#sage★

[art-missy]

It was easy for you to avoid Sage after an operation. She was always waiting at the exit of the aircraft hangar to check on any potential hurt agent. You just had to avoid the corridor she always used and rushed in your room. There, you had all the time to patch yourself up alone and peacefully.

You often did that and nothing ever diverged you from that routine. It was simple : ending an operation, coming back in your room, patching yourself up, waiting for your self-healing powers to awake by themselves and do the rest of the work, then eating.

Then why could you hear Sage knocking on your door while you weren't even done taking care of your injuries ?

"Are you there ?" she asked.

You looked up at the door, an annoyed scowl present on your trait.

"What do you want ?"

Ever so soft, Sage's voice reached your ears very clearly.

"I heard from your teammates that you were hurt. I want to check on your injuries."

You didn't even try to conceal the exasperated groan that escaped your throat. But of course, it didn't seem to deter her. On the contrary, it seemed to fuel her determination to help you even more.

"What are you doing ?" she questioned.

You looked down at your first aid kit and the needle and the thread planted deep in your skin, in the process of closing your wound. In fact, your first aid kit was a bit more than that. Most of the supplies present in it could normally be found in an ambulance vehicle. It wasn't your first time picking a needle and a thread to patch yourself up after an operation, and you knew it won't be your last time. It wasn't a big deal for you anyway. Your self-healing abilities were slow, but efficient.

"Knitting," you answered casually.

"Could you please interrupt your activity so I could check on you ?"

"Don't wanna. Go away."

You did not expect her to respect your wish, but she did. You heard her steps moving away from your door as you let out a relieved sigh. Your routine was briefly interrupted that day, but you could resume it very easily.

Which was not the case the other days.

One day, instead of waiting at the first exit of the aircraft hangar like she usually did, Sage waited right at the exit of the VLR/T.

Annoying but easy, you just had to take the other exit.

Another day, she was waiting at the second exit of the aircraft hangar instead of the first.

Once again, annoying but easy, you took the first exit and rushed in your room.

A wall suddenly raised right before you in the corridor ? You took a turn and made a detour.

It was easy for you to avoid Sage, but it wasn't easy for Sage to let you avoid her. So when you found her one day right in front of your door, you didn't stop the loud and deeply irritated exhale from escaping your lungs.

"I just want to check on you," she said calmly.

"And I just want you to leave me alone," you hissed. "Is it that hard to understand ?"

You saw her eyes staring at the wound on your shoulder —wound that was already very slowly closing itself— and the twitch in her fingers.

"I can help."

"Doubtful," you shook your head and pushed her out of your way. "Go find another injured agent and stop wasting your time with me."

[the-uraniumverse]

hhhiii gang….

idk of i wanna make a blog for them or anything but i still wanan show people my ocs so hhhhey…

THEY LOOK SO SILLY OMGG !! i love them already 😭

your artsyle is so soft bakery cookie core nom

[kittygamer2888]

Just a little thing i did back in February

+Bonus:

This was just a WIP i never really got to finish, so i might as well show it instead

[sweetheartsaku]

BLOSSOMS! ₍ꕤᐢ..ᐢ₎

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i'm so sorry if you didn't want to be @ !! :(

[stayliquid]

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[ch4rryc0smos]

DID YOU BURN DOWN THE HOUSE TO EXCUSE ALL THE PAIN YOU WENT THROUGH / AND IS IT BETTER NOW THAT YOU'RE GONE ? — FORGET ABOUT US | CLINTON KANE.

── . 𖤐 ❝ S A G E H E C T O R V A L E N C I A . ❞

⿻ — xxviii | cancer | infj | british-american(?) 🧶

appearance ; pale skin with summer freckles, mole under the right corner of her bottom lip, emerald green eyes with central heterochromia, 5'7 [170 cm], thin build with strong forearms and calves, scars over most of her body, most visible on arms and thighs, dimples on one side of her face, more visible than the other dimple. ombre [brown-blonde] hair, curtain bangs that have grown out a little and blonde part of her hair dyed blue. long, layered hair, now overgrown.

beliefs ; whatever life throws at you is just another trial, maybe from god, if there is one, maybe from mother nature, you don't know, probably never. humans are feeble beings, and like blackholes, can collapse from within; from the simplest misguidance.

⋆ ─ anything that is alive, or has once lived; has the ability to turn evil, if it so much as wills. ⋆ ─ the world never stops for you, and all you can do is move with it, unless you want to be left behind.

personality ; gentle, intuitive, vigilant, observant, meticulous, collected, diligent, careful, inquisitive, proactive.

positive traits ; compassionate, selfless, empathetic, kind, accountable, notices other's emotions & fluctuations in behaviour[s], fast learner, quick to cover up for others, quick-thinker.

negative traits ; anxious, bottles up their emotions, skeptic [has trust issues], struggles with boundaries, overworks, cares too hard, thinks she have to always be the one to rely on, can't accept her negative emotions, has unhealthy coping mechanisms, brutally honest sometimes, severe overthinker, finds it hard to let go.

quirks ; fidgets all the time | stutters when nervous | bounces from heel to heel when waiting in queues | gets louder and faster when talking about passions | has an oral fixation | tilts her head when they're focusing | taps her foot unconsciously when trying to focus. | tends to go statue still when honing in on senses | gets quieter when worried | tries to act boisterous and confident | bites lip when nervous.

likes ; nature, psychology, sociology, anthropology, freedom of speech, anarchy, deep conversations, late-nights spent with those they care for, real food, biology [many branches of it], history, gardens, aquariums, deers, red pandas, art of living, knowledge, economics, sal fisher.

dislikes ; arthropods, heights, loud noises, narrow-mindedness, extreme temperatures, snobby people, arrogance, dishonesty, being under pressure, confrontation, disorganised places, being treated like a slave, devourer's supporters, liars.

deepest secrets ; doesn't actually have a will to live and if she's used as a sacrifice, she'll accept her fate. she thinks that the only way she can be remembered is by servitude, so she finds no worth in her personality.

⋆ ─ thinks her personality amounts to nothing and until she does something for someone, they'll forget her. ⋆ ─ wishes she could've ended the devourer's and their plans, and works towards it, sometimes she still think her friends only like her out of pity.

── . 𖤐 ❝ B A C K S T O R Y . ❞

PERFECT little sage valencia is born to her mother, a blessing from the devil, for the devourers, their perfect little blessing, the only instance they'd ever use this term, otherwise it's unholy, but she'll be the only holy thing they'll ever embrace, and they'll do it with pride. because she'll be the reason they ascend, won't she?

she grows up hearing about the great things her father has done, and how she'll be the perfect successor, she doesn't even know what the word successor means until she suddenly has to leave behind her posh, but lonely life. she moves to the tiny town of nockfell, tightly-knit, nothing like what she's used to, but has to get used to.

the whispers follow her around, they won't stop. they don't. she doesn't know anyone, but they know her, and only a few years after moving in to this god-forsaken town, she meets a little boy by the name of travis phelps, explosive, not like an explosive, rather; like a nebula.

they grow close, he's scared, she doesn't know enough, perfect, because they bear the brunt of the devourer's expectations. sage thinks he'll be the successor because she finally knows what it means! but one faithful(less) meeting confirms that no, it's her. she's the forsaken one, the perfect guinea pig to be controlled by her fragile strings.

as the years pass, she's learnt to detach from it all, act like she isn't real. the only times she feels real is when she's leaning against the gravestones at the cemetery behind the church, and travis is fiddling with sandwiches or his sweaters, or the rare, cigarette. he doesn't smoke though, just stares at the weird thing between his fingers.

sage is far too bothered by the wars waging themselves in her mind for her to care. they talk, only occasionally, and they never mention it again, but they do it, again, and again. until fifteen. at fifteen, a new person, well, a few new people enter her life, or maybe they've been there for a while, but she's never experienced a connection as close as this.

along with ashley campbell, todd morrison, and larry johnson (all of whom she's always known through her detours to the addison apartments; her haven when hell is her home), she meets sal fisher. a boy that looks like he might be out of a dream, but has lived a nightmare. and something about the way she learns that he's intertwined in the devourer's dirty business makes him seem endearing to her.

and he is, he truly is. especially when she first talks to him, and it's like a spark is ignited. everything that happens after that, it's like they've been through it together. and to some extent, they have. once involved with the devourers, always involved with them.

to the point that she starts regretting him. he's always deserved better, and gods forbid she's the reason he loses his life. when she finds out the cruelty he's meant to be facing, she makes it her goal to save him.

she will.

── . 𖤐 ❝ C U R R E N T. ❞

IF only she'd done something. it felt like it'd been years since she last saw him, but it was just a few months ago that she was sitting with him in his room at his house. that they thought they could finally do something, be someone(s).

but they're nothing, and no one. he's been in that awful prison, for months. she can't believe it's only been a few months. she feels like she's been deprived of him for months. she misses him. nothing feels the same. she doesn't even want to commit to her cause as much as she used to.

all because he's gone. and every day, the doom, and the exhaustion catches up to her more. especially without, him.

sal fisher has been incriminated wrongfully, and it kills sage to even think about it. she feels pathetic, but she needs to do something, something more than writing letters she wishes she could give him because every day without him, with the fear of not knowing how he is, gets her even more antsy.

she's no longer the respected, looked upon successor of the devourers that she once might have been, she's just sage. a messed up woman, a teenager still fighting somewhere in there. and one of these days she'll be nothing more than a sacrifice. she's not devoted like travis is, she's not fighting back on the front lines, she slithers in the back, tries to find ways into the cracks threatening to break open.

she wants those dams to break. is this why she's been told she's like her father? because at heart, she's just violent. without him at least. when he's not there to ground her, when his warmth isn't there to consolidate, she spirals. she spirals downwards.

and to be fair, the world does too. in all the time sage and sal spend apart, the world gets ever gloomier. the plague spreads, it's everywhere, the darkness seeps through walls. is he okay? has it gotten to him?

all sage can do is hope, hope against all odds that she's strong enough to last until she has gotten rid of it. she doesn't care for what becomes of her then, only what remains of the world.

she works, tirelessly, searching, and doing all she can. for him.

will she ever succeed?

── . 𖤐 appears in blood sport [wip].

★ ; sally face how i missed you (can't work on my wip for it until december thanks to studies!!). i finally managed to introduce her, trust a work will be released from its cages soon enough. her and sal are pure tragedy, so have fun chat. <3

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[incandescentia]

I briefly talked about this with Liri for her fantasy verse! Jinluo is basically a Nurse Joy NPC who would pop in the starting city/town to sell healing based items and foods in her pharmacy, but then somehow would pop out in another - same person and all (instead of being another identical Joy), maybe with little changes to the shop exterior. If you buy a dozen of healing potions from her, you will get an additional bonus meatbun or rice cake that can heal you for 500 HP--

[adr1annn]

WELCOME!!

This is a post for those who want and are interested in asking questions! I do have some rules and hope that you can follow them!

Allow me to show yall the canon ages for each character (STOP!! character in white are characters that I haven’t talked about!!)

Viper - 18 (08/14)

Lilith - 16 (02/29)

Sage - 17 (10/17)

Hunter - 19 (12/23)

Lt. Lastimosa - 46

Adrian - 45

More coming soon!!

What can I ask??

Be creative! You can ask me or them anything to what the plot of the book is to what they like and dislike! I will have specific tags for them so you can easily find them!

NSFW is allowed but most like won’t post it!! I’ll give yall a big fat warning just in case—

I’ll edit this post along the way as the book gets bigger— please don’t be scared and ask me anything!!

[doyouknowwhoyouare13]

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HI BB!! I'm okay!! How are you?? AND THANK YOU!!!

[art-missy]

"Can you make zombies ?"

Sage froze her movements and raised her gaze from your injury to look at you with a lost expression.

"Excuse me ?"

It wasn't the first time you asked her these kind of questions. However, she will never get use to it. It seemed like you were particularly inspired when you were wounded.

"Well, since you can revive people and all that, what if you could do something in between ? Like, reviving but not really reviving."

She momentarily wondered if you had lost too much blood. Or if you had breathed the new plants Skye was gardening a little too much. She focused back on your still bleeding injury with a small sigh and resumed her ministrations.

"I am very doubtful of zombies existence."

You hummed, your feet momentarily swinging and she had to stop your movements to focus more on your injury.

"Well, I've seen Brimstone on a sunday morning and he could make anyone believe in their existence." you said with a shrug.

Sage's eyes raised again to look at you with an almost exasperated glint.

"Plus, if a being like Omen exist, why not zombies ?" you added. "I'm saying that respectfully, of course. No diss to Omen. He's a cool knitting cutie patootie."

She found nothing to respond to that, so she just resumed on disinfecting your wound. While she sometimes found your trail of thoughts amusing, she could not help but worry that someday you might submit to those crazy idea that ran free in your mind.

"I'll ask Viper if she could make me a concoction."

"Please do not."

[the-uraniumverse]

info from tha speadsheet … :3

(eve’s ‘catchphrase’ is “life’s too short to be worrying about all that.”

so organized how ☹️ teach me your ways

[star-koos]

stream aoty 🫶

[phantomtrax]

IM GOIGN TO DIE

[stayliquid]

closed starter for @gldnhour !!

"if something was wrong, i would tell you. you don't have to keep asking."

[masivechaos]

margoooooot i loooove youuuuu !♥️

saaaaaage i looooove youuuuuu tooooooo <3