Blue CatFish
Remake of an old anim
RIOT
doctor who regeneration
(some) Sons of Fëanor
Untitled
xiaolunan
preening
by:
gamblerscasino 
49
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13.03.2025
72 comments
gamblerscasino[OP]
13.03.2025 17:33
Link> i didnt have time to make him writhe but that HURTS
****—I haven’t preened in so long and when I finally do I pull a pin feather! Just great! Perfect!
Hypothetically speaking, could your wings be fried.. like chicken wings.
* He blinked a few times, an incredulous look on his face, taking a moment to respond.
..Excuse me? I mean, technically yeah, but you’d have to cut them offa me first!
That's something I'd be more than willing to do, haha!
— He was only joking though.. right?
* He chuckled nervously, holding onto the area of his wing that was still bleeding.
Aha! You wouldn’t.. actually do that, right?
I would, will it be a problem if I ended up doing so? Not like they're important, anyways!
— Okay, yeah. He definitely would without hesitation.
Let’s calm down and not do that! They’re parts of me!
Come on, neither of you really need fried wings that bad, do you? Just buy some!-
* He backed away cautiously, hands going up in mock surrender.
I definitely do need them! Look, I may not be able to fly with em, but they’re definitely very much vital pieces of me!
* He started to speak slightly faster, stumbling over a word every now and then.
…I shouldn’t even be surprised it’d be you two teaming up for this, isn’t fried chicken from an actual fast food place going to taste better?
I mean, it would be more natural if we just cut off your wings and then deep fry them and then eat them!
For this problem, I will leave you and Shedletsky to that conversation... Good luck! He's right, though.
— 1x quickly scattered away from that situation, damn.
…You’re saving nothing, because you’re not cutting my wings off.
oh yeah, and my sword never fails me and guess what you’re flintlock can explode! which my sword cannot, which means my sword is ultimately better!
* He thwacked him over the head with the flintlock itself instead of shooting.
at least my sword is more efficient and doesn’t explode nor just do nothing.
I’ve seen you swing and miss the target directly in front of you.
I should be, but god it hurts like hell! Not to mention the… blood.
* He held onto his wing lightly, blood spilling onto his fingers as he looked at it.
Ah, maybe…? I dunno if I have any bandages or cloth, but that’d help with the bleeding…
* He paused for a second, before turning away to mutter another barely audible sentence.
..or a kiss might make it feel better.
> isthatOKAY
..Yeah, that’d be nice. Didn’t hear anything else?
* He let go of his arm, raising it to let Mafioso take a look.
Maybe. But if you didn’t hear it, ‘s probably fine!
* He flicked his free hand dismissively, his face changing to an unmistakable hue as he turned away.
* He freezes as he feels the contact, entire body going still except for his wing painfully subconsciously happily flapping.
..I should get hurt more often.
If it meant you’d do that more often? I’d be open to it!
* He chuckled, pulling his arm back to himself with a grin as he stretched
…Like right now?
* He looked up at him in slight disbelief, leaning into his hand.
* He didn't back away at all, getting up closer to meet him face to face of his own volition with a bold smile.
Maybe I do want one right now.
> haha NEITHER HAVE I DONT WORRY!!!
* He leaned up into the contact, closing his eyes as he wrapped his arms around the other’s neck, pulling him closer.
* He held the position for a moment, before pulling away slowly, keeping his arms around the other as he blinked his eyes open.
..I’m not dreaming right now, am I?
* He stilled for a moment, before leaning up to nuzzle their noses together gently.
Maybe I’m glad it wasn’t my imagination..
Are you alright Chance? Pulling a pin feather is quite the awful experience.
Probably? Hopefully? I haven’t taken care of my wings in forever, just accidentally caught one. Have you pulled any?
Ah, no… Yours do seem well-kept though, I don’t always want to pay attention to mine.
The Spawn has always spoken good of keeping yourself well kept so I find it hard to understand why you'd neglect yourself so. May I inquire why?
..I just hate the sight of em most of the time, sometimes others may like them so I show them off, but I don’t like looking into it.
I will not pry.
..Would you be open to having me help preen your wings? The state of them truly pains me.
..I’d like that, actually. You seem to be able to take care of wings better.
* He lifted his arm, flapping his wing a few times
I would say I am quite adept at it.
*They flapped their own head wings slightly.*
Go for it if you want then.
* His feathers, though visually seeming to be aligned due to colors were quite messy when looking closer with an educated gaze.
*They nodded, looking down and examining the wing before pausing.*
Perhaps we should remove the blood and bandage your wing first?
* He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding as he lowered his arm again, wincing. He looked around for a moment, before disappearing into the bathroom for a bit.
* He reemerged with a bandage messily wrapped around his wing, soaked in red, but he waved contentedly.
Should be fine?
*Two time winced at the messy work yet nodded nonetheless, beckoning them over.*
* He walked over, lifting his arm again as he nervously chuckled.
..Sorry if I move at all, only one other person has ever really made contact with my wings.
No worries, I will see to being extra careful for you.
*They peered down before slowly touching the wing, running their hands through the feathers and gently removing the keratin with expert precision.*
{} i researched how to preen birds for this
> i been knew /ref
* He tensed at first, but began to relax as they went on, sighing.
Forgot how nice it felt when done properly.
*They hummed contently, continuing to preen the other's wing.*
Of course.
Oh! That's a secret.
*They stopped humming as they finished up the wing, dusting it off and smiling slightly wider than usual.*
* He takes a moment to look at the wing, flapping it a few times for good measure as he chuckled warmly.
..I’ll believe you can just.. see, but thank you! Feels great!
Of course. You may always come find me if you are in need of a preen.