Because I'm silly, the best I can describe it as, is "Neon Genesis Evangelion, but with the viscera and queer dials cranked to 11" pretty much. So it's huuuuge biomechs (here "GAIGA") piloted by traumatised youths, deploying to battle whatever ANTI-GAIGA are. Presumably the establishment is running some kind of terrible scheme behind the scenes, but the pilots end up with DSTP (Despair Syndrome with Temporal Purge, subtle I know) pretty much reliably as a result of piloting, and after a lil worldbuilding (as a treat) the story picks up following Vellus, post-discharge from the academy of tight plugsuits after she accidentally maims her ex-girlfriend when her gaiga goes ballistic due to some new modification. She hangs out with her new sister-girlfriend, Isidol.

I always thought what NGE needed was for the mechs to be giant feral women with chastity cages, yeah. This is the correct way to build on the genre

Psycho Nymph is all sludge and goo and black bile and mild psychidelia, DSTP can manifest as many symptoms, from excess foreign fluid (DSTP-Black emerges as a slimy fluid from the orifices) to weird skin moisture things (DSTP-Clear (type B) condenses, vapors, or frosts on the body. Reports of eye-based DSTP-Clear leakage are unsubstantiated.) to Pheromone Poisoning (You will know.) to multiple pupils. (Vellus has three irises in each eye. You can’t see them all when her eyes are narrowed, like if she’s tense or tired or horney. Right now Isidol reflects in all six of Vellus’ pupils.) sic btw, no idea why the word is spelt "horney" persistently.

There's almost no hard technology either, though; the helmets and plugsuits seem to be it, and for everything else from joysticks ("She fingers the joystick, sculpted from a neural stem. It tenses under her grip like a clit.") to public internet-y wall jacks (more like a squishy orifice) it's not exactly squeamish but it is very fleshy and fluidy. Very cool.

I'm only like 50 pages in, of uh 120? but I'm excited to read more today and subsequently poke around online about it. I'm certain everyone else will have much more intelligent views on it, me I'm just taking in all the new smells and sensations. I noticed that putting several chapters of sickly gore-y weird body horror

She’s almost got a nice image together of a taller woman kissing her on the forehead, drowning her in musky torrents of hair, arms wrapping around her once, then twice, then endlessly, a bandaging repetition. The image shatters as a beam of DSTP-Orange blasts through the roof of her apartment, illuminating it like a muddy, humid cave full of fire. Dormant memories hatch all over her body.

right before the one beautiful moment of chill peaceful contented T4T cuddling, the latter feels even more like a respite from everything else:

Isidol wraps herself over me tight as a blanket, a toasty momcave. Even as I melt into the mattress, I know she isn’t asleep, or even resting. I imagine her face as a machine gun nest on the hill of my shoulder. What is she watching for? She must be guarding me against psychic evil, because my head is golden and warm and empty. Under her aura I fall asleep without fear.

It kinda fucks, I'm a big fan. It tickles my nerve endings and lights shit up in my brain just right. It's about trashgirls living on the edge of society being mobbed for the crime of attempted survival. It is about girls in trouble. it is about blood. Surprisingly thpugh I haven't put on any Rooks while reading, maybe I should try Void Fantasy tbh.