#rottenpumpkin13

It’s so funny right??? You can’t have the end without referencing the beginning after all…

@rottenpumpkin13

Surprisingly, Genesis is not one to rush things. Not romantically speaking, he has definitely had his fair share of one-night stands and it has definitely happened that he has suggested going somewhere more intimate within the first five minutes, but once the dancing starts, he definitely takes his time.

Sensation is the key word. Please don't put sensory deprivation on the table. He needs to see, feel, hear, smell, taste everything. Whether it was for a few hours or for a lifetime, he studied each of his lovers with the same care as he studied LOVELESS. The lovelorn look just before the kiss is the most delicious vision a human being can witness, in Genesis’ opinion. He could recall the scent of every one of them; he would never understand how people could frown upon the smell of sex: he would bathe in it if he could. He just can't understand why some parts of the body should be licked and others neglected.

Fire materia. An ice cube stolen from his lover's drink. A knife. Teeth. Nails. Anything can elicit a multitude of sensations and Genesis just wants to know how many: can he steal an orgasm from someone with just a feather? Can his tongue become an instrument of pain, after a couple of merciless hours? How long will this bruise last? Which word is going to make them beg? He wants to know, he needs to know.

He’s not so much into codified power dynamics because basically he’s fundamentally convinced that sex is not a war to be won: everybody should win, everybody should lose. The fates are cruel: one moment you’re dominating a lovely little whiny thing, the next you’re begging under their ministrations. And that’s completely fine. He wants everything. To be fucked in the most gingerly, careful way while being called an useless slut. To fuck in the most aggressive, relentless way while calling them kitten in a soft, loving tone.

He doesn’t really care about codified kinks too: if it makes him feel something, it’s good. Temperatures are sensations. Tying someone up submits them to sensations. Fucking against a wall in an alley is a different sensation from making love between silk sheets. Being subjected to the attentions of one person is very different, sensation-wise, than being touched by two. Or three. Pain is a sensation, a strong one. Although he has preferences: paddles are housewives' instruments, canes and floggers are for refined gentlemen like himself. Although, a leather belt… it’s quite versatile, if you ask him.

But I know what you really want to know, naughty one. His full upper lip has been in the fantasies of so many. He could tease a kiss for an indecent amount of time, but once he indulges into it he could go on for hours. And the wonders that mouth could do when buried in between someone’s legs, whatever he finds there. Or wherever, actually: licking, spitting, biting, sucking, that’s Genesis kingdom, devouring, consuming his prey as they writhe and whimper his name.

And the pretty sounds that come out of those lips too: not actually a screamer, but a moaner indeed, with a wide expressive repertoire of praises (“oh Goddess, you’re so good at this”) and curses (“don’t you fucking dare stopping”) of sorts. And he laughs. He laughs a lot because he feels good: and feeling good is fun.

Although I can only picture him falling in love with men, I really can’t imagine him being picky about partners: he’s not so shallow to think romantic attraction is an absolute requirement to build meaningful connections or to have a mind blowing sexual chemistry.

HEHEHEHEHEHEHE I REGRET NOTHING :3c

"Sit STILL!"

"I'm not even pulling!"

"Do you WANT your ponytail to fall out? No? Then stop complaining"

Meanwhile Sephiroth is sitting there with his arms crossed like >:(

A Raven. Definitely.

Whilst I love all of my corvid children, Ravens are my secret favourite (shhhh don’t tell anyone). They’re bigger, bulkier and generally more imposing, prefer either solitude or the company of a select few (as opposed to hanging out in big groups); and whilst all Corvids are scary smart, Ravens are known for recognising behaviour. And they remember you. If you’re nice, mean, whatever.

I think that’s pretty damn cool.

(Also fun fact: in the movie The Crow (the 90s one) the birds featured as the titular subject? Were ravens.)