his smile grew crooked. “You think you can just walk away from me? ME? I am one of Zechitania Prime’s preeminent neurosurgeons. I get what I want, and I get it when I want it. And I say that you’re MINE. You hear me? MINE!”

It took all Karda's willpower not to roll his eyes as the asshole launched into a tangent. Sounded like someone's parents never told their little shitbag of a kid that you don't always GET what you want… Especially not on Sigma Rhada, ESPECIALLY if you weren't local. Karda could name a few gangs that would eat this fucker for breakfast. 

But at the moment he had a knife to worry about. 

Qessyn was glad to run into someone familiar, at least.

It had all happened so fast. There had been a knock at her apartment door, and when she went to answer it, there was the last person she ever expected to see again; her ex, Chur’nus, a Zechitanian.

He’d practically demanded that they get back together, ignoring any and all attempts for Qessyn to shut down the conversation, and when she refused one too many times, he’d struck her. Hard.

Her bloody nose was a testament to his cruelty.

“HIM!” She cried and pointed, trembling behind the person she’d met at the medical conference. “H-He’s trying to force me to go with him!”

Chur’nus drew himself up, and smiled coldly. “I’m so sorry you got involved in this, friend. I’m just trying to take my girlfriend back to the safety of Federation space where she belongs.”

“I am NOT his girlfriend!”

His face seemed to twitch in annoyance, but he tried to keep his cool. “Sweetie, be reasonable. This is no place for you. You can never make it out here. What would your father think?”

Qessyn glared. “My family already KNOWS I’m here, you jerk. And they already know about YOU!”

He knew where this was going. Karda was no knight in shining armor. If he stepped aside, the woman was going to end up dead in an alley somewhere before morning, her and at least ten others across the city. Same as every night. That's just how it was.

... but the longer the surgeon examined her antagonist, he became aware of a few differences in his biosignature... differences that aligned with someone having implants or prosthetics. Ah, he had something to gain from helping after all.

He put himself further between the two of them, one hand out towards the man in warning.

"She's not going with you. She's made herself clear," he said slowly. "I advise you to walk away and forget whatever it is you have in mind."