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deercountry2022-01-14 07:41 pm
klawful) wrote in deercountry2022-01-14 07:41 pm
I see your face in every crowd (Closed)
Who: Kyle Broflovski & Karkat Vantas
What: Shedding Ceremony stuff
When: Mid-Late January
Where: The Red/Other
Content Warnings: Explicit sexual content/phrases/jokes, themes of gender identity/trans/binaries, blood-based caste systems, mention of genocide/war/violence, body identity concepts, temporary/semi amnesia
(This time when Karkat sheds, he does so with grace and ease. He wakes up feeling like he has been this way most of his life, memories distorted both from home and from Trench, making for a cloudy mix. He goes about his day and remembers that he had somewhere to be. The Red. He was meeting someone special - a boy. A boy he apparently loved because he spent hours figuring out how to get ready. Karkat had an outfit that Madam Generosity had sent him, but the red accents felt jarring and wrong to this new Karkat. He felt the offense of misrepresented blood color and abandoning the outfit for something he picks out and pulls on.
If this boy was as important as he felt, then Karkat wanted to look nice. He ignores his female troll body as he feels he has ignored it since he was a child. There are very few visible differences. His chest plate was slightly raised. There was a bit more curve in his hips. Other than that, there were more obvious differences due to his Fuschia blood. Instead of pointy ears, he had fin-like ears on the sides of his head. His horns were a bit bigger, more pointed. He had Fuschia freckles scattered across his shoulders and across his face and ears. And instead of red eyes, Karkat's were now that vibrant, commanding pink. He was even taller - closer to 5'10 than Karkat's far smaller body. He was, as far as he was concerned, the first male fuschia blood to have existed. He didn't care if his body didn't quite agree with that, he knew he felt he was male in his soul, in his mind, so the details didn't matter. He would be the king of his race when it was time.
He decorates his horns with thin golden chains. He wears his golden tiara, complete with a 69 in its center. He keeps on his golden choker, also decorated properly, with matching golden cuffs around his wrists. He decorates his fins with golden cuffs and dangling chains. He paints golden glitter in a straight line down from a black mouth. There's effortless confidence in this Karkat that just simply didn't exist in the usual Karkat. He didn't slump over, but held himself regally. The outfit he wears makes it evident that he had none of Karkat's shyness when it came to exposing his body.
When he shows up to the Red, he waits inside where it's warmer, standing by the front, feeling only a curl of anxiety. He didn't know which boy he was waiting for. There were two in mind, but one felt more "right" than the other - the red one. He ignores stares sent his way and doesn't respond to idle chatter. He wanted to see Him first. Whoever he was waiting for.)
What: Shedding Ceremony stuff
When: Mid-Late January
Where: The Red/Other
Content Warnings: Explicit sexual content/phrases/jokes, themes of gender identity/trans/binaries, blood-based caste systems, mention of genocide/war/violence, body identity concepts, temporary/semi amnesia
(This time when Karkat sheds, he does so with grace and ease. He wakes up feeling like he has been this way most of his life, memories distorted both from home and from Trench, making for a cloudy mix. He goes about his day and remembers that he had somewhere to be. The Red. He was meeting someone special - a boy. A boy he apparently loved because he spent hours figuring out how to get ready. Karkat had an outfit that Madam Generosity had sent him, but the red accents felt jarring and wrong to this new Karkat. He felt the offense of misrepresented blood color and abandoning the outfit for something he picks out and pulls on.
If this boy was as important as he felt, then Karkat wanted to look nice. He ignores his female troll body as he feels he has ignored it since he was a child. There are very few visible differences. His chest plate was slightly raised. There was a bit more curve in his hips. Other than that, there were more obvious differences due to his Fuschia blood. Instead of pointy ears, he had fin-like ears on the sides of his head. His horns were a bit bigger, more pointed. He had Fuschia freckles scattered across his shoulders and across his face and ears. And instead of red eyes, Karkat's were now that vibrant, commanding pink. He was even taller - closer to 5'10 than Karkat's far smaller body. He was, as far as he was concerned, the first male fuschia blood to have existed. He didn't care if his body didn't quite agree with that, he knew he felt he was male in his soul, in his mind, so the details didn't matter. He would be the king of his race when it was time.
He decorates his horns with thin golden chains. He wears his golden tiara, complete with a 69 in its center. He keeps on his golden choker, also decorated properly, with matching golden cuffs around his wrists. He decorates his fins with golden cuffs and dangling chains. He paints golden glitter in a straight line down from a black mouth. There's effortless confidence in this Karkat that just simply didn't exist in the usual Karkat. He didn't slump over, but held himself regally. The outfit he wears makes it evident that he had none of Karkat's shyness when it came to exposing his body.
When he shows up to the Red, he waits inside where it's warmer, standing by the front, feeling only a curl of anxiety. He didn't know which boy he was waiting for. There were two in mind, but one felt more "right" than the other - the red one. He ignores stares sent his way and doesn't respond to idle chatter. He wanted to see Him first. Whoever he was waiting for.)
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[Kyle loops his arms around Karkat's waist and kisses back. He lets his hands map that smooth, bare back as he does so.]