#saged app

[whosthere54]

Thinking about the duality of endstone reset Icarus “I don’t need to be fixed” Morningstar and third reset Icarus “after learning about me not being, entirely, me I need to work to fix everything I do wrong and fix myself to make up for the fact that it’s me” Morningstar

Just thinking about in the first reset Icarus when under corruption would always insist that they don’t need to be fixed. That this is how they were and nothing could change that. In the third reset, Icarus generally keeps that same mindset- but theres also that theme of fixing. Of them needing to be fixed because something was wrong with them. Of them needing to be fixed because their eye wasn’t *theirs* and that blood wasn’t theirs and-

And their death- being something fixing them. Fixing- getting rid of- the problem. Because they were a problem, and they were supposed to fix those. Icarus’s whole thing about fixing everything they’ve done just proceeds to extend to themself- thinking they need to be fixed that they’re broken or wrong because something in their head doesn’t seem to be quite right even if you ignore the eye not being theirs.

I just. Care. About Icarus and thinking they need to be fixed in particular.

[dakotaawolven]

TVD/TO Phone Wallpapers I made. Feel free to use!

[mizukagami-takamagahara]

It is very likely that Ringo Akagi is one of the most powerful characters in the greater BB/XB franchise, and almost certain that she's one of the most knowledgeable about the greater magics of her world.

As a member of the Mercury family and the Ten Sages, her magical abilities and know-how must be on the same level as Nine's.

Additionally, she's implied to be one of the greatest members of the Sages, as when she left the organization, they reserved her seat for her; in hopes of her return, and in acknowledgement that she could not be replaced.

The only other character to be granted this honor is Relius Clover in his tenure as One.

[firstfullmoon]

does anyone have an ereader and read lots of poetry and/or pdfs on it and if so which ereader would you recommend

[isacksteban]

Untitled 5 — Aleix/Max

Max’s heart raced as he lay beside Aleix, their bodies entangled in the quiet aftermath of another night spent together. The room was bathed in soft, early-morning light, casting long shadows across the bed.

Everything was still, except for their breathing, the only sound breaking the silence. For months, this had become their routine — stolen moments of passion, whispers in the dark, where they could pretend, for just a little while, that nothing else existed beyond the walls of the room. They found solace in each other’s arms, the outside world falling away each time their bodies met. But it was never enough, not for Max.

As Max gazed at Aleix, still catching his breath, he felt the familiar ache return, the one that always followed. It settled deep in his chest, a gnawing emptiness that grew each time he had to walk away. The ache of wanting more, of wanting Aleix to himself. It was a painful contradiction — the closeness they shared, the intimacy of their touch, only served to remind Max of what he couldn’t have. He wanted all of Aleix, not just the fragments he was allowed to hold onto in these fleeting moments.

Max had fallen hard, and he’d fallen fast. He knew it the moment they first touched, the moment Aleix’s steady hands had drawn him in, fingers brushing against skin that felt too warm, too electric to resist. It wasn’t just lust — though the chemistry between them was undeniable, an almost magnetic pull that kept bringing them back together, no matter how hard either tried to resist. It was everything Aleix was: older, confident, grounded in ways that Max wasn’t. A father, someone who had a family with Laura, even if that family was just a cover for the truth they both shared.

Max couldn’t deny the pang of envy he felt every time he watched Aleix with Mia and Maxie. The way his face softened, the way his arms enveloped them in hugs that seemed to protect them from the world. Maxie and Mia might have been part of the facade, but the love Aleix showed them was real, and Max envied that tenderness. He wanted that love for himself, more than anything in the world. He wanted to be the one Aleix came home to, the one he held onto in the quiet moments of life. But every time he let himself dream of that possibility, the reality came crashing back.

Aleix was conflicted. He always had been. Max could see it in his eyes, could feel it in the way Aleix sometimes hesitated before their lips met, or how he would pull away just a fraction too soon. He saw the way Aleix looked at him, with wide eyes full of an intensity that both thrilled and terrified him. It wasn’t just lust between them, but something more. Max could feel it every time Aleix touched him, every time they shared a lingering glance across a crowded room. But something held Aleix back, something that always seemed just out of Max’s reach.

Max had been through so much already, more than most people ever should. He’d spoken to Aleix in quiet moments about his father, about the abuse he endured. Aleix had listened, his face unreadable but his hands always gentle, as if he was afraid to break Max even further. And then there was Kelly — the woman who had once been everything to Max. She had used him, too, just like his father had. The scars from that relationship ran deep, leaving Max raw and vulnerable in ways that Aleix feared to touch. Max was still so young, only 21, and Aleix couldn’t shake the feeling that he was treading on dangerous ground. He didn’t want to take advantage of Max’s vulnerability, no matter how much they both wanted each other.

Yet here they were again, tangled in each other’s arms. The air around them was thick with unspoken words, words Aleix had been avoiding for months. He knew what Max wanted, could see it every time they were together. But he wasn’t sure he could give it to him. Aleix’s life was a complicated web of lies and half-truths, carefully constructed to protect himself and his family. And Max, with his openness and his intensity, threatened to unravel everything.

Max shifted beside him, his head resting on Aleix’s chest, his fingers tracing absent patterns over Aleix’s skin. The silence between them was heavy, pregnant with the weight of all the things they weren’t saying. Max’s touch was soft, but there was a tension in the way he moved, a hesitancy that Aleix recognized all too well. He could feel Max’s heart pounding against his ribs, could feel the way Max was holding back, as if waiting for Aleix to say something, anything, to make this easier.

But Aleix couldn’t. He didn’t have the words. All he had was the crushing sense that, no matter what he did, he was going to hurt Max.

“Why won’t you leave her?” Max’s voice was soft, but Aleix could hear the edge of desperation. This was always how their nights ended. The weight of the question lingered in the air like a storm threatening to break, and Aleix could feel it coming, just like every other time. He hated this moment, hated the inevitable confrontation that followed the passion.

Aleix sighed, running a hand through his hair, already exhausted from the conversation he knew was coming. He could still feel the warmth of Max’s body beside him, but it wasn’t comforting now. “Sweetheart, it’s not that simple.”

“It is,” Max insisted, sitting up fully now, his bare chest rising and falling with the remnants of frustration bubbling beneath the surface. His eyes searched Aleix’s face, pleading for some sign that this time, things would be different. “You don’t even love her, not like this.” Max’s voice dropped, quieter now, his fingers tracing delicate patterns over the Spaniard's chest. Each touch was soft, intimate, but it carried the weight of everything Max was holding back. “You said it yourself.”

Aleix turned away, unable to meet Max’s gaze. He hated the way Max’s words cut right to the heart of things, exposing the truth Aleix had been avoiding. He didn’t love Laura, not like this. Their marriage was built on lies, a carefully constructed facade to keep up appearances, to shield Aleix from the world that would never understand him. But it wasn’t about love — at least, that’s what he kept telling himself. “It’s not about love. It’s about—"

“About what?” Max cut in, his voice rising in frustration, spilling over the edges of the calm he had been trying so hard to maintain. “The twins? They don’t even know, Aleix. I can be there for them, we can be happy.” His voice cracked, and Aleix felt it like a knife twisting in his chest. Max’s vulnerability was laid bare, his heart exposed in a way that made Aleix want to pull him close and never let go. “But you’re choosing to stay in a lie, with her, when you could have this.” His hand pressed against Aleix’s chest, right over his heart. “You could have me.”

Aleix’s chest tightened. The air around them felt suffocating, like the walls were closing in, and all he could see was the pain in Max’s eyes. He had told himself a thousand times that this was just a fling, something temporary, a way to forget about the complications of his life for a few stolen hours. But seeing Max like this, so open, so hopeful, made his heart twist. He wanted to give Max what he was asking for. He wanted to say yes, to let everything else fall away and hold onto Max as tightly as he could.

But every time he looked at him, he saw the boy who had been broken by his father, the boy who was still healing from someone the same age as Aleix. He remembered the nights Max had confided in him, sharing pieces of his past that still haunted him, the scars left by people who had taken advantage of his vulnerability. Aleix couldn’t bear the thought of being the one to hurt him more.

“I’m too old for you, Max,” Aleix said finally, his voice low, as if the words were being dragged out of him against his will. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”

Max shook his head, his eyes welling up with tears that he fought to keep from falling. His voice trembled with the effort to hold himself together. “Don’t do that. Don’t act like I’m some stupid kid who doesn’t know what he wants.” His voice cracked, raw emotion spilling over. “I’ve known for months, Aleix. I want you.”

“I don’t want to take advantage of you.” Aleix’s voice was pained, and Max could hear it, but it didn’t make the words hurt any less. He could feel the weight of everything Aleix wasn’t saying, the fear hiding behind his careful facade, but it didn’t change the way it tore at Max’s heart.

Max’s hands balled into fists, frustration and pain bubbling to the surface. “Then stop sleeping with me!” His voice was louder now, the vulnerability replaced by a sharp edge, hurt spilling over into anger. He pulled away entirely, sitting up and yanking the sheets closer to himself. “If you don’t want me, if this is just... if I’m just too young, then stop. But don’t sit here and pretend like this isn’t what you want too.” His voice trembled, a mix of heartbreak and anger, and Aleix felt his stomach twist with guilt.

Aleix closed his eyes, feeling the weight of Max’s words settle over him like a suffocating blanket. He wanted Max. He wanted him in ways he couldn’t even explain, in ways that went beyond their physical connection. But every time they got close, that guilt clawed at him, reminding him of everything Max had been through, telling him that he was no better than the people who had hurt Max before.

“I’m sorry,” Aleix whispered, his voice barely audible. It was all he could manage, the only words that felt safe to say in the face of everything he wanted to say but couldn’t.

Max stood, grabbing his clothes with shaky hands, each movement sharp and filled with frustration. “No, you’re not,” he said, his voice cold and distant now, a stark contrast to the warmth they’d shared just minutes ago. “You’re just afraid. Afraid of being with me because it would mean leaving your perfect little life behind.” His words were harsh, each one a dagger aimed at Aleix’s heart. “You’d rather keep pretending, keep hurting me, than face the truth.”

Aleix opened his mouth to argue, to say something, anything, but the words wouldn’t come. He could feel Max slipping away from him, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to reach out, to stop him. The door closed behind Max with a soft click, and Aleix was left alone in the quiet, the air heavy with the weight of everything unsaid.

His heart ached, the pain settling deep in his chest as he realized that in trying to protect Max, he had only pushed him further away.

[woodbees]

Japan Sage Market by aaaaaadrian Via Flickr: Japanese market in Salt Lake City. Amazing little store with delicious goodies and awesome goods from Japan. Fun fact, Post Malone loves this place! www.instagram.com/sagefarmmarket/p/BtnRV1nninb/

[pickastitch]

exploding tumblr. give me notification for when ppl answer my asks

[amaru-sage]

Probably predictable af/everyone has thought of this but I get the feeling that the final FINAL boss of FEH is gonna be that Alfaðör dude

[punk--alien]

🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️

[stevengrantshubby]

if rwby was even more silly these guys would do idol stuff on the side

[scarecrow-in-a-hatake]

If I go on a date with you, will you bring the dogs from your profile picture?

...What profile picture?

[damienthepious]

New sage!Damien chapter upppppp but i'm too eepy to post proper. Go go go go read n comment

[yoursminehourss]

you did not add The Thing to pinned

i know its cus i fell eep😴

[thenerdymouse]

Well, today I'm switching to IbisPaint X cause I was like working on Mobian Sage and Sketchbook. My previous art app suddenly didn't let me check the layers. I'm going to remake Sage the Kitsune and make it possible better than her unfinished sketch

I'm sorry for it being sideways. This will be better. I'll probably reblog the finished product later.

[take-a-quill]

❝ I’d say… lovely, I think? ❞

[appsartstash]

OC-tober Day 16: Food

I couldn't for the life of me settle on something to draw for this (and I wasn't really happy with anything I tried), so instead you're getting some written stuff. Specifically, the prompt reminded me of two different story scenarios, so while I'm not going to be overly formal about it, I'm gonna talk about them under the cut.

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Out of HayWire's main four, Sage is the team cook (and who I had initially wanted to draw for this prompt). It's something they picked up while traveling, and it just ended up getting more usage after moving in with the rest of the team. Considering none of the others are nearly as competent in the kitchen, everyone appreciates having someone willing to deal with food.

(As for the others: Envy can follow a recipe and knows a few simple ones but can't improvise to save her life, Volt was definitely surviving on microwave meals and the occasional restaurant visit when he lived alone, and Vesper is just used to others doing the cooking.)

Their first morning after moving in with the team (which had been just Envy and Volt up to that point), Sage decides to make breakfast but soon realizes that Volt doesn't have much more than cereal and some granola bars, so Sage picks up some extra stuff (and then more stuff as he gets ideas) and returns to start cooking.

This all happens before the others wake up. Due to worldbuilding-related reasons, Sage just generally doesn't need as much sleep as most others do, so when Envy wakes up and finds out just how long they've been up and around, she's reasonably concerned.

(Envy, however, is also the team glutton, so a well-made breakfast is more than enough to distract her, and Sage not being completely exhausted later in the day helps confirm that it's not a problem.)

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The other notable story that has a definite team cook is Neon Lights. Bo acts as the cook aboard the ship the main cast travels on, the Scabbard (despite also being the quartermaster). It's a far more reasonable job when it's just the crew onboard, but a good portion of the story involves others traveling with them, so making sure there's enough for everyone gets a bit difficult.

Everyone tends to eat together on the main deck, so Bo can at least make adjustments to how much he makes based on who always has leftovers and who's never full.

One thing along those lines he notices is that Dezzy (the youngest of the main group, who the Scabbard's crew has essentially adopted) always ends up asking for more, and Apollo (one of the non-crew members traveling with them) always offers her his food. Bo's pretty perceptive, though, and he notices pretty quickly Apollo's doing this mostly to be nice and isn't actually getting a full meal.

Bo doesn't want to bring too much attention to it, since he doesn't want Dezzy to feel guilty about it and doesn't really know if Apollo's aware he's even doing it, so instead he just... makes sure he and Apollo are chatting while he makes meals and gets Apollo to taste test things.

Bo could definitely do it himself, but he plays it off as wanting a second opinion, and after a while it's just understood that Apollo's the kitchen assistant now.

(Bo confronts Apollo about it eventually, it's just tangled up in the other things he's dealing with, so Bo's willing leave it be while Apollo sorts some of the more obvious stuff out.)