Okay, well. My original thought, bc I have some thoughts on this particular scene type myself and it's interesting to me?? would be the combo of In The Bath, For Comfort, and Completely Platonic. Because incidentally, pushing fictional relationships way beyond normal societal limits is interesting. :)
is there a limit on how many times I can fill an ask?
this took me a bit to answer, because I have this happen, canonically, a lot in GHD and WoW.
like, there’s this whole big long-running thing with Blue and Bolte where this is just, a trend? and with Celeste and Locke, once?
and with several people, in WoW?
it’s evidently my favorite platonic,,,,trope??? can you call this a trope???
anyways, I went ahead and did this for Jules and BJ because their friendship is good on every level, and also i haven’t posted much for either of them yet, so!
“ ‘old still.” Jules steadies a hand on BJ’s shoulder. “eet ees okay. you are okay.”
“I know that,” huffs BJ, but he’s so breathless that the words come out twisted up wrong. “it’s - i’m - fuck.”
“stop talkeen,” scolds Jules. he keeps a grip on BJ’s shoulders until he’s sure the other man’s not going to make a dart for the door, or collapse in a heap. then he hooks hands in the bottom of BJ’s dirty tank top, easily guiding it up (and BJ is shaking and trembling, whole body pulled taut like a live wire, like a pinned dog that’s braced to bolt, but he lifts his arms and doesn’t run
and
that says something, Jules thinks, even if he’s not sure of what) and over BJ’s head.
Jules takes quick stock of the situation: rumpled green feathers, a purple yellow bruise on the span of BJ’s side, dirt ground into his skin.
nothing broken, then.
nothing physical, at least.
“Tu n’es pas blessé, d’accord ? Je suis ici avec toi. Tu as fait du bien, petit lapin.“ then, a clucked tongue, a quick CHECK.
BJ The Hurricane
Level - ???
300/1000 HP
he feels very small right now
“Non, non.” Jules runs his hands over BJ’s sides, just to make sure there are no missed broken ribs.
“fuck,” wheezes BJ, again. he screws his face up, eyes shut. “i’m - “
“eef you say you are fine, I will ‘it you,” wants Jules. his hands settle on the waist of BJ’s neon orange denims. “take zese off. I am getteng ze water on ‘ot.”
BJ makes a sound that’s not really an answer, but the shorts are gone by the time Jules gets back from heating up the shower, and the boxers are too. and he’s shaking - he’s shaking like he just got pulled out of the mine shaft, like he’s still trying to grab at freedom - like he’s still trying to grab at Jules neck sobbing sobbing sobbing and shaking and sobbing and -
Jules strips down, and gets them both in the shower.
BJ winces like the hot water hitting his skin catches him off guard. the scent of hot, wet feathers floods the air.
BJ mutters something.
Jules fidgets with the temperature of the water. “what was zat?”
quiet, quiet.
“was gonna - say - pathetic.”
barely loud enough to be words, but Jules HEART pangs all the same. he abandons the knobs, turns to wrap arms around BJ’s shoulders instead, to pull him close into a hug; wings carefully staying tucked to his side, the curtain of the shower staying mostly open despite the water spray and cold drifting air.
“non,” he tells BJ, firm and honest in a way he seldom is with the speedster. “you are not. you did - “ a pause, a roll of the words, a heave of BJ’s shoulders as his breath spills back out in a sob. “ - you did good, petit lapin. better zen should ‘ave been asked of you.”
@simplelinesunfashiond that song has sent me spiraling, oh my god it’s so good??? it’s absolutely the catchiest thing, and,,,i have a huge urge to go play around with Celeste now,,,,that’s definitely on their playlist now
...I feel like my OCs meeting yours would pretty much be a lot of my kids yelling at Anderson to "be nice" until he finally picked out of yours he liked and that person was just stuck with him. Also, Elissa (and her son, let's be honest, Nix is worse) who both have too many bird instincts just basically reverse-imprinting on winged folks who seem younger or smaller than them like "IDK where I got all these children but they're here now, let's order food."
!!!! hey hi yes I love this so much.
Elissa takes one look at BJ (and possibly Elias, too, maybe) and instantly adopts him, and that’s valid. this boy is small, and way too young for this line of work, and has no idea what he’s doing, and could probably use someone like Elissa around. I think he’d get along pretty well with Nix, too, as long as Nix doesn’t mind that BJ talks a lot and also really fast, and that he’s perpetually drumming his hands on things when he’s not talking.
also while I can think of a few oc’s who could actually get on with Anderson (Sasha, certainly, Jules, maybe, though that might just be more that I really like the idea of them getting along) I can absolutely see Jeremy taking one look at Anderson and just inserting himself into Anderson’s life. they’re friends now, and it doesn’t matter if Anderson doesn’t want to be friends. Jeremy is loud, and kind of a dick, but also he’s really good at bullying people into taking care of themselves (despite his own rampant lack of self esteem and self care), and I just think that they’d probably be good for each other in the long run.
Ajsmdbehhba jk rj my out of date ass just noticed that *you have bird wing people now* and you already know that is my *favorite thing* so could you maybe tell me some random facts?
ahhhhh hey, hi!!! I do!!!! they’re from my new wip, Wings of War!
some random facts, absolutely!
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*BJ has seagull wings and isn’t the best at keeping track of them. he’s liable to whack you upside the head with them as he walks past!
*Olek has tundra swan wings, though you hardly ever see them unfolded. only during matches, if he’s trying to be extra intimidating, or if BJ is looking like he’s having a rough day, at which point he cocoons the other guy. very good at wrapping people up with his wings.
*Christophe has lovebird wings! they’re usually tucked away under his jacket, but they’re small and really brightly colored, and probably some of my favorites out of the bunch!
*Jane has eagle wings, but one has been severely messed up, and is usually kept strapped to his back! he gets very flustered if his wings are complimented in anyway!
*Scout has pigeon wings, and he swears up and down they are the best looking wings out of anyone there. he also says they help streamline his running, but that’s still up for debate, because Scout mostly makes that sort of thing up to sound cool.
*Seamus has raven wings, but they always have a very rumpled appearance, much like the rest of him. he tends to disregard that sort of thing. he’s a tired guy, okay!
*Feliciano has balearica wings! they would be very lovely, but he’s got the bad habit of plucking them, oh no! it’s a stress coping mechanism, oopsie!
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there are a couple of others with wings, but I haven’t picked out all of their birds just yet!
Hello. If you're taking prompts off your Mess Me Up list, pls gimme a 12 because reverent scar touches are my jam.
kskbrgskgdf it’s my jam too!!!!! like, i actually put off writing this one right away because there were so many good avenues to take it down! in the end i decided to do a short collection featuring a bunch of those avenues!
“looks good on ya, boss.” the words are a soft, quiet thing. it’s the middle of the night and Red runs his fingers feather-light over the thick mass of scarring around Bolte’s eye.
the wound is healing up well enough, he thinks. that one burst of healing magic when it first happened was enough to save the eye itself, and the scar left behind - well, that’s just a visual marker, physical proof that he faced down Captain in battle and survived.
and it looks good on him.
Red says so.
it might just be the fever talking, but Bolte is very keen on believing Red in that moment. he shifts, tilts his head into the touch and breathes out, out, out all the burnt sugar lies usually caked to his fangs.
Red chuckles. the sound is awkward and pitched low. “looks real good on ya.”
if there is one good thing that has come from all this, it’s that Red is more safe than he has been in years. no matter what sort of war might be brewing in the distance, Fields of Fara still offers an amount of safety that wouldn’t have been possible before.
Red isn’t wearing his mask.
the thick mass of scarring stands out clear on his face. his eyes are dull but not blind, and the smell of hot cocoa clings to his skin. “morning.”
“you’re up. what a surprise.” Bolte runs his fingers over the back of Red’s face as he walks past, puts on the kettle with fresh water.
Red hums into his mug. “eh. creampuff wanted a hand with somethin’.” when Bolte raises a brow in question, Red just shrugs him off. “nothin’ important. just one’a his things. dragons and stuff.”
that answer is nothing short of babble to Bolte, which is clearly the point of it. but - it’s safe enough here that he’s able to let it slide, that he doesn’t have to harp after every last comment, grab at every bit of information.
it’s safe enough here that, on his next pass of the table, he can reach out and press a hand light against Red’s scarred temple. “i’m convinced Locke could wake the dead if he so felt the need to.”
“sorry,” says Locke, smile more sheepish than it’s been in a very long time.
Blue hushes him. they’re sitting cross legged on the bed, blankets piled up on either side of them. “don’t get started on that, pal. lemme see.”
a pause, and then Locke holds out his hand. the yellow glove reeks of burning cinnamon. it makes Blue’s stomach churn. he tugs the soft fabric off all the same, drapes it over one of his folded up legs.
there are scars running the length of Locke’s hand, out over his fingers, curving around to hide on his palm. some of them are fresh, markers of new spells that he’s tried in recent days, no doubt under the careful watch of Flame.
most of them are old, though, and dark. these brittle, blackened stains. Locke’s fingers are shaking.
Blue runs his hand over the back of the burn scars, threads of warm blue healing magic wrapped around his own fingers. Good Intent serves as a cushion between the two, and even though the scars can’t be mended, the ache can be pulled out of the skin, can be chased away for at least a little bit.
and -
“you are so cool,” says Blue, always, always in awe of Locke, of the power he holds, of the determination carved into his very bones. “you’re the absolute coolest.”
I have been gone for so long that you have whole new Things to ramble about and I don't even know what they are yet.
you’re back!!!!! oh, it’s so nice to see you around again! how’s life been treating you?
and yes! I have Many New Things to ramble about! Groundhog Day is still going strong! in fact, it’s going stronger than ever! but i’m also working very heavily on a story called The Business, which is about animals in the mafia and also mad scientists doing illegal experiments, and am about to start on a Very Gay Western for Camp Nanowrimo called How The West Was Lost!
