#Resh'an/Aephorul

[kyuohki]

resh'an/Aephorul

5, 6, 10, and 12.

5) who does more of the housework?

Aephorul, hands down. Before and during the early years of their immortality, he was constantly picking up after Resh'an's absentminded mess. He also tried to implement helpful tasks and aids to get Resh'an to keep his stuff neater; it would work for about a week or so, then it'd get messy again.

Resh'an was always willing to pitch in to help when he noticed Aephorul doing chores, but if he wasn't monitored during the task, he would get derailed fairly easily.

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6) who forgets their anniversary?

Resh'an. He always has something big gift or something prepared for Aephorul, he just loses track of the days when working. Aephorul doesn't make a big deal of it, just a little teasing.

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10) who usually makes dinner?

Surprisingly Resh'an, though they both try to keep it as even as possible. Resh'an's meals are more thorough (seasoned, has *lots* of recipes, etc), while Aephorul tends to throw things together just to get the chore done with.

Resh'an has a love of spicy food (as in nuclear levels), while Aephorul can only tolerate so much before tapping out. When he cooked spicy dishes, Resh'an usually had to make a more mild ver. of a dish for his love, which irritated Aephorul at first until he insisted on having the same thing and realized that it would be the death of him.

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12) who hogs the bathroom?

Aephorul. As fancy as Resh'an is, he has getting his elaborate outfits on down to a science, and doesn't have many toiletries (has good skin/hair so needs very little). Aephorul, while his style looks simplistic, has to do a lot to make it look effortless. It gets worse when he wants to show off. All the hair/skin care, shampoo/soaps/oils, and tools to get it done. Resh'an didn't mind, bc he gets to ogle Aephorul while he primps.

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AEPHORUL & RESH'AN Sea of Stars (2023) dev. Sabotage Studio

[staurolith]

Does anyone want a bite of my food.

[maifazcomics]

Sometimes you just gotta

[disastergay]

if I have to singlehandedly resurrect this fandom by generating a meme economy, so be it

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[bryach]

[the-starry-lycan]

Sea of Stars Drinking Headcanons

Zale: A wild, boisterous drunk. He gets crazy when he’s had a lot of alcohol and loves to get in trouble. Enjoys drinking games and all kinds of alcohol. Has burned his own eyebrows off trying to light a sunball on fire by pouring whiskey on it.

Valere: …Not as crazy as Zale, but oh, she encourages him when she’s also drunk. Tends to be more reserved when drinking, but can handle her alcohol better than her partner. Has gotten stuck on a roof trying to howl at the moon and become a “Lunar Were-Monk.”

Garl: He has a high tolerance for alcohol, and can drink quite a bit before he gets tipsy. Finds alcohol to be a culinary addition and much prefers to drink alongside a meal for the best experience. Turns into a happy, cuddly drunk and needs to be walked home.

Teaks: A playful, cheery drunk who gets a little over-the-top when she’s had a lot to drink — but this is rare, as she doesn’t drink alcohol often. Prefers the fancy, fruity cocktails. Sometimes spills a few too many details in stories when drunk, and doesn’t remember it when she’s sobered again.

Seraï: A reserved, more contemplative drunk. Alcohol passes very quickly through her system, so while she gets drunk fast, she sobers up really fast. Tends to become more emotional when she drinks, and because she’s less inhibited, lets out all the pent-up feelings.

Resh'an: His tolerance for alcohol as a human was pretty good, and he used to (still does!) love making all kinds of drinks, as an alchemist. Truly a connoisseur; if you can imagine it, he’s drank it. He’s a flamboyant man, apparent when he’s drunk, and loves to show off and give people Eagle Rides.

Aephorul: As a human, his tolerance for alcohol was nil. Just one or two drinks would have him all tipsy, and Resh would have to carry him home. He doesn’t drink now, though. Why drink, when he could respire anaerobically, and with flesh alchemy ferment the stuff in his own muscles? Resh’an hates this, by the way. Super gross! Or… is it? Hard to know unless you try some!

B'st: Can’t really have alcohol in the traditional sense, but Resh’an found a way to “inject” it into B’st system for a bit. Needless to say, that was a very crazy time. B’st happens to enjoy letting others do body shots off of himself, as well as performing his own glass tricks, laughing and singing when he’s tipsy.. though he feels wistful he can’t experience it in his native body.

The Pirates: All of them love a good drink from time to time, be it sharing some ale or making fancier ones for big occasions. They aren’t fussy and will partake in whatever they get! Yolande is the most troublesome of the trio when she’s had some, and gets into the most shenanigans (she has the dynamite..), probably brews her own equivalent of Moonshine. Valtraid is a very lightweight drunk and it doesn’t take long for him to get tipsy at all, so he sometimes refrains and keeps an eye on the others. Keenathan is a hugger, and gets super lovey with Seraï, often clinging onto her or (to her dismay) sitting in her lap, loudly proclaiming his love for her.

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Wanted to post this as its own thing; based on a post by @stamway 🔮

[neoyi]

Okay, I had to get this out of my system.

Nothing happens here, but my brain is Resh'an-fueled even more thanks to that twitch stream.

[neoyi-backstreetback]

I stopped played Yakuza 0 so I could draw this.

Now I will return to Yakuza 0.

[kyuohki]

Because I have no self control:

Variations under Cut:

[smaller-comfort]

It is wip Wednesday, my dudes. And I should be baking, but it is way too hot and I am currently way too inebriated, so here we are.

I doubt I'll be able to finish anything by next week for @ghostinthegallery's birthday, but here are some more teasers of the obyron/zahndrekh thing and the oltyx/yenekh thing and also a tiny fragment of Lysikor's No Good Horrible Very Bad Day.

Aaaand some SoS modern AU, because finishing gotta start somewhere has temporarily rewired my brain, and I am having far too much fun with it. Somewhat nsfw.

Scrap file bit from the snecrontyr Obyron/Zahndrekh monstrosity (it's over 7500 words send help), which still has no title. It's gonna be something extraordinarily pretentious, though- I can absolutely see myself going Shakespearean for this one.

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“How would you serve me, dear friend?”

He couldn't look up. He couldn’t; Obyron squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his forehead into the floor a little harder. “However would please you most, my nemesor.”

Zahndrekh sighed, and that faint noise of disappointment felt like a gauss rifle blast to the chest. “Obyron,” he said, very quietly. “Would you look at me?”

It was, perhaps, the hardest thing Zahndrekh had ever asked of him. He would have rather faced down another thousand guerilla separatists in the swamp- but he could not disobey an order. He lifted his head.

“Oh.” Zahndrekh touched his face, gently turning him so he couldn't help but meet his lord's eyes. “No, I see- I’m asking too much of you.”

The idea that he had failed- that he was not enough, that Zahndrekh could ever ask something of him that he could not give- he would rather have taken a gauss rifle to the chest.

“Forgive me, my lord.”

“No‐ no, Obyron. There is nothing to forgive. On your feet.” Zahndrekh was frowning, just the smallest crease between his eyebrows. “I shouldn't- I won't. You're a good man, and a fine soldier, and it is an honor to have you by my side. You're dismissed- go, enjoy the celebration.”

He wanted to protest- dead gods, he wanted- but he would not disobey an order.

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I really hope no one gets tired of necron weddings in conjunction with these two idiots because I'm writing another one. Not their wedding, at least, but *a* wedding. Snecron Oltyx/Yenekh, also currently without a title.

Oltyx and Yenekh are simultaneously Jock4Goth and Himbo4Himbo, and I think that's beautiful.

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As Oltyx watched, Mesekhet skinned an ork with quick flashes of her claws. She draped the skin over Qareh's shoulders, affixing it in place over the cresting protrusions of their spine. Qareh, in turn offered her the creature's heart; a choice delicacy, by any measure.

They tumbled to the ground together, Mesekhet's whip-scorpion knife blade of a tail wrapping around Qareh's hips.

Oltyx thought of them as flesh memories, all the things that he had no more context for. He could not remember his own face, or his brothers’ or his father's. He could not remember the taste of ice wine, or any occasions where he might have drunk it. But he did not need to remember eating to know hunger; or to remember drinking to know thirst. There were things that he knew without needing to remember.

So it was with Mesekhet and Qareh: flesh memories, their mouths and hands moving with a hunger that Oltyx knew without remembering, bodies locked together and voices rising in ecstatic harmony.

He looked away, and felt something cold and hollow echo in his flux (his heart; his blood). He should be happy that two of his kin had found a way to assuage their hunger within each other. And he was; he was happy for them. He couldn't name the feeling that left him feeling so cold.

'Took her long enough'. Yenekh stepped out of the void and draped his arms over Oltyx's shoulders from behind, dripping with fresh gore.

He replied with an interrogative.

'Mesekhet. Thought she'd make Qareh wait another fifty years.'

Yenekh's closeness banished some of that nameless cold. 'How could you tell?' He tapped the question on the back of Yenekh's hand, enjoying the way the blood-slick metal felt beneath his fingers.

Yenekh didn't answer for a long moment, and then he let go of Oltyx with a shrug. 'You just know, sometimes.'

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Lysikor and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day (working title). He's actually having a great time here. He absolutely does not at any other point in this story.

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“Valgûl, Twice-Regicide!" Lysikor laughed. “I should take lessons from you. I've stolen ships, constructs; overthrown a fringe world or two. But you- destroyer of dynasties! The future and past of Ithakas, stolen, vandalized. I could spend an aeon learning from you.”

“What second regicide have I committed?” Oltyx was too amused to be indignant. He'd forgotten- Lysikor had always been strange, but he was at least an entertaining sort of strange.

Lysikor tapped his cracked dynastic cartouche with one gnarled finger. “Unnas’ successor, of course. Didn't you murder Oltyx when he fought the Unclean? Stabbed in the back, I hope.” He leaned forward with that strange, unnerving eagerness. “Perhaps you could share the details with me.”

Oltyx laughed, because Lysikor wasn't wrong, not really. “The dynast of Ithakas fell in battle- I only scavenged his corpse.”

“Ah, Valgûl, King of Vultures! Nevertheless, it is an honor.”

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Okay, so the modern AU endgame has always been an ot3 situation, because I am extremely predictable. No title yet (the sequel to Life/Work Balance is called Staycation, because of course it is). Anyway, Aephorul and Resh'an have had sex on every flat surface in their townhouse, and most of the non-flat surfaces, and this is why they never host dinner parties. (They have like. An entire playroom. And yet somehow they still have an alarming amount of sex in the kitchen. This is just one of the many facets of Aephorul's extremely convoluted strategy to keep other people out of their home.)

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There were times, Aephorul reflected, when he really wasn't entirely sure how his life had turned out the way it had. Now was a good example: here he was, lounging at the kitchen table, drinking the good wine directly from the bottle. Meanwhile, his husband was spread out on the table, bent nearly in half by the extremely large and muscular older man who was fucking him with enough force to make the whole table rattle in alarming ways.

It was impressive; the table was very sturdy. All of their furniture was sturdy, in fact, for this very reason.

Maybe this wasn't a great example, actually. Aephorul knew exactly how he'd ended up here, and it was mostly because whenever Resh'an wanted something, Aephorul would move heaven, earth, and all of their heavier furniture in order to give it to him.

[staurolith]

The Great Eagle

[maifazcomics]

Ooh, the good old times~ Oh and BTW that last image is from the ARG Sabotage Studio makes on their Discord server where we can interact with characters in from the games and do fun stuff. Before Sea of Stars was even announced, Resh'an (we knew him only as The Archivist back then) entered and showered us with lore about SoS and The Messenger. AND HE INCLUDED THAT. IN 2019. AND EVERYTHING HE SAYS CAN BE TRUSTERED AND CONSIDERED CANON (words of the writer, Thierry Boulanger). RESH'AN EXPLAIN TO ME-

[drop-dead-dropout]

exes but like we still fuck and we're still basically in love we're just mad about it now