IMPERFECTIONS & INTIMACY

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imperfections & intimacy meme a smut meme

Even if they're not permanent or irremovable, imperfections are often as much a part of us as our blood and bones, pumping through our bodies. They leave a mark and can often shape the way we perceive ourselves. Look in the mirror, what do you see? Idealized dreams, what's not absolutely perfect or appealing about you, or somewhere in between - the closest to the "real you" that you can perceive? Sometimes, it's hard to love that person, that flawed being you see looking back at you. While in the end it's imperative for you to love you, the first step towards that can be a partner or a lover doing it for you. Intimacy is able to serve as that adoration made physical; it may also be an important facet to becoming more comfortable in one's skin, especially if intimacy has been a problem before. This is keeping in mind that the path to self-acceptance can be difficult and slow. This meme is to explore such intimacy between two characters. No "flaw," used loosely for obvious reasons, is off limits here, be it big or small. Size, shape, less-than-beautiful appearance, unique features like wings or horns, scars and prior injuries, imperfections, mental hurdles, past experiences, personality traits, trust issues, and anything else that runs the gamut are all welcome. Even if it's not that much of a bother to the character or it's something they've learned to cope with better than others have, players are welcome to explore the psychological and physical implications. Of course, characters to love their partners in spite of - or because of - their flaws are needed, as well. Whether a fluffy or angsty direction is taken is completely up to the threaders. HOW TO PLAY Comment with your character and preferences. If your character is the one with the imperfections, say so and say what it is for those who are canonblind. If you want to play the "support," say that as well. Basically, mention all you're interested in playing! You may also want to be upfront about how much you want the flaw to play into the intimacy/sex: ie, whether it should be a side note or the focus of the thread. Comment to others. There are no prompts or RNG. Play out any aspect of this theme, whether it be the act itself, working slowly towards getting there, moments of dramatic steps backwards, opening up, or anything in between.

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Neal Cassidy | Once Upon a Time | m/f

[kepthimhuman]

[He's got a scar on his right shoulder from being shot, and a whole host of trust/abandonment issues.]

Re: Neal Cassidy | Once Upon a Time | m/f

[savedbylove]

Emma steps into the diner, her back pressed against the door, she looks like she is about to bolt out the door. She risks a glance over at Neal and her eyes slam shut. She can do this. It's easy right? Just lunch, no biggie. Except it was big and she knew it.

Emma's scars were mostly on the inside, unless you counted the faded stretch marks. She opened her eyes again, and straightened up, moving over to the table.

"Hey."

[kepthimhuman]

Honestly, he had mostly been expecting her not to show up. She hadn't seemed too keen on the idea when he first brought it up, after all. She hadn't seemed too keen on any of it, really, which is why he'd only been bold enough to bring it up after Hook said he'd step aside. He knows there's no way he could have competed otherwise.

"Hey."

[savedbylove]

"You didn't think I was going to show did you?" She asked, as she slid in across from him. She eyed his cup of coffee. "Are you sharing that or hoarding it for yourself?" She asked, tilting her head towards his coffee.

[kepthimhuman]

"Honestly, I didn't think you would." But of course he'd been here anyway, just in case. Besides, he was hungry, and he did want lunch. "There's only enough here for one person, but I can order you another one."

Christine Chamberland || OC || OTA

[studious_servant]

[Her size/weight has always been an issue for her.]

Yui Hongou | Fushigi Yuugi | ota

[seiryuunomiko]

(Yui has scars on her wrists from a suicide attempt, and a loooot of guilt and self-hate issues. Sloght f/f pref but ota.)

Lapis Fathalla | OC | OTA

[oneirism]

[Has a large scar across her abdomen which curls around her sides from a possession incident, and also has issues getting close to people since she views herself as creepy.]

Grantaire | Les Miserables

[doyoupermitit]

[Grantaire has a lot of issues with his appearance, he doesn't feel he is in any way attractive. He also thinks he's fairly useless]

Jemma Simmons | Agents of SHIELD

[biochemistry]

[Her lack of physical scars or anything actually is the problem, as she's saddled with a spectacular case of survivor's guilt and inadequacy. OTA with f/f preference.]

Lal Mirch / Katekyo Hitman Reborn! / OTA

[rainyspice]

[Lal has facial burns on the right side of her face, covering her cheek and above her eye, along with some old and minor combat scars on the rest of her body. It's not the appearance of her facial scars but the memories attached that bother Lal.]

[She can be the support, but she can be somewhat emotionally awkward.]

Oracle/Barbara Gordon \ DC | Previous CR (Canon or RP)

[allscreening]

[Lots of scarring, and paraplegia. Depending on CR, this may not get to full on smut, but the intimacy itself will be a huge deal for her. (Actually, fluffy, fade-to-black intimacy more likely, but I won't rule anything out.)]

[avakaido]

"Hi, Barbara... or do you really like to be called that? I mean, it flows nice." Which is not at all why he is leaving a voice mail message ahem. "So yeah. I happen to have all of the ingredients for a night in. And you know what? Some mad florist gave me flowers and I can't possibly think to own them when I look at them I think about you so I think that you should have them and you should call me and we should spend time together. Because."

[allscreening]

Okay, so she owed Dinah twenty bucks. But then, if Dinah was the "mad florist" mentioned in the message (Magic 8 Ball says: Odds Likely), that might be cheating.

Message returned. "Sure, I think I can take the night off for once." Tim can hold the fort in the Clocktower back in Gotham while she makes the trek to her New York "apartment" for a night in.

The Birds had been teasing Babs about Foggy's thing for her for a while, and Babs... hadn't really seen it. Like always, she'd assumed he was just friendly. They didn't have a History, not like with Dick (who she was sometimes convinced only saw the woman she had been).

Matt might have the "handsome wounded duck" thing going for him, but disability was kind of a double standard that way. She was used to being seen as... not whole in some way. She never thought of herself like that, but one gets used to certain Looks when using mobility aides.

She showered, she shaved her legs, she had Dinah help her pick out something cute but casual, then kicked her and Zinda out for a night of patrolling and/or bar-crawling. At least, she reasoned, if they got themselves arrested, she'd have a lawyer on hand.

[avakaido]

He might not have actually exchanged names. And say, she was blonde and pretty. Foggy didn't get her name. She was very, very insistent. A pop of color, freshen the house, something special for someone special.... As a patron and a person who admires salesmenship as a salesman of sorts himself, Foggy had to say yes. He did know someone special who deserved flowers.

Barbara was the real deal. A very attractive, independent woman who happened to ride around in a throne with wheels as far as Mr. Nelson was concerned. He had been friends with Matt for nearly a decade and disabilities are all around. Some would not consider him to be handsome or attractive but he was still a person with merit and he appreciated strong qualities in other people. Oh and Barbara Gordon has a track record for being a badass since she was a teenybopper also helps.

Foggy comes around at the set time. He's in a kind of put together but casual outfit. Jeans, a lightweight button down over a Rolling Stones t-shirt and his best looking Chuck Taylors, blazer for good measure and the flowers. He knocks at the door.

Henry Lonsdale | In The Flesh | M/F

[yknow]

_{[I'd give my left whatever you want for a Jem... But otherwise, this is an undead boy and a romantic at heart that's been through a hell of a lot.]}

Alcuin no Delaunay | Kushiel's Dart | OTA

[willyousee]

[Incredibly beautiful, he's a spy who has committed blasphemy and wound up scarred across his ribs in the process of retrieving a piece of information for his master. In that same incident, a friend was killed defending him. He's pining for someone, but has insecurities about his worth - and now about his looks.]

[I am up for either person in the partnership!]

[sun_son]

[I have this guy, a desert-born ambassador who's culture is very much about the opposite of Terre d'Ange in terms of open affection but Karal would certainly bend that on the excuse of making sure Alcuin was alright even if it meant a secret assignation. I tend to play him blind, but could certainly nix that for this if you're interested?]

[willyousee]

[That sounds really interesting and fun! And he could remain blind if that is part of his character. Sight is not required to make him feel appreciated and worthy of love. Is there anything which Alcuin should know about Karal or be aware of concerning Karal's history/mental state/physical appearance/insecurities?]

[sun_son]

[He's a little shy so he hides behind a professional manner, loves horses and books, speaks several languages, and he's a complete dork for country sausage rolls. He was born from a poor family that ran a stable and was adopted by a powerful politician due to his academic abilities and they came to have a father-son relationship. But he still secretly feels like he should be mucking a stable rather than getting bowed to. His blindness was caused from an injury as well so there's certainly potential for mutual shoulder-leaning, but other than that the worst injury has been getting bucked off a horse.]

Hellboy | Open

[alwayslookthisgood]

The Iron Bull: Dragon Age | Open

[ataashihunter]

Gonna be fun

Closed to Hibari

[baseball_baka]

He'll never walk again. Those words had been uttered while he was still in a coma, still clinging to life after what Kaoru had done to him. It was probably a miracle he had even woken up. He probably should have died that day, but someone had managed to get him to the hospital in time to save his life. Just not his legs.

It killed him a little on the inside, not knowing what was happening. He wanted to be there for the Family, to help them out, but he couldn't because the doctors refused to release him until they were certain he wasn't going to just die on them. When they'd finally finally released him into his father's care, he had heard of decisive victory. The Family had won...and they had done it without him.

They hadn't needed him at all.

It had been a blow. As much of a blow as the chair. The wheelchair that would be his cage for the rest of his life. It hurt. It hurt to have to go back to school. It hurt to lie to everyone else, to tell them he had been hit by a car. It hurt even more to see the looks of pity on everyone's faces. And if not pity, guilt. If Tsuna apologized to him one more time, Yamamoto thought he might get sick. It wasn't Tsuna's fault. It was his... He was the one that had failed the family, not the other way around.

But he forced a smile on his face and wheeled his way through his days at school, watching the baseball team from the sidelines until he was certain anymore would actually kill him. Perhaps he was torturing himself, but he deserved it. He deserved it for ending up in this chair... He deserved the whispers behind his back about Poor Yamamoto, he had such a bright future, now look at him. The word "cripple" was thrown about behind his back. He only smiled more and laughed it off.

What he couldn't laugh off where those moment when he'd roll to the empty gym after school, after everyone went home. When he'd grasp the wall and try once more to stand. Just stand. Just. Stand. Up. Only his legs would collapse under him and he'd go crumpling to the ground at the foot of his chair. There, he might lay for hours, trying to drag himself back into the thing. That was if he was unlucky.

If he was really unlucky, someone would come by and find him and help him back in...and he would once more see those looks of pity he hated so much. The only time he considered it lucky is if the Chairman found him. But a part of him hated that too. Because Hibari was Vongola and because of Tsuna's guilt over him, Yamamoto wasn't really considered part of them anymore. Tsuna didn't want to risk him dying... though Yamamoto also thought it was because being like this, he'd slow everyone down. Like this, he just wasn't useful anymore. Who wanted a broken swordsman in their Family?

All mine, all the terrible AUs :D

[hibariskylark]

In truth, it wasn't that they hadn't needed him.

It was that no one was willing to talk about what had happened. The fact that Kyoya had finally channeled his resolve, something deeper than pride, and yet intimately twined into it. That sort of determination, of fighting to protect things, life and death and everything on the line. Because they had nearly killed Yamamoto Takeshi and for that, all of the people that stood in his way died. And he was terrifying. For all the power that always simmered in his hands, his rage and his determination made him so much stronger.

Even so, he doesn't pity Yamamoto. He had killed people over him, but he didn't pity him. He'd watched over him in the hospital; got constant updates on his condition, and late at night he'd sit in his room, like a shadow, gone before dawn, before anyone could see. Although, with the words hissed as he'd fought Adelheid, as he'd torn her to pieces, there wasn't much illusion about where Kyoya's affections lay. But no one was dumb enough to bring it up, even Reborn had resisted the urge to throw Tsuna into the middle of it as some training exercise.

He doesn't pity him, but people who use the word cripple become favorite targets of the Disciplinary Committee. Kyoya finds him in the gym one day, on the floor, and he doesn't have to ask what happened because he knows. So today when Yamamoto comes to try and make himself stand, Kyoya's there, already waiting for him. There are two shinai sitting on one of the benches, and when he stands, he picks them up. His eyes are hard and heavy, dark and intent, and there's no words, no greeting.

He just throws one at Yamamoto. "Fight me," he demands. And it's not a mockery, not some kindhearted idea of letting the injured win like it's a joke about self-esteem. His eyes have that same shine when he looks at Takeshi, just like they always did when he'd watch him fight. Honestly, the only reason he didn't argue with Tsuna over keeping him from the family was that it betrayed too much how much he cared. All he could manage was a heated you still need him when he'd caught him alone in the hallways one day.

"If you can't keep up, I'll bite you to death."

[baseball_baka]

He hadn't expected Hibari to be waiting for him. He probably should have. It seemed more often than not that the other teen was the one to find him these days. He wondered if that was why he kept trying. Because one day he hoped to have Hibari find him standing, walking. It was a foolish dream that would never be. Even the most positive person in the world could see the truth of it. He would always end up on the floor because his legs just didn't work anymore.

And one year ago, he might have tried to kill himself because of it. But he was a much stronger person than he was back then, when he broke his arm. Even if he wasn't of use to Tsuna and the others, he could no longer give in. That was his pride. And it was that pride that had him catching the shinai with a swift hand. His body reacting on instinct more than anything else.

He stares at it a second and then at Hibari. He wants to tell the other than he can't fight. That he's not able to remotely be worth Hibari sharpening his fangs on. But there's that look in those silver eyes and he can't seem to find it in him to refuse. Instead, he shifts his hands, changing his hold on the shinai. The start of the sixth form of the Shigure Soen Ryu, Shizukana ame, Quiet Rain. Any fighting arua he might have extinguished, leaving him with this eerie unreadable quiet, making it so it's unknown if he plans to attack or not.

"I'll do my best..." He doesn't doubt Hibari will wait so he's ready to defend. With such limited mobility, anything more than being defensive will be hard. Of course, eventually his own eyes will go intense and he'll stop defending and all out attack. The surge in his blood and the ease in which he handles the Shinai, it's almost like normal.

Almost. Until he forgets where he is and attempts one of the rushing forms and falls right out of his chair onto the floor with a loud crash.