#sage rambles incoherently

[brushes-of-sage]

sillies to combat the angst of season 2

[sage-the-unwise]

ok so here's my running list of reasons that rain world is so alluring to the queer/trans demographic:

creatures

protags with the o.o face

supercomputers

scrunkly scrimblo men

sad women

a group of characters who would live in a queer housing collective in portland

??? (eldritch monstrosities)

aliens

existential nightmare

pit full of mysterious liquid

[sage-reads-things]

Them <3

[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.

[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.

[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 🫶🫶

[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

[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…”

[sheirukitriesfandom]

I wrote a little otp ficlet thing centered around Rashkan, Savos, and their bed... Maybe because I often write at night idk. There are 26 letter based ficlets under the cut. I'll probably post them to AO3 after polishing them a bit. Two of them contain some mildly referenced nsfw, but I'd say they're overall safe for work/teens (unless they're really sheltered)

Awake

I should be asleep, Rashkan scolded himself, yet there he sat, tucked into the covers, having just reached chapter three. At this pace, Savos was going to hear all about "The Anvil Ambassador's Amorous Adventures" in the morning.

Blanket

Not this time. Rashkan rolled around, holding on tight to the cosy covers. No, this time, Rashkan was not going to yield. This time, the blanket belonged to him.

Cuddle

If there was one thing Rashkan looked forward to the most every night, it was the comfort of gentle ashen arms around him. And the whispered "I love you'' when Savos thought him asleep.

Dream

Dreams were a strange thing. One night, Rashkan dreamed he and Savos settled down in a house by a lake. The next, he woke up with a desperate craving for sweet honey pudding - dreams, either way.

Entertainment

For the longest time, Rashkan had thought of beds as little more than the place where people went to sleep or make love. The scattered dice and board game pieces proved otherwise.

Food

Rashkan smiled as he approached the bed, quiet as a mouse. He could not wait to see Savos' face; what better than being woken by the delicious smell of tea and freshly baked bread?

Gossip

If Rashkan had learned one thing about Winterhold, it was that life there was pretty boring. So, when the Dragonborn was rumoured to be among the new students, Rashkan could not stop himself from turning pillow talk into gossip.

Hunger

Sometimes, late at night, Rashkan was scared of himself. Hunger was a chained beast, but all too often, beasts chafed at their leash. In those moments, it was best for Savos to sleep alone.

Intimacy

Rashkan did not dare stir. Legs entangled with his beloved, he lay silent, relishing the warmth of Savos' bare skin against his own. He closed his eyes. Just five more minutes.

Jelly

Rashkan stared at the purple fingerprints. For all his alchemy skill, Savos could be remarkably sloppy. Rashkan sighed. How did one remove Netch Jelly stains?

Kiss

Sleep did not come easy to Rashkan; vampirism was a better stimulant than any potion, and while Savos' goodnight kisses did not work miracles, they were the cause for many a sweet dream.

Lavender

Savos always smelled of lavender. It was a mystery Rashkan had long hoped to unravel, for neither his soap nor his potions matched the smell, and what little lavender grew in the garden was not enough to so potently cling to the archmage. Only when he first let his head rest on Savos' pillows did Rashkan finally find out.

Massage

Undeath did not mean immunity to pain; Rashkan learned that a long time ago. Yet, he seemed to forget whenever he was writing. Exhausted, his back hurting like that of an old man, he collapsed onto the bed. Soon, Savos' skilled hands would knead the pain away.

Noise

Ever since they started sharing a bed, Savos' nightmares had gotten better. Maybe that was the reason why the noises he made still caught Rashkan off guard. Usually, it was just incoherent rambling, but that particular night, Rashkan thought he could make out a word - although he did not know what a "Morokei" was.

Occupation

"Get out," Savos ordered, glaring daggers at the mer occupying his bed. The entire bed. Rashkan shook his head and pointed at a stack of official-looking letters collecting dust on the archmage's desk.

"Letters first."

Philosophy

What was it about nighttime bringing out one's inner philosopher? Rashkan was sure that, even if all the sages and wise men in the world got together and pondered the question, they would not be able to solve the riddle. Perhaps it was for the best; Rashkan enjoyed those nights he and Savos spent debating the uncomfortable implications of bound armour and weaponry.

Quiet

The college was always a quiet place -save for the occasional explosion-, but at night, the silence was almost maddening. Gently humming Ragnar the Red, Rashkan turned the page.

Revenge

"Revenge is a dish best served cold", or so the saying went. Smirking, Rashkan turned to the softly snoring hoard of stolen blankets and shoved his icy feet under the covers.

Strange

Rashkan had seen many strange things. Undead, Daedra, onions as big as his head, and yet, he had never been as perplexed as when he found the archmage hanging halfway off the bed, his hair brushing across the floor with every loud snore.

Temptation

Everything was perfect: the candles lit, the petals scattered, Rashkan stark naked and perfectly poised for a night of passion. Now, all he needed was for Savos to arrive.

Uptight

Rashkan did not pay any mind to appearances - or so he thought. If the tension falling off him when his head hit the pillows was any indication, he had a lot to come clean about.

Vampire

People said vampires did not need sleep. They also said vampires could be scared off with garlic. If any of them saw Rashkan snuggled into the sheets, they would believe the most efficient weapon against vampires was an alarm bell.

Winter

Winterhold's name was perhaps the most descriptive in all of Skyrim, for Winter had an inescapable hold on the small town - and the archmage's quarters. Despite three blankets in total, Savos was shivering. Rashkan knew he was not much help - his body was lukewarm at best. Nevertheless, he pulled Savos closer. Better lukewarm than cold.

Xenophilia

Whenever the topic of his and Savos' relationship came up, a multitude of uncomfortable questions hung in the air. By all definitions, vampires were undead; some were even rumoured to be little more than reanimated corpses. If anyone were to ask, Rashkan doubted he could give a clear answer.

For Savos' sake, he hoped nobody ever could.

Yawn

There was a certain amount of tranquillity to the sleeping archmage; his aged features snuggled into the soft sheets resembled a painting by some unknown great master - until he opened his mouth to let out a loud, hearty yawn.

Zest

Savos could not hide his astonishment: instead of the good old green, his bed now sported a lively lemon colour complete with embroidered leaves.

"What have you done?" Savos asked, still unable to close his mouth.

Rashkan shrugged.

"I added some zest to this bleak old place."

[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]

yo how fucked up would it be if i just like posted excerpts of a video essay script im working on about rain world and blade runner and the biotechnological sublime and the complexity of the artificially constructed human subject

[sage-reads-things]

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

[synoxshots]

~DARTH MALGUS FLEET DATACRON HUNT~ 28th/29th November

hi guys! now I’ve pulled myself together (massive exaggeration) I’m getting back on it with organising the HUNT

this will be taking place on either Saturday 28th or Sunday 29th November!

so to gauge when and where we’re gonna do this I’ve created a couple of strawpolls so that if you’re interested we can try and figure out the time that works for all of us, and get an idea of where people have their characters. 

it doesn’t matter what class you bring, though Sages/Sorcerers are useful for pulling group members, and Guardians/Juggernauts can jump up to them so they will be handy. But I have characters levelled of all of those so I’m more than happy to lend a Sage/Sorc if we need more people who can pull. There are also some bits you need to pick up before we start, from Alderaan and Corellia, I’ll run through that once we’ve got dates started but worth noting at this point too.

* * * STRAWPOLL ONE * * *

This is to decide which fleet we’re going after - if you’d rather Republic side or if you’re a filthy Imperial. You can vote for both if you want to join but you just really don’t mind which.

* * * STRAWPOLL TWO * * *

This one is, admittedly, massive. I’ve tried to cover all the times I can do on that weekend (as you will notice, not much is going on in my life so it’s almost every time). These are rough times and there’s a bit of flexibility either way, but need to get some way to know when we’re all online. I’m UK based so these times are GMT and based on UK ‘day’ hours (i.e. when I’m awake and likely to be at my pc). Please vote here for all the times you think you’d be able to do and then the most popular will win! 

I’ll leave these open for voting until this weekend (21st/22nd) and then make decisions of what we’re going to do.

Please only vote if you’re on the Malgus server, and only vote once - I mean, come on guys don’t be that person. 

Ummmm yeah I think that’s it! Leave a comment/hit me up if you have questions that I may or may not be able to answer (I haven’t done this either of course! So it’s blind leading the blind!) and feel free to spread the word! I’ll have this post pinned to my page as well until the next update so it won’t get lost in my swathes of incoherent ramblings. 

Happy hunting guys! 

[obscureoperations]

hey martin kinnie here can u please write something about the reader like helping martin thru a panic attack that lead to him hurting himself i understand if this is too personal or weird lol love your writing and hope you’re well xx

*nods in solidarity* Oh man.. I typed this up pretty quick, but this got me right in the feels. pretty short, but hope it’s alright. Tw blood mention and self harm

The silence was nearly deafening over the sound of static airwaves. You wished he would just say something. Anything to let you know that he was alright. Instead there was this strange quiet hum as Cuda’s voice resonated over the line from the kitchen. Sometimes, you wondered how he managed to stay in that house. The man’s default volume was “loud”. 

“Martin? Please talk to me love?”

 There was a small sniffle over the line, he would never understand how much relief the sound alone caused. His voice was so incoherent, thoughts jumbled--he spoke in fragments, at one point you didn’t know if he had taken something. Your thoughts began to race trying to imagine what Cuda might have in the medicine cabinet. Or worse-- could he have injected himself with something?

He was rambling, spinning off all four cylinders, he kept reassuring you how much he cared about you. How he was so sorry that he was ‘bad’.That you deserved so much better. At one point he was laughing, you started to become really concerned. You had talked him through episodes before but this…

He rambled on about how it had been a really long time for him. That he was really starting to grow tired.He though that people were right outside his room, he had already barricaded the door. He claimed that he could smell them burning sage and frankincense-- that there was rotting egg in his eye. 

His voice was nearly unintelligible when you first picked up the phone, you were so worried, you almost raced right over. But still, you knew that would only make things hard for him. If only the old man would just leave! You really began to panic when he let slip that ” it hurts”

What hurts Martin?”

“My arm…”

Your heart began to race once again as  images filled your brain. The last time, there was so much blood. All over the sink, the bathtub, the bathroom floor. If you didn’t help him clean up, Cuda might have disowned him. That may have been a good thing. You distinctly remember the next couple days, you remained close by his side. He assured you that he was fine… you even popped up at work to discreetly help him in the break room. You assured him that you didn’t want to meddle, you just didn’t want him to tear the stitches. It was always worse the next day, no longer running on pure adrenaline and sedatives. Depending on how hard you pressed down it was a chore to simply move your arm. The skin around the wounds remained swollen and bruised. 

“Martin… What did you do? Do you need me to clean up?”

“I-ts fine… I just need to sleep now.” He sounded so tired. In the brief moments that he stopped speaking, his words had become  extremely slurred. You wanted to scream, maybe just call the ambulance, but you already knew how that would end. 

You put down the phone as you reach for your shoes, knapsack, and wallet. You were going over there, you already knew to scale the tree. You would carry him over your shoulder if you had to. You already began to formulate a story in your brain if you ended up taking him to a hospital. You would never allow for them to keep him there, he couldn’t bear it. They just needed to get him stitched up. You had attempted to do so yourself that one time via his instructions-- his arm remained bruised for weeks. 

“Martin… hey are you there?!” Your heart continued to pound against your rib cage.

“H-here.. y/n..” I’m okay…” he whispers

His voice sounded so small. 

“Martin.. You’re not going to leave me right?”

“N-never y/n…” He sighs almost dreamily.

“ I couldn’t bear it… Just please stay awake for me. I’m coming over!”

“ ‘kay” he whispers

The wind hits your face harshly the moment you step outside.  Leaves danced around your ankles as you began to sprint towards Martin’s house.  

[superpowered-disasters]

The one to be forgotten

Alone. Cold, and squishy. The floors are white, but yellowed with years. The padded walls are too close together but so far away. He can’t move. Jack can’t move. The floor is mockingly soft, too cold and foreboding too sleep on. He lay on his back, staring hazily at the padded walls. LOUD It’s all so loud and yet so eerily silent. The screaming and crying and incoherent ramblings. The anxiety, the insanity, we want so desperately to just die. In the quiet. The silence so still he can feel his pulse in his ears. The air is stale and sickly, smelling of vinyl and chemicals. The bulb above is steady and unchanging. A harsh white glow beating down on him all hours of the day. So here Jack lies. On the floor so hard yet soft; strapped up in a straitjacket. They already used whatever willpower they had to try and knock down the door. That damn door. The door of false promises. The door that beckons him to leave, to just get up and it will all be fine. You can go home! It says mockingly. But all Jack can do is stare.

Jack has almost made it out before. He learned a trick which made him feel so smart. He thought he was a step ahead; he could finally show dad! He dislocated his own shoulder to escape the straitjacket. It worked! It worked, he was free! Jack could go home, he could sleep and he would be okay. He wouldn’t have to hear the noise, noise NOISE. All the screaming and agony, the mental anguish surrounding him. The chaos thrumming in his mind, washing over him again and again like waves of the rising tide. He was so close, Jack was almost out, he held his throbbing arm and pounded the door, kicking and punching it. He yelled to be let out, “I did what you wanted! I escaped! Please let’s go home!” But father walked down the hall and looked through the small window, “You have not escaped Number 5. If you are going to be so childish as to throw a tantrum in a locked room then at least do it quietly.” And he left. Father walked back down the hall and shouted, “4 MORE HOURS.” Number Five kept yelling until his throat became hoarse. Kept pounding at the door, pleading to go home. Crying, sobbing just wanting to stop all the thoughts that weren’t his. All the wants and needs and knowings of people it feels like he is, but isn’t. People who don’t even know he exists and yet somehow are taking over his whole being. People in pain and are confused, people who can’t even remember themselves. But that was before. Here Jack lies, on the cold hard floor. Silently he waits to be released from this hell. This silent prison that no one cares about. The boy no one cares about. Was he ever Jack? Jack was someone who was loved. He was loved and cared about by his siblings. Jack was someone who was trusted. Jack was someone who the others liked. Here Number Five sits in his own mind. Five is adrift in the thoughts of those is this god forsaken hospital. Number Five is not loved, or missed. His siblings continue to play without him. His siblings are afraid of him. They don’t want him to Know them. They don’t want Number Five to Know what they’re thinking. To Know their secrets. So here is the boy left forgotten. Sitting in a cell. Unable to move. Unable to speak. Unloved, unwanted, and not to be missed.

                                                        ----

The disgusting door finally opens. Number Five doesn’t even flinch. He is awake, but not there. His eyes glassy with disinterest. The fog behind them betraying the muddy waters of his brain. His own thoughts tainted by hours upon hours of others’. The click clack of Father’s shoes as he takes purposeful strides towards the door rattle through Five’s head. “What are you doing? Get up! Go get one of the nurses to take that thing off.” Father was angry today. Number Five figured it was because of him. He didn’t try to escape today. Father was nicer when he tried to escape. He slowly clamored to his feet, shuffling slowly out the door. He tripped and fell flat on the cold tile floor. Five’s head made a loud ‘thunk’ as it hit. He’s not sure when he fell asleep, or when he got home.

Number Five awoke in the Academy infirmary. Mother hummed sweet nothings by his bedside. What was she singing? He couldn’t tell. Five can’t read Mother’s mind. It’s comforting. To have someone who he knows is very real to not have thrumming thoughts intruding on his own.

Wait, there are some. At first like a tickle. A whisper in the back of his mind. Five turned his head to see Sage in the doorway. Mother was saying something to her. Number Five smiled, and he tried to say, “Hello”. A gentle invitation into his own mind for his sister. But he felt her recoil, a look of pity on her face.

Oh. No one likes a snoop. No one will ever miss the one who Knows their secrets. The mere presence of them dangling the threat of Father knowing them too.

Once again the boy sits. He lays in the bed warm and comforting, and yet so cold. So lonely and tired. Mother holds his hand to comfort him, but it lacks the familiar thrum of emotion. Just a cold, lonely, silence.

There the boy lies. Surrounded by love and yet completely alone. Alone in a bed that is still not his own.

Isolated, silent, and forgotten.

[offtopicoverload]

Out of interest, how do you usually go about creating an OC? As I’ve got so many, yet hardly anything about most of them, apart from Alecto of course.

Super long, bear with me as I ramble incoherently to try and get my point across

So I can make connections between names and people really easily, like if I hear the name Emma, I kinda know what she looks like already (short, brunette, hazel eyes), and that she’s quieter and sweet and a bookworm, yknow

But it’s especially easy for plant names, which is one of the biggest reasons I use them, for the immediate visual they provide. I have an abandoned doc of fic ideas, but I still go back to it when I need a new MC, cuz there’s a list of plant/flower names at the bottom that I draw from

So I tend to take a name and immediately have a general idea of appearance and personality that I tend to further develop based on both LI and plot. So I have two Talia and two Marisol MCs, and the primaries came about based on the pairing, whereas the secondaries came about based on what the plot of a fic required.

I’ll use Willow and Dahlia for examples, just cuz I like them and just did headcanons for them

So when I first saw Willow on a list of plant names, my mind went “coiled hair, shorter, curvy, dark skin tone, standoffish, and stubborn” cuz it reminds me of a willow tree in both it’s appearance and the stability I associate with it. I probably went through a few different names and the images associated with them before settling on Willow, because her and Elisa fall under an “opposites attract” category I have. It basically means that I think Elisa would benefit from being in a relationship with someone vastly different for her cuz she’s such a dynamic and extra character. So Willow, her opposite, was decided to balance her out essentially. I don’t think someone like Hazel, who’s just as outgoing, would work, or even someone like Ivy, who’s pretty vain, or Lilac, who’s wild and a partier, because I think in one way or another, they’d fuel Elisa’s competitiveness, however unintentional. Elisa would try to outdo all of them, and that’s not a healthy dynamic. But Willow’s not like that. She’s understated, stays out of the spotlight, and is far more likely to reign Elisa in than egg her on.

So that’s one way I’ve come up with MCs, and is typically my main way, by trying to either even out the LI (Elisa), match their energy cuz I think they require some level of deep understanding (Marisol), or meet them in the middle if they’re not particularly extreme or wouldn’t benefit from either of the previous dynamics (Priya).

As for MCs that come around out of necessity for the plot, I’ll use Dahlia. I knew in TYL that I needed the MC to have seriously fucked up, but not be unforgivable. If Violet had cheated, it would have been thought out and definitely not a mistake, cuz Violet thinks things through and is (overly)cautious and anxious. So Violet was out right off the bat, but now I needed someone else. I needed an MC that had a habit of getting caught up in their emotions, but was also very regretful after the fact, so Marisol leaving her fiancé was entirely unbelievable. So I went through a few names and the associated images, and landed on Dahlia. (Sidenote- Sage was originally named Dahlia, but it was too similar to Talia, so I changed her up a bit, which meant I already knew a lot about Dahlia and her recklessness). But I also wanted Dahlia to have some chemistry with Marisol, so I adjusted her accordingly, making her super understanding and softer than my first draft of her in BoC. So Dahlia exists to fill a plot point of somewhat accidental cheating, but adjusted slightly to also match Marisol in a way I think would make a good relationship.

As for headcanons and backstories, I tend to pick a few things I think would either be central to their character, or just find interesting and would like to see. Dahlia being trans? That was purely cuz I wanted a trans MC. Violet being Argentinian? Purely cuz I love Latin America. Hazel being a therapist? That was a significantly later development based on her character and the maturity I made central to both her character and her relationship with Priya. Lilac having silver/grey hair? Purely cuz I love that aesthetic. Ivy being vain? Provides later plot points and explains away everyone in the Villa being into her, cuz she wants them to be, and tries to get them interested.

This is a really long and roundabout way of saying I have a bunch of vague ideas I pick from based on the relationship dynamic I think would be best for each individual LI, and then further develop to make sure that dynamic is there, as well as based on the plot I’m following. It’s also the reason I have so. fucking. many MCs, I can’t see Willow with Talia, or AJ, or Cherry, etc, she’s Elisa specific, same for nearly all of them. (The only exception is a new MC who’s dropping in the next few days that I might try using for any other S3 one shots I do, just to try it)