#balth

A/N: So yeah these are my wing headcanons beoop (From the archives!) Also, this takes place around season 9. Enjoy!

“And how does this work again?” You stare down at the glasses, furrowing your brow. “Is this another trick?” you grumble, flicking your eyes to Gabriel.

“Dipped in holy oil, just trust me,” he nods his head, smiling as you slide on the glasses. You blink a few times, flinching back when you see his wings. Bright white, golden speckled fluffy feathers that look soft enough to sleep on. “Well?”

“They’re…wow.”

“Right? Wait till you see the rest,” he smiles, snapping his fingers. When you turn around you’re in a fancy hotel room with a view of twinkling city lights.

“Nice of you to stop in,” Balthazar says without looking up from his glass of wine. “Actually I was lying, seeing you is always dreadful.”

“Always the gentlemen,” you chuckle. As he stands from his seat his wings flutter; long and smooth silver feathers all laying flat down. Balthazar frowns, following your gaze until he lands on his left wing.

Gabriel’s sitting on the kitchen counter, idly levitating a mixing bowl to prepare some particularly unearthly-delicious blondies.  The whisk stirs the batter by itself, like some comically whimsical scene from a Disney animated feature sporting the very type of fairies with whom Balthazar’s kids play.  

    “IIIII think that c’n be managed with a little snap-snapping,” he ventures, “unless you wanna go native an’ do it manually....?” 

Playfully, his Grace flickers alight behind hazel eyes, promising heavenly might to fuel this extremely crucial activity. 

Here’s another doodle dump of my disaster child Bella!

Or “I over-identify with a fictional character, what’s new.” Some random ass thoughts because it’s two in the morning and why not.

I’ve always been bugged by that scene when Balth and Freddie are talking about love and Balth says he just wants “that moment” when you don’t need words, you just “get” each other (sorry for the bad paraphrasing; haven’t seen the ep for a while). And Freddie says, “You don’t want flowers. You want to be wooed by telepathy.” Balth says yeah, but it’s clear that that isn’t really what he means. I’ve always felt weird about that conversation, because it sort of ignores the fact that communication is really important for a relationship (romantic or otherwise).

But now I’m starting to think about communication as a broader way of describing understanding each other. And I don’t think it has to be verbal. Yes, Balthazar probably should try to talk to Peter. But I’m also thinking about how even when they are talking they’re both misinterpreting so much. Like when Peter asks Balth out to coffee and Balth assumes it’s a friends thing so Peter invites Freddie and Ben. Or the disastrous conversation about “potential.”

Also, it’s honestly EXHAUSTING trying to make someone understand what you mean, like confronting them, telling them what you need from a relationship. Balth says, “You can’t sit someone down and tell them how to be” (or something like that). I think he’s wrong. I think you can. But it’s so hard and frustrating and just exhausting.

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AU idea that me and an old friend had, it's Druthazar but both are teens in this.

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The second one was a pj onesie thingy and Balth decides to be a Gremlin for some reason.

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[ he's holding an Alf plush too because why not¿?]

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#Balthus ft. #VonTrier

- Pintura en el cine// Painting in cinema

Thérèse sur une banquette (Balthaus, 1939)