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OH MY GOD SAGE THE KEEPING UP WITH STAR RAIL-- PHAINON AND THEN HIS CHARACTER PREVIEW AHHHHH

would it be believable if i said i actually jumped and squealed when i saw the notification???

HI AERIS sorry im off the apP Yes I DID !!! HES SO GORGEOUS IM SO EXCITED FOR YOU AND THE OTHER PHAINON ENJOYERS!!!

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had a thought. acc idk if this is good jump me

edit: holy shit i edited this but it didnt save so re-edited hi guys

"anaxagoras?"

his hand had barely made contact with the cold metal of the doorknob, stuck in place the moment he caught your voice. the flamechaser turned to face you, his face conflicted. "where are you going?"

your hair is a mess, likely in a rush to get out of bed the moment you got up. his words feel stuck in his throat, his fingertips still lingering on the knob. "dove."

the seriousness in his tone makes you worry, but also understand. there's always been something special between you two, the gift to understand one another with just a few words.

but it killed him to think you were so quick to accept it.

that he was leaving—and this time, he's not sure he can promise that he can come home.

"...it's not too late, you know that?"

in just a few steps, you're standing infront of your husband, taking his left hand into yours and playing with the ring on his finger. "i can keep you here, hide you away from the world burning down around us." your breathing is uneven, and it kills him to feel just how much your shaking. "all you have to do is choose it."

bringing his hand to your lips, you press a trembling kiss to his knuckles, a last ditch effort to change everything.

to make him stay.

"any other time i would've let you talk me out of it." anaxagoras moves his hand to cup your cheek, bringing you close with a single deep breath. "but not this time, you know i can't." he whispered, forcing those words out of his lips, because he knows he'd mean it if he said he would've.

and he knows he shouldn't. "i love you, dove. i really, really do. live a good life, a long one. fulfill the dreams we vowed to achieve together, because i'll still be here. you just won't see me anymore."

"i love you, anaxa."

"you'll forever be the first and last to ever hold my heart, dove."

the door clicks shut behind him, and the tears he's held in for too long has already begun to blind him. he wants to go home, and it's behind a door that he knows he won't go through again after tonight.

through his blurry vision, the glint of his ring catches his attention. slowly, yearningly, he kisses his knuckles with a forced sob.

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Don't rush yourself, Sage! Take your time, we'll always be waiting (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

- 🐢

thank you turtle anonnie :(( so kind to me, ive decided to love turtles more ily (*･ω･*)

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have you deleted all the anaxa reqs? :c

good morning annonie! and no i haven't, just working with a lot of short phainon reqs :) most of anaxa's are very story buildup heavy and i am a tad too lazy Σ(´∀｀；) sorry guys

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sorry for the relatively lazy, short, and layoutless posts (@_@) i'm not performing up to my usual standards, which isn't bad, but it does definitely suck since i pride myself on consistency! i'll see you all soon when i'm hopefully better... kisses and hugs, everyone!!

looove love you!!

— sagie ♡

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why do i feel like pahinon and angel are 100% the types to listen to silly songs and do even sillier dances in their living room

absolutely adorable req!! ♡ i get so giddy when people request amphoreus men and use their readers respective nicknames <3 i love u guys (sorry, a bit off from the req since theyre in the kitchen!)

song they're dancing to: a little dream of me

"hmmmm.." your boyfriend began to hum, making breakfast as he proudly had his hair as a mess—noticing how your head lifted in curiosity. "stars shining bright above you" phainon continued with a smile, the pancakes halfway done as he sees your grin, catching on to his litte tune. "night breezes seem to whisper I love you" oh, how terribly cliche. phainon making you a loving meal, while you're sitting on a high chair by the counter, as the two of you sing what is likely one of the sweetest songs in history.

"birds singing in the sycamore trees" his voice, sweeter than the honey he pours over the freshly plated pancakes, serenade you into bliss. the worries of tomorrow can't reach you here, it's just you, phainon, and the morning after. <3

"finish the verse for me, angel?" phainon winks, sliding over the plate of pancakes as you roll your eyes, knowing you'd fall for that charm of his over and over again. "dream a little dream of me"

"say nighty-night and kiss me" proudly adorning a 'kiss the chef' apron, the loverboy holds out his hand to you like he's asking you out to dance. "just hold me tight.." you hop off your seat, taking his hand with that smile he'll go weak for every time. "..and tell me you'll miss me."

and now together, even if raspy and ever so exhausted, you and phainon harmonize together. slow dancing in the kitchen, foreheads pressed together, as the world goes quiet with nothing but themselves and the music between you both. "while I'm alone and blue as can be.."

"dream a little dream of me" and phainon pulls you in, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

"good morning, my angel." <3

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hiii!! i love ur writing its so cute ohgggggh☹️☹️ can i request for phainon with a reader that has so much love for him that they get cute aggression on him? like them squeezing the hell out of him n squishing n pulling his cheeks😞

hi anonnie, thank u sm :3 <3 sorry this is very simple!!! i hope u still like it (@￣□￣@;)！！

"you're so pretty, it isn't fair."

phainon is a happy boy, having you sat on his lap—as you dote on him for being pretty. and it's not like he doesn't know that, there's a reason he has such an intricate skincare routine.

your hands cup both sides of his face, playing around with angles as you tilt his head here and there. so all he has to do is give you the sweetest smile and you're weak, pressing those kisses that get him all soft. "thannkkk you, angel." his voice drips with nothing but love, with a hint of need.

best believe he whines when you pull away, though he catches that you've got some weird look in your eyes—like you're studying him—as if he hasn't told you everything you could ever know about him.

"hm?" "nothing just.."

your hands squish his face, and he makes a noise about it. oh gods.

"cute.." now you may look like an ethereal being but now it feels like you're trying to sculpt his body into one, treating his face like clay as you squeeze and pull on it over and over. "amgh— anghl— angel!"

he's put his hands over yours, effectively stopping you from basically ripping his skin off. "phainon?"

"my face hurts.." he mumbled, pressing feather light kisses to the palm of your hand. "make me feel better."

he's puckering his lips like an idiot now.

and you fall for it every time.

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just wanted to pop in and say thank you for the kind words on all my fics you reblog! i see them and they make my day! wishing you a wonderful day, Sage, love you lots! 💜💜

always my sweetest ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 i love u always airi!! may tumblr stop beating u up and making u randomyl unfollow moots 🥀

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HEEEY THWTS ME!!! THANK YOU AIRI IM MADLY INLOVE WITY U MWAAAH

stealin’ sweet kisses- various hsr characters x reader 

synopsis: playing the pocky game with your boyfriend! that’s it, send tweet. part 2! 

warnings: uh, none? other than that, idk if my beginner/novice writing counts as a warning. 

word count: 1.4k (oh lord, it’s longer than part 1!)

author’s note: part 1 did pretty well, so here's part 2 no one asked for! i’ll link part 1 here! no beta, we die like my favorite side characters in books! posting this after having a mental breakdown sure is the way to go, huh! disclaimer in part 1 that i'll include here: i genuinely don't know how to write kiss scenes at all! other than like a peck on the lips, but hey, it’s the thought that counts, right… right? title was a suggestion from a mootie of mine for part 1, credits to them for the title (credits to you, Sage, lol!)! hope you enjoy! <3

tagging: @axolotsofluv, @sqgeism, @vyyper, @your-sleeparalysisdem0n, @cmiru, @unriding, @sheyfu, @threnodians. @strwbrydreamz, @chokifandom, @sillyseraphie, @riaruu, + @m1ckeyb3rry! lmk if you’d like to be added to the taglist! 

Anaxa: 

how you managed to get your lover to agree to this is beyond you. you just slid the box across his desk, then retreated to the cute reading nook in the home office. Anaxa gave you a skeptical look before sighing and making his way over to you. he sits on the ottoman your legs were resting on and he hands you a stick of pocky. 

“you wanted me to indulge in a game? fine. but make it quick, i have things to do.” he says as he rubs shapes on your thighs near your knees. yeah, he totally does not have the time to indulge you. what a loser (lovingly). but upon seeing the smile appear on your face after his confirmation, he thinks he’ll be sparing more time with you than he should. (he brought the whole box when he made his way over to you, by the way. he’s definitely whipped.)

 so you sat up in your chair, took the stick of pocky from his hand, and waited for him to be ready. he looked… nervous? the great Anaxagoras, reduced to a slightly blushing mess and slightly fidgety. the whole time you had been watching him, he was fidgeting with the box of pocky, and clearly avoiding eye contact with you. no matter, it’s whatever. you gesture him with a wave of your hand to come closer, and he sets the box of sweet treats next to him. part of the sweet treat he’s able to taste and as you lean closer, Anaxa cannot bring himself to look at you at all. you’d think for all his bravado he’d be able to do something as simple as holding eye contact but no. and as the stick breaks right in the middle, before either one of you can pull away, he cradles the back of your head with a hand and initiates a kiss. short and sweet before pulling away. now both of you look rather flustered. 

best to play the game again, no? 

Argenti: 

your lover agreed with no resistance and no questions asked... mostly! he seems rather excited to play this silly game with you, bless him. so here you both are, sitting in the living room of your home. a rare moment for Argenti to be with you given how often he travels. he leaves tomorrow, unfortunately, but you thought playing pocky with him could be a fun ritual you start doing the night before he leaves. granted, it makes it harder for Argenti to leave you in the morning, but seeing how giddy and happy it makes you both makes it worth it. so here you were on your sofa, a box of pocky in your hand as you explain (again, it’s been a while!) the rules of the game. 

“so the point is to get as close to the middle of the stick and not break it. we're supposed to kiss, i think,” you explained.

“so what happens if i break it?” he questions.

“you eat it, and we try again!” you reply excitedly. 

let the game begin. 

dear aeons, you never realized how good Argenti was at this game. he’s locked in, keeping eye contact, and being very sweet. if he senses you getting nervous, he breaks the stick off and waits for you to compose yourself before returning. and bless him, he’s so sweet and patient, that’s gotta mean something, right? 

so after you break the stick for the first time, before you lean back and can escape, he kisses you. nothing rough or mean, almost as light as a peck, but it’s just a bit more. right as you begin to reciprocate, he pulls away, leaving you wanting more. 

you know the game he’s playing, and you can see the slightly mischievous glint in his eyes as he looks at you. 

“one more time, beloved?”

Boothill:

always on the run, you both are. always getting into some kind of trouble. except this time, the trouble in question is a game of pocky and doesn’t seemingly have any consequences. which is good, you both need a break from the run and chase you’re constantly on. now that you think about it, maybe being in an alleyway in penacony wasn’t your brightest move. anyone could see you both and report you. not that common folk would, but people who know about you and Boothill might. just a hunch. but you were in a dark alleyway, Boothill leaning against the wall, his legs spread just a bit, and you were standing in between his legs, just chatting. and Boothill was trying so hard to pay attention, but he noticed the box of pocky in your pocket. 

“what’s the box for, sweetheart?”

“boredom, mostly… also i need sugar.”

“don’t know how ya’d need it if we’re on the run. and i'll give ya some sugar,” he winked. you rolled your eyes at the latter comment. 

“i mean for after the adrenaline wears off…” you mutter. your lover chuckles at the faux pout you started making after your previous statement. he places a hand on your hip and fishes through your pocket and gets the box of pocky out. 

“up for a little game?”

“Boothill, we're literally supposed to be running right now,” you deadpan. he laughs.

“you don’t know how to have fun, sweetheart! just one round, i promise,” he replies. 

and so the game begun. he pulls a stick out of the pack and places one part in his mouth and you place the other part in your mouth. as you inch closer, one of Boothill’s hands remains at your hip while the other one rests on the back of your neck. the cool metal of his arm makes you tilt your head up impossibly more. you reach the middle of the stick and instead of a quick peck, it’s a passionate kiss. he cradles your head so you can’t let go just yet, and he notices you’re quite ready to let go either. give or take a few seconds, you tap his robotic chest with your finger, a sign to let you breathe. you both part. the tips of his ears are a bit pink and you look a bit flushed. you’re just about to get comfortable in the silence you both have before hearing a loud  “freeze!” which makes you both turn your heads.

guess you’re back on the run.

Mydei: 

a rough mission kinda brought you down. and sometimes when you’re down, you’ll head to the marketplace in Okhema just to see if anything interesting is there. and wouldn’t you know it, a seller was giving out a box of pocky with every purchase! you bought a couple of baking ingredients and got your free box of pocky, and honestly? made your bad day a lot better, which was really nice. so when you got home and saw Mydei on the couch in the living room on his teleslate (literally it’s a phone, why do they call it that, ew), you thought nothing of it. you head to the kitchen and unload the few baking supplies you purchased: sugar and flour. it wasn’t a lot, and you didn’t need help putting it away. you knew that Mydei would come and help you put the couple of groceries away anyway (he always did, it was an unspoken agreement between the two of you for whatever reason.). so after you unload the flour and sugar, you sit on the counter and open the box of pocky you got. it was your favorite flavor too, how nice! as you do, Mydei comes in between your legs and watches as you fiddle with the box and bag inside. he wordlessly takes the bag from your hands, opens it, and pulls a stick out.

“what is this for?” he looks skeptically at the flavored treat, which makes you laugh slightly. 

“you take one portion of the stick in your mouth, your partner does the same. then you essentially get as close as you can without breaking the stick. the goal is to kiss, i think. but i also eat this by myself,” you reply after a moment’s hesitation. 

and without instruction, Mydei places part of the stick he took out into his mouth and gestures for you to do the same. so you do, you’re not an idiot to refuse him, especially if he’s offering! you both lean in and while the stick breaks pretty close to the middle, Mydei doesn’t pull away. he kisses you briefly before pulling away. he looks at you and smirks a bit.

“wanna try again, or are you going to quit? i thought the goal was to not break it.”

oh it’s SO on now. 

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yearner anaxa. i mean anaxa being an absolute LOSER i need him on his knees pls this man is plaguing my thoughts IM SUFFERING FROM ANAXA SYNDROME SEND HEEEELPPPP

𓎟𓎟 sweet request from a yearning anonnie 𝄞 a love letter signed with anaxagoras' initials 𓂃𓈒

ℒ.ove mail ┈ 🍒 ꫂ love me a blasphemous genius on his knees and begging! who said that ((ﾟ□ﾟ;)). vyn ritcher is lowk anaxagoras guys (im crazy)

aeon forbid anaxagoras asks for a little less in this overwhelming life of his.

less stress, less paperwork, less idiocracy from those who bother him with senseless nagging.

..less clothes currently on his spouse .

now he's no animal, he won't be so crude to tear through such important clothing to you. but he certainly does wish you'll be a little improper. lift that shirt up a little higher, wearing shorts instead of pants today. he understands the appeal of sweatpants (no, he won't wear them for you), but come on, he's tried insinuating his.. need. he's kissed you twice in one minute, is that not enough of a sign, does he need to squeeze your waist tighter?

"anaxagoras—" thank the stars. "—do you think they'll finally get together after the third book?" he's going to rip that novel from your hands and burn it. (he won't, it's his copy)

"dove." "yes?"

in one swift movement, the ever so stern anaxagoras had shifted to fall off the couch, lifting one of your legs to rest on his shoulder. "does a man truly have to grovel at your feet to get you to look at him?"

he relishes in the gasp that escapes you as his hand slowly lifts the cuff of your sweatpants, revealing the skin he has oh so missed. methodically, intimately, he presses delicate kisses as he sighs. "i've missed you, i'm rarely home—work eats up the both of us, and you'd rather let the novel take your attention rather than me? gods, sometimes i do wish illiteracy was more prominent. maybe then i wouldn't have to beg."

your speechlessness makes him smirk, leaning his head against your calf. "what? your attention also comes in silence? it was amusing at first, but i'm serious."

he slowly moves closer until one hand rests on your thigh and his head on the other, sighing in complete content, brows slightly furrowed yet somehow is expression is in peace. "..and yet not a word—not a single ounce of you. had i done some sort of wrongdoing? what is making you so ignorant to my advances?"

his grip on your thigh tightening makes you gasp. "finally, you've found your voice."

"i.. it's all just so sudden." ohh.. the slight hitch in your voice is just so perfect.

"you don't have to do anything. just acknowledge me and i'll give you the world."

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Sage, have u played 14dwy (14 days with u, it's a visual novel game)??

no i havent! tell me about it anonnie :)

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Sage sage imagine dueling w Phainon and he gets distracted by reader and loses to them, and while reader is packing up their weapon to head to home, Phainon follows them around like 🧍🙂 waiting for kisses bc apparently they're supposed to kiss his pain away (he's a lil delusional and really in love)

𓎟𓎟 a sweet request from an angelic anonnie 𝄞 a love letter signed with phainons initials 𓂃𓈒

ℒ.ove mail ┈ 🍒 ꫂ are we ignoring the fact the header is a tot card? yes we are ! hi again its me 🐥 i remember when id write 5 fics in one day. or 11 people in one post.. where does my motivation go, i wonder. does it stay dormant till triggered by an event or what? okay bai :p

sparring with you is the closest thing to ecstacy that isn't.. ecstacy. phainon's addicted to it, not the rush of battle, but seeing that determined look in your eyes. each slash of your blade, every time your fists made contact with his body, and the moments where you threw him to the ground.. call him obsessed, cause he is. your display of strength has always been attractive to the hero, and he'll be damned if he isn't into it.

"i yield." he says breathlessly, face first on the floor and disarmed as you hold his arms behind his back. "aha! i win!" you always do, most of the time was a fair fight—but this was one of the times he let you get the upper hand. mostly because he wanted to partake in a little bit of *shenanigans afterward.

you watch from the corner of your eye as phainon stands there, smiling sweetly despite the cut on his lip, his bruised eye, and probably an aching body that's all done by you. although you know that the boy could be thrown into four different buildings and ask you to do your worst on the fifth—this was usually the time he.. patches himself up. not watch you put your stuff away like an eager puppy.

"phai, shouldn't you start... you know, fix yourself up?"

if your earlier statement of him being a dog was true, you're sure his ears and tail would've drooped low the moment those words left your lips. "i wanted you to take care of me." he huffed, leaning down to press his forehead against your shoulder, damn near whining.

you roll your eyes at him, lifting him up by his cheek as you meet his gorgeous, sapphire eyes. he was always too pretty for is own good.

"ange—mmhn.." he never gets sick of you shutting him up with your mouth, he'd talk for *hours if it meant you'd eventually get sick of it and he does this routine over and over.

he has hearts in his eyes when you pull away, licking his bloodied lip before chuckling. "happy?"

"oh, simply euphoric."

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Hi! for my req, im puctring a reader who is aloof and just as independent as anaxa is, but can you write a scenario where dove and him are married, and he comes to seek them out after a very long day? im thinking aloof but gentle type for reader, very private but very warm? man i love for kindred spirits :DD

𓎟𓎟 a sweet request from a lovely anonnie 𝄞 a love letter signed with anaxagoras' initials 𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵 𐙚

ℒ.ove mail — 🍒 ꫂ aww this is cute. im a big fan of this req LMAO i felt like its a good one to establish their dynamic <3 welcome back everyone ! we are back in the building and i dont have long till i leave again oops

every day anaxagoras is reminded why he hates attending office parties.

and it's not like he hates the fellow staff—not all of them—but most he loses his tolerance once someone starts drunkenly blabbering about some nonsense. gossips from the students, their personal lives, or maybe even from the head teachers and whatnot. which is why he leaves early, there's nothing of interest for him to discuss and he doesn't want to darken their mood with his brooding. also, why stay when he can just go home? makes more sense to him.

so putting into consideration that the day was long, and unbelievably hard (socializing with an insufferable co-worker), it made the appeal of coming home much sweeter.

sweet it was, seeing you after such a night. after the chaos, the quite frankly atrocious music, and being shoved around since no one could stand straight, he needed you. and you never failed to be there.

"you're home later than i thought." you say in response to his silence, your eyes still glued to the novel in your hands. "you really tried to tolerate it, hm?"

"indeed, but even i have my limits, and it does not take long to reach them." he mutters while hanging his coat, stripping himself of his usual layers of clothing till he was left with his shirt and pants, sighing. "dove, do you mind moving to the couch?" he asks. "i know you adore your lounge chair, but i.. i think i need you. for just tonight."

your laughter sounds like a blessing after everything. "only tonight? are you not aware you have me for the rest of our lives? but i don't mind, come here."

and every day your husband is reminded to thank whatever aeon brought you two together, because you just.. fit so perfectly. your legs between his, laying on top of him, arms around your waist as he just.. looks at you. adores you, even. years of marriage hasn't lessened just how much you mean to him in the grand scheme of things, and if it had changed, it was merely his admiration.

he thinks it must not mean much to you (it does), but the way his feelings have developed for you came in an unexpected yet.. somehow needed wave. he thought he could still metaphorically feel the sand beneath his feet after being swept underneath, but he came up for air and felt nothing below him. he had moved past what he thought was just shallow, fleeting affection. and now swam in the vast ocean of uncertainty yet excitement for what could come in his relationship.

but aeon forbid, marriage? being a husband.. he always thought it was nothing but a far away dream.

yet you're right here, giving him that look you always do, with that same smile he fell inlove with four years ago.

"anaxagoras?"

"yes, my dove?"

"you have that look again." the scholar tilts his head, humming curiously. "what look?"

"the look that tells me that you'd let me stay here forever if i just asked."

"will you?" "perhaps i will."

"then.." he brings you close, pressing the faintest kiss to your lips, murmuring against your mouth. "..stay, forever."

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okay hi. im serious this time I WILL BE WRITING MY REQUESTS BY TOMORROW! i swear I FOUDN MY MOTIVATION AGAIN GUYS! isnt that a rare occurence on this account ！！(゜ロ゜ノ)ノ yahooo ♡ see you all tomorrow (；・ω・) sorry for a big delay!

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hey queen that phainon fic was NOT it!!!! no reason to make me ugly sob at 1:42 am 💔💔💔

IM SO SORRY ANONNIE! (lying) im glad it envoked such tragedy i sobbed about it too lowk

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relationship analysis ! pick ur other amphoreus men since anaxagoras is done

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may god forbid me getting into another situationship this school year and being heartbroken over it because if it does happen, all the fluff on my account is GONE. kidding! partially.