#sage rambles incoherently

[brushes-of-sage]

I find it hilarious how BNHA Stage Play Shigaraki is just venting about his issues while holding Midoriya like the stress toy or like Jake Gyllenhaal swinging around a ferret 😂

[sage-the-unwise]

it strikes me as painfully ironic just how delighted the prince is by the prospect of an other given its ends. it's so excited to feel watcher's presence at first encounter, and on every subsequent one it's nothing but enthusiastic about watcher being there. but it desires to assimilate all things into itself, into its mass, to rob them of their individuality by enfolding them into its being. i don't think it realizes that the other ceases to exist when the other becomes completely part of oneself. the poor fool. you will render your only friend naught but nutrients and qualia in the end.

[brushes-of-sage]

Oooh, hello fellow aro writers and subbers! (All words are made up so imma coin this one lol 😂). I’ll reblog from here to keep the introduction chain going lol

Before I answer, I wanna say mooood @trisockatops ‘cause I definitely relate to a lot of your experiences too - I used to write a lot when I was younger but now with work and adult issues and fluctuating depressive episodes, it really does get hard to have that motivation and/or desire to write. But I had the same kinda lightbulb moment once I sat down and started writing. And it was such a fulfilling feeling!

Okay so:

What genre do you tend towards or what types of ideas/concepts do you enjoy exploring most?

Genre-wise, I’m always drawn to reading science fiction, but research always feels so daunting to write, so while I do dabble with writing sci-fi on my own, I’ve seen myself drawn to more speculative, contemporary, kind of urban fantasy/magical realism. Something about the blend of the magical and fantastic into our everyday lives - idk, there’s beauty in the mundane, symbolism in the magic.

I’m also a sucker for found family and platonic relationships (which kinda duh lol) - mostly as someone who’s not too good at expressing vulnerability and carries yearning for long-lasting friendships with deep trust and commitment (and as someone who’s mostly romantically and sexually repulsed), if I want to have those kinds of stories, I have to write them myself. So I geek over and work through those things with characters instead lol.

Where do you get inspiration and drive to write from?

My inspiration tends to come from either my personal experiences and emotions, my attempt to connect and explore more of my family’s culture, the tropes/arcs/characters I want to read but don’t exist yet, or just that bubbling need to get something written.

However, like I’ve mentioned, life is very imposing, and I’m trying to figure out what I wanna do for the next five, ten years, plus my mental health took a dive a while back so I’m only just now trying to get back into the rhythm of writing (so thank you again for this submission opportunity ‘cause it brought back some of that writing joy!) - so I actually have no idea what my drive to write is. Deadlines and knowing that someone is waiting on me? That definitely pushes me.

There’s a quote that someone mentioned, although I can’t remember if it was Anne Lamott or Ursula Le Guin - which was kinda bleak, but it went someone along the lines of writing being something so engrained and intrinsic for us that we must write or we deny our inherent natures. I know Anne described it as a “desperate endeavor, because it is about some of our deepest needs: our need to be visible, to be heard, our need to make sense of our lives, to wake up and grow and belong” (read Bird by Bird, my creative writing prof recommended it and it’s so good).

But essentially, while I may have dips and pauses and plateaus in actually writing, I feel the need to write regardless. It’s just a part of who I am. And it will come out when I need it to. (Whenever that is 😅 although that probably doesn’t help much).

Do you have anything published (self and independent count) or a writers website I can check out?

I am super self-conscious about my writing, although I don’t think I’m the only one - it’s only been recently where I’ve had the courage to actually write with the purpose of sending off to submissions and contests, so I’m still very unfamiliar with that part of the writing world. The only “published” writings I have are fanfictions on Ao3 (shameless plug here HA-)

What's a writing goal you have for yourself?

I do have some writing goals that I am definite on aiming for: a self-indulgent novel or two (gotta give shout outs to people and I know I’ve got a few friends making grabby hands at me for a while now 😭😅), a few written gifts, and I want to try submitting to more lit mags and other subs. I know writing isn’t my main job goal - I could never make it my career and I applaud those who are ‘cause we need them - so my writing goals tend to be more paced as a meander towards those goals (slowly but surely… as soon as I work through that self-conscious anxiety and mortifying ordeal of being known).

I’m sorry for rambling a bit! I got excited 🤗 But it’s nice to see more of us out there!!

Is it cool to be nosy and ask how many subs y'all got for Being Aro? Curious about how many aspiring aro writers there are out there and maybe be able to build community together :D

I'm not 100% sure on the final number, but I believe it was around 40 or 50! And I would highkey support y'all making friends with one another! I'm nowhere near done reading submissions, but I think a lot of you would get along!

[dream-a-dream-for-me]

I HAVE AN ANNOUNCMENT!!

art calls you daddy if you peg him while he wears a skirt

that is all.

[sage-reads-things]

Them <3

[brushes-of-sage]

Ooooh, thanks for the tag @trisockatops!! (I’m assuming the first one was you on a different blog?)

Favorite color: a bit clichéd but dark purple and dark green lol

Last Song: I listened to a 10 minute remix of Linkin Park and it was an EXPERIENCE 😭💜

Currently Reading: “The Language of the Night: Essays on Writing, Science Fiction, and Fantasy” by Ursula K. Le Guin. My science fiction class in uni made me fall in love with Le Guin and her writing and I became fascinated with the way she explained her views on writing and our responsibilities as writers in art. I totally recommend it to everyone, especially writers and literature nerds

Currently Watching: No series at the moment (although I might start watching one with a friend soon), but I’m rewatching the Bayverse Transformers movies for Science™️ (i.e. I need to know if it’s worth it to buy the novelizations since my library doesn’t hold them and there’s no PDFs online - unless someone wants to slide me some 👀 - ‘cause I need more CONTEXT and CHARACTERIZATION we miss with the screen).

Currently Craving: Some good paletas de mamey. Unfortunately, home doesn’t offer any unless I wanna drive hours away for it 🥺

Coffee or Tea: Does boba tea count? I’m a sucker for some good taro boba tea 🧋

It’s been a while since I’ve done a tag game, so @jade-kyo @haleykim84 @crowscorpse @rangergirl3 @im-nice-but-i-dont-like-you @scoundrels-in-love @thecinn @kale-0017 @thanks-at and anyone else who wants to do it! Don’t feel pressured also if you don’t want to 😅😅

Get to Know Your Moots Tag Game

Thanks, @aliciadreaming ! :)

Favourite color: Depends on the day: blue, green, or orange. People tend to get me blue things, so it ends up being blue by default.

Last song: Anxiety by Doechii

Currently reading: Last finished: The Fear Doctor (book of horror drabbles). Haven't started my next read yet. It will probably be The Faithless by CL Clark, since I finally did the first book, unless the next InCryptid book is finally acquired by my library.

Currently watching: Cupcake Wars while waiting for new Ghosts episodes.

Currently craving: Fighting off a cold, so I don't have a huge appetite. I was craving chicken alfredo, so I ordered some for way too much money, but it was good, and I still have half left.

Coffee or tea: Tea for sure.

Tagging: whoever sees this and wants to do it.

[adleryoung]

Hello, my wonderful listeners, and a Happy New Year to you all. Are you ready for a fantastic year full of gripping tales of my adventures? I hope so! Now then, let’s get started- Pardon? Lana? She’s still gone. I’m sure she’s fine. The Kringle isn't all that bad, really. let's get on with the story.

(FWEETS loudly on his Wienermobile whistle)

As we walked along the road, our group approached a strange mel who was standing on the verge and mumbling to himself.

“All them creepers an ghoulies hidin everywheres!" he declared aggressively, as if it was our fault. "Well, sure'n they can’t a-get to me iffen I never stop movin.”

"This ol coot's about six bales short of a load," Burnside observed. "We'd best just pass on by an' pay him no mind."

"I object," Fiona objected. "People of this type have deep and mystical insights into the world around them, seeing and knowing things that regular folks never could. Behind his seemingly incoherent ramblings lies prophetic wisdom! Just like in all my favorite fairy tales- erm- completely true historical accounts masquerading as fairy tales to fool the common folk."

"Oh potentially wise sage," I addressed the unkempt lunatic, just in case. "Where is the nearest railway station?"

“Eh, wassat?" he remarked oracularly. "Train station? Nah, sir! Sure'n no good comes from them demon machines. They eats yer souls! Just like them pic-a-ture machines. Never catch me on one o’ them, begob! Ye should be thankful that the nearest train station, TO HELL might I add, is several towns away, about a three day walk if ye stops for sleepin.”

“Is there a faster route," Harriet inquired, "which we can avoid so the demon train doesn’t eat our souls?”

The old possible soothsayer scratched his beard and rubbed his jaw thoughtfully. “Well… There be a fork in the road a ways ahead. The left road is the one ye should be avoidin. Ye definitely shouldn’t take that road. Not only does it cut an entire day off the journey, hastening yer meetin' with the unholy powers o' devil-steam locomotion, but the road itself be cursed! Sure'n it passes many a haunted place, with creepers an ghoulies hidden behind every tree, under every stone, and down every privy.”

“Ew,” Basil remarked.

“Folks call me Old Man Mel, by the bye.”

“We didn’t ask,” Burnside politely informed him.

As we all briskly walked past the crazy old coot / wizened old seer, Rebecca leaned forward to speak to me.

“My lord, we’re not going to take the road he mentioned, are we?" she asked. "He made it sound pretty dangerous.”

“That old fellow is obviously barking at shadows," I stated confidently. "Unless he is truly blessed with prescient inner sight. Old folks like to tell wild stories for attention. Either way, I’m sure it will be fine. We'll save a day of traveling time.”

And I was right! While there were a few minor hiccups on the journey to Percysthorpe, the journey itself was pretty forgettable, so I’ll just breeze through it, mentioning only a few minor details.

After taking the left road at the fork, we spent a day walking before dusk forced us to stop so the witches could sleep. Luckily we found an abandoned cricket club next to a place called Ruby Lake. There were fully furnished cabins there, so we didn’t even have to set up a camp.

Unluckily that camp was the home of a huge, hulking wild man dressed in cricket whites with a bizarre face mask. He wielded his bat like a deadly weapon and tried to bash us all to bits. Burnside stabbed him, but her attacks only made the villain angry. He was unbelievably strong, but slow and not very stealthy. He always gave himself away with his lumbering steps, heavy breathing, and a bizarre telltale sneeze that went, “Ah-Ah-Ah Choo-Choo-Choo!” After chasing around the camp for a few hours, we lured him out to the lake where he fell in and drowned. After that, the femmes were able to get a few hours sleep, and I'm absolutely sure that oversized maniac is dead and no one will ever see or hear from him ever again.

At the end of the second day of our journey, the students once again needed to stop to sleep for the night. Fortune was smiling on us this time, for instead of a dingy old camp with a murderous fiend skulking around, we found a beautiful old castle that was the home of a very hospitable aristocrat and his three wives. He had a taste for the dramatic: When he answered the door, he made a big show of asking all of us to “Cross the threshold and enter of your own freewill.” He introduced himself as Count Feratu, and very generously invited all of us to spend the night in his castle. He even fed us dinner, despite the fact that he and his wives must have already eaten, for they didn't so much as nibble a single morsel the whole time! I suspected the Count had knowledge of magicks because he was immediately able to tell that three of our company were elves. He must have been a doctor as well, because he kept going on about how potent elf’s blood is. After the witches went to bed, Burnside went to explore the castle armory, and Rebecca toured the library, while I strolled through the halls and marveled at all the family portraits. The family resemblance in the Feratu family was astounding; every generation looked almost identical. If I didn't know better I'd almost have suspected them of being elves hiding in the lowfolk world. As dawn neared, one of the Count’s wives invited me to a “feasting room” where she, the Count, and the two other brides wanted to have a word with me. Since the Count had been so hospitable, I agreed without a second thought. When I arrived, the Count bade me make myself comfortable while he and his brides lit the fireplace. The room was pretty stuffy, and since he had instructed me to make myself comfortable, I decided to open the curtains and let in the morning sun and some fresh air. I knew something was immediately wrong when I smelled something burning. I turned and was horrified to see four piles of ash where the Count and his wives had been standing! Whatever method he had used to light the fireplace must have been very potent! To this day I feel a deep pang of guilt since he said he was going to light the fire for my comfort and was probably attempting a flashy Gramarye to impress me, when it backfired and incinerated the whole Feratu family. Not wanting to upset my companions with this grisly news, I came up with an excuse to leave hastily before breakfast. It was with a heavy heart that I departed Castle Feratu. That old Count was truly a gracious, generous, and kind soul. The world could use more people like him, Fuma rest his weary soul.

Not long after departing the castle, we finally arrived in a village with a train station. When we boarded the train, I was ecstatic to see Monsieur Heracles Parrot again. I introduced him to my companions and regaled him with some of my adventures since our last meeting. He was very impressed to learn that we were traveling to to a university and that the three witches were all, technically, junior scholars. However, our conversation was cut short when one of the train conductors ran through the carriage brandishing a scrap of paper and yelling "Somebody set us up the bomb!"

After subduing the hysterical fellow and getting the paper away from him, we read it and learned to our dismay that there was a bomb hidden on the train, and it would detonate if the locomotive’s speed ever went under twenty miles per hour! Monsieur Parrot and I leapt into action to find and disable that bomb before tragedy struck! Despite our best efforts to keep things quiet, word inevitably got out and panic spread through the train. Rebecca, Burnside, and the students had to prevent frantic passengers from jumping off the train to their certain doom!

Parrot and I finally found the bomb, and when the detective tried to disarm it he found, to his astonishment, the bomb was a complete dud!

"Zut!" Monsieur Parrot exclaimed. "Zis device is made improperly; it wouldn’t explode even if you set it on fire. Ze fool zat made it - hoh hoh - he has steamed ze explosive powder inside, rendering it completely inert. Sacre bleu! He is a buffoon!"

"Yes," I chuckled ruefully. "Imagine, steaming gunpowder. What sort of simpleton would do something like that?"

At the train station, I shook hands with Parrot and wished him luck tracking down this would-be bomber.

"Such a dunce, he will not be so easy to find, I think," the detective grinned. "But I shall persevere! Until we meet again, mon ami!" With a tip of his hat, he ambled away down the platform.

And so - after a long but mostly uninteresting journey, my companions and I had finally arrived at Percysthorpe.

[tamaharu]

well! tears of the kingdom was very fun to play. ill give them that. but the overall story was just kind of... incoherent and unnecessary at times? just long rambly run on paragraph below dw

like technically no story "needs" to be told, all stores are contrived in some way, etcetera, but this just felt silly at times. the story existed for the sake of the gameplay, which is fine, gameplay just isnt the priority, personally, so.. and then in terms of arcs, like. what was learned. i know technically botw was similarly gameplay-driven, but it had a story and purpose that was driving it that was much stronger, both general plot-wise and character-wise. the sages got to grow, but often only after they were artificially held back by the Apocalypse or whatever, if that makes sense. and for zelda and link. christ. i can handle zelda turning back into a human, but like, the link arm thing... i.. think that if you lose something, sometimes, for a full character arc, its necessary to have permanently lost that thing? you are changed by the plot, thats the point. maybe if there had been more work done to Get that arm/zelda back, but it was just like, a cool blessing they received for winning! yayyy! which means here, at the end of like nine months in real time of work, our main characters are... basically the same they were at the very beginning? zelda went through her time journey but how did that change her as, like, a person. she states she doesnt even really remember her time as a dragon, which like. come on now. whatever im just bitching now. it was fun to play! why didnt zelda recognize ganandorf in the past isnt that like her whole cause she dedicated her entire life to or something.

[brushes-of-sage]

Okay but like, are there any fanfics that highlight Optimus’ knowledge as a librarian/archivist? My mind goes back to those fanarts of TFP Optimus perking up over librarian stuff and I’m like…. I wanna see more silly nerd Optimus fics where he can’t help himself and must Elaborate.

[broke-ass-lookin-ass]

ahh to have a friendship so strong they can sagely agree with my most incoherent ramblings

sumn messy and goofy rq

og post under the thing

[sage-the-unwise]

i really really love that in watcher canon the ancients communally reared their children. though they (in my mind at least) lived in a regressive casteist technofeudal society, at least they did not experience the specific tyranny of the nuclear family and patriarchy as we humans know it today

[sageandginger]

@all-pacas okay so i’ve paused my game, i’ll be playing more in a bit i just had to put some stuff down bc i just did the whole big long conversation with Mr. Mohawk Muttonchops (who never introduced himself, by the way lol) and i wanted to give you my reaction to meeting him.

when he was on the stage talking about his sister i was like “:0 i know her!!” bc you’ve written so much about her. i DIDN’T know that she was alive? or does she die later? or something i thought she was dead from what you wrote about her but he seemed pretty convinced that she was the leader of his mercenary company and i’m inclined to believe him haha

i also wasn’t expecting that level of flirting. or any at all really, but that was a lot lol actually now that i think about it i haven’t played any game that i can think of that has an npc just straight up hit on you like that, that man was shooting his shot and aloy just did not mention it. (did she even know? like she had to know. i’ve never had anyone flirt with me like that either and i know lol)

more thoughts not about muttonchops: rost is gonna leave?! sir?!?! i want to know more about that, what his plan is (i know about how things end up after the proving btw, i just want to know where he was planning to go) i chose the dialogue option that was like ‘um you trained me to hunt and also i have a computer stuck to my face you’re not getting away from me that easily’ although technically i think it would’ve been smarter for her to not tell him her plan and just show up in two weeks like ‘hey nice place you’ve got here.’ (i also can’t deny that there’s a bit of me that worries that when he said “somewhere you can’t follow” he wasn’t talking about a change of location? but he could’ve just meant somewhere far outside the embrace)

i enjoyed getting more info about the world, the thing about the thirteenth king and the war and all that, plus the confirmation that the machines are getting more aggressive and new models are emerging (are they being made? either by an automated process or by people? or is there some grand ruin that’s been opened?) also the guy, Olim or whatever, who has a focus! it’s broken? or malfunctioning? or was that a lie and it was just a transmission or something? it seemed like it hurt him. i’m guessing that’s not gonna stay a mystery for too too long although i could be wrong. is he being mind controlled or something, that’s probably dumb but i feel like it being broken is gonna be plot relevant and that’s where my mind went.

i had other things but i’m ready to get back to playing, i really only did like fifteen minutes before i stopped lol (and also i forgot what they were). if there’s anything in particular you want my new-player reaction to lmk

[sage-reads-things]

HE BLOCKED THE SHOT!!! AND HE LOOKS COOL AS HELL DOING IT!!! THAT'S MY BOY!!!!!

[lunanami]

TRUST ME — kaveh .

with al-haitham as acting grand sage, he was naturally out of the house more. that leaves time for some rather unorthodox activities between you and your boyfriend.

notes : f reader, mirrors , squirting , praise , creampie.

wc : >1k

“better hurry, princess,” kaveh smirked, the smoothness of his voice a perfect compliment to the lewd echoing of skin slapping against skin in the room. “he’ll be home soon… and you know how painfully punctual that man typically is,”

you weren’t too sure about how your boyfriend had managed to convince you to let him take you on his roommates’ bed, though the blonde had always been one to have a way with words. so much so that now, you were on your knees, tangled in al-haitham’s grey, silk sheets whilst kaveh rammed into you from behind. one large hand held both of your wrists behind your back, using the hold as leverage to bury himself deeper and deeper into your warm cunt.

he watched intently as your ass jiggled with each bounce, his ego inflating a tad more each time you squeezed his fat cock. the position that he had you in also allowed for kaveh to have almost complete control over you and your body. occasionally, he would bend down and whisper tender praises into the shell of your ear, reminding you how delightful your pussy felt wrapped around him, and how well you were for taking all of him.

"that's it," he rambled, "gooood fucking girl. . . best pussy ever, you hear me? so fucking perfect. . ."

each syllable of praise made your cunt flutter around his thick cock, especially when kaveh's balls collided with your puffy clit. "are you gonna cum for me, princess?" he cooed, "wanna cum all over haitham's sheets? make a pretty mess f'me, darling?"

"please. . ." you begged, "wanna cum on y'r cock... please, please, please,"

kaveh grew cocky at your repetition, using every ounce of his strength to lift your body so that your back was flat against his chest. he shifted his arms to hold you in place, continuing to fuck you as he did so. one of his arms snaked its way up from your stomach and to your face, gripping your chin and forcing you to take a look in the full-length mirror that rested opposite the bed.

"sweet thing," he hushed your pleasured cries, "such a mess already, aren't ya? y' wanna cum so bad, don't you, pup? keep watching, wanna show you how pretty you look f'me,"

his hand then trailed its way back down, teasing your pebbled nipple with a light tug before settling on your oversensitive clit. kaveh's digits massaged loose circles around the puffy nub, his lips finding solace against the sweet spot on your neck. "beg for it, princess," he mumbled against your skin.

you merely whimpered, words having fled your pretty little head a short while ago.

"already that far gone? 's okay, i've got you. just let go for me, alright, sweetheart?"

kaveh's lithe fingers sped up, though his thrusts grew sloppier. you muttered short semblances of phrases, with him finding your incoherence completely adorable. a couple of taps to your clit had you squirming, yet your eyes remain on the mirror — ever the obedient soul. the man managed to decipher from your babbles that you were about to cum, and with you in such a state of mind you would undoubtedly fall hard.

"go on, cum f'me, princess," he cooed. you saw white lights as you squirmed in kaveh's hold. your cunt clamped down around him, gushing all over his roommates sheets. he continued to fuck you through your high, shooting thick ivory ropes into you shortly after.

kaveh held you as you calmed down, knowing how much you valued being close to him afterwards. he wiped away any tears that had fallen, rambling soft praises into your hair as he kissed the crown of your head.

"love you," you spoke, reaching for kaveh's hand to hold.

"i love you too, my darling," he smiled back at you, "feeling okay?"

you nodded. not many people got to see this side of the architect, with his cocky exterior now deteriorated and leaving behind the most genuine, gentle man that you'd ever met. he held onto your hand as he stood up, admiring the mess left behind. not only was his cum dribbling out of you and beginning to pool on the sheets, but due to the grey material, you could see the exact spot where you'd squirted all over the place.

part of him wanted to leave it for al-haitham to find, though the small yet rational part of his brain decided to spare you the embarrassment of such confrontation. he went to go and grab a washcloth, though before he could even exit the room, he heard the front door begin to unlock. oh, he was really in for it now.

[svnoohe4rts]

why am i crying at your sweet note? it's like our baby is finally grown up and leaving for college. okay time to cry cry. LETS GAUR~

all Sunghoon wanted to know was if you were okay.

I WILL NEVER BE OKAY, YA HOE

He hadn’t cried in years, yet there he was; standing on a dimly lit street, tears leaving his eyes as he desperately tried wiping them away using the sleeve of his shirt.

asdfghjk i guess i feel bad ugh

Your phone turned off, refusing to accept reality - refusing to accept the fact that it had all been nothing but a lie.

ugh this hit a little too close to home. we all had our emo days and yeah, turning off our phones and not wanting to face reality is just it.

Sunghoon making you believe he actually felt something towards you or Jake not telling you about the bet in the first place.

): this ugh i hated high school boys so much because YEP! similar situation smh

Jake quickly realized you weren’t going to reply, letting out a small sigh as his gaze left your side profile only to meet his own shoes.

I HAVE A BONE TO PICK WITH YOU, JAKE!!!!

With Jake’s hand intertwined in yours and the spring breeze hitting your face, your heart felt lighter than it had done an hour earlier; all thanks to Jake.

UM EXCUSE ME? YN you can have sunghoe! JAKE COME HERE DHAJHSAJ

the words of you being spotted holding hands with Jake reached him.

my entire body laughing and shaking at sunghoe!!!!!

You’re being petty.

JAY PUT A RING ON MY FINGER RIGHT NOW! Matter of fact, I'll go put a ring on his finger

‘’What the fuck, Y/N?’’

Was the only thing Sunghoon let out as soon as the door opened.

NO U WTF, SUNGHOE

What he needed was to stay right where he was, with you. He needed to stay with you before he lost his mind.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH INSERT INCOHERENT NOISES SHAKJAK SAGE YOU DID NOT FUCK MY HEART OMG MY HEART LEGIT LEAPT OUT OF MY FUCKING CHEST AND DROPPED T_T I don't want you sunghoon, GTFO

fighting the urge to slap him across the face.

let me volunteer!!!!!

"You’re fucking miserable Sunghoon, does this feed your ego? Did breaking my heart feed your fucking ego?’’ At this point, you were rambling.

okay me crying because holy shit, i wished i had done this back then BUT IT'S OKAY

He wanted to grab you, pull you into his chest, and just let you cry. He wanted to apologize, he wanted to kiss your forehead and tell you over and over how sorry he was; that breaking your heart didn’t feed his ego, that he never meant for it to be this way.

SHUT THE FUCK UP, PARK SUNGHOON T____T im in my moment, let me fucking cry, hoe

But as you covered your face using both your hands, he could no longer fight the urge to pull you into his chest.

I AM ON THE FLOOR, DO U HEAR ME?!

Leaning down, his lips met yours; his hand still caressing your cheek.

uh i just left town bye

your whole neck on display for him.

brb choking myself

‘’I hate you,’’ You mumbled between kisses, causing yet another groan to leave his lips. ‘’I know baby, I know,’’ He mumbled as he pulled away

SAGE I AM SUING YOU FOR THE PAIN IN MY HEART FML @_@

‘’I’ll fuck you hard if that’s what you want,’’ He hissed, his tip brushing against your g-spot.

i just fainted and cant get back up. I SAID SHOW ME HOW SORRY NOT FUCK ME HARD WTF

maybe, crossing paths with Park Sunghoon wasn’t so bad after all.

SAGE MAJOR WHAT THE FUCK? you dont get to run. COME BACK HERE!

first things first, holy shit, i am so emo??? and then I got all gushy and giddy because sunghoe's sorry ass came to apologize!!!! afterwards, I guess the love making made up for it -_- I STILL HATE HIM ugh once a hoe ALWAYS a hoe!!! T-T I just wanna punch him but also hug him at the same time. i cant stand his stupid pretty ugly face. this was so good, sage. SO FUCKING GOOD!!!!!!! i cannot wait for game over because huhusadhajskdjak ok bye

GENIE I’M FUCKING WHEEZING AT UR REACTION PLEASEEEEEENSNSB

first of all YES LITERALLY?? like off she goes to college </3 i’m lowkey sad it’s over like this is our baby fr

FIRST OF ALL NOT LAUGHING AT HOON CRYING IN THE DARK?!/!!/ GENIE PLSSSS i literally CACKLED when i read it bc same i wrote it while rolling my eyes bc why tf are u sad hoe. u don’t have the right to be sad.

also y/n can keep sunghoe we literally do not want him anywhere near us thankfully jake and jay r still single 💍 don’t be shy now jakey pookie come over here

THE “uh i just left town bye” AND “I SAID SHOW ME HOW SORRY NOT FUCK ME HARD” IM FUCKIFN CRYINGGGG GENIE IM ACTUALLY CRACKING UP I SWEAR TO GOD UR REACTIONS R ALWAYS THE BEST U NEVER FAIL TO MAKE ME LAUGH

& to finish things off, as genie once said, ONCE A HOE ALWAYS A HOE !!!! sunghoe will never learn and he’ll probably break y/ns heart AGAIN . i just didn’t have it in me to give them a sad ending </3 she should’ve ended up with jake

THANK U SO MUCH FOR UR KIND WORDS GENIE MY LOVE <3 i’m super excited for u to read game over, now that sunghoe is gone it’s time for fratboy hoeseung…. i don’t think we’re ready for this :’) I LOVE U HOE THANK U ONCE AGAIN FOR HELPING ME OUT without u bed of lies part four would’ve never happened 🫶🫶

[theoriginalladya]

Dinosaur Brain

I have the most amazing friends, I swear!

The following ficlet evolved out of conversations about Rhys Shepard and Grunt and dinosaurs ... and then it had to have some commissioned ART, too!  Fabulous art by @thepixelagora​ who somehow managed to take my incoherent ramblings about this and turn it into the absolutely most perfect picture of events!!!!  Thank you so much for lending me your talents!!  

There is more to this story, but it wasn’t quite working how I wanted, so the rest will come later.  In the meantime, have the madness that started it all!!!

The story can also be found on AO3 here.

~~~

Rhys drops into an empty seat and starts eating immediately, his focus less on the food and more on the datapad in his hand. Across from him, a chair squeaks and shadows flicker in his peripheral vision.  Still, he pays little heed to the disruption until…

“You going all dinosaur brain?”

He would prefer to flat out ignore the question, but there are times that’s worse than responding to it.  Rhys doesn’t bother to look up from the pad.  “Not this again.”

Kaidan’s chuckle of amusement drifts across the table. “What?”

“You know what.”

Kaidan leans over and stabs a piece of Rhys’ meal, retreating quickly.  He chews with a thoughtful look in his eye, then swallows.  “Tell me honestly, when have you never been thinking about them?”

“What’s a dinosaur?”

The table wobbles as Grunt slams his tray down and sits next to Rhys.  This time, it’s Kaidan who is taken aback and Rhys whose interest perks up.  “You want to know what dinosaurs are?”

“Here we go,” Kaidan mutters, rolling his eyes and reaching for his coffee.

Rhys ignores him and turns to face Grunt. “O’Keer never imprinted them on you?”

Grunt shakes his massive head back and forth. “What are they?”

Rhys peeks over at Kaidan, his blue eyes sparkling with delight.  “Translated from the Latin, the word means ‘terrible lizard,’” he explains.  “They are creatures that lived millions of years ago on Earth.”  He grabs his datapad, pointedly ignoring the sputter of choked laughter from Kaidan, and scrolls to the end of the device before passing it over to Grunt.  “This is a Triceratops.  About eight meters long and three meters tall.  They are known for having three horns on their head; one long one above each eye and a smaller one over its nose, as well as a large frill made out of bone.”

Grunt examines the picture on the datapad then glances back over at Rhys.  “Looks like a mighty warrior,” he concludes with a sage nod.

Rhys grins.  “Actually, they weren’t the fighters.  Not unless they were attacked, of course.” He takes back the datapad and sets it aside.  “The real fighters were the Velociraptors and Tyrannosaurus Rex.”

“You know,” Kaidan muses as he sits back in his seat, “I’m going to tell Wrex you’re calling him a tyrant again.”

“Oh, shut up!” Rhys hisses over at him.  He spends the next several minutes explaining about the two different dinosaurs to Grunt before he reaches into his pocket and nabs the Deinonychus claw he always carries with him.  “This is from a much smaller dinosaur, similar to the Velociraptor, called Deinonychus.  I found this on our family’s ranch when I was a kid.”  

Grunt takes the claw and squints at it, holding it up to the light and tilting his head.  “Doesn’t look very dangerous.”

Rhys chuckles.  Pushing his chair back, he stands and lifts a hand to about chest level, just above his elbow.  “They were only this tall when adults,” he explains.  “A smaller version of the Velociraptor, if you will, but older.  They were also very bird-like.”

“You know, Shepard,” Garrus comments from down the table, “if you keep making references like that, I’m going to start taking it personally.”

Kaidan almost spits out his coffee.  Rhys just grins as he retakes his seat.  

Grunt, however, stares at the datapad.  “So, what did you do with them?”

Kaidan starts to laugh uncontrollably.  Rhys kicks his leg beneath the table.  “We didn’t do anything to them.  They died out over time, long before humans were around.  We’ve spent centuries searching for their bones, fossilized in the earth.”  

The krogan sets the datapad down.  “Too bad.  I would have liked to go up against one of them.”

 ~

 A week later, while on duty in the CIC with his attention focused on planets, minerals, and potential prothean ruins, Grunt comes thundering his way through. “Shepard!”

Caught in the middle of running a scan, Rhys cannot give the krogan his full attention, and calls back over his shoulder, “Yes?”

Grunt makes some sort of disgruntled sound. “Shepard, what’s a ‘shark?’”

With his fingers flying over the haptic keyboard, Rhys’ reply comes automatically.  “Water dinosaur.”  A heartbeat passes, and he thinks about what he said before turning around to find the krogan standing there, a piece of paper in his hand.  It is an image of a Great White shark.

Kaidan is just exiting the cockpit and happens by during the conversation.  Giving Rhys a bemused look, he replies, “Really?”

Rhys shrugs back at him, but Grunt grins, a spark of delight in his eyes, and turns back toward the lift, chuckling in his usual, deep, rumbly manner.  It’s quite adorable, even if it does leave both men scratching their heads.

 ~

 Late in the Collector mission

Stops at the Citadel are opportunities Rhys never ignores.  This time around, however, he isn’t tracking down prothean specialists at the university or the archives, but shopping.  He returns to the Normandy a few hours before required, not surprised to find the CIC nearly empty as he walks through, bags in hand.  What does surprise him, however, is when the lift doors open and Kaidan steps out.  The other man sizes up the current situation and his hand shoots back out to hold the doors open for Rhys.  “What are those?” he asks, nodding at the bags Rhys carries.

Hopping inside, Rhys shrugs.  “Books.”  

Kaidan chuckles.  “Obviously.”  He reaches into a bag and tugs one free.

Sighing and rolling his eyes, Rhys clarifies.  “On dinosaurs.”

The switch from amusement to… well, whatever the look in his eyes is now – half bemusement, half irritation? – is instantaneous.  Kaidan drops the book back into the bag without looking at it and slams his hand on the buttons.  “You need a fucking lab, I swear.”

Rhys chuckles.  “I tried, but Mordin won’t share.”  He’s the first one through the doors when the lift stops outside of Kaidan’s cabin.  The new arrangement works out better than expected, at least until this topic comes up in discussion.  “Besides, these aren’t for me.”

“No?”  Kaidan swipes his hand over the door’s interface.  “Who?”

“Grunt.”

Almost as if he’s listening in to their conversation, a soft, “Hehehehehe,” whispers through the walls of the ship as they enter the room.  

 ~

 2186, Citadel, during the Reaper War

While Kaidan heads off to do Spectre things, Rhys makes his way to Huerta Memorial Hospital.  After the incident on Mars and his time spent there, the desire to visit isn’t exactly thrumming inside of him, but Grunt is now a patient there, and it’s more important to check on how the krogan is doing.  Wrex’s assurances that Grunt is fine aside, Rhys decides to check in on him anyway, just to be sure.  Kaidan promises to meet up with him as soon as his responsibilities are taken care of, hopefully in time to visit the krogan as well.  

Entering the critical care ward, Rhys notices not much has changed in the weeks since his departure.  In many ways, it reminds him of the rest of the Presidium at the moment; hiding the true nature of what is happening in the Galaxy outside of the Serpent Nebula behind common, everyday things like Blasto movies, home redecoration conventions, and the latest varren races.  Nothing like sticking their collective heads in the sand.

Rhys enters to find Grunt sitting up in bed.  There are makings of a few scars – two across his face, another on his upper left arm, and one more across the broad expanse of his chest – but he appears greatly improved since receiving his injuries on Utukku.  As Rhys enters, Grunt slowly turns his bandaged head in his direction.  His voice is on the weak side, but there is an urgency to it that confuses Rhys at first.  “Shepard.”

Rhys takes that as permission to enter, removing his cowboy hat in the process.  “Hey, Grunt. How’re you doing?”

Grunt ignores the question.  “Shepard, what’s a kakliosaur?”

Startled, it takes Rhys a minute to digest the full question.  In the space between, he pulls over a chair and takes a seat.  “It’s… a krogan dinosaur, I guess,” he replies after a time. “Remember the Triceratops? Akin to that, I guess you could say.”

An added spark of life brightens the krogan’s blue eyes.  “Krogan had dinosaurs?”

Rhys chuckles but nods.  “I would point out that krogan are dinosaurs, but yeah. They had creatures very similar to Earth’s dinosaurs.”

Lying back, Grunt’s eyes close, but he manages a small laugh as he drifts back off to sleep.  “Hehehehehe.”  Rhys takes his leave a few minutes later.

After catching up with one another, Rhys and Kaidan reboard the Normandy.  Halfway through the CIC, Rhys announces, “We have a mission.”

They’re just passing Traynor’s station and she hands Kaidan several datapads.  Absently, he replies, “I know.”

Rhys sighs.  “A new one, I mean.”

That, apparently, is enough to catch the man’s attention, and he glances up.  “What?”

Using his chin to point to the galaxy map, Rhys continues, “We need to go to the Phoenix System.  It’s… important.”

Kaidan frowns.  “What the hell are you talking about?”

A grin slips across Rhys’ face.  He can’t help it.  “We are going dinosaur hunting.  Krogan dinosaur hunting, to be specific.”

The blank look in Kaidan’s eyes as he blinks owlishly at him makes it clear he has no idea what Rhys is talking about.  Either that or he thinks Rhys has lost his mind. Maybe both.  “Check your messages.”

There is a hint of apprehension in his steps as Kaidan walks over to his terminal and retrieves them.  “Shit!”

Rhys tips his hat just a bit and turns toward the elevator.  “See? Told you.  Anyway, let me know when we get there.  I know the director of the museum.”

He’s just stepped onto the lift and pressed the button for the cabin when Kaidan calls over, “Have I mentioned you’re a menace?”

Rhys’ grin widens and he winks at him.  “Not this week…”