kaara-chan

[lilac-gold]

you know what i want to see? headspace bosses showdown. they all fight each other. whoever wins gets hero.

[twistedlovelines]

Please! Please! Puh-LEAZ! Elaborate on Lilia, Crewel, and Rollo with bow tying. 🎀🙏🏻

I'm thirsty. Parched. Delirious even! m(；∇；)m

Thank you!

tying a ribbon around his cock (Lilia, Crewel, Rollo): round 2 <3

18+, MDNI

a/n: oh no!! (rushes to bring you water). don't die of dehydration please QWQ

(Elaboration of this)

Tags: d/s dynamics, light bondage (tying a ribbon around his cock), light darcyphilia in Rollo's portion

LILIA VANROUGE

Lilia’s not unfamiliar with experimentation; he’s turned from a general to a father, and has dyed his hair every color conceivable- not to mention his experience in the kitchen! So when you bring up the concept of tying ribbons around him, he’s absolutely ecstatic. Cater’s shown him a few different styles based off of trending characters or whatnot, but did you have any particular ones in mind?

He sits happily perched over your shoulder as you scroll through a few options you had saved, explaining the appeal in each type. A few catch his eye- cutesy ones with a bit of edge, as well as ribbons with more textural elements to them, but ultimately he suggests that life is too short to only choose one, so why not buy them all?

The actual act itself is rather intimate, Lilia leaning back on his hands as you’re on your knees, making sure to fasten the ribbon around his cock just right. He can’t help but grin. What a sacred act of ownership this is! He’s seen human traditions similar to this throughout his travels, but he never thought he would be on the receiving end of one. 

“Is it tight enough for your liking?” He chuckles, letting out a sharp exhale as the fabric momentarily constricts his cock with little to no room for movement.

“Apparently not, if you can still talk like this~”

How cruel of you…perhaps he ought to pay back the favor.

DIVUS CREWEL

As much as he had teased you for suggesting the idea, Divus practically preened when you had suggested the idea of tying a ribbon around his cock. Who was he to deny your desire to possess him as he possessed you? 

Neither of you were unfamiliar with kinks such as this, as your partner had taken care to be upfront with his preferences and desires when you began your courtship. Still, this was a different dynamic than what you had naturally grown to fall in to. An array of collars and ties made of silk, leather, and other quality materials lay neatly in a specific section of Divus’ closet, and this would be the first time they would be worn on him.

Frankly, he’s rather proud of you. He doesn’t doubt you’ve learned well from both him and other resources you’ve sought out, and he trusts that he can bare his neck to you without fear. 

The ribbon is silk, richly dyed black with a lace trimmed edge. It slides around his cock easily, the fabric so soft that you have to tighten it a hair more than you had assumed so that it stays in place. As you tie the final bow on his cock, Divus moans softly, his thighs relaxing underneath you. 

“You spoil me, my love.”

ROLLO FLAMME

Never had such a thought even crossed his mind.

A tender act of devotion expressed through such filthy means, a desecration of what is sacred, a blatant act of utter dishonor- how shameless of you, to have even voiced such ideas into existence, and with that, possibility. Do you have no regard for his propriety? 

Your smile is all he needs as a response, and he’s all the more chagrined because of it. 

Of course you would suggest something like this to him. You never had much care for traditions in regards to romance, much less intercourse. Still, the concept sends a fierce heat through his body, his hand tightly clutching his handkerchief in a futile attempt to ground himself.

Still, when you show him the selection of ribbons you had procured, he begrudgingly chooses one the color of a white dove, the color slightly creamy. When you suggest the addition of pearls and lace, he only huffs and turns his cheek. 

“Fine.”

He refuses to look you in the eye as you tie the ribbon, head turned to the side as his legs are hitched around your waist. You’re on your knees, settled between his legs, yet he can’t shake the feeling of helplessness of being laid on his back as you’re decorating his cock.

A small whimper tears its way out of his throat, and you coo, stroking the uncovered flesh of his cock with affection. 

“Are you alright, darling?”

You catch a glimpse of tears in his eyes as he finally faces you, face flushed with embarrassment and desire.

“Hurry up,” he rasps, hips uselessly stuttering under your touch, “or are you unable to follow through with your barking?”

a/n: rollo....orz he's sooo cute i love he...

[lxmelle]

Sukuna’s Choice.

I was truly struck by his stubborn resolve. He really stuck to his guns.

He was adamant he did not and could not live another way - as if anything different than what he had achieved would make him “weak”… maybe he did not know how to, or he had just decided so.

We see that he hated the idea that he was given compassion by Yuji - seeing it as pity from him.

Yuji saw him for what he was - as someone who had opportunity after opportunity to find deeper meaning but cast it away; as someone, who was desperate enough to turn himself into objects - for no other purpose than to prolong a hedonistic existence that sought momentary self-satisfaction for himself, alone.

He saw him as a curse to be given a chance… that maybe nobody ever had before - a chance without any conditions aside from being willing to accept his offer.

And it was pity in the end for Sukuna for rejecting salvation and anything to do with humanity. Even when he was shown so much. Given chances to experience it through the eyes of both Megumi and Yuji.

At the point of death, when given the choice to live with Yuji after his defeat, he preferred to die.

This was aligned with his unchanged view that: loss was no different to death. This was in his conversation with Yorozu.

His resilience only went as far as jujutsu. If he wasn’t the strongest, there was no reason for his life or existence. He boxed himself in. As if fearing what he might discover about his worth & identity beyond the Title.

Some people on X expressed their desire to understand him, asking aloud, was he afraid of death?

I honestly don’t know. My instincts doubt it was fear, but maybe there was a subconscious fear of vulnerability that comes with connection, so I think he didn’t see the value in loving or being loved. As if he accepted that he was just alone in this dog-eat-dog world. Disregarded value in connecting with anyone in any other way aside from jujutsu.

Like those who accepted the “monster” in them, none of them thought anyone will care about their bodies after death (think: Geto who didn’t think his family could care “run away if the mission fails”, Gojo who said who cares about one’s corpse, yet said “I want to mourn Suguru’s body”, Toji who wilfully forgets his children but tells Gojo about Megumi in his dying breath: “do what you want” and kill’s himself when his body information is resurrected, and Yuta who didn’t want Gojo to alone be the monster and volunteers himself: “I’ll do it!” singularly ignoring his friends’ concern for him) — Sukuna didn’t think anyone would mourn him. He left no afterthought for Uraume. Who killed themselves after he died. He didn’t want to care. He was prepared to let Yorozu have all of him if he lost which he equated to death.

Because if you consider (and accept) yourself as important to others, you realise your worth and value too. You may want to live again. Recreate purpose. Find new meaning. New beginnings. Like Megumi did...

Sukuna did not (could not?) even want to entertain the idea of living another way. He’d rather die than open his heart to humanity or compassion.

Funnily enough he was strangely “kind” in his own way. He was so objective in his monstrosity that he saw no nuance. He praised others based on jujutsu alone and how they entertained him. He had the capacity to be “human” but complete rejected it. Rejected any outer purpose...

He did not want to have any reason to live if it wasn’t to prove his strength. He did not want to compromise his own version of personal integrity. Instead of enjoying the taste and texture of human life through emotions and relationships - he ate people and enjoyed that! The absolute monster he chose to become in wielding his strength.

We saw Gege write about so many others, not only limited to the main characters… others like Kamo, Maki, Kusakabe, Higuruma, Choso, Yuta, etc. about meaning, purpose, humanity, sacrifice, & love. How they all tie together. How we change as we let others touch our hearts. How being vulnerable truly connects us.

I’ve written before about how it wasn’t for Gojo to teach Sukuna about love, although he played a big part in what was overall conveyed to him… Love that existed between everyone who identified as human, who fought for their own and collective reasons, against Sukuna. We got to bear witness - see and experience - the myriad of thoughts, emotions and reasons behind so many of their unique stories... it sang about meaning and purpose in sacrifice as well as determination.

What an ode to humanity in the face of a desperate situation.

Because if we think about it, the opposite of antidote of Monstrosity is Humanity. Being willing to love another besides yourself = accepting/wanting belonging, embracing the responsibility of being accountable to someone out of/for their love… all these include a willingness to be vulnerable.

Something Sukuna would never accept.

Sukuna was afraid to be vulnerable. If it wasn’t fear, then he actively rejected it. I suspect it was because he saw it as being weak.

Maybe he never knew love; but through what he lived & learned back in the Heian times up until now, saw its power to transform even a monster who aspired to be like him, so he deemed it worthless. Him and Uraume talked about humanity being the thing that prevented them from reaching their potential, after all.

Why should he change if he was already so strong? What was the purpose of connecting to any other being when he was at the top of the food chain? There was no need to give himself a “weakness” through caring for another.

His survival was the singular proof of his perceived worth.

And that seems like what he clung onto. Instead, he ate the actual humans as if they were flavours, because that was the ultimate rejection of humanity - to consume people as if they were food. To toy with them as if they were passing dishes until the next meal came along.

That’s just my interpretation... My understanding is that he chose death rather than accept the vulnerability that comes with love. Not for Uraume or from Yuji. His heart was solidly, fearfully, shut.

He only recognised skill & praised others for it. His chosen singular flavour.

Many of us thought there could be redemption for Sukuna. I guess it remains to be seen if Sukuna did actually choose to evaporate & die, but assuming he did opt to die, he really didn’t want to face another alternative. Choosing to remain on his path and die as the “Strongest”. I had thought that he’d see humanity from living within Yuji & Megumi - and he did, especially within Yuji’s domain expansion. He saw it and rejected it completely. What he disliked about Yuji & said to him at the end reminds me of what Jung said: we can learn about ourselves through what irritates us.

He praised Yuji for being a fool... but maybe Sukuna was the fool himself.

He played a role all the way through too.

He was the unwavering curse in the face of love / acceptance.

Jujutsu Kaisen is truly story about curses and love. Like two halves of one thing. The many ways a person can live their lives, and how it can make sense/is justifiable to them.

Who was he if he wasn’t revered or feared as the Strongest?

So… He stayed true to himself. He likened himself to a curse in the end. Love, once again, prevails.

Ah, I look forward to having a few reads of the whole series again when it is finished...

…but I’ll honestly be so very sad when it ends.

[altocat]

Random thought here but do you think they’re going to do anything with Lucretia in part 3? I know the creators mentioned there being a lot of loose ends they couldn’t tie up in OG because of technical and time limitations and to me Lucretia’s felt like one of the biggest ones. I mean supposedly she was frozen in ice not too far from where Sephiroth’s physical body was and he should know who she is- since he took in the knowledge from the Lifestream- but he never sought her out? I know he’s not supposed to have human attachments or whatever but come on… it seems like his raging mommy issues followed him into the after life as well. Wait as I’m typing this out another question pops to mind: wouldn’t Sephiroth also have figured out that he’s not actually part Cetra? Wouldn’t the knowledge from the Lifestream also include knowledge of his own parentage?

Just to clarify, while Sephiroth has canonically become aware of what he and Jenova really are as well as the fact that he's not a Cetra, there is no evidence to suggest he ever found out the truth about Lucrecia's existence. Some argue that he had to have. But he never ever mentions it. Ever. Even when Vincent speaks of Lucrecia in Opera Omnia, Sephiroth just brushes him off. His locket certainly made him aware of her face, but I think it was deliberate since recent entries have designed Jenova to look similar to Lucrecia. Sephiroth has never found out about Lucrecia, nor has he said or done anything to suggest he is aware of his birth mother's presence.

They could retcon this, of course. After all, Rebirth!Sephiroth shows up in all sorts of places he wasn't originally before. It's possible he follows the group to the crystal cave as well. Personally, I'd rather that they never meet, or that Sephiroth never finds out. It's infinitely more tragic that way. And him rejecting Lucrecia for Jenova, while completely in character, sort of leaves a bad taste in my mouth, though I'm not entirely sure why. It would feel anticlimactic I guess. I think it's just sad to have them separate from each other. Or at least not have them reunite until Sephiroth reaches his final endgame death. Idk that's just personal preferences.

As for Lucrecia, idk if there's much she can actually do in the plot beyond the purpose she served before in the OG. It's not like she can really escape her prison. The trilogy will supposedly link up to Advent Children, which leads me to believe it will do the same for Dirge, in which Lucrecia is still in her crystal. I really think it's going to be the same as before, with some added lore possibly thrown in, especially in the incredibly lucky chance they retcon Sephiroth's paternity.

This is all spitballing. It could go many ways. This is just where I currently stand. The separation of Sephiroth and Lucrecia is one of the more underrated tragedies of the Compilation. One could loosely argue that it was the literal centerpiece that staged the entire plot of the story. I want to see it done justice if they actually cover it, or at least not make it too predictably lame with Sephiroth being your typical scornful villain. It would be a huge moment. And I think that deserves something better than Sephiroth evilly monologuing like usual while rejecting his mom.

Lucrecia is flawed AF and is 100% responsible for what she did to her son. But it's like kicking a sick dog. I get no pleasure watching her continuing to suffer without a proper conclusion. I want to believe they'll do more with her, or at least make what was already there more tragic than before.

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

The right to bodily integrity, like all human rights, is non negotiable.

It cannot be applied just in-part, or in some areas, or to only certain members of society.

It cannot be superseded by any religious faith, nor by the wish of a parent, women’s preferences, or by cultural expectations.

The right to one’s body, belongs to the individual.

No “ifs” or “buts”, no asterisks, and no compromises.

Much of the modern world has come to understand this when it comes to girls’ bodies, as FGM continues to be criminalised and rightly punished, falling out of favour, and slowly into the history books.

In most countries FGM is universally illegal, no matter the extent, or context.

Even just a prick is forbidden, because really, the extent of violation needn’t matter, if that procedure is being done on an unconsenting baby.

But not for boy babies.

And I don’t care what people say about circumcision’s so-called “medical or hygienic benefits”, because the medical benefits are virtually non-existent, and we don’t cut off body parts to avoid cleaning them.

Do we cut off our head to stop us getting dandruff?

What about lopping off our feet to rid the world of athletes’ foot?

I mean, why not go the whole way, and cut off the whole penis, if you’re not a fan of cleaning it?

The fact is, there are very few good enough reasons to remove half the nerve endings of a baby boy’s penis, as well as its most sensitive parts.

There is no reason to subject a boy to the risk of erectile dysfunction, desensitisation, PTSD, sexually transmitted disease, or even death…

No reason to tie a baby boy’s limbs down, and as he screams, slice away at his penis, without anaesthesia.

Nobody’s first few days of life should be welcomed by that, and no journey of parenthood should begin with child abuse.

So when will we treat circumcision with the same universality as FGM, where we say “no”, regardless of the severity, scale, or context?

When will a boys bodily integrity supersede religious faith?

When will we give our boys the same rights as girls?

When will we ban infant male circumcision?

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National medical organisations against circumcision: https://circumcision.org/circumcision-policies-of-international-organizations/

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https://sci-hub.scrongyao.com/10.3149/thy.0401.71

Baby boys can and do succumb as a result of having their foreskin removed. Circumcision-related mortality rates are not known with certainty; this study estimates the scale of this problem. This study finds that approximately 117 neonatal circumcision-related deaths (9.01/100,000) occur annually in the United States, about 1.3% of male neonatal deaths from all causes. Because infant circumcision is elective, all of these deaths are avoidable. This study also identifies reasons why accurate data on these deaths are not available, some of the obstacles to preventing these deaths, and some solutions to overcome them.

[flowerful-doodles]

Human Angel Dust design!! I wanted to try my hand at making a design for how I think Angel would have looked before he died in 1947 or how he would look as human Anthony!

Below are design notes -

I took some inspiration from the fashion of the 1940s and tried to give him something that wouldn't look too out of place in the era. His general silhouette, jacket, shoes, hat, and styled hair take after the time period.

His outfit with the jacket is just the more formal version of the other one. I think he prefers to go without the jacket, gloves, and hat but his parents like him to look more proper.

However, I also wanted to include some hallmarks of Vivziepop's designs so I included stripes and mostly focused on a red/pink color palette. I was gonna give him the bowtie he has in the show but it looked ugly so I went with a normal tie instead lol.

Angel's body shape is based on the way he looks as a demon. I made his legs really long and his general build rather skinny to match his shape in Hell.

I gave Angel heterochromia with two different shades of brown to reflect his eyes as a demon. I also gave him freckles because his extra eyes as a demon remind me of them lol. He has dimples simply because I wanted to give him some haha!

I gave Angel two hairstyles because I wanted to have one that was more time period accurate and one that was more true to the character and his sinner design. His styled hair is pushed back and what his family prefers his hair to look like in my version of the world. His regular/natural hair is based on his fur as a demon and is what I think he would prefer to wear his hair like as he canonically likes to be comfortable and dress casually. I gave him dark brown roots because I just believe that he would be blond but not a natural blond haha. Hair dye wasn't super commonly used in the 1940s but it existed and I wouldn't put it past Angel to be a salon regular.

I do think he looks a little young considering that he died sometime in his 30s but I added little wrinkles under his eyes. I also gave him really heavy eye bags both to show a bit of age but also just general demeanor.

The demon color designs are just for fun and not at all what I think he would actually look like pre death lol.

Also just as a note - This is Anthony before he died and not a human version of how I think Angel Dust as he is presented in the show as a demon would look. I definitely think Angel has a much more modern and feminine style in the show than what I drew here.

These drawings are pretty loose and not at all finished but it was a fun challenge to design a pre-death Angel! Hazbin has very much been on my mind so I've been doodling Angel Dust a lot lol!

Might design some of the other sinners as humans as well!

[hibiscusseaart]

Galra courting and relationships

Hey, I decided to make a whole article about it to get everything in one place and not just a twitter thread.

Warnings: 18+. Mentions of ruts, heats, a/b/o dynamics. Mention of almost non-con (nothing happens, but if that triggers you, I put a warning before that paragraph). Includes some of half-altean Lance hcs.

Galra counting in the nutshell: Klance relationships at the start (s. 1-2). Really competitive, rival-like, fighting all the time. Galra believe that every strong relationships starts with a hint of hate at first (kismesis *cough*)

A bit biology for the start: I consider galra, like humans, have two different sexes. One which can fertilize, one which bears kits. But it's okay for them to have same sex relationships. Couples like that considered to be one of the best nannies and every pack with kits wants at least one same sex couple with them. They're the best nannies cuz they usually don't have their own kits (if they didn't find or stole one (yeah that happens)), so have more time on them, but have all the urges to care for a kit. Unmated galra usually don't have interest in kits much.

For galra it's important that their mate would be able to protect them and their kits. And it's not only "males should protect", no, females also strive for their own strength. They need to be strong in case something happens to their mate and they need to tend them and take care of their kits. But it's hard so that's why they prefer to have a pack before having kits.

So ideally both galra should be equally strong for each other. If they are, they're considered as perfect mates. If one mate is much stronger than the other, then they're can be seen like they're using the weak one. Also the weaker one can be seen as lazy or shady.

In general, out of courting, galra fight each other a lot. It's the way they build their status and hierarchy in society (like alpha, omega and that shit, but without mpreg lol). Tho, being just strong isn't enough, they also have to be smart too, but it's a bit less important. No one listens to you if you’re weak, but smart. So weak galra search for some stronger friends or a pack (but not mates as I mentioned before) who can help them to make others listen.

Yeah, talking about a/b/o things. Galra aren't very emotional species. But they can understand other's mood with body language and scents. Keith got that part in him. He may be considered as an autistic human, but perfectly normal and even really emphatic galra.

Unmated galra show off their scent any way they can, so they can find someone who likes it and they try to start courting. Though, don’t be mistaken with abo pheromones and their sweet scents. Galra sweat and stink like humans. For some this scent would be too strong and disgusting, for others it’s sexy as hell.

When two galra like each other’s scents, they start to fight a lot, mostly physically, but a good banter is welcome, cuz it keeps relationships interesting. If one of them is weaker, the other can offer to help them. It's part of their flirt to ask to spar together and help with training.

So when they satisfied with each other they can have their final battle, sometimes with their family watching. Galra don't have weddings, though this battle can be considered as one. It's important for them to get a tie, but to show their best and not to hold back.

But it's not a must and not most of galra follow that tradition. The battle is mostly for warriors or high-status commanders. Usually galra satisfied with play-fights and just get closer as romantic partners with time.

When it's done, the pair is starting a serious relationship. And it's final. Galra mate for life and won't look at anyone else until their partner dies.

So, galra romance. They bite. A lot. They can kiss, cuddle at later stages of courting, but bites are saved only for mates. Also, they fall in love only when they are close to be mates and for them love at fist sight doesn't exist. But crush at the first fight? Hell yeah.

When they're mates, galra start to scent each other. They have big gland at the nape of hair (yeah, where the mullet is), lil glands near ear and jaw, armpits, between fingers and at their groin. So yeah a lof of places. It's important for them to smell as their mate. Scenting each other can bring them a lof of comfort and helps to de-stress.

If one is known to be mated, but doesn't smell like their mate (like after the shower or just sweated a lot) and just smell like themselves, they can be considered as a whore, who's trying to lure others with their scent.

It's mostly social thing, they don't have any instincts about it, but bc of that mated galra prefer to smell like their mate, perfume or not to smell like anything at all. Close analogy would be our rings after a wedding. Better to be there, but if not then sheesh, why are you trying to hide that you’re married?

So yeah, if you're mated galra, you better not to be smelly. But bc of that they're quite neat and thoughtful about their hygiene.

After galra mate and start regularly to scent each other, they go into the 2d puberty. Before that their body considered as a teen one. That means: not yet fully developed at their full potential and really low libido. But don't not mistake them as human teens, galra brain is almost done developing and they act adult. Though galra prefer to be mated sooner than later.

2d puberty is about starting to even have a libido and have it high, being with their mate a lot and growing larger and stronger. Also they start to have regular cycles of heats and ruts (3-5 days per 2-3 months). That's the only time when they can have a kit. Cycles are usually synchronized but if not, it can be helped with meds.

The first heats and ruts are really like in the messiest a/b/o fics, but with time and when the puberty ends, it's mellowing down and they're quite ok to control themselves and even go to work at this time (but it mostly depends on their own biology. Halves don’t have it that strong like pure-bloods). They're attracted only to their mate after all so no one really cares. The only problem is not to smell around much.

So yeah the first few years are the "honeymoon" years, when the pair have much more higher chance to have a kit if they’re common male/female pair. Same sex couples would get an urge to care for children of their pack or any baby they find.

Though even with that they're quite okay to leave their mate for long periods of time. It's caused by their evolution. Ancient galra would separate with their mate to find food for quite long time. But they are still okay with being around a lot and living together, they just don't miss each other much, don't long to be together all the time. They're quite fine knowing that the mate is alive and maybe some text messages or video calls would be good.

So separation anxiety can be ok only for kits and their parents. And openly missing your mate after like 1 week of separation would get you strange looks from galra.

That's why Krolia left her mate so easily. But it was harder for her to leave her kit (plus Keith was MUCH weaker than usual galra kit and Krolia had a lot of anxiety bc of that). Parents are much more hesitant to leave their kit even with other parent or members of their pack. Galra are very caring parents and prefer to have their kits with them most of the time. Zarkon is quite a deviant here.

So Keith and Lance would deffinetly get strange looks and Krolia would be concerned cuz "It's unhealthy to depend on each other so much". For galra their relationships would look like that annoying couple who shares accounts and goes EVERYWHERE together and are miserable and check their phone 100 times per second to see if they send them a new message.

Oh, about jealousy and cheating. Galra usually don't cheat at all, they don't have hook ups or something like that, they're extremely loyal. The problem lays with the other species who don't mate for life. If they do, galra can easily be turned into crazy yanderes and would try to remove "the problem" and get their mate back to them. Or if the mate tries to "break up", heartbroken, they can kill them and end their relationships once and for all. Yeah, they are dramatic.

Getting back to Klance.

Basically Keith and Lance already married and Keith is a REALLY jealous partner. But, we’re gonna start from the beginning.

Keith was fucking SURE that Lance was flirting with him from the day 1, but he didn't really done much with it because:

a) Lance should prove himself first;

b) Keith's shy. It's the first time when a cute boy flirts with him just in the right way after all! But that what he thinks, on Earth people were constantly flirting with him, but it went right over his head.

So when they got together, oh boy, they are fucking inseparable. Keith would cling to Lance like his life depends on it, but would be really shy at first. But when he got over it, Keith would start to bite Lance A LOT and to scent him like a mad man. Keith have smaller glands, he doesn't have a big gland oh his nape, but a few smaller ones there and near jaw, also usual ones everywhere else. But because his glands are smaller, his scent is weaker and it takes more time to build up his scent on Lance.

He always cuddles Lance when they have time and rub his face all over him. Lance is like "ok that's prob some keitn/galra (depends when they started dating) thing" and just reading something or play with his phone while Keith rubbing his face on his neck, biting it and purring the whole time.

i've got a fanart of Keith scenting Lance! thank you!!

One time Lance went to breakfast with almost fully purple-blue neck.

The team obviously panics.

"WTF DID SOMETHING BITE YOU ON THE LAST PLANET??"

"Nah, the 'thing' that bit me is hiding in his room"

"What"

"Well, Keith BETTER be sorry and embarrassed, it fucking hurts!"

Coran let Lance use a pod for 10 mins. Keith was hiding for the rest of the day.

Also Keith’s possessive af and jealous of every alien who looks at Lance the wrong way. Keith doesn't really know why he acts like that and he almost thinks that he's going crazy. But once they meet some friendly galra (or maybe Krolia) they explain to him that he's going through 2d puberty and it's only starting.

(Non-con mention here)

Yeah, Keith is actually starting to go crazy with his high ass libido and first ruts. At first, Lance is amused and quite horny too so it's perfect for him. Though, it wasn't really fun, when Keith tried to get into Lance’s pants with force once cuz his dumb hormone brain thought that Lance is playing and not trying to get Keith off. But Lance is quite capable to wrestle him down. If he didn't Keith wouldn't even got interested at the first place.

(Okay you're good now)

They talk and discuss their limits and it's quite okay next. Though Keith would deffinetly get this "I’m a monster" mindset for some time after what happened. It would take time to get comfortable with this kind of thing, cuz first ruts are quite brutal.

I won't go into any details with galra anatomy here, but Keith deffinetly have a knot (though it's not big due to human half of his biology). Lance sure is scared of that, cuz they don't have anything for this kind of sex in space, plus Lance didn't do anal before. So they stick with other activities for some time. Though who knows what they'd do next. In his rut Keith doesn't care if he's the one giving or receiving, the important thing is orgasms.

With his mate and time Keith starts growing a bit faster than in canon. He got grizzled much faster and Lance's LOVING it. Before Keith had a "teen" body, like almost none body hair. Guess what now. He can grow purple beard (he doesn't cuz it looks dumb) and has hairy legs, arms, chest. For him it's uncomfortable, just he lived without it quite fine, thank you. He prob would like to get it removed lol (Lance's against it cuz hairy bf hot and sexy).

In contrast Lance doesn't have hair on his body at all cuz of his altean heritage. Alteans, like an advanced race, just removed that shit from their DNA.

Oh, funny thing: Galran word for "mate" translates on altean as "life-partner" and that thing translates on english as "husband/wife".

Imagine the team surprise when on some meeting with Blades Keith just casually says "Oh, Lance's my husband" when they ask him about it. (For galra Keith is quite young one and marmorites are like "What? You're already mated? Isn't it a bit too soon?" so that's why the asked Keith why Lance smells so much like mated galra.)

"Wow, babe, at least give me the ring first"

"Huh? Isn't it a bit too fast?.."

"You just said that I'm your husband!"

“I said that you're my mate!"

"Well, you see, number 4, galra mate for life, so you can say, that you're already married"

"..."

"Say what now"

"Okay… but we still need a wedding for my family, they'd kill me if we don't! And I want a pretty ring! I have size 9!"

And Keith after his first embarrassment is just like "Well, I did wanted to marry you anyway..."

"JGUHGUJSHUF KEITH"

Krolia would have lose her mind (internally cuz she has a reputation) about it and def go to threaten Lance and give him a shovel talk. Not-galra mates can be not really loyal after all.

"You, human, threat him well"

"You, the mother that left him, threat him well yourself!"

Krolia thinks that she likes her son's mate.

Well, that's it, don't have anything to wrap it up. Though, I could talk about Klance and kids. Keith would def have an urge to steal some galra baby to take care of. Sometimes it'd be hard to convince him to give the baby back to their parents. Plus they're at war and Lance is like really not ready for that kind of shit.

But if this is all after s8... They could start a family with baby galra on their hands.

Thank you for reading this long text! Please don't be shy to let me know your own thoughts and hcs!

[ganymedesclock]

Very good points with the last post, but I was thinking more about when a protagonist who is Hated by society for any reason gains power and influence and absolutely nothing changes about how people treat them to the point where you can feel the hand of the author. And then the protagonist gets Glorious Revenge on the people who hurt them or were disrespectful to them in any measure with their new cool powers without any reflection on how that would affect the character emotionally and morally, much less the world’s perspective on them.

This is more of a problem in fanworks where all the author wants is emotional satisfaction and vindication, but creating a section of people in your story who will forever be unworthy of redemption or change in a way that doesn’t involve groveling at the protagonist’s feet and can be freely hurt and killed without any consequence due to the way people in their group treated your character in the past can circle back around to being discriminatory. Like there was a story(granted it was fanfic) I read that had Special Magic People(Fae)who were outcasts of society because they were really powerful, then had that society discriminate against them, then painted everyone with powers as forever righteous good people and every person without as Ugly Evil Unpeople who could be slaughtered without any implications. There’s a scene where one of the Fae considers getting a ‘human servant’ like all his friends have via enchantment and subsequent kidnapping but doesn’t because it wouldn’t be worth the hassle and humans are annoying. This is not meant to say anything about the character’s morals, rather stating that the character prefers solitude Babe that is slavery. Your magical Fae society is ok with slavery.

Using power or magical-beinghood as a metaphor for queerness or disability is perfectly fine, but the problem comes when you try to make this all realistic instead of basing it on societal perception, because the thing about homophobia and racism and ableism is the fact that they are systems of power that place white, straight, rich, able bodied cis people at the top and everyone else at the bottom. Superpowers in context of sociology is more like: what if someone had a gun that they couldn’t unload, that was pointed at your head at all times. They wouldn’t shoot you with it, you think. But the gun is always there, and while the holder may not see it, you do. Which is a much better metaphor for living under systems that oppress you, with the caveat that superpowers are often inherent and social hierarchies are entirely made up.

Its just interesting how power is portrayed in the media as something that is either A. Born to or bestowed upon the protagonist and good or B. Something to be seeked out by the antagonist and bad. The idea that wanting what you weren’t given but other ‘more deserving’ people were is bad, but the idea that being more powerful than other people makes you inherently more moral rather than giving you more moral responsibility.

Ah, so you are positing the existence of type C, which is, "I want violent retribution on everyone who ever wronged me, but not to be held responsible for what I do with this power"

I think this can tie in with a lot of things. In aforementioned Danny Phantom, consider the bully character Dash. He literally introduces himself to the series by declaring- at max volume in a crowded cafeteria- that he has no future so high school is the best he's going to get.

Which is. needless to say. not something anyone with confidence says about themselves. But Dash does not exist to create problems for Danny, really; his primary function is being a justified target for Danny to punish over and over again.

People who are bullies understand that the concept of a bully is bad. They may have encountered- or fear- bullies themselves. But their solution is to idolize power and taking power. The Problem Is when I get pushed around, the problem isn't people shouldn't have the power to own/dominate others.

As you've pointed out this can run afoul in particular in social justice movements, since bullies exist everywhere and they will continue to co-opt whatever language gives them power and a platform. Some people just really, really want to hurt punish and control others. And broadly, they tend very quick to frame themselves as heroes punishing villains for being evil.

I recall back when I was in the Steven Universe fandom, someone told me their highly detailed system of how they wanted the Diamonds to die- they wanted Steven to murder Blue in front of Yellow, kill her next while she was grieving, and leave White alone and pleading before closing in for the finale.

Whether or not you like the Diamonds, or even whether or not you think the Diamonds should have died, it is obvious the objective is not removing or mitigating any threat here. The objective is sadism. The objective is wanting to punish people for ever having scared or upset you, and when a working fourth wall is at play it illuminates how insecure this mindset is. No matter how bad you think the Diamonds are, they are fictional characters, and not a perpetuation of bigotry or harmful stereotypes; they thus cannot hurt real people. The most they can do is be scary or upsetting, and even that is based on your willingness to go consume the media that has them in it. You could effortlessly turn off the tv and go watch a show where the hero makes the villain graphically explode every time, of which there are many.

But, we don't actually want things to get better! We want a justification to punish all the sinners that make trouble in our world. It's seductive it's reassuring it's a nice piping hot plate of comfort food that says "You're right forever! You actually ARE more special than anyone you don't want to interact with, your bullies or detractors actually ARE inherently lesser people than you. You will never have to face any sort of reality where people hurt your feelings but have some reason to exist or feel the way they do whether or not their actions are justified."

And incidentally, at its worst, this mentality can also utterly fail to address the very abuses it's trying to avenge. As you say, anon, it hinges on that the character remains a Dreadful Outcast forever.

Consider the plight of "Muggles" in Harry Potter. It sure feels like an amazing thing for an emotionally, materially, and physically abused boy to watch some magical giant show up, effortlessly boss his abusers around, and sweep him away from all that to a magical destiny world where he becomes stronger.

Only... at the end of every book they keep bringing him back. There are magical justifications for leaving him with his abusers. His cousin, who is also unambiguously hit and yelled at in the first book alone, does not even get the reprieves of special school even though we watch him become increasingly miserable with and enraged by his parents and their situation to the point that he makes at one point an unambiguous decision to stand by Harry with his parents watching.

This will come to nothing. Because Harry Potter takes the vicarious thrill children want to feel- that they know some secret that makes them special, reassuring when you don't think you're that cool and haven't had the life experience to invest in your identity yet- and basically turns it into, you don't deserve to be bullied because you're actually part of an old-money privileged over-class. With slaves! Why would you want to exist in a world where you reconcile with the foster sibling that pushed you around because he too was terrified of his parents and the dysfunctional house you lived in? He needs to know his place and be inferior to you, so that you can always be safe.

Because you never won't be traumatized and your trauma will never be a thing untouchable even by people who might care for you or be a friend to you, and if you decide the only way you will be safe is if you can rip a pound of flesh out of anyone who ever prods your wounds, then you won't feel safe unless you have someone on the figurative guillotine.

It's a status of victimhood that will never be lifted by any amount of power, because if you break the spell and admit that you have the capacity to hurt others and not the power to constantly be justified and eternally know evil when you see it, then that means you just might be the bad guy.

And you've made a world where nobody can even dip their toe in being the bad guy without deserving hell. So you can't be a sinner! That'd mean everything you feel is completely unjustified!

So, hail to the king, hail to the ultimate victim, whose suffering will never end because it is the throne he sits on to hold him above others.

And maybe I've played too much Final Fantasy Tactics Advance as a child, or maybe I just like monsters too much; but I've just always had the sneaking suspicion my life wouldn't improve if I could just stab everyone who ever hurt my feelings with a pitchfork.

I think using power to torment defenseless people is a bad thing no matter what that person did, and it is an unnecessary intrusion to actual harm reduction.

[jaykensteinn]

⛓️ Chainsaw Man ⛓️

! HEADCANONS !

General Hcs

Aki, Power & Denji are each others found family

Aki is the older brother/parental figure

Power & Denji are siblings

Neurotypical characters? Not here

The trio likes to make merch of Pochita and Meowy and pretend that there's a rivalry between the two

The trio has weekly "fights" over who's better between Meowy and Pochita

Meowy & Pochita are the trios "mascots"

Aki is always the tie breaker in the "fights" but constantly switches sides to so Power and Denji get to be winners

They're all music lovers

They use the plates that are meant to keep foods seperated and gives regular plates to guests unless asked for a special one

They all hate earmuffs

Earbuds/headphones hurt their ears so they just play everything from their phones, radios, record players etc.

I don't think any of them are cis but only in the way that none of them know what they are and they're just blobs existing that were forced to live and be part of society

None of them really feel like anything ( regards to gender ) but they just go with the flow and work with what they have and kinda just think about it occasionally at night while laying in bed

They def have dreams of them being the opposite sex or some extravagant alienated version of themselves that aren't restricted to human bodies

They all think they're the only ones experiencing it so they don't know they're not alone until years later

Gender crisis is always just at the back of their minds bc they're always busy and don't put that much thought into it

Individual Hcs

Power 🩸

Won't admit it but cares deeply for Denji & Aki

Will always make time for Denji when he's feeling down

Meowy is her all time favorite but Denji is a close second

Wrestling/physical touch is her love language

She finds Aki annoying a lot but would be the first to defend/protect him if he was in trouble

She'll secretly do stuff around the house and play dumb if someone notices

Is older than Denji but acts like the youngest

Adhd & doubt/double-checking ocd

They/He/She/It

Also uses blood/bloods, devil/devils & horn/horns neos

Arospike, greyasexual & aegoromantic

Listens to pop rock, death metal & classic rock

Long hair makes blood feel powerful so he never cuts his hair

Likes cassette tapes but prefers vinyls and CDs

Can't draw, only scribble

Stims by yelling "RAAAHHHHH", poking, rocking back and forth on the heels of her feet ( also likes to hold onto people while she rocks ), swaying, does the pop cat noise, finger guns + gun noises & biting

Denji ⛓️

Seems like the middle child but is actually the youngest

Adhd, mild autism & ptsd

Will actually play with his food while eating it but not in the "constantly moves food around with his fork" type the "will literally use his hands to make food monsters and fling food at people" type

Likes arts & crafts but won't admit it

Gives Aki & Power handmade gifts for holidays + birthdays but says he bought them

Calling people names ( loser, dumbass, idiot etc. ) And handshakes are his love languages

Likes cats as much as dogs but won't admit it so he has a reason to keep the rivalry going about which species is better and fight her over it

He/Him

Straight → bi-curious → unlabled ( over a 10-15 yr time frame )

Listens to j/kpop, rap, emo & scene

Prefers vinyls bc they make him feel cool

Draws stick people

Stims by pretending to fire up a chainsaw, making chainsaw noises, bouncing legs, puffing up his cheeks and blowing the air out of his mouth, makes fart noises & opening and closing doors

Special interest is devils

Aki 🗡️

Adhd, autistic, contamination/washing ocd & ordering/arranging ocd

Understands the concept of jokes and knows when to laugh but will internally take them literally and struggle to understand completely what they mean

Stims by cracking his knuckles, playing with his hair, tapping his fingers, pacing, unsheathing and resheathing his sword slightly, quickly and repetitively, also taps pencils/pens/silverware/anything on any surface within reach

Repeatedly opens & closes the cupboards, drawers, & washer

He/They

Asexual & cupioromantic

Listens to metal, emo, scene & classical

Secretly adores snakes but won't get any pets in case he dies on the job :(

Likes vinyls but prefers CDs and cassette tapes

Can draw decently, excels at realism but struggles with everything else

Special interest is coffee

Kobeni 🔪

She/They + Xey/Xem

Anxious, paranoid, general ocd, relationship ocd, sexual orientation ocd & trust issues

Xe has a knife collection

Angled aroace, panromantic, cupioromantic & fraysexual

Xeir favorite hobby is painting

They enjoy reading, writing, sewing, wood burning/carving & collecting weapons ( mainly knifes but also swords & daggers )

Gives Power clothes whenever shes passed down something that reminds her of it

Paints portraits for all her friends

Listens to pop, pop rock, classical, visual kei & nightcore

Makes mixtapes/playlists for the trio ( especially Power & Denji )

Likes to paint Meowy on album covers

Cats or dogs? Toads

Doesn't understand math

Is the cool aunt/favorite cousin in the family dynamic

Cassette tapes are xeir all time favorite and vinyls being a close second

Teaches the trio how to draw

They're no Picasso but she's a force to be reckoned with & their confidence while making art makes their work so much more appealing

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A/N: First and foremost please lmk if any of the sites I used for sexuality definitions are not credible or do not have the communitys best interest at heart as most of the labels I do not identify as and some of the sites I'm not familiar with !

Secondly, if you don't like or agree with my headcanons that's fine just don't be rude or keep it to yourself and feel free to share your headcanons ! :D

{Am I projecting onto these characters? Yes. Am I going to do it again? Also yes}

Lastly, If you, for whatever reason, want to know my takes on other characters feel free to request or comment and I'll make another post !

I will also probably be doing at least 1 more csm headcanons post later into the series. I'm mainly waiting until I find more characters I really like later on and/or there's more appearances of ones I currently find interesting.

[ethernetmeep]

something ive realized amidst glow in the dark stars on the ceiling and the repetitive blinking of the colon on my digital clock (among countless internal thoughts about brain death & death as a whole, but for another discussion) is that… plushies are, in a way, my sense of understanding humanity and physical closeness without having to do it in overabundance; without having to make myself uncomfortable.

even if nice and incredibly sweet, it is more nauseating than i’d like to admit to ever be physically close to someone in regards of something like sharing the same bed or physically laying close with one another. being cuddled means you have to endure wandering hands, being cuddled means you have to let your physical state be vulnerable. this freaks me out incredibly, as it simply feels… wrong. i don’t feel as if i should be touched, not to imply im inferior to anyone else, but simply because it strikes a chord deep inside me that cannot be undone. maybe its a want for control— a desperate plea for it. that makes the most sense— i am far too used to touches and exchanges where i cannot control it, where i am pleaded and begged into close physical space. i am in a ridiculous outfit & have a man who lingers his touch too long as he tries to tie my tie correctly in a way which i had already done so, i am in a situation where a mans leg is too close to my body and i am unsure how to feel about it. i am incredibly disoriented, and not in a good way

and this too feels fitting when i consider other, semi-similar occasions. when i am the one in control of my bodily autonomy, when i am able to maneuver a string. when i am able to ask to hug someone & i am the one doing the hugging predominately, i feel less afraid— i know i won’t do anything crass, and i know i am in less danger or fear of something uncomfortable occurring. it still can, don’t get me wrong— just a lesser percentage.

when i am with something inanimate, something cold or without much bodily movement itself, i feel less afraid. i don’t believe i will be hurt in the ways human people can touch and skim others. i feel as if, for once, i am able to put my guard down and truly rest. saying it (typing it, more rather) seems absurdly similar to the above in regards to being the individual to incite the physical closeness with another human being, however it is quite different in regards to worry. it is physically improbable that my hugging of a frog plush or of a simple cloth item will impede someone else and disgust them, and if it does it is more so a disgust at my being or my possible childish demeanor by hugging something inanimate than it is the action itself im doing harming them personally. i don’t have to worry about if i am hugging someone too much or for too long or having to overthink if what i am doing is that of a silent endurance instead of a hug truly wanted, i don’t have to worry if im making someone else feel uncomfortable. the most that falling asleep with an inanimate object in your hands will do to another living breathing organism is make them question you, although that happens regardless of what i do. and, if someone is uncomfortable by my mere existence holding onto something which is not that of causing any harm to others, its no longer a rational thing to be worried about and is now a personal issue or as if they simply are uncomfortable by my existence. theres not much i can do about that— i am not going to try and please everyone, as the only way to do that would be to eradicate myself from the equation before it even started; to not have the dilemma in the first place

still, i would prefer a worried and overthinking existence than one of never considering what others may endure. i want to be considerate, i want to be caring. i want to be all these things because i know just how hard it is to keep up with, i want to be better. i must be better than those who have come before me; i will be kinder than my creator*

*this is my own personal stance on it; i would never uphold this belief onto anyone else. i wish for you to live the way which is most beneficial to you. if that includes being cold or being isolated from others as a means of self-preservation, it isn’t something i will judge nor scorn you for. i just wish for you to stay safe and do what makes you happiest, dear reader.

[always-andromeda]

hello! can I request Fool For Love for Jay (okja)?

you can come up with the prompt!! 💞

Author’s Note | did this almost make me cry? yes. was this immensely relieving to write? also yes. I love being such a sad, troubled, romantic sap sometimes.

Mornings are bittersweet. Sweet because you love waking up to the feeling of Jay's body wrapped around you, keeping your back pressed against his chest as if you're a great big pillow. But bitter when you realize that that's the sign that he's about to get up for the day.

After placing a barely there kiss on the top of your head, Jay carefully untangles himself from you and sits on the side of the bed. Back still turned, you hear him groan as he stretches. You can't imagine how sore his shoulders are from holding the weight of his cause.

If there was any sense of fairness in the world, you'd turn and hold your arms out, beckoning him back home to you. But you don't live in that world. You live in a cruel company like MirandoCorp. exists. And, most importantly, you live in the world where you just happened to fall in love with a man who believes it's his job to dismantle it.

You wouldn't have it any other way, really. Jay wouldn't be Jay without his morals and his heart for humanity. So you listen to the soft sounds of him stretching before he finally stands and goes to the small bedroom closet.

Turning your head just long enough to get a little peek, you see Jay slide the hangers of your clothing to the side before grabbing one of his own button ups. You smile watching him shed the simple sleep shirt he'd worn to bed in favor of the crisp white button up, only slightly wrinkled from being packed against your wardrobe which was far larger than his.

That was one thing you'd found odd about him at first; how little of his own possessions he actually kept. In all sense of the word, Jay is almost a minimalist, only keeping things that are necessary. You'd think that would dampen his sentimentality, but really, it's the minimization that makes the trivial possessions of his more special.

You look towards the book on his nightstand, pages weathered and dog-eared; well loved. He devours literature like he's a starving man faced with his last meal. But you know which novels are his favorite when they manage to stay in his small collection and move with him from place to place.

Other than those little things, your Jay is almost entirely untethered from everything else. It gives him more space to focus on his mission and the living beings that really matter to him.

Remembering this innate ardency of his, you force yourself out of bed. Goosebumps erupt over your exposed skin as soon as you step out of the comfort of the sheets.

You approach Jay as he begins to bring his black tie around his neck. "Let me get that," you assure tiredly with a small yawn.

As your hands fumble for a second, knotting his tie for him, you notice him watch you with concern. "You should go back to sleep. You need more rest, sweetheart."

But you're too focused on the fact that he lets you struggle with his tie even though he could absolutely do it much faster by himself. You just like tracking how his chest rises and falls with each breath. You like the gentle way he speaks to you.

You reply with a giggle, "I'm already awake. Let me have a cup of coffee with you before you go, though, okay?" And just then, you straighten the tie and lay it flat on his chest. Not the best knot, but it'll do.

Before your hands can go back down to your sides, Jay grasps them in his own and brings them to his lips. He kisses your knuckles and mumbles, "Of course."

Of course I don't want to miss a moment with you.

Jay takes his coffee black. He likes when it's dark and nutty and bitter enough to make you grimace. In some strange way, it reflects his own strong and silent nature while also contrasting the sweetest that lies just below his surface.

You drink yours with whatever flavored creamer you prefer now, swirling the milky liquid in with the dark brew as Jay goes over his plan for the day.

The team is putting some last minute preparations for a protest, one that Jay is set on being peaceful. But you both know that the authorities will see the ALF as a threat just waiting to happen. Your hand ghosts over his larger one on the kitchen counter as you stand with him, listening to him go over the plan.

You wouldn't have him any other way, honest. But these days are difficult, knowing that any day he could get prosecuted or hurt. So your hand wraps around his and you give it a loving squeeze and a sympathetic gaze.

And when he pours back the last sip in his mug and sets it down, muttering that he should set off to work, you sigh lightly. Jay kisses your cheek quickly.

"That’s really it?" you muse.

Jay chuckles then before tilting your chin up to meet him. His lips press into yours, lingering for only a few seconds. And in those glorious seconds, you can tolerate the taste of his black coffee. Pulling back slightly, he whispers, "I love you." You say it back, eyes half lidded as he strokes your cheek for a moment with his thumb.

Tomorrow isn't guaranteed, he knows this all too well. So he'll take any time that he can. He'll savor these small memories and the next time he finds himself in trouble, he'll think of you and your sweet cream kiss and your soft hands and their adoring ministrations. And he'll fight a little harder and run a little faster. He'll do whatever he can to make sure that no matter what, at the end of the night, he will come home to you.

[glowingbadger]

Kinks & turn-ons, Genshin boiz

Y'all Genshin fans are thirsty.

Let's all do our best to stay hydrated~

Diluc, Kaeya, Zhongli, Tartaglia

18+ NSFW v

Diluc:

Hair pulling, back scratching- generally rough and intense is how he likes it. Diluc is a busy man and doesn’t often indulge in physical intimacy, so when he does, he wants to make the best of his time with his lover.

He adores marking his partner somewhere it can be seen. While not overly jealous or possessive, he has a bit of a lingering complex about losing loved ones, so “claiming” his lover just feels right to him. Sometimes, just catching a glimpse of an old mark or hickey that he left on your body will turn him on enough to want you all over again, pulling you close and sealing his lips over the tender spot once more.

He doesn’t make much noise in bed, but when he does speak, it’s to whisper his absolute adoration along his lover’s skin as he worships every inch of your body. Part of the intensity of being with Diluc is how achingly thorough he can be- his lips down the center of your torso, teeth scraping the inside of your thighs, his fingers curling into your hair and grazing your ears and neck. In a way, you could say he has a bit of a body-worship kink, but more in terms of giving than receiving. He’s heard enough empty praise from others trying to win his favor that he’s not easily flattered.

For this reason, he prefers missionary or cowgirl- positions where he can appreciate the view, watching your body move, your face flush and your eyes roll back.

Kaeya:

I’ve talked about Kaeya a bit already, so forgive some repeats.

Keaya is more or less a ‘soft dom,’ effortlessly manipulating and instructing his lover with carefully chosen words and light, teasing touches. He gets a self-satisfied thrill out of reducing you to his quivering mess without ever having to tie you up or physically overpower you. He’s well aware of how persuasive his words can be, so expect a lot of dirty talk- “You want to be good for me, don’t you darling? Now, on your knees, and I’ll show you what I want next…”

He’s got a bit of an oral fixation, and absolutely loves watching you take him into your mouth, struggling to reach the base while looking up at him. He’ll stroke your hair adoringly while bucking his hips up toward you, praising you all the while for being so good for him. He’s also definitely not above wanting a blowjob under his desk while he works. Kaeya is exactly the kind of chaotic fuckboy to wear a shit-eating smirk while you struggle to keep from gagging around him as he receives the usual reports and paperwork for the day, commenting when you’re alone that if you don’t want to be caught, you’d better make him cum soon.

Kaeya likes stimulating spots that you wouldn’t expect to be so sensitive. He’ll nip at the inside of your wrist, or place a lingering kiss at your shoulder, and if he feels your body respond, he’ll tease you about it mercilessly. There’s something about utilizing seemingly innocent parts of your body that he finds irresistible.

Zhongli:

He’s been around for a while, so while not necessarily “promiscuous,” he’s had some experience, and is very good at communicating with his lover. This turns into a bit of a voice kink for him- he adores hearing you gasp and sigh and moan beneath him, telling him exactly what you want and what feels good. He’ll often lower his head and press his lips to your neck so he can feel your breath in his hair and along his ear while he thrusts into you.

As a man of immense historical and cultural knowledge, he’s quite open minded about trying new things, often commenting on “the fascinating new pleasures humans have concocted” over the years. This might be how you discover that Zhongli is much more physically strong than his prim and proper outward appearance may suggest; he’ll gladly lift you up against a wall or bounce you up and down on his lap- whatever is necessary to try out that new position you mentioned once in passing.

His ‘default’ position though is to take you from behind, pressed between his hard body and the mattress. Something about this position connects him to his more “primal” ancient existence.

No matter the position though, he’s very handsy. Not sure what you would call this as a “kink” per say, but he can’t keep himself from running his hands down your back, along your hips, gripping the flesh of your ass and thighs, savoring the way your body arches and tenses to his touch.

Tartaglia:

Childe gets so riled by the chance to spar with his lover (especially if they’re anywhere even close to strong enough to give him a challenge) that you can usually expect him to want sex the moment the match is done- if not interrupting the match instead to have you immediately. This has translated into a bit of a sweat/scent/exertion kink for him. He loves the taste, the sight, and feel of you worn out and exhausted by the time he’s done with you.

He seems like he may like a ‘dom’ role in bed, but in fact, nothing turns him on quite like a lover who can dish it out as much as they take it. He loves some [consensual] struggling and rough-play, and hell, he’ll even be a good boy and bottom for you if you manage to overpower him in some way (though generally it takes a lot of teasing and/or some incredible oral skill to make him give). Basically, it’s a bit of a power-play kink, but with the added thrill of a power struggle between you two, rather than a clear-cut sub-dom dynamic.

That being said, on a few special occasions, he’ll fall to pieces if you wear something cute, frilly and utterly submissive and offer yourself to him. Once you’ve established that you’re strong willed enough to keep up with him, he’s utterly floored by the chance to dominate you completely and treat you like his docile little plaything.

[kinrypu]

Nervus

In some dirty old book said about a certain imperial citizen - Ichabod Vailent. Day 3, Second seed - He probably was died of a fever, with some strange symptoms. They were similar to something like serpentine dementia. The local priestess Odri, his nurse, wrote: ( Day 25, Rain’s Hand ) «Master Vailent more emaciated in last time. He doesn't speak much now, and looks at anyone somehow... not kindly» ( Day 27, Rain’s Hand ) «It gets worse every day. At first he completely refused go to the temple, and now I had beg him to take the medicine for an hour. I have never seen such a terrible heat, master eat with difficulty...» ( Day 29, Rain’s Hand ) «He claims that lose teeth, but new will surely grow in their place, completely different. Just need to rip out them, as he put it – excess. Hot delirium. Calmed him with big luck» (Day 1, Second seed) «Vailent is delirious again. He screamed that his skin was covered with fish scales and it needs to be rip off urgently. I had to tie his hands, so sorry for him» (Day 3, Second seed) «I only went away for a couple of hours! Merciful Mara, and his body is already quite cold. I just wanted to close the master's eyes, but Ichabod… Ichabod smiled. So snide. I have never seen anything more creepy then that in my life» (Day 4, Second seed) «Vailent’s body was lost this morning. We wanted to perform the last ceremony, but the coffin was empty. The brother shouted about vampires, the handmaid begin to talk about necromancers and other blasphemers. The lost dead was discovered by the guard only on evening. In the city pond. Face down. Someone just dumped the body there… »

Ha-ha! What a nonsense, isn’t it? How can someone be dead who right now, in front of my eyes, walks imposingly along overgrown flower beds and dilapidated benches. Lives dubiously healthy on Drowned Street. From sewer canal up stairs (I don't remember exactly which of the twelve). On left, near a small fountain depicting a wounded Baliwog. A fancy carved gate with a large knocker, the ring of which is gripped by a predatory fish. Here is just another name carved above them. Nervus Delirium. Remember? And now forget it, you don't need this. We definitely not go to visit him. Oh, how long has he been here? Lost in time. The walls are crumbling, reshaping and them are being erected again. Although there is no difference, people get stuck in every sense here. I remember how we met, he always chatted about how someone once forbade levitation. My friend is a nasty man, like many who exist so miserable. A week earlier, honestly, I saw this piranha at the ball. He got into a knive-fight and came out the winner. Yes, they beat him well. It's a pity, the frock coat was so beautiful. Stains cannot be removed, what a shame. Suits fit so well on everyone, no matter who says otherwise. Tall, thin, always keeps so-o straight. Step by step heard how chains is strumming. A lovely sight! Not immediately notice but only porridge remained in the skull. He is not cheerful person, I assure you. You would prefer not to see such gentlemen at all. He spoiled all the fun with his sour face! Why do we keep inviting him? I, uh, dunno. Sometimes he comes. He almost always comes. I don’t know about the others, but I’m just glad! We have a lot of time, the poor fellow must while away, right? Oh, are you wondering… what is he doing now? I’m not a chatterbox, certainly ( try not to be ) but it's really so interesting. Have you seen the skinned mongrel outside the walls? And ON the walls? Or IN..? Should be. Can you imagine do the same things with rats? Scary and vile creatures. But he always love scary and vile creatures, so he got himself one. Hilarious. By the way, not a villain. The Fish loves the strange and interesting things, does not shy away from the walls, the saber is with him. Once I picked up a tiny tadpole in the swamps. Under human care, he quickly grow up into a hefty fat Grummite. This toad, I'm sure, eats a lot more than poor Nervus. Gave nickname Buben. Cutie-Buben. Comedy! I have no idea how it got into his strange head. Well, the soul of another is a dark forest.

And now we are behold the fallen, frozen and exhausted man! (but somewhere inside of his soul so-o happy) And what his name was not important. No one will remember anymore. Blessed, like what surrounded him. Hey! Is someone else listening to me? I see! Now would you like to chat with him?! Well, please. Tell Fish you can't swim.

[thesoulprophecies]

My Favourite Book Characters.

As a socially awkward introvert, I often prefer book characters to real people. There’s just something about being able to relate to people in fiction that is so much more interesting than the real world, although, any good story should be able to transport the reader out of the real world. I particularly love characters that are honest, sincere and quirky, and I can’t get enough of strong and smart female characters, and emotionally in-tune male characters, they are great role models for young people today. Imperfections bring characters to life, perfect characters are nice, but they sometimes lack the humanity of characters who have some flaws. Here are a few characters who have stood out to me over the last decade…

R – Warm Bodies

‘None of us are particularly attractive, but death has been kinder to me than some. I’m still in the early stages of decay. Just the grey skin, the unpleasant smell, the dark circles under my eyes. I could almost pass for a living man in need of a vacation. Before I became a zombie I must have been a businessman, a banker or broker or some young temp learning the ropes, because I’m wearing fairly nice clothes. Black slacks, grey shirt, red tie.’ R, Warm Bodies by Isaac Marion.  

R is a zombie who has thoughts and even, sort of, feelings. He is the first character that made me ask myself: ‘what if zombies weren’t just mindless killing machines like we see in films all the time, what if they actually did have thoughts? What would a zombie even think?’ It’s an intriguing question and puts a new spin on the zombie stereotype.

The zombies’ need for brains is clever as when they eat a living person’s brain, they see the memories that person had, and they experience a glimpse of life. It’s almost as though the zombies crave brains because they crave being alive again. R first ‘sees’ Julie through eating her boyfriend’s brains and for once feels something more than just a desire to eat living flesh, he chooses to protect Julie. I loved how R’s character viewed the world around him and questioned his existence, despite being technically dead. His awkward friendship grows slowly with Julie, and as he gradually becomes more human and starts to fall in love with her, he feels guilty for being responsible for her boyfriend’s death. The complex nature of R and Julie’s relationship, and the burdens of being alive and being dead, along with the desire to live life breathes realism into these characters.

R is a character people can relate to, he’s done a lot of ��wrong’ things whilst being a zombie, he’s literally been to the lowest point you can go, dead, and he’s trying to rise above it and find reasons to live life again. It’s also nice to see a male character getting in touch with their emotions.

James Carstairs – A Clockwork Angel

‘He wore a light loose-fitting set of trousers and a collarless shirt, with a black silk dressing gown tied loosely over them. She had been right. He was young, probably the same age as Will, and the impression of youth was heightened by his slightness.’… ‘No wonder that in the moonlight his pale skin seemed to shine like Will’s witchlight. His hair was pale silver as well, as were his angular eyes.’ JEM, A Clockwork Angel by Cassandra Clare.

Jem is a musically talented, kind and intelligent character. He is quiet and reserved but brave and doesn’t like people worrying about him or his illness. He has a quiet confidence and strength; unlike his friend Will who is loud and brash.

Jem is the definition of ‘life not being fair’. He is fighting an illness that has no cure and he also falls in love with the same woman as his best friend. I think for a lot of people there are times when life isn’t fair, so having a character embody this feeling immediately makes him relatable. He’s also another male character who seems to be in-tune with people’s feelings and his own emotions.

Ophelia – A Winter’s Promise

‘The nose kept coming. Soon after, a pair of glasses emerged, then the arch of an eyebrow, a forehead, a mouth, a chin, cheeks, eyes, hair, a neck, and ears. Suspended there, above the shoulders, in the center of the mirror, the face looked to the right, then to the left. Next, a bit further down, a bended knee poked through, and in tow came a body that pulled itself right out of the mirrored wardrobe, as if from a bathtub. Once clear of the mirror, the figure amounted to nothing more than a worn-out old coat, a pair of gray-tinted glasses, and a long three-colored scarf. And under these thick layers, there was Ophelia.’ Ophelia, A Winter’s Promise by Christelle Dabos.

Ophelia is a petite, intelligent character who prefers museums and books to people. She lives on an Ark called Anima and has the ability to ‘see’ the history of objects that she touches in the form of visions. Ophelia is practical, fearless and shows virtually no interest in romance. This is in complete contrast to how a lot of female characters are portrayed in other works of fiction. To quote Shakespeare ‘Though she be but little, she is fierce’ accurately describes Ophelia.

Arya – A Game Of Thrones

‘Sansa had gotten their mother’s fine high cheekbones and thick auburn hair of the Tullys. Arya took after their lord father. Her hair was a lusterless brown, and her face was long and solemn. Jeyne used to call her Arya Horseface and neigh whenever she came near.’ Arya, A Game Of Thrones by George R. R. Martin.

Arya feels like a misfit compared to the other girls and her sister. She’s not good at needlework or musically talented. She prefers the pursuits her brothers are allowed to enjoy; riding horses, archery and swordplay. After devastation hits her family, Arya is forced to flee and turns away from the life of a gentle lady and becomes stronger and skilled with weapons. Brienne of Tarth, the only female knight in A Game Of Thrones is similar to Arya, both being women who choose to pursue stereotypically male pursuits. It’s the feminist statement that women can do commonly male associated things just as well as any man, and it’s great to see characters like Arya.

Frodo – The Lord Of The Rings

”A stout little fellow with red cheeks,’ said Mr. Butterbur solemnly…. ‘[Taller] than some and fairer than most, and he has a cleft in his chin: perky chap with a bright eye. Begging your pardon, but he said it, not me.’ – Gandalf describing Frodo and leaving a letter with Barliman Butterbur, The Lord Of The Rings by J. R. R. Tolkien.

Frodo is a loyal and brave character who takes on the burden of The One Ring when nearly everyone else is afraid to touch it. He is compassionate and is not afraid to go to Mordor alone in order to protect his friends, although Sam does not let him go off by himself. Frodo is almost a perfect character; he is recognised as being uniquely different by other characters in the story, namely though his ability to carry the ring for so long. Though Frodo is full of doubt, every obstacle he faces he doubts himself but with help from his friends and some determination he manages to get through. Frodo is a weak character, lacking strength and the power of typical heroes, but his will is strong.

Hermione Granger – Harry Potter

‘She had a bossy sort of voice, lots of bushy brown hair and rather large front teeth.’ – Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and The Philosopher’s Stone by J. K. Rowling.

Hermione is strong, brave and book smart. Her intelligence often saves her, Harry and Ron as they go through the years at Hogwarts. It’s great to see a female character portrayed as strong and intelligent and not immediately obsessed with boys and relationships.

[remsmoonlight]

— title : i need you

— word count : 2.1k words

— pairing : ryuji goda x reader

— summary : convincing ryuji of doing the opposite of what he’s set out to do is a pointless task, yet you will attempt if it gives him even one more day.

— warnings : blood, mentions of violence, some swearing, mentions of imagining of death, angst

notes : inspired by a prompt from here .. i had to do a self indulgent thingy for tumblr .. because why did they have to kill him off like that .. i tried to be dramatic as i possibly could

" none of this would've happened if you had just listened! "

A muffled silence drowns your hearing, the spinning of the Earth decelerates until it feels little more than a crawl with a weak grip. Rough cement scrapes the smoothness of your knee, leaving an angry blemish as grit fights to find its way into your bleeding wounds. No graze can pull you out of the deep end your heart finds itself fighting to stay above of, as you witness your worst fear painted perfectly on a canvas steeped in blood. The stillness of the air leaves you feeling flustered as your mind tries to make sense of what it observes before it, hoping that it’s no more than a deceptive trick played on itself by the fear you felt as you made your way up the tall structure.

A romantic thread of words have never failed in supply, but words left unsaid threaten to crush you under their weight, lost moments to time. A shudder of a breath shakily is let out, the cold air kick starts your body as you push yourself up and scramble to where the battered and bloodied body of Ryuji lays, almost motionless in pain. A childish cry to wake up from this nightmare is all you can think of, but reality does not bend to the whims of humanity, it continues with the path it has set. Resentfully, you can see the similarity that it shares with the male.

“ none of this would've happened if you had just listened! “ A broken cry full of fiery misery lick at the delicate snowflakes that descend from the heavens with a short lived grace, full of threats to burn as they penetrate your space.

The shock of the vibrancy of the liquid that escapes Ryuji leaves time standing still, you care not however, your fingertips gripping a heavy shoulder as the other lends a gentle touch to his cheek. Pain and grief masks itself as anger. You sorely wish to blame someone or something, but you had warned him.. You’d tried to reason with him that this course he’d set would leave him chasing an unattainable taste of sweetness of satisfaction that would dull with each day that dawns. A strong will that had left you in an addictive awe leaves you with a decaying taste in your mouth now, it creates an impossible amount of scars on your soul.

“ ‘Guess I should’a listened to ‘ya after all. “ He reluctantly answers, the humour unable to battle the drain out of his voice completely.

“ Why couldn’t you have just let this lie? “ A ticking pulls your attention away for a fraction of a passing second, a groan causes you to turn back.

“ Was always gonna end this way. “

A weakened grip that belongs to Ryuji ignores the resistance from his body, enduring the pain from the movement in order to experience skin against skin contact for himself once more. He wishes he could have found it within himself to have turned left, but he’d have lost himself without this self imposed purpose, fading into the background. It was selfish, to bring you into his world.. But to him? You’re an unfinished book, your words inked with glittering star dust that etch themselves into existence. He was unable to tear him away from your pages that you may have worn like wings. Selfish. To know how his story would end, yet knowing he would not be around for yours.

“ No. “ Your lips close, pushing against each other to numb the other, your features twisting into an aching grimace.

“ Can’t stop it now. “ he insists, brows drawing together as he scrunches his eyes up from the agony that throbs through every inch of flesh. “ Shit’s set in stone now. “

“ Stop it! “ You sob, hating how vulnerable you sound.

There is a sorrowful beauty in the scene, notes Ryuji. Pale beams of moonlight triumphant until the point of reaching your body that blocks it. Leaving no more than a radiant glow surrounding your head, providing an inhuman glow that illuminates your body as much as your soul — a wistful image that he’s glad to witness once more. Your being here is something of a majestic collision into a door to his person he’d fought to keep locked, if this is a departing gift he would gladly take it. He’d thought the last time he saw you would be when he unwillingly shared his plan, should this ending occur, he could take comfort in there not being a picture of you waiting at the door waiting for the other half of you to walk through the door, only to be met with a crushing realisation of never seeing him again. Only, he’d not expected you to follow in his tracks, not after he’s ignored your pleas of turning away from this path.

“ Ya better get outta here, ‘place is gonna blow soon. “

“ Not without you. “ you argue, refusing his direction — your grip strengthens ever so slightly, fearing the winter breeze has the power to boldly grow and tear you away from the man.

“ Ya got’a whole life ahead of ya. “ A twist of his heart is the dominant sensation he notices at the thought.

He wishes he could be there for it, to see the petals of your success bloom in the depths of your determination. One thing he could never understand was how, despite the tainted reputation that follows him like a shadow, never had been enough to put you off. Not a criminal tie to your name and you voluntarily merged your time and energy with his, with little care. Perhaps that’s where an addiction to his selfishness began. All his life and his Yakuza connections secluded him from genuine human connections and you’d trampled all over that with your impartial view. Many would prefer to cower in their fear, you’d scratched past the surface to see who he could be capable of being.

All the time spent together, and yet he still craves more. To linger in your orbit, time is his nemesis — for he still feels as if there has not been enough. Not the hours spent with the sun setting and you’re there by his side, when he’d spent more time committing the wonder at such a simple thing to his memory. Not the darkened hours spent together surrounded by silken sheets, and all that graced his ears was a musical symphony of breathy moans as you set about learning each other’s bodies. Never were the hours spent talking in order to hear the passion in your voice when speaking about something that interests you enough for him.

“ You can’t do this. “ You whimper softly, almost looking through the man you hold close. “ You can’t come into someone’s life, you can’t make them care about you and leave just because you want to. What did you think was going to happen? That I was going to sit by and let you do this? “

He says nothing, leaving space for a groan of pain to leave his lips as he tips his head back. He’s met with a darkened blanket where millions of stars are scattered so ungracefully, yet do not collide an uncoordinated dance across the sky. Uncertainty overwhelms him, over that is causing more pain — the wounds or the grief in your every word.

“ Just get the fuck outta here already. “ His voice echoes across the large space as he turns his attention back to you.

“ Were you lying all that time? “ You ask with a trembling lip at the thought of being without.

It feels like an endless amount of early mornings had been spent planning and chattering about the most random things. Your mind lighting up with the power of a thousand suns before the world had awoken around you. You can’t pinpoint the moment it happened, but the two of you awoke a little earlier than necessary to bathe in the image of the other — to forge a most perfect illusion of normalcy before stepping out into the real world. Mornings were not your most happiest bedfellow, yet you’d grown to love them just a little more when waking to the most simplest treat to sweeten your tongue.

“ What ya on about? “

“ All that time when we were talking, about what we were going to do? What we could do? ”

“ Why ya going on about that ? “ He asks curiously, eyeing you as you speak.

“ If you die, how are we meant to do any of it? “ Your words are rushed as you question him plainly.

“ Yer gonna .. just won’t be with me. “ Colour from the world feels as if it’s fading, merging into one bland monochrome depiction of a bright, bubbling city.

“ Can you stop?! “ A frustrated shriek tears from the bottom of your throat in response. “ I’m done talking in circles, I’m not dying here and neither are you. If I have to, I will drag you out with me. “

The world pauses in shock for a quiet fraction of a minute. To be spoken to in such a manner is not something Ryuji has experienced much in his life, even rarer by you — words that fell from your lips are always bathed in the sweetness of sugar, not an ounce of poison to anyone. Even the individuals who drew your temper out of its sleep were met with an incredible amount of restraint, he can hear the desperation — acting as a bucket of ice water to shock his nerve endings from the low temperature.

“ You did what you had to do. It wasn’t meant to be, but you can find another purpose. Build something else with your life, just.. Just come with me. Please. “

To be responsible for dragging you down with him, away from providing the world with your bright rays of sunshine in the bland day to day lives of everyone you came into contact with weighs heavily on his chest. Extra time spent with you, perhaps getting to know who his little sister has become are the treats tied onto a stick in front of him, life’s cruel bribe. He’d imagined how his ending would have been sketched by above, yet to have ties keeping him there had not been what he would have included. If he couldn’t be the one dragon, this would be a consolation prize that would allow for the petals of peace to bloom before he’d tear them down once more.

A strength he’d thought abandoned him glows with a dull hue, for a minute, he contemplates using that for Kiryu. Yet the other half of his soul wins the battle, a hand of his reaches out to push himself off from the concrete. It’s not an easy feat after being battered more than once, yet it’s not half as arduous as it could be with you supporting his weight — he’s fully aware how much of your strength he is using from your audible gasps of air.

“ Ya don’t gotta yell at me. “ he complains softly as he grips his side with as much force as he can dedicate to.

“ I don’t think it’s the time for this. “ You argue back quickly.

“ The red one. “

“ Huh? “ The sound escapes you as your features turn into a frown over how to get away from the ticking time bomb fast enough.

“ The lift, to get down. Press th’red one. “ He instructs you with a finger barely lifted, pointing in the direction of the button behind you.

You say nothing in response, the wheels in your mind working faster than your body as it moves purely on an instinctive reaction when receiving messages from your brain. Your stomach twists and turns from the descent to below, unable to process the way the city shifts into a state of obscurity from the swift movement. It would be a beautiful sight if it hadn’t attached a violent night as a parting gift.

“ You really scared me up there. “ You confess with barely a whisper. “ Can you promise me something? “

“ What’s that? “

“ That you won’t do something like this again. “ You say, with your heart hoping that he’d shy away from an impossible task should it present itself. Your eyes had seen enough hurt for one night, you’re confident you’d not be able to withstand it once more.

“ Wish I could. “

Teeth grind against the bottom of your lip, you should have known that he wouldn’t. Yet you also cannot find the strength to tear yourself away from the fire that burns within him, like a moth to a flame, you find yourself wondering how close you can stand against the heat before you flee from the pain it brings.

[saturnseighthringg]

Day 3: Rainbows

Cas needs a little help grooming his wings and Dean discovers some interesting things about his best friend.

Rating: T || Word Count: 1300

Unintended strip tease. Well, Dean feels that way 😉

Read on AO3

“Dean… I have something to ask of you.” Cas sounds weary and Dean isn’t fan of the tone, but he nods, giving Cas his full attention.

“I have a sort of dilemma.” He hesitates. “In our last skirmish with demons, one of them managed to really ruffle my wings.”

“Hold on.” Dean cuts him off. “How does that even happen? They aren’t even out when you fight.”

Cas nods patiently. “Just because they aren’t ‘out’ doesn’t mean another Angel or demon cannot injure them. Angels and demons can exist on multiple planes at a time, which means a demon could theoretically injure my wings. It’s not a common occurrence.”

Dean thought this over, absorbing the new information. Mostly, it made him angry. What demon had the gall to injure his Angel’s wings? An Angel’s wings. An Angel. Not his Angel. Dean refocuses before his mind can get away from him.

“So what do you need me to do?” Dean wasn’t sure how a human could possibly be of assistance with such a matter. Cas had never asked this before. Didn’t he usually just fix them with his grace? Oh, but wasn’t Cas’ grace failing?

Cas shuffles, looking uncomfortable, and Dean realizes this isn’t something he wants to ask.

“Hey.” Dean says softer. “Whatever you need me to do, I got you, Cas.”

Cas’ face resolves. “I need help grooming my wings so they can restore themselves.”

That’s a thing? “And how would I go about doing that?” Make no mistake, Dean was definitely on board. He loved seeing Cas’ wings. In order to groom wings, you had to touch them, right? Dean was giddy at the thought.

“I would manifest them to this plane, and you would go through and… groom them.” He shrugs like he doesn’t know how else to put it.

Dean chuckles at Cas’ reluctance. “Okay, but you’re gonna have to walk me through it. Cuz I have no idea what I’m doing here.”

“Of course, Dean.”

In Dean’s room, Cas undresses his top half, shedding that God forsaken trench coat, and his suit jacket. He lays them neatly on the desk chair and moves his hands to his chest. This feels weirdly intimate to watch and Dean should probably look away. As it is… Dean does not. He watches as Cas’ deft fingers smoothly undo his tie, and pull it from his neck in a fluid motion. Is it hot in here? In a matter of seconds, Cas has unbuttoned his shirt buttons, clearly using some type of mojo to speed the job along. When he shrugs out of his shirt, Dean finds it a little hard to breathe. The fuck is up with that?

Dean had never seen so much of Cas’ skin exposed, and all at one time. Inches of tan skin, sculpted far better than Dean’s own. Maybe that’s an Angel thing. Cas wasn’t small. It was baffling how much that damn trench coat hid. Dean had been missing out. Record scratch. Missing out on what? Cas was Dean’s best friend. And best friends didn’t walk around showing each other their bodies. Dean needed to get his head out of his ass.

He claps his hands together to clear his mind. “Alright, then. Whip ‘em out.”

He watches Cas’ eyes close in focus and in moments, large black wings appear to grow out of Cas’ back.

Dean walks around Cas like he’s appraising a car, taking it all in. As magnificent as they are, they’re definitely a little mangled. He glances to Cas as he reaches a hand up, silently asking permission. Cas nods in permission, and Dean sinks his fingers to get a feel for them.

It’s like plush down. The softest blanket he’d never felt. He lightly rakes his hand through and feels the mishaps within the feathers. He doesn’t realize he’s smiling like a goof until he looks at Cas, who has a curious expression on his face. Dean drops his hand.

After arranging themselves on the bed, Cas on the edge, with Dean cross-legged behind him, Cas turns his face slightly to walk him through the steps.

“So the first step is going through and plucking all the loose feathers. They should be easily identifiable and come off easy. Healthy ones won’t, so don’t worry.” Dean nods even though he’s pretty sure Cas can’t see him and sets to work.

It’s therapeutic and methodical, grazing his hands through Cas’ wings. Dean feels at ease with the world, safe. Which is a thought worth snorting at later. The world was far from safe, but details, details.

They don’t speak, preferring to remain in their heads.

When he’s sure he’s plucked all the problem feathers, he drops his hands, looking around his bed and the floor. It’s littered with black feathers.

“I think that’s it, Cas.” Cas lifts his wings to- stretch?- them and they tremble like a dog shaking water off. It would be comical if it wasn’t one of the coolest things Dean had ever seen.

Once Cas is done stretching his wings, he brings them back to their original resting place. “The next step is fairly easy. Just go through and straighten any feathers you see that look crooked or out of place. This shouldn’t take long at all.”

Dean immediately sees what he’s talking about and sets about his next task.

In the places he’s straightened, that are looking pretty perfect if Dean says so, he notices a dark liquid leaking from somewhere in the large appendages. The hell?

“Cas, what is this?” He doesn’t mean to sound alarmed.

“It’s wing oil. You’ll spread it over the wings to protect them.”

Dean swipes some up onto his fingers, examining it. It’s thick and amber colored, resembling car oil. It’s not so viscous that it sticks to anything but it doesn’t drip much. Curious, he brings his hand to his face.

It’s- sweet. And spicy? How…? It smells like cologne. Not one Dean’s ever smelt, but it’s- good.

“Dean? Is something wrong?” Dean hadn’t realized he’d gone still in his observation.

“Nah, just got sidetracked. This stuff smells really good.” Dean has a crazy ass thought of sticking his finger in his mouth to see if it tastes as good as it smells. He rolls his eyes at himself.

“It’s supposed to appeal to the groomer.”

Dean frowns even though Cas can’t seem him. “How’s that work?”

Cas shrugs. “It just... does. I don’t really know how to explain it. It’s just meant to be pleasant to the groomer. It resonates their favorite scents.” Cas pauses, tipping his head to the side, obviously thinking. Then, “What does it smell like to you?”

Dean’s face heats up. That’s kinda personal he thinks. Or is it?

He pauses long enough that Cas reassures him. “If you don’t wish to say, I don’t mind. It is personal. I was only curious.”

Dean clears his throat. “It’s fine, uh, it’s not that big a deal.” Dean leans in closer and takes a deep breath, trying to identify all the notes. “Kinda smells like spice. And honey.”

Cas hums, thoughtful. “You like the combination of sweet and spicy.”

“Yea, hell of a combination. Hard to get right.”

Dean focuses back on his task, starting to spread the oil on the straightened feathers and pauses. He stares. Hard.

Where he spreads the oil, the wing gleams. And when he shifts slightly, he notices the sheen provides a holographic effect.

Cas’ wings have rainbows in them.

He spreads some more around and then, like a kid, proceeds to move himself around to catch the rainbow shines.

“Dean?”

Dean laughs. “Did you know you have rainbows in your wings?” He asks in wonder, excited.

Cas chuckles. “I did. It’s very fitting.”

And for once, Dean’s not sure he gets that reference.