#Krakoa: Garden of Violent Delights

[herrwagner]

[Hi there! So, I've really been enjoying your long-term corruption arc on Krakoa with Dis/goreverine. Any spoilers or thoughts you're willing to share about that? No pressure! I'm really on board with Krakoa taking a dive into the horror genre because it's seriously just begging to be written.]

Hi! I would answer this privately but I know for a fact there are more people that wanna know, so I hope you don’t mind x: But that said let’s do a lil deep dive!

And a small disclaimer like this all very much a work in progress, it is all very dynamic and can be changed when things more fitting are figured out and so on. It’s a thing. 

Also this can you know... contain triggers so it will be under a cut for safety’s sake! Also it’s gonna be looong.

So first things first: I am so happy you like it and sent this! Truly over the moon so like thank you so so much for letting me go off an ramble. I will probably be enjoy this more than anyone else so let’s go!

It’s not so much corruption as it is just letting base instincts be a more prominent part of things. The whole embrace your nature aspect is very big on Krakoa, and I don’t see that lessening over the years. For Kurt, being of Neyaphem decent. that very much comes down to embracing a more demonic side that he has been pushing hard to keep away from himself up until now. 

Before Krakoa Kurt has made a very big point of not associating with Azazel more than he has to, and that includes denying a lot of himself, a lot of his heritage. simply to easier handle who he himself is as a person. Getting to Krakoa is like getting force feed with having to dive deep and embrace it whether he likes it or not. 

It looks a lot like Kurt may well be spiraling because of getting there, but it started slowly already when he gave up his immortal soul. Krakoa is just a fair ground where he can explore it and adapt without judgment, which honestly is what’s been holding him back the most the whole time. Wanting to fit in is so important to Kurt, and being as different as he is makes fitting in pretty damn hard. So while getting to Krakoa is a culture shock in a sense it is also very reliving and helpful.

Then we have the whole rebirth aspect. Since you basically get reborn as soon as you’ve been confirmed as dead on Krakoa, it is a pretty big part of how they live. Death doesn’t have the consequence it did before and all that. The interesting part to remember is how canon stated that each rebirth furthers a mutation slightly ( about 4 % on Krakoa, and a lot more on Arakko ). 

Because Kurt’s mutation is a very visual kind it shows very clearly on him how that affects him. Most obviously it shows in his appearance. How it over time change his features, fur getting a slightly different texture, the nails becoming more like claws, the teeth getting a lot bigger, his eyes going from reflecting like ( like that on a feline ) to actually glowing with hellfire, starting to grow horns, etc. The list is very long and it’s just small subtle shift for each rebirth, but over the years there are a lot of rebirths which means a lot of change.

I specifically hc that Kurt has two deaths and ultimately two rebirths happening from Arakko which means he has two instances of very very big changes. Those are the times you basically trade a kitten for a panther in changes. 20 years into it, some Krakoa rebirth and the two from Arakko. and Kurt looks very different. He’s gotten taller with about two inches. He has a lot sharper angles to his face and whole body structure. The claws are full out claws, like you can’t mistake those for nails anymore. There is an ever present scent of sulfur about him, like it seems to come from inside him. Looking him in the eye and his eyes look like they are burning on the inside. He grows large ram like horns, they’re not perfectly symmetrical but it really lends itself well to the whole aesthetic Kurt is going for by then.

So that is all that looks go. Now the mutation as far as abilities goes this is interesting and something I haven’t thought too much about. But either way Kurt will never get his immortal soul back, meaning he is very HARD to kill. He’s pretty much close to immortal, meaning the times he has died and been reborn it’s been pretty extreme circumstances. The teleportation isn’t as limited anymore, and cross dimension teleportation isn’t even hard to manage by then. just to give you an idea of what I’ve been thinking for it.

Now Kurt himself as a person hasn’t change all that much, funnily enough. He is still very kind, he will listen to anyone and be there for them. None of this is different. The difference is that the social structure of how Krakoa works is something Kurt has evolved with. He has a lot of patience, yes. but in the right company he has no patience because that is how certain groups have structured their social standards. In some groups violence speaks louder, and Kurt will take part in it. He is embracing all parts of Krakoa, because it is very much part of his job as spiritual leader and High Priest.

What he didn’t plan on is this part that enjoy the most; Kurt certainly sat out on the mission of figuring out how religion could still fit in to society of Krakoa. He isn’t the only one to leave his religion behind in the human world, and needed something else to help find a steadier footing in this new world. He was however not planning on accidentally becoming a central figure of this new “religion” and some kind of semi mortal manifestation of divinity to mutant kind.

Yes I’m talking about Kurt basically becoming mutant kinds Jesus, and it only happened because people listened to him. I imagine that at first Kurt is just one of many people talking about religion and the spiritual differences the Krakoan way of living is compared to that outside of it. But it slowly evolves from him being one of them, to them putting him on a pedestal he has no idea of how to get down from, and it is spiraling quickly. So instead fighting it Kurt is embracing it and doing as best he can by those that look to him for answers and guidance.

Looking to religions they left behind he has a lot of similarities to both Jesus and Lucifer, which is easily transferred to the new belief to have him as a “missing link” between the divine and the mortal. Kurt is well aware he is by no means a deity or any kind of Devine figure. But if people need him to be a saint, a messiah, a leader... he damn well will be the best one he can for their sake. He won’t abandon them, and it also gives him something to care for, something to belong in and feel like he is meant to do. He is in short happy to do it.

Because of how elevated he becomes because of this, aka with how people view him and ultimately treat him he is basically becoming a cult leader in a sense, for lack of better term. He will touch those that feel like it will help them in whatever way. He will hear them, see them, speak to them. He is devoted to be what they need him to be.

Now as far as that looks is interesting, and I am glad you asked. Once Kurt starts growing horns they don’t stop growing, however they have to start from zero each time he is reborn. Which means for weeks he is walking around with a bleeding head as the horns have to come out. The blood from this is generally viewed as a blessing to somehow get, much like all of Kurt’s blood but this is more like a ceremony to be worthy of getting in on if you will. He can bleed pretty heavily and has at times been blinded by his own blood getting in his eyes. 

Once the bleeding stop it’s another whole ceremony of carving the horns with their new holy symbols. Generally Daken ( @goreverine ) helps with this as the knife used for it is made from one of Daken’s claws. The horns does bleed during this but it doesn’t hurt Kurt. Most commonly he also has two or three trinkets hanging from one of the horns when they’re done.

On accident Daken also managed to impale Kurt’s hands on his claws ( yes they had sex, yes Kurt asked for it, and no neither one considered the consequences ). And yes this escalated even more the view people had of Kurt as a holy figure as now it was like seeing him being Christ with the wounds in his palms. There are a lot of similar things going, that can very logically be explained. But you try to be logical to a group of people that want a Devine explanation and want to run with it. Kurt as simply stopped trying to explain and just let them do their own assumptions of what he is and looks like. Wounds included.

So uhm... this got long but hi ask away c: I love to talk about this

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@bloomsmuses / @arthurthefaceless​ : “  i just want to help.  ” from arthurthefaceless 🖤 

smiling over at the man, jean made it a point to look right into his face. she knew that he had been mistreated in his life because of the way he looked but krakoa was the one place in the world where mutants were free to be themselves without judgement. 

“i think that is a great idea.”

reaching out to pat arthur’s shoulder, the telepath shielded her mind as hard as she could. she didn’t like entering anyone’s mind without permission, and touch always made it easier to do. smiling, she gestured to the children as they worked on general self-defense moves. “they pretty much know what they’re supposed to be doing, if you want to just check them out. make sure they’re focused?”

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[wingedwarren]

“Are you serious? Here? Now?”

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     her hands are tangled in his hair and their kisses have long gone from gentle and teasing into something heated, warren cupping her behind to press her hard against himself. he knows why she asks because, god, he can feel the eyes on them, the way they whisper, curious and aroused at the sheer sight of them.      ‘i can take you somewhere more private if you prefer,’ he hums against her lips, his offer sounding not as convinced as she’d probably like. being watched is nothing new here but he understands it’s different for her. ‘i’d like that,’ she replies, and lets out a startled little sound when their feet leave the ground far below, arms looping around warren’s neck as if he’d let her go. he wouldn’t, instead chuckles against her ear softly when they come to a halt, slowly swaying high up in the sky. it’s cold, but warren is warm against zatanna.      ‘this private enough? don’t look down if you’re scared of heights.’ she looks down and warren feels her shuddering. ‘let me take your mind off of that,’ the angel continues, hands sliding down the back of her thighs to hike them up, hook them around his waist. a moment of fumbling and then his high-waisted linen pants are discarded, carried on the wind while they plummet back to the island. zatanna seems surprised, like she expected a lot but not for him to just bare himself like he is, but when his wandering hands undo the laces along her sides, her attention shifts. she tugs on the wide expanse of fabric between their bodies until it’s out of the way, and warren makes a sound best to be described as purring -- such appreciation for her willingness.      his hand is first, though. teases her, feels the way she’s warm, how she clenches her knees in his sides when he slips a finger inside her. not quite there yet, but that’s not a problem. more kissing, slow and deep with desire while he works at her. she’s a bit nervous, the steady brush of his beating wings against her shins seemingly not enough to convince her of her safety, and without letting up his touches, they descend until they are at a safer height. not entirely out of sight, but at least far enough to be safe from prying eyes.

     then he presses two fingers deep inside her, his palm warm as it covers the rest of her. ‘so wet,’ he sighs full of adoration, and finally a grin peeks through on zatanna’s expression, a hand coming over his mouth. ‘we’re not in a porno. don’t say that shit.’ to which he says it again followed by a lewd moan, hand pumping at her slowly, utterly pleased that she’s relaxing against him. she laughs now, interrupted by a gasp when warren drags his fingers out of her, along the soft lips, fingertips circling her clit for a second until she moans.      then his fingers slide along his shaft, squeezing himself softly while he presses under her, ruts against her for a tease -- and then a rough shove of his hips, effectively leaving zatanna out of breath when he pushes inside, nails digging into his back. a few cuss words in his ear and warren smirks, hands returning on her buttocks to angle her a little bit, so he can drag himself out slowly only to push back in, her sound a little high-pitched and bleeding into a howl.      the angel bites her shoulder, nips trailing up her neck until lips close around the stud in her ear, suckling it like a nipple. her sounds are exquisite, soft but so intense while he pushes up against her, hiking her up a little higher for a better angle. ‘so wet,’ he repeats, but this time her head leans back to capture him for a kiss, hard and needy. ‘shut up,’ she whispers, biting his lip -- and he responds in kind, his pace picking up until it’s punishingly fast. not enough air to do anything but pant, gasp, wheeze a little bit until he comes to a stop, teeth clenching for just a second.      ‘i’m gonna cum,’ he says, warren’s blue eyes looking up at hers and he watches her eyebrows knit together until she nods, whispering she only needs a bit more, just a little bit. she’s right, a mere few strokes and he feels how she squeezes, hot around him, the pressure of her legs on his sides increasing while she clenches onto him -- it spurs his own orgasm on, two more pushes and then he’s there, supple flesh in his hands bruising while he pushes deep, moans her name.

     slowly they descend until warren is back on his feet, slowly sinking to his knees and lowering zatanna onto the soft carpet of grass. kisses her face while he slips out of her, tortures her for a few seconds with an eager hand, sliding up and down along her labia, only pressing in once before he wipes his hand on the ground.      ‘i’ve never had sex while flying,’ warren chuckles, keeping them private for a moment within the safety of his wings. ‘so i hope it was everything you wanted. do you need a moment to tidy up?’

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[jenniferwallters]

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     She looked the part of the lawyer alright: pencil skirt and blazer in a nice black wool-mix, cream blouse, green legs darkened by expensive nylon and a set of heels that click-clacked down the steel walkway to the gate, where she’d meet Ororo Munroe herself. If Jennifer was nervous, she didn’t show it -- and she was, terribly so.      She was about to enter a whole different world where she was not welcome, she knew that much. Not that Krakoa was hostile, exactly. Jennifer had done her part to earn this visit, the leather satchel purse on her hip containing a list of names who she knew should be somewhere on this mystery island, who had reached out to her for help in their times of need -- she had made sure as many of the people who had the X-gene got access to Krakoa. After the way they had been hunted for so long... it was the least she could do in her line of work.

     ‘Good afternoon, everyone,’ she greeted the small group of people she encountered by the elevator, shaking hands and introducing herself. They were skeptical, which she understood completely, so all she offered was a friendly smile and the document with her invitation.      ‘All should be in order. If I’m back within 30 minutes, we’ll know it’s not, right?’ A weight fell off her shoulders when they let her through, and she stepped into the elevator together with someone in suit and sunglasses. She knew better than to ask.      ‘Sorry for the inconvenience, miss Hulk --’      ‘Call me Jennifer.’      ‘-- Jennifer, we’re... not used to outsiders on Krakoa.’ The man smiled apologetically, pointed teeth barely visible between his lips. ‘But we’re very glad to have you. We know what you’ve done for us and we thank you for it.’      ‘It’s the least I can do. Don’t worry about it, I’m just glad to help.’

     After a short ride up, the elevator came to a halt, and when the sliding doors opened, the two were greeted by a widely smiling Ororo. ‘My, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes!’ Jennifer thanked the man who stayed behind in the elevator for the ride back down, and then she leaned down to unclasp her shoes, stepping out of them and holding them in her hand.      ‘I’m not about to stab Krakoa with stiletto heels, right?’

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[arthurthefaceless]

@fiddlingonthetympanic​   ||   starter call

     He looked awfully out of place, skin a dull black and feeling like stone if someone were to touch him, and he had left his linen pants on a rock on the side so he could bathe in the rushing water. Yes, he was aware of every rustle around him, but he had no above average hearing, or vision, or any of the things so many others here had. And so he kept turning around to look around, the water pleasantly cool on his sun-heated skin, and he almost let out a scream when suddenly someone sat by the edge of the river. A redhaired lady, who seemed... nice? He supposed?      ‘I didn’t see you there, my apologies,’ Arthur started, dipping under the water quickly for a last rinse. ‘Can I... help you with anything?’

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[herrwagner]

"You're so fucking greedy for love, you really can't hide it. So many people spoonfeed it to you and it's never enough."

It truly and completely felt like an endless cycle. Not even a spiral, just a loop that refuse to stop pushing them along the already made lines. Something had either Zee or Daken snap, one of them ended up dead, and Kurt was alone with who remained standing this time for two days. And with Daken it was this; the loop of sex with the occasional screaming. Well they didn’t really scream, not always anyway. It was raised voices, as adults do. The kind of voices that left children flinching and emotionally traumatized even from hearing it three rooms away. 

On the plus side no children were involved. On the downside; it meant Kurt and Daken could throw around as much stuff as they like and no one would stop them.

Like now for example; with Kurt throwing the next best thing within reach which ended up being a bowl filled with fruit. The fruit fell out of it, naturally. But all in all it was a pretty good aim for someone not necessarily looking at their target. Still it missed Daken by a foot, maybe two actually. and cracked against the wall behind the other mutant.

It seemed, however. that the energy Kurt’s rage had brought him seemed to run dry. As if he had been emptied of it all. The anger was still there though. Clear as day as he glared over at Daken from across the room. Long hair fell down in his face, shielding his eyes slightly like a broken curtain. Tail whipped behind him showing just what mood he was in. “What does it matter to you?” The growl that wasn’t let lose just yet gave his voice a particular kind of vibration to it. The kind that stayed with you and clung to the air, and made the air feel heavier. “You can barely even recognize love to begin with, can you? It doesn’t matter how much someone love you, you will never feel it. Never experience it. You’re good at play pretend, I will give you that. Even when I know you lie, I almost believe you sometimes. But you will never know what it actually feels like. Why it matters. Why I want it. So who the hell are you to judge, Daken?”

His voice rang with the emotions he tried to keep the reins on. Tried was the only word fitting, because each second you could see it slipping from him. Falling through his fingers, making the cracks in the façade all the more prominent. Few people ever got to see this side of Kurt. Even fewer got to see it repeatedly. Daken on the other hand had seen Kurt here, and further still. so man times by now that Kurt didn’t even want to consider it. It was embarrassing, in a way. and admitting to it even worse. 

“It’s not like you actually care so why are you here? Why bother? If it is such a chore why are you not leaving already?!” His voice pitched a bit higher, but it broke with it. Such a tone couldn’t carry the emotions that felt like it was breaking his ribcage from the inside, repeatedly. “No one is making you stay. No one is forcing you to be here. No one is frankly even telling you to be with me, so why are you complaining over something you are actively choosing? Do you honestly think I’m so dumb as to think you’re not here to gain something? Here for yourself.” He spat out the words with as much spite as he could muster, which frankly wasn’t nearly enough to fulfill the idea head in mind to begin with.

“Yes, I love you. Yes, I wish didn’t at this point, but I do.” Nothing he hadn’t said before. Nothing he still didn’t mean every time he said it. “So stop sounding like a bored teenager with nothing better to do and leave or get your ass over here, because I fucking need a hug and you will give it to me.”

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[herrwagner]

Just to put it out there, not that I have anything written down here right now. But my writing of Kurt is more a long timeline thing with arcs kind of perspective, as opposed to different verses. And the main three I will be using is basically Pre-Krakoa, on Krakoa, and 15+ years on Krakoa. So imma write some key point differences for each.

Pre-Krakoa Kurt is still very much Catholic, not 100% embraced himself sexually yet. Puts everyone before himself, to say the least. His physical appearance is more on the lean side, fur a little smoother. Very much at odds with both parents, but still trying to bridge the gap to Mystique. 

On Krakoa Kurt is working through his own relationship to his God, and if it even is his God anymore. He is bit by bit leaving the Catholic church behind to form a religious view more fitting for Krakoa and this new way of life. After being resurrected on the island he looks slightly different; his fur is a bit more, as in it is fluffier. His nails is like a middle thing of fingernails and claws, getting a bit rounder and longer. His teeth has grown larger, now looking a lot more like that of a jaguar’s. He has a bit sharper angles to him, a slight bit more muscle bulk. He is starting to get a better balance on life with putting a value to himself.

15+ years on Krakoa Kurt has been reborn a few more times and it very clearly shows. There is a very clear more demonic vibe going for his over all look. Each rebirth has twisted him a bit more. He is slightly taller, now 5′9 to his previous 5′7. Sharper angles, shaggier fur, longer claws, bigger teeth now with double canine teeth. His tail has what looks like one of those fluffy tail ends, but really it is just some fluff that looks big because of the shape under it. The tail end is still kind of long fluff though. His head now has two curved horns, they look a lot like the horns on a ram. Both horns have been carved with Krakoan religious symbols and writing, the left horn has a couple of rings through the end in silver. The eyes that previously only reflected light now are actually filled with the light of hellfire. He constantly smell of sulfur, if only faintly. He is not cruel but far less gentle. Has a lot less patience. Is generally seen as a spiritual figure, leader if you will. Has come to some kind of peaceful relationship with his father.

more can and will be added over time.

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[herrwagner]

4. back kiss.

As someone in... well suppose they could call it partnership at this point... with two people that wasn’t exactly morning people it was both a blessing and a curse to be exactly that; a morning person. On one hand Kurt easily got a few hours to himself before anyone else got out of bed. He could enjoy is morning in peace, get his day started without interruptions, and center himself to handle the rest of the day. On the other he could just as easily feel alone and bored of waiting for them to wake up.

Them.

Kurt’s sat on the bed between the two stretched out bodies, one on each side. He had one leg comfortably folded under him, another bent to rest his chin on. They were beautiful like this. Relaxed and at peace. Not visibly hating one another. Them. His heart swelled as he observed them i the gentle morning sun, filtering in through the semi see-throguh curtains covering the floor to ceiling length windows. The soft light painted equally soft patterns on Zee’s back. Her hair spilling out around her as she had her face pressed into a pillow. Turning his gaze over the the other side of the bed Daken had give bedhead a new meaning.

His heart felt like it was expanding. His whole chest overflowing with the warm comfortable feeling of love. Peaceful, warm, it was all things one could dream of from a sappy romantic movie that could have you gagging on it. 

His hand gently landed over Daken’s calf. Stroking along the warm skin as he moved up between them. His lips placed a kiss against the back of Zee’s thigh, just bellow her butt, where thigh joined with the rest of her. Moving further up he put a kiss to the small of Daken’s back. Seeing the body tense and relax under him put a brighter smile Kurt’s lips still. Comfortably lying down on top of him, kissing his way as he went. he settled with his nose against Daken’s neck. He got a small grunt from the added weight, which was enough to know Daken awake... well awake enough at least.

If he stretched he covered most of Daken with his own body. One leg fitted on each side of Daken’s hips. The heel-toe of his left foot gripped around the back of Daken’s ankle. Nose inhaled deep from Daken’s hair to fill his lungs with the scent which was distinctly Daken. “Ssh, don’t wake her up.” With his chest pressed against Daken’s back, hips against his ass. it was easy to just wrap himself up in the moment. Hips gently rolling, cocks growing the leave their sheaths. “Come on... spread your legs. Be good for me now, Daken. So... so... good.”

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[herrwagner]

@goreverine​ asked:

This isn't a wet dream, but a nightmare:

It isn't often that the High Priest ventures into the Wild Hunt.

Why? Well, it's a dangerous place. Over Krakoa's decades of being, feral mutants have acclimated very well to living among the threatening flora and fauna. They've carved their own territories, traditions and ways of being that are lost upon those who do not share their particular subtype of mutant condition. Kurt can practically feel their eyes on him from between the trees, up in the branches and even flying above the canopy.

Daken's hand grips his wrist all-too hard as he joyously runs them both through the jungle, darting between hinted divergences in their path by only a single sniff here and there to guide them both.

( Kurt asks him if the feral population doesn't appreciate his role. Daken laughs, and tells him that they hate his fucking guts. They have their own gods, after all; he is a weak, vain pretender. It makes him wonder why he's even bringing them here, makes him concerned. )

He's brought to a strange clearing: A ring of recessed, ragged stone surrounding a small patch of tall grasses, unusually bone-white. It reminds Kurt, amusingly, of a Bundt pan. Daken tentatively walks them past the empty stone pool, and lays him there with a gentle scoop and lowering with his arms.

All this fuss for a bit of sex? Daken parts Kurt's ornate robes -- silks spilling across stone, which he sees is reddened -- to lower himself down, and sinks down onto his cocks with a soft sigh. Oh, the ease and lack of planning only found in fantasy.

This isn't about sex, he's told in Daken's breathy voice, preoccupied with grinding lazily down onto his pelvis. This is his chance to proselytize that Daken is so generously handing to him on a silver platter.

He's made to promise not to flee, to thank him for the opportunity. To simply stomach the dread as the other ferals quietly watch their rutting from the edges of the wood in greater quantity. In the midst of fucking himself on Kurt, not bothering to touch himself, Daken digs his fingers roughly into his beard and orients his head to the East. There, the sole figures who have dared to walk into the clearing: The god Romulus, and his sister, the goddess Remus. They stand together in natural nobility of those at the top of the foodchain, the arbiters of violence.

Does he understand, now? Yes.

Daken begins his rending not with his claws, but by his teeth burying themselves into Kurt's neck. In orgiastic bliss, he rears up to tear out his esophagus as a wicked slick whip with the sudden buck of his body, so close --

The dream, from the very start. has planted a seed of healthy caution in Kurt. caution he can’t apply as the dream keeps running away from him. Taking him places he cautiously stayed away from out of respect. But the leading hand of Daken, the excited look on his face. has Kurt following like a dog on a leash. 

Whenever he tries to look away from Daken, whenever he tries to get a hold of the situation. everything seems sickeningly calm and inviting. Like nothing is wrong. Like nothing could go wrong. But deep down he knows. The discomfort in the pit of his stomach is too big to fit inside of him, and as he is put down on the stone he shivers. A feeling that travel along his spine to grip at the base of his skull like a hand of cold dread.

It’s the eye contact that finally settles it.

He never had eye contact with Daken, or any of the other ferals around them. up until he catches Remus’ eyes. How she unmoving stare down upon him, not a single emotion showen. He misses how Daken moves over him, how the teeth sink into him. But he wakes up with the slick snap of his throat being torn to pieces.

He is sitting bolt upright in bed. Both hands to his neck. Desperately forcing air down in his lungs, while feeling for any kind of mark on his own neck. He finds nothing. No matter how many times he blinks he keeps seeing her eyes, Remus’ eyes. How they seem to keep staring into his very being. Not his soul - such a thing no longer exist. but as if she is studying his anatomy. What parts of him are the least protected. How the body flows in his veins, and how his ribs hugged his heart and lungs to attempt to protect them. But he knew, just as well as she knew. how easily she’d be able to tear right through him, through all of him.

Looking to the side he sees Daken in the large bed next to him. Unmoving. Unbothered. Instead of seeking out his warmth, cuddling in close. Kurt scooted a little bit closer to the edge of the bed. Pulled the covers off of himself to not share in the warmth, and instead hugged a pillow to his chest as he laid back down. 

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[herrwagner]

His blond hair has grown long, a little past his shoulders but it still curls wonderfully. Has lost nothing of the edge that has been branded into him like an ugly mark onto his soul, tainting the beauty he could have been, but instead Warren has chosen to embrace who he's grown to become. A mockery of what he was supposed to become, but it suits him. The eternal rebel. Golden ring in his ear to match the two through his nipples and the bands around his fingers. He looks glorious. A shining one. Has most easily earned the nickname 'angel' by courtesy of the way he looks and by the time people realize all that comes out of his mouth is profanity at its finest, it's too late. The name already sticks. He and Kurt are... odd. Opposites. Two extremes of a scale they have invented. Oh, how often they bicker, their natures like fire and water -- but as much as they are a mismatch, they often find one another to enjoy each other's company.

And the dream is one of those moments. Kurt's near-beastly form is leaned back in relaxation against a tree, eyes closed and his jaw slack, and between his downy thighs is that blond mop of hair, Kurt's clawed fingers tangled into it. It is languid, no rush or even shame about the eyes that watch the interaction. It's nothing new and it's barely private. Warren's sky blue eyes hide under thick, blond lashes until he looks up, meeting Kurt's yellow gaze, and a soft choking sounds breaks the peaceful quiet as the hand on the back of Warren's head nestles him closer, the texture of him in Warren's mouth unique and most definitely more comfortable for Kurt than for his angelic friend, but neither lets up. The tension eases and Warren moves off of Kurt for a moment, his own saliva streaking his cheek when he dips his head lower to indulge the rest of his demonic friend as well, tongue serving warm, wet pleasure. 'Open your mouth,' Kurt says, voice low and rumbling, and the corner of his mouth quirking up when the angel follows instruction like he is not the rule-breaker he likes to present himself as. He can be so good when he wants to be. His thick fingers settle around his shaft, stroking slowly, feeling the soft, swollen barbs that rub against his palm. His hand stills eventually, pointer finger under Warren's chin to keep him in place -- and the gush of white passing between them is sweet release, immediately burning the inside of the angel's mouth as it will do all the way down when he swallows it, but Warren doesn't resist any of it. When Kurt is done, the finger tips Warren's mouth closed and caresses his throat to feel the adam's apple bobbing, working the seed down where it will fester in Warren's stomach, sicken him for a few days until his system fights it off -- it's a transaction, they have made it into something resembling absolution in this new place they inhabit. Warren will suffer, be it closer to discomfort than true punishment, but it works for what they share. Then the blond shudders the four immaculately white wings on his back and gets up, a nod to finalize what just happened here, and then he disappears into the blue sky overhead.

When Kurt’s eyes open he isn’t sure for how long they’re open before he managed to realize the blue sky isn’t a dream anymore, but in fact real. Still he didn’t want to move just yet. The lingering memory of the dream was too good to let go of. A lazy smile stretched his lips as his tail patted down himself here and there, and soon enough found the traces of just how good the dream had been.

Wet sticky patches were left in his fur. Those on his fur still easy to see, the lightly tinged blue liquid slowly soaked into the fur, drying over him. Similar wet tracks were slithered through the fur, more so on his thighs than his abdomen, as well as between his thighs of course. His now softening cock were retracting back inside it’s sheath, while the prehensile one laid stretched out over his thigh. He was a sight to behold for sure. One you wouldn’t easily forget.

Much like the dream. Maybe he should seek out Warren. See if the angel darling were particularly busy today. Yes that seemed like an excellent idea.

sex dream  ||  accepting  ➜  @wingedwarren

#wingedwarren #tw xenophilia #xenophilia tw #let me know if this should be tagged with more / other things #but yesss let the angel and the demon have fun! #bloomsmuses #• game response #krakoa: garden of violent delights

[herrwagner]

! + If you could do it all over again, would you still choose me?

It is nice, just having a night to themselves. Not share with anyone looking at them, trying to talk with them. Just the two of them and their strange wandering questions and topics. Nothing off the table. Nothing couldn’t be talked about even with the darkest or most sensitive of subjects. He appreciated that with her. How it was always the honesty put forward when they were alone. And that it didn’t really matter how it could sound. They would still have each other at the end of the conversation.

His hand gently held hears from across the table, only the wine in their glasses left of their meal. “Mmh... Ich weiß es nicht. If I started over completely... I think I would try to not choose anyone. Not take anyone down this rabbit hole with me.” There is a sad kind of smile on his lips as he looks at her, knowing it’s not the answer she probably wanted, but the one they both had an idea he’d give. “”If I started over, but knew what I know now... I would isolate and not take anyone with me. It’d be hard, and I’d most likely fail eventually, and give in to what is our nature - to love - but I’d fight it for a long long time.”

force the truth  ||  accepting  ➜  @sayitsdrawkcab

#Krakoa: Garden of Violent Delights #sayitsdrawkcab #• game response

[herrwagner]

❗"If you had a button that would make me love you, would you press it?"

He is comfortable where he is, on the ground, using Daken as a pillow, merely observing the stars in peace, save for the occasional question exchanged between them here and there. This one, not too out of the left field. had Kurt pause a bit longer. Really mulling it over. “That question begs more question to circumstances.” He begins. “Let’s assume it’s real, not fabricated reality. That it is feelings you’d actually feel somehow, and not just because I could make it so... I probably wouldn’t be able to resist, no. I want it too much.” He made it sound so simple. So matter of fact, like he didn’t have half is life invested. 

“However, put in the reality that it is me, pressing a button, to make you feel something...” His head finally turned from the sky, turning as far as the large horns allowed him to when looking to Daken’s face. “... No. I might ask you to lie in a sense to make certain moment feel more pleasant, or memories seem sweeter than they really are for my own greedy pleasure. But I don’t want something... not real, if that makes sense. Call me a paradox or a hypocrite, but I don’t think I’d be able to live with the knowledge of it. That I made you into something you’re not. In this case; in love.”

Pulling himself up to a more sitting position, he turned over to be on his stomach in the grass, elbows leveled with Daken’s face as he looked down on him, just to observe. Take in every line, every angle. “I won’t lie and say I wouldn’t be tempted, I do want it. More than most things. But I want it to be real if it could ever be. And knowing that it is about as likely as my fur turning pink... I try to not dwell on it.” 

He slowly lowered himself to have his chin on Daken, resting slightly against his chest. For not having much in his eyes they could still express a lot of emotions. A lot of struggling emotions at that. “It’d be too much like a dream, I suppose.”

force the truth  ||  accepting  ➜  @goreverine

#goreverine #• game response #Krakoa: Garden of Violent Delights

[herrwagner]

“❗” - two penises: yes or no

The big grin can hardly get bigger as Kurt looks over at the tall woman, figures the rumor would start to travel far and wide on the island. “Curious?” He has to tease, it’s hard to resist really. “Come around for the next service and you might see them both, if you’re so tempted.”

force the truth  ||  accepting  ➜  @fiddlingonthetympanic​

#fiddlingonthetympanic #• game response #Krakoa: Garden of Violent Delights

[sayitsdrawkcab]

asked : “I love you.”

It was no secret how Zatanna felt about Daken. She was pretty sure nobody was under the illusion that she held anything but pure contempt for the man. Yeah, sure. They could get along if needed. And yeah, sure -- they slept together at times. But more often than not, she tolerated his very presence because Kurt loved him and Zatanna knew damn well that Daken didn't have one iota of a feeling for Kurt in turn.

And that alone was enough to piss her off on a good day, on a bad day she went for the jugular. 

Sometimes even literally.

Zatanna was generally a pretty laid back woman. She settled into her role as healer and provider of mystical things -- as well as Kurt's lover. But she held her own with the people and didn't need Kurt's status to hold her up. Which was why nobody ever questioned anything when it came to the sorceress.

She was mixing together some tinctures in her small space when she heard Daken come in -- or smell him, really. The apple didn't fall far from the tree where he was concerned. Him and Logan were one in the same, and if she was feeling particularly bitchy she would actually throw that at the man who now stood in front of her.

It took her a moment to even acknowledge his presence, but then she heard three words tumblr from her lips and she nearly dropped the dropper she was measuring with. Fumbling with it momentarily, silvered eyes look up at him and a still - perfectly - manicured brow lofted. "You've got to be fucking kidding me." And soon a laugh bubbled from her throat as she finally put everything in her hands down on the small alter.

Palms flat against the wood, she pushed her weight down so she could lean over a little closer to him. "Get the fuck out of here with your bullshit. Kurt may want you to lie to him, and yes I am fully aware of your game you're playing with him but I don't need to ever hear those words come out of your mouth around me again because goddess help me, I will shove them back down your throat until you C H O K E on them." Her tone didn't raise, she was still very even in her words but there was a heat behind them. Almost as if they trickled with magic and Daken would be able to feel the prickle of it crawl across his skin like something small and stinging and uncomfortable wherever it touched him. Eye did go dark, however, like an impending storm. She was far from overcharged but emotions still were a big trigger for her power.

And even at low power, Zatanna was terrifying.

"You don't love anyone but yourself, you fucking asshole. In fact, you couldn't even love something if you tried. You're selfish and manipulating. You wouldn't even know what love was if you felt it and I hope to the gods that you don't cross that line and hurt Kurt more than I know you already do because I will not hesitate to show you just how much you fucked up. You think our little foreplay is nice? Our little back and forth bloodletting? This won't be enjoyable for you. But for me? For me I will enjoy tearing you limb from limb, one cell at a time." The smile that came after the last word was uttered was downright terrifying.

"Now, what can I do for you?" As if flipping a switch, she pushed up to stand straight, her pale hair falling over her shoulder in the braid she kept it in. Just like that, she was as calm as she had been before he came through her door. They played a careful game. One moved and then the other, neither crossing that line because they both had someone in common. Zatanna loved Kurt with every fiber of her being and would do quite literally anything for him. And that included putting up with Daken knowing full and well the man did nothing but bring Kurt pain. But, wolverine lite did come with some perks. He protected them when needed, because Zatanna knew that if Daken didn't... Well it wouldn't end well for him. And that was not a threat from her, that was for sure. Even though he knew what would happen if Kurt got hurt when Daken was supposed to be protecting him. It wouldn't be pretty, and it wouldn't be clean. And it would be a good thing that Krakoa itself liked Zatanna better.

@goreverine​ 

#phew wow okay #this got so much longer than intended #but zee had some words to say #and wow my baby scares me lmao #goreverine #KRAKOA: GARDEN OF VIOLENT DELIGHTS #*★°*:.☆ ; ANSWERED

[sayitsdrawkcab]

                        My church offers no absolutes                  She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom"                          The only Heaven I'll be sent to                            Is when I'm alone with you

                                                             MAGICBAMF ft. @herrwagner​

#i couldn't help myself with t hat ship name okay #i love them so much. so so much #*★°*:.☆ ; & HE TOLD ME I WAS HOLY ( KURT WAGNER / HERRWAGNER ) #*★°*:.☆ ; MAKE MY HEART A BETTER PLACE ; GIVE ME SOMETHING I CAN BELIEVE ( MAGICBAMF ) #★°*:.☆ ; MIRROR RORRIM #KRAKOA: GARDEN OF VIOLENT DELIGHTS #*★°*:.☆ ; MUTUALS CAN REBLOG / PERSONALS LEAVE ALONE #*★°*:.☆ ; BY SIREN