#sacraementals

[reaperlost]

mj @sacraementals said, " you deserve someone who answers. "

the kids were with shay. last he heard hale was on the way with several pints of ice cream, beer, and a stack of pizzas. jax and astoria had their hands full with abel. despite the fact that he'd handed off his own kids for the sake of some alone time, it didn't stop the feeling of not having anyone to turn to in his time of need. everyone was busy. everyone had their own thing going on. the people who had the time ( like bobby and juice ) couldn't understand all the different ways his head was fucked. they'd fell him to blow some steam. almost literally.

so, he'd gone for a drive. originally, the intent was to go up and down the highway until he could fall into bed. his sense of direction had something else in mind, though. before he understood what was happening, the biker was knocking on a journalist's door.

as soon as he'd done it, opie shook his head and turned on his heel. why would mj be home? better question was why someone so respectable was giving his ass the time of day. she'd be going back to new york, right? whatever he felt would go right along with her and he'd be left in the rearview mirror feeling like an idiot.

seconds later light spills across his boots. " i didn't think you'd answer, " slips out before he can stop it.since opie hates how small it sounded he resorts to one of the cigarettes shoved into his pocket. it's lit and held down behind him so the smoke doesn't go wafting through mj's front door.

the response makes his head jerk back. not something he'd ever considered before. why did he deserve anything at all? people yelled at him they didn't console him. then again, she'd been different right from the start.

fuck, opie wanted her to stay.

" if you say so. " grinning, the words are spoken down towards his feet. mainly because he's too embarrassed to say it to her face. several more puffs scratch down his lungs before the rest of the cigarette is put out against his boot. " i just....i didn't mean to interrupt your night. "

[sumbolus]

@sacraementals / Diana: ❛What aren’t you telling me?❜

"Wh-what aren't I—" Time coils about him, the stone walls decked and gilded with a couple of centuries worth of artifacts. An image of an ouroboros, repeated, repainted, recast, mocks him and he feels his frustration rise. Boil over.

( Yet, the veiled excitement... The symbologist is choking on it. )

He breathes out, and grasps a fistful of tangled hair, pulling it back, the Harris Tweed climbing over his already creased shirt. That's what another sleepless night and a three-thousand-mile trip does to a person.

"What aren't you telling me, Diana? Who are these people? Who was that man? A-and don't tell me your husband again because i saw you — what? — just last month, and none of this was relevant then."

"I'm-I'm not engaging in any of this any further until you tell me what's actually going on here."

[xfindingtrouble]

👄 percy abt vex!

percy sits up a bit straighter, chewing the tip of his tongue as he thought of the right words. Vex had a way of swaying Percy, of reminding him of the good in this world. He could stare right into the abyss, take a step into it & she would still be able to draw him back. She had faced dragons, spninxes, even her bastard of a father & walked away with her chin held high. Vex was a beast of a woman & not even death had been able to slow her down.

Where percy could not help but simmer on the past, vex always seemed intent on moving forward, surviving & doing good when there was room for it. she made him want to change, evolve past his solitary existence. it was easy to wallow in the past, to get stuck in it. yet it was always at her back. vex made percy think he could be a better person, in the right hands. left to his own devices, he had a habit of looking to worst case scenario. anticipating gore & atrocities beyond belief. percy was particularly talented at prepetuating the horror. vex was better at taking things in stride, reminding percy that he should too.

" Sometimes you meet a person & they inspire you. " he speaks truthfully, though he's very careful. no word is chosen without purpose, a nagging paranoia in the back of his skull. he wonders if somehow she'll hear him through the walls, expose him for his sentimentality. if he was wholly honest & she found out he doubted he'd ever live it down.

vex'ahlia was, perhaps, one of the most magnificent people percy had ever had the luck of meeting. she wasn't perfect, by any means, no one was... but she had relentless strength about her. she could fight & fight & fight & still have more left to give. she was fragile, in other ways, though it was more difficult to see. there was a weight on her shoulders that came with the love she gave. it left her open, vulnerable in a way that percy is sure was supposed to be private... but he had a habit of looking for the details. it was not easy to choose good, it never would be.

but it was more than inspiration & he knew that, somewhere inside of him. for all the internal battles he fought, it was one he knew he would lose. it was a surreal thought, to think that another person could affect him so deeply... that he could want something ( someone? ) so badly. yet he could never admit to it, at least not out loud. but still, he's sure she's caught his lingering glances.

she was smart & decisive, fierce & terrifying. perhaps this is why it was so intimidating to think that she might know his truth, overhear any heartfelt confession. he was half-sure she would eat him alive if she did. he was nearly as sure that he would let her. vex knew how to read a man, how to bend them to her will & as intimidating as it was... it drew percy in. he wanted to be what she wanted, who she wanted. a hero, a friend, a lover, percy didn't care. he just wanted to be.... hers. was his face flushing now? definitely. he could feel it in his ears. he lets out a deep breath, unable to catch every racing thought that now poured into hs head. they were like fireflies in the dark, endless.

" I would die for her, " he finally admits, trying to shy away from his beating heart in different sort of dramatic confession. his next words are less careful, his mind beginning to tumble thhroug a hundred other sentiments while trying to shake the feeling at the center of it. he's going to need a drink after this, " Though I would much prefer to live for her. She is my inspiration. "

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[gaveldefy]

tara @sacraementals said, " i just want to be your peace. "

truth be told, jax had been fantasizing about those very words since he was a teenager. since before she got scared and ran off to a different state. since before wendy landed in his bed and gave him the most beautiful son anyone could ever ask for. he hadn't been expecting tara to ever come back into his life.

she hadn't been his peace back then. looking back, jax can understand they were too young and too uninformed on life to be anything to anyone. after everything he'd seen since he was patched in? jax had a more intimate understanding of what exactly gemma was to clay and he'd prayed he'd find something similar in time.

" you are, sweetheart, " the biker says with surprising certainty. despite the ups, the downs, the violence, and the miscommunication tara had become exactly that.

his peace.

i fucking missed you, opie !!!!

hale, on the other hand.

shaking his head, jax picks up a nearby towel from the counter of the bar located in the clubhouse. he turns at the waist to throw the thing at the tall, lanky pain in the ass how hanging off opie winston's neck. " he's been gone for an hour. " whatever the response was is nothing but part of the white noise in the background. jax quickly turns back around so he can lean down, pressing his forehead against tara's.

" you are, " is whispered again along with a kiss pressed to the crown of her head. " i know shit's been rough and i appreciate you stepping up. you are always, always my light at the end of the tunnel, babe. please don't forget that no matter what happens. "

[murderbled]

WHAT IF THEY KISSED. FROM JULIAN. !!!!!!!!!

☽ WHAT IF THEY KISSED - @sacraementals ☾

The violent images that bloom behind closed eyes have been especially BRUTAL as of late - the deeper the bond formed, the deeper the blade is buried. The seas of crimson she spills within her dreams have choked from her any notion of a proper rest. She tosses, she turns, and she finally YIELDS with a heavy sigh. Oh how exhausting it is to slay your lover over and over and over and over.

Asthora is unsurprised to see light flickering from within Julian's tent at such an hour - they are two minds ALIKE, desperate to distract themselves from the horrors of their own making. It brings a weary smile to her face and an uncomfortable warmth gasps for life within her chest. Perhaps they could be two weather battered souls together.

She slips silently into the sanctity of his space, gently plucks the book he's reading from his hands, and places herself in his newly unoccupied lap. A tender hand rests on his cheek as she runs her free fingers through his hair. Her gaze averts from his for a moment as he fixes her with a quizzical look - such gentleness was FOREIGN for the both of them.

She answers not with a word, but with a breathy exhale and needy kiss. She nips his lower lip but quickly soothes the sting with a swipe of her tongue. Her mouth parts in invitation and a shudder runs down her spine. She NEEDS him in more ways she could ever admit in more ways than she could ever fathom.

[saatu]

@sacraementals : Did you know that I was spellbound? (Diana)

"I never lied to you, Diana." It comes, no longer in rivulets or whispers, but like a reflection distorted, loud, molten. Loitering at the edges of her vision, a kaleidoscopic chaos. It will pull her in, if she isn't careful. Carve its way through until she is hollow, until she is gaping. Until there is nothing left. 

It already has, once. 

( She wanted it then. And it ruined her. But she wants it even now. )

Satu smiles.

"The first time we met, I wanted to open you and look inside. But your magic was hidden. Held back. I told you that, didn't I?" She pulls at unseen strings, one by one, until there are only knots. And tugs, in an attempt to bring Diana with it. 

"I never lied to you. And I will never lie to you, Diana. Can you say the same for him?"

[valiantsword]

gwen @sacraementals asked, " are you happy now? "

he'd been happy the second he discovered the she still lived. the second he discovered he no longer needed to pine or stand vigil at the remnants of their home from all those centuries ago. that the reason he'd never found or even heard of a body was because guinevere was roaming the earth just as he was.

so, yes. arthur pruit, former king of tintagel was happy now and forever more.

but, the answer was not so simple to give. in all their years, he'd never learned to be quite so upfront with such words. just one of the many reasons lancelot filled the gap between them so well.

the entire trek back to tintagel had him on his toes. every sound made his muscles tense and his heart skip a beat. would she think him mad for preserving their life? would she be sad to see he was still so stuck on what was that he never gave through to what could be? whenever the guard made him feel overwhelmingly sad or alone he tucked tail and returned back home. well, not always. sometimes he chose a different stash house located somewhere around the world. either way, he tended to go into hiding.

" yes, " the blonde says simply. standing behind her, arthur wraps his arms around her shoulders as they stand on what used to be the dining hall. ocean spreads out in front of them, as far as the eye can see. somewhere below them is what had become known as ' merlin's cave, ' which he always secretly thought myrddin would get a kick out of. " happy enough that i'd quit fighting right this second if you asked me to. "

something settled in him. broken pieces of his heart clicked into place in ways they hadn't been able to even with her body keeping him warm at night.

a lung full of ocean breeze made him realize that feeling was being able to stop. for centuries he'd been running towards or, perhaps, away from something. with guinevere in his arms again arthur felt it was okay to simply stand there, watch the waves, and be.

" but, are you happy? that's the real question. "

[softersinned]

me looking at the sick-ass urls i've saved like what if i made ten thousand blogs so i never had to make any of these defunct

[himbovillains]

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb

he'd only meant to take a few moments, just to compose himself, but as he sits hidden in a dark alley, he realises that he's a lot more hurt than he thought he'd been. the andrenaline is beginning to wear off, so he can now feel a sharp pain in his ribs, and when he takes off his mask, the inside of it is stained with blood. ‘ aw, c'mon... ’

leaning back against the brick wall behind him, he closes his eyes for just a moment, just to breathe. later, he'll say that's the only reason felicia managed to sneak up on him. when he finally hears movement, he struggles to pull his mask on, only to realise that there's not really much point because it's her, and she knows him. really, she's one of the only people in this city who does.

and if anything, he's grateful to be allowed the reprieve of wearing it.

her hand reaches out, brushes across his brow, and comes away wet. and he finds himself shies away from the contact, both from the pain of it and because he's worried that he'll get used to the touch. that's the problem, really, when you crave physical touch so deeply but don't allow anyone to get close enough to do so. even the smallest contact will feel like heaven on earth. ‘ i'm fine, ’ he insists. ‘ i just...i gotta sit here for five minutes. ’ // @sacraementals

[sumbolus]

@sacraementals / Diana : ❛Do you have a minute?❜

"Diana? Dr. Bishop." Late afternoon sun cuts his office in half, and the contrast, the play of light and shadow turns his otherwise prosaic rooms into Renaissance art. Not quite as showy as chiaroscuro, though perhaps one would dare to call it unione. Vibrant. Colorful. Harmonic. She fits right in, Langdon thinks and falters, wondering whether to stand or remain where she found him, with a pen and an ungraded paper in hand.

He opts for the latter, and tries to hide the clumsy pause with a smile, fingers already combing his hair back. "Hi, yes. Yes, I do. Please, come in."

"How can I help?"

[xfindingtrouble]

👄 ELLIS about HIS PARENTS

" I miss them, you know. " if he sounds uncomfortable, it's because he is. he'd had them for twenty-three years of his life, taking each day for granted. he had never thought he could lose them. of course, he knew they would die one day - that was the only thing guaranteed in each life. but to have them torn away so suddenly? how could he have ever known?

his father who had tried his best to keep him out of trouble, his mother who he had inherited the trouble from. they provided balance for one another & each of their children... no matter how difficult they made it. it's no wonder they hadn't been prepared to face the world as it was. it was easier to fill their heads of stories & promises than to expose them to the brutality that would become their fate.

sometimes he could still hear lily's shrill screech, over his shoulder, at his back. the sound she had made when ellis tore her from their father's disemboweled side had nearly been inhuman. he wouldn't have believed it was, had he not seen it with his own eyes. but they were so much more than the gore.

when he thought of them, he tried to think of them in the morning. drinking coffee, telling him not to play with his food as a boy. letting him steal sips of the bitter delight until he developed a taste for it of his own. Ellis would think of them chastising he or lily for their perpetual chaos. He would remember how their mother would try not to grin when the pranks were particularly creative. He laughs at that thought, distant as it is. they had not been perfect, by any means... but they were his.

" I'm glad they can't see who i am now. i think... they would be proud. but sad. " the words feel uncomfortable coming out of his mouth. he's not proud, but he knows they would be. they always were, despite it all. they would have been proud of him for surviving, let alone wrestling with the rest of it. he takes in a slow, careful breath before repeating, " i miss them. "

[gaveldefy]

gemma @sacraementals said, ' change is never easy. '

abel was a day or two out from finally coming home. after all the surgery, the worry, and the sleepless nights his little baby boy was going to be where he belonged. which, oddly enough, had jax thinking about something, no, someone else and what all belonged.

" yeah, but i'm lookin' forward to this one, " both hands shove deep into the pockets of his jeans. fingers from his right hand skirt over the pack of cigarettes while his left lightly grips the zippo he'd gotten from his father. a smile stretches the corners of his mouth. " that one's taken some getting used to. "

astoria's sitting vigil next to his infant's unit, exactly where she had been since the two met and jax was unable to sit with his son himself. no one else would've offered; not any of the croweaters and certainly not anyone he'd slept with since....

well, since tara.

" and before you get any funny ideas, red's not goin' anywhere. i - " love was such a strong word. feelings certainly churned in his chest and there were those ticklish bastard butterflies every time the biker watched astrid with his child but did that really mean the ' l ' word? jax isn't even sure he's capable of that level of emotion. too much danger and too many variables. " i wanna see where it goes. "

[terrifyingstories3]

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[elliscousland]

thinking about ellis' bg3 verse & though it's a heavily under construction, i would love to talk about it a little bit. this may very well change when i talk to jay / work on ellis & lily's veres together but until then it will operate like this.

@softersinned / @sacraementals made the stellar suggestion of having ellis scooped by the nautaloid during howe's betrayal of highever. i think this is genius & naturally, i had to use it. i think he got yoinked while trying to flee from highever, close enough to taste freedom but not close enough to make it.

i think he was trying to support his father / convince him to try & flee with him though it was too late. the next moment, he wakes up on a ship & the moment following he wakes up in a forest, far from home with a horrid headache.

once he orients himself, he makes it towards the druid grove to try & find supplies. he's got one thing on his mind & that is making it back home. to find his sister, his brother, his dog. or at least learn what became of them, avenge them. however, in his rage he is impulsive & plans to travel the shadow-cursed lands on his own. the way he looks at it, he's already dead. he bled out with his father & he would haunt howe if it was the last thing he did.

he's so so so interested in the power the tadpoles hold. he's a rogue, he's always relied on tricks & the shadows to make it by. it's nice to have something in his arsenal that's beyond this. this, however, affects him in a few ways. it aggravates his mental illness, makes him more impulsive, makes the lines of reality blur a little bit more. the details of what happened to his home slip through the cracks & he zeroes in on his task. take down rendon howe at any costs. is this wise? absolutely not! that's never stopped him before

he wants to get his grubby little hands on that astral tadpole. he thinks somehow the power is provides justifies the cost of it & the cost is ... permanent. in canon, i use the fade as a means to trigger his mental illness in a way it wouldn't have developed naturally. i think that having a bunch of parasites gnawing on his brain is a great way to narratively do that here ( also a suggestion from ani which was stellar )

i think highever was a city off the coast, i think howe has some sort of tie with the cult of the absolute

i think ellis has never been that far from home on his own but still starts off thinking he's a badass until Repeatedly getting his ass handed to him

i think his dnd class would be rogue w an arcane trickster subclass ( which was at the suggestion of @malurged ) bcs though in his main verse he buys into a lot of propaganda abt magic being Bad (tm) there isn't the same kind of stigma here & he would be looking for any way to get ahead of the game when he already feels so behind.

it's still a work in progress & i keep going back & forth between making ellis a companion or tav bcs something abt this IDIOT as tav makes me wheeze but also i just like writing companion ocs so i will decide w time but more tba for sure

[softersinned]

ok so just a rundown of what will be happening -

astoria will be staying as softersinned. i will be archiving her blog in october and beginning the new blog on halloween. it's what she deserves and frankly also what i deserve.

my multi will be staying as sacraementals. i will be archiving that blog in the next week and beginning the new blog on october 13th.

vex's url will be changing to deathturned and i will be getting back to critical role. i will eventually be using icons once i crop & apply the psd - icons made by the incredibly talented @sophiefosters whose work is unbelievable and who deserves endless praise. please go check her blog out & support her amazing work.

alix will be getting her own blog, probably low activity, at the url atomdeuogdonion. her main verse will remain dragon age. she will be iconless for a while while i look for some / commission someone / make my own.

rowan will be staying at 13thwitch. this blog will remain low activity and i will continue using only the same 20 icons that mara (@avblod), who is also incredible and unbelievable and amazing and powerful, made me. also go check her out & appreciate her incredible writing as she deserves.

[himbovillains]

" let's get you cleaned up. "

it had been sheer luck that alix had come into the bar that night. usually, he'll refrain from violence, but the asshole who's responsible for the cut over his brow and his bruised knuckles just hadn't known when to quit. the fucker had just been lucky that duke is well enough trained not to have torn his throat out at the first sign of trouble.

‘ be gentle... ’ he's sat on a bar stool in front of her, head slightly tilted forwards in order to give her better access to his face. there's an ice pack that he's got wrapped around his fingers, holding it loosely in place as he tries to focus on not wincing whenever she makes contact with him. ‘ i bruise like a peach. ’ // @sacraementals