#furiously dumb mc (affectionate)

[seraphim0]

I love my operative sooooooo much they're so fucked up and so full of rage towards those who hurt them and so protective of nash and soooo blindly loyal to the organization. I can't wait to see their world crumble and fall, taking them along with it <3

[poisonouswritings]

Imagine mc gets sick. Sage doesn't really know how to deal with this kinda stuff and he'd probably advise to just walk it off but when he actually SEES mc his heart DROPS. So imagine this 6'2 mercenary with a massive sword [( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)]

Who's practically loaded with knives 24/7 pushing a little cart of cute freshly cut up fruits towards MC's room. When he finally approaches their door he realises maybe fruits and soup isn't the best combination but he still wants them to eat SOMETHING so he nervously opens the door and steps in anyway.

-dumb bitch anon ✨✨✨

Akkfgkofa anon you and I share a braincell okay this is so adorable and completely how Sage would react he's such an idiot but he's trying so hard UGH I love him. Also guess we'll see if this is your ask or not lol.

GN!reader, flu-level sickness and some of the nasty that goes with it

It's an early enough morning when Sage drags his mangy (affectionate) ass out of bed. He promised he would take you on a bounty today. So he blearily pulls on some pants and his jacket, hooking his sheath behind his back, lacing up his boots. Is he a little hungover? Mayhaps. But he's awake and that's what matters.

He stumbles over to your room and knocks on the door frame (since the last time he just barged in you threw something at him).

'MC! You up? We should get moving!'

*sounds of shuffling, coughing* 'I... Ugh... I don't feel good...'

Ah, humans. So fragile. Ilephtas can get sick, but not very often. Sage has only gotten sick two, maybe three times in his life (hangovers non-withstanding). He leans his shoulder against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. 'Fresh air could help. And if you want a fun way to boost your immune system... ;3′ 

*thump*

Sage gives a lil jump, tail lashing against the wall. Did you just-? He pushes open the door. You��re on the floor, face pale and forehead beaded with sweat and dark rings under your eyes and dear gods you look like death warmed over what the fuck

You open your mouth to speak but end up sneezing. You try to cover your mouth with your elbow but you’re too slow and sneeze all over your hand. 

....ew

Sage is immediately scooping you up. He knows full well that his normal body temperature is fairly above normal human’s, so why do you feel so hot? You try to avoid touching him with your Sneeze Hand but he doesn’t care. Let’s be real, he’s touched a lot grosser, and a bit of snot is part and parcel when dealing with illness. 

Once you’re tucked back into bed he realizes he really doesn’t know what to do about this. Technically you’re the Starsworn’s healer, so you know the healing magic. Maybe Felix would?? No he’s really bad at that. Maybe Anisa? Ugh, this is the one time Rime might be useful. 

Pointy bastard. 

You pass out almost as soon as you’re back in bed. Sage makes sure you’re bundled up with blankets, leaves the windows a little open for air, and quietly leaves the room in pursuit of something useful.

Okay, um,,,, You need breakfast right? Right! He darts over to the kitchen. What do sick people eat? Chicken soup? He can make that, it’s not hard. 

Okay while that’s cooking,, Tulsi is always bitching at him to eat more fruit because ‘the vitamins’ or whatever. Maybe that’d help you? So he starts raiding the pantry, pulling out Every Single Fruit He Can Find

Felix wanders into the kitchen just in time to see Sage furiously slicing and stabbing an orange. 

.... ‘Do I even want to know?’

Chopchopchopchopchop goes the knife into the banana 

‘MC is dying.’

‘Wh-’

Sage slams the knife down. His ears are flattened and his tail is twitching around. ‘MC is sick.’

‘Sage, that’s hardly dying. Honestly, you had me concerned-’ 

Sage balls his hand into a fist so hard that his gauntlet creaks. He’s,, invulnerable, kinda. Moreso than most other people anyways. He has been for years now and he’s gotten used to it. And to an extent he sees the people around him, the people he cares about, as being on his level. So you getting sick just reminds him how human you are. How fragile you are. And that scares the fuck out of him. 

But he can’t find a way to verbalize that to Felix. He just shakes his head and continues chopping fruit. 

Felix grabs a jar of olives. 'If it would make you feel better, I can look into some healing tonics?'

Sage nods, sliding all the fruit into a massive bowl. Like, you know one of those giant salad mixing bowls? Double that size. He grabs another bowl and fills it with soup. Puts a box of crackers under his armpit. Tucks a pitcher of water into the crook of his elbow. Balances a jar of honey against his chest. Puts a box of tea on his head.

'......alright then. Good luck with that.' Felix takes his olives and absconds back upstairs to go brew a potion.

Sage heads back upstairs. Pauses outside your bedroom. He can't - no - fuck - he can't open the door his hands are full and you can't move so how the fuck is he gonna open the door oh gods-

Cats are able to get into any room they want so he just kinda 'cats' his way inside.

You're half-awake now, sniffling and miserable. You raise an eye when Sage comes in with everything.

'Babe... *cough cough* I don't.... I don't think I can eat all that....'

'...... Oh.'

He didn't even bring a fork or a spoon. There's still his knife sticking into one of the fruit chunks but that's it. He carefully sets it down on the bed/nightstand.

You're exhausted but you're conscious. And even with your brain all scrambled by a fever, you can tell he's anxious. You reach out. Your arm is heavy but you brush your fingers along his arm. He blinks, tail reflexively curling around your wrist. He sees your face, how worried you look, and he laughs. Settles down on the bed next to you, running a thumb along your cheek. You can see a bit of the stress melting off his shoulders.

'Babe, you're the one that's sick. Don't look so worried about me.'

He wants to help you but he just doesn't really know how.

Luckily you've been sick before so you kinda have an idea of how to not die. You eat a few pieces of fruit and drink a little soup. It helps. You make Sage eat a little too.

I was gonna say we'll assume you're not contagious but I feel like Sage wouldn't really care if you were and he'd totally just cuddle up to you anyways. Hugs you, rubs your back, helps you if you have to throw up, runs his fingers through your hair to lull you a bit. I think the more he stays with you and you possibly give him some directions, he calms down. Tries to tell some jokes to cheer you up a little bit. Encourages you to snack and drink water but doesn't push you if you don't feel well enough.

Felix comes in maybe an hour later with some tea. Sage is asleep, snoring Really Fucking Loud. You're awake and glaring at the ceiling because you love Sage But Holy Fuck Even In Sleep He's Blowing Out My Eardrums (you having a headache doesn't help). Felix sneaks over and gives you some tea that's basically Super Nyquil. You spend most of the rest of the day going between sleep and reluctantly being awake. And Sage spends the whole day taking care of you as best he can, despite the fact he still Really Doesn't Understand What He's doing.

[iamvalerie17-blog]

Little things Muriel does for MC that has very VERY long hair??? From maintaining it to just absent-minded affectionate things

I guess you want me to do a headcanon...Alright,buckle up,buttercup,this is my first time doing this.

We all know how little Muriel cares about his hair,but when he sees your beautiful hair,he is amazed.

Like...How do you NOT trip over it?How do you wash it?

He suddenly is eager to learn how to braid hair,he will ask you while blushing furiously if you can teach him.

Once he learned it,and practiced it with Inanna's fur,he will ask you out of the blue if he may braid your hair.

While Muriel does,you'll catch him hesitating,because he admires the beauty of your hair,he loves the way your hair feels,and he likes the smell of your hair.

SO.MANY.FLOWERCROWNS!He will do a lot of them for you,and sometimes he will braid a few of your favourite flowers in your hair.

He heard you complaining how your arms hurt,when you brush your hair.Muriel insists to brush your hair,even though he is a embarrassed mess.

When he can't sleep,he gently plays with your hair to calm down.

If you rarely wear your hair loose,but opened it once(while bathing,or sleeping),he will ask you to wear it open more often.

He admires it how your hair shines in the sun,you will catch him giving you admiring side glances.

Muriel would love the idea of braiding one cutted strand of your hair in one strand of his,and vice versa.But then,he would not like the thought of you cutting off a beautiful strand of your hair for a "dumb" idea.But if you like the idea,he will not have a problem with it.Well he's going to be a blushy mess,but I doubt this will be a problem.

He will never complain about a clogged drain,because I doubt he has a shower.