#sage is rambling

[springtyme]

Dying on the hill of Simon Riley being a “I wanna be yours” over a “you got to be mine” kind of man

[kirchefuchs]

Stobotnik week prompt 5: Relationship

I made the mistake of doing this digitally and now my hand hurts :') I did have a lot of fun drawing Sage and Stone (cuz they're shaped like normal people)

Either way, I am very happy with this even though it took me several hours and a lot of strain on my poor hand.

[eri-is-online]

BOOM!Stobotnik but it's OK K.O. Lets's be heroes!

There is plenty more where these came from, but I'll hold off for the time being and make another big post with smaller doodles later

[loverofpiggies]

I made her a new outfit and drew a Sage the other day <3

It was meant to just be a sketch and I went overboard. I think the legs definitely need work to look better buuuuuut oh well <3

Enjoy!

Also here's a lil image of her without all the crazy stuff.

[compulsiveimpairment]

FUCKING FINALLY

THIS GAY MOTHERFUCKER FINALLY CAME HOME. BLOOD SWEAT AND TEARS. WELCOME HOME FUCKER. GET ON MY TEAM. YOURE FREE FROM ARENA DUTY BITCH.

STOP KISSING MEN YOU JUST GOT HERE YOUR SON IS RIGHT THERE—

[thebiscuitlabryinth]

The Sage of Truth's heart is driven by the beat of curiosity, so he is used to questions and mysteries catching his fancy with all the ease of a match to a forest. They light a passion that burn him through investigation and calculation straight down to the slow embers of an answer or lack thereof, and even then the warmth of his newfound knowledge sparks a need to share what he has discovered with as many Cookies as possible. The affect that this zest for knowledge has on him is, in itself, an unshakeable Truth.

Despite all this, the Sage can still readily admit that nothing, no question or riddle or impossible formula, has ever captivated him as much as the Truthless Recluse.

The Truthless Recluse has always been a minor fascination of his, from the moment he had first heard of him, but that hadn't bloomed into anything signficant until he had the pleasure of meeting him at the square. The Recluse was both a delightfully complex and undeniably simple Cookie, easy for him to understand yet layered in contradictions.

The Truthless Recluse, whose life purpose is dedicated to his own Truth of protecting Cookies from the cruelty of Truth. A living, breathing riddle.

The Sage had intially nurtured a newborn hope that they would cross paths again in the square, and he had fallen into the habit of searching the crowds that flocked to his lectures for a glimpse of those dark robes, that gloomy aura, but alas! Of course, the Recluse would not grant him that honour more than once.

Eventually, the Sage accepted that if he hoped for another meeting, he would have to approach the Recluse himself. The thought did little to dissuade him, as he was rather experienced in chasing after his own flights of philosophical fancy.

So here he is, making the trek up to the Peak of Truth with only the pale moon to accompany him.

The Sage is confident in his path, and finds the journey itself pleasant overall. It may have been quite a while since he was last here, but he did once hail from this peak himself, long before the Recluse slunk and settled in. As such, he remembers the best routes to take, and has little difficult navigating in the encroaching dark.

He is just past halfway up when a silhouette emerges from the shadows, solemn and blurring together with the rest of their dim surroundings. The Sage's heart, driven by curiosity, doubles its beat, pounding excitedly in his chest.

"Who dares to–" The Recluse asks, voice low and gravelly in an attempt to intimidate, but he stops abruptly, narrowing his eyes at the Sage. "You."

"Yes, yes, it's just me." The Sage smiles, undeterred by the less than warm welcome, doing a little flourished bow before hopping back up into an upright position. "I know it is awfully late for a visit, my friend, but you see–"

"Don't call me that." The Recluse interrupts, somewhat rudely, but the Sage's interest in him allows him to let it go with little fuss. "We are not friends."

"Whyever not?" The Sage asks easily, tilting his head. "Are we not both Cookies, living in accordance to our own personal Truths, just like every other? You know, even a Cookie who does nothing but lie and cheat still has the Truth of their affinity for deception as a central pillar in their life."

"You said something similar already, at the square." The Recluse mutters, his gaze cold and heavy. The Sage welcomes it without a shiver. "About me living by a personal Truth."

"And am I wrong?" The Sage questions back, raising an eyebrow. He is genuinely interested to see if the Recluse can make any sort of substanial refutation.

But the Recluse simply presses his lips together in frustration and glances away. The Sage feels both a curl of satisfaction at his silently begrudging acceptance of his point and a chill of disappointment at the lack of an attempted counter.

His disappointment does not have to last long, as the Recluse returns his piercing gaze to him to make a point of his own. "If every Cookie's life relies on a personal Truth, then Life is just as cruel as Truth." The many eyes on the Recluse's mutated staff blink sluggishly, accusingly, their irises catching the thin moonlight in muddy ripples. "That does not show me any proof that we are friends. Which we are not."

"I only meant that there is nothing to stop us from being friends." The Sage clarifies, though he feels like he was quite clear the first time. "And I have never denied the complexities and, indeed, cruelties of Truth and Life alike. As I have told you before, Truth is imperfect, and I embrace that. You, however, seem to be unable to see past these complexities to accept the positives that Truth brings to the world too."

The Recluse seems unhappy with that, his hand tightening its grip around his staff and his frown deepening. "Did you come here only to give me a lecture?" He snaps, voice soft and brittle. "If I wanted to hear this, I would go to the square you insist on occupying."

"Did you not try to do the same to me, on your single visit to the square?" The Sage asks playfully with a growing grin, paying close attention to the way the Recluse stiffens. He laughs lightly. "Ah, don't think of this as a lecture, please. It's only meant to be a conversation. To be frank, I quite enjoyed our brief exchange back at the square, so I was hoping to get a chance to talk to you again. You seem like you would make a particularly interesting debate partner."

The Recluse huffs, shaking his head. "I have no interest in talking to you any further. This much was already bad enough."

With that, he turns away and tries to slink back into the shadows.

"Surely you aren't completely opposed?" The Sage argues, summoning a brilliant ball of light in his palm and rushing over to the Recluse's side, refusing to let him leave now. "If you were, you wouldn't have been willing to initiate our acquaintanceship first. You were the one responsible for that, when you visited the square."

The Recluse stops walking as the conjured light falls on his shoulders, reeling away and twisting around to glare at the Sage. The reflected light makes his dull eyes seem brighter, almost beautifully so. "I did that solely to stop you from sending dozens to their inevitable ruin by exposing them to the path of Truth." He hisses stubbornly. "If I had known it would be useless, and if I had known you would come chasing after me, I would have stayed far away."

"It is very easy to say that in retrospect, but you can't prove that to be true." The Sage points out with a shrug. "Unfortunately, my heart is rather set on this possible friendship of ours, so I'm afraid the matter is out of your hands now. You're stuck with me!"

The Recluse's expression closes in on itself, returning to a blank slate as he abruptly turns and begins to march off again. The Sage realises immediately that the Recluse hopes to discourage him by ignoring him and carrying on, but the Sage eagerly rises to the challenge.

He falls into step beside him, and the two of them walk together in silence, the Sage's light spilling like a pool of honey around them. The Sage watches the Recluse out of the corner of his eye, as the Recluse resolutely faces forward, acting as if he doesn't exist.

Eventually, the Sage's persistence pays off.

As they are approaching the summit, the Recluse comes to another stop, so sudden that the Sage almost walks into him. The Recluse does not turn back to look at him as he says quietly into the air, "Friendship is ultimately meaningless."

His voice is bitter, heavy with a sense of mourning. The Sage hums in consideration, rounding the Recluse to meet his face, raising his summoned light to envelope the surrounding area in a glow.

"What an intruigingly nihilistic statement!" He declares brightly, clapping his hands together. "It would make a riveting debate topic, if you'd entertain me for just an hour or two. Unless, of course, you worry your Truth will not be able to withstand mine?" The Sage rocks forwards on the balls of his feet, his smile a polite taunt. "After all, not all Truths are made equal. Some are stronger than others."

The Recluse glares at him again, though this time, it is weakened slightly by the growing resignation beginning to creep across his features. "You won't give this up, will you?"

"Of course not!" The Sage grins, hopeful that he seems to be slowly getting through to him. "Giving up is never the best option, you know."

The Recluse scoffs, raising his staff as dark wisps begin to swirl menacingly around it. "Not even if I decide to make you leave me alone by force?"

"Not even then!" The Sage chuckles, folding his arms behind his back as he squints his eyes at the Recluse. "Haven't you heard of me before? I can find an answer to anything and you," he takes a modest step closer, his eyes glittering with delight, "are my latest enigma."

The Recluse stares at him for a moment, his expression unreadable, which only makes the Sage wish to study it further. Finally, the Recluse sighs heavily, the dark energy accumulating around his staff dissipating in an instant.

"Fine." He murmurs, barely a whisper as he continues walking. The Sage lights up, his summoned light flaring along with him, and, taking it as an invitation, he follows after the Recluse to the rhythm of his achingly curious heart.

[faemytho]

i had thoughts and i wont be elaborating (lie)

[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 😂

[clopiya]

... WHATEVER!!!!!

[sage-the-unwise]

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

[springtyme]

I’ve been feeling really burned out lately writing-wise, but I’m trying to get back into the groove, so requests are open again for a little while 💕

Can be from any of the characters on my character list <3

(Also since a few people have asked: I’m planning on finishing the rest of the October fics in January 💕 I promise they are not forgotten!)

[eri-is-online]

Stobotnik Week Day 7: Domestic

Early mornings are the most peaceful for the egg-family ❤️💜

(This was a ton of fun participating, I'm probably gonna do this again next year)

[baaaa-king]

Silly stupid crack CRK AU where The Fount, SMC and The Sage are all brothers. Fount of Knowledge:

The oldest.

Real name is Blueberry Milk Cookie

Headmaster and founder of the Blueberry Milk Academy.

Married to Elder Faerie Cookie.

Loves his brothers dearly.

worries for Sage as the youngest.

Found it necessary to seal Shadow Milk, the doesn't mean it hurts any less.

Personally teaches White Lily on how to use her powers once she inherits them form Elder Faerie (HE'S NOT DEAD, JUST RETIRED).

Mercurial Knight cookie and Silverbell cookie are his sons <3.

Shadow Milk Cookie:

Annoying Middle Child and second oldest.

Wasn't always the Beast of Deceit.

Cares for his brothers deeply, refuses to admit it.

ESPECIALLY over protective of the Sage.

Still got sealed along with the other Beasts.

Eventually marries, and is an absolute SIMP for Pure Vanilla (again, refuses to even acknowledge the thought).

Candy Apple and Black Sapphire are his kids! Along with the Ginger trio (it took them a WHILE to warm up to him, but they do eventually)

Sage of Truth:

Youngest!

Real name is Blueberry Yogurt Cookie.

Doesn't seem interested in romance.

Loves his brothers!! Looks up to the Fount and Shadow Milk!!

Thinks Shadow Milk was wrongfully imprisoned, he deserved a second chance not corporal punishment.

Is a bit naive but kind.

People are generally weary of him due to Shadow Milk, or Expect great things of him due to The Fount.

Just wants to travel around the world, discovering and sharing truths.

Is the best of friends with Hollyberry and Golden Cheese.

Custard Cookie the ||| Latches onto him like a favoured Uncle.

General Info:

They were born at different times, but are often mistaken for triplets.

They all have Soul Jams. How? IDK, Magic Bullshit.

After Shadow Milk's Redemption, they get together occasionally to catch up!

They all think Pure Vanilla's Great.

Both Fount and Sage's reactions to PV and SMC's marriage. Fount to SMC: You managed to pull HIM!?!?!??? Sage to PV: You settled for HIM!?!?!?!???

PV and SMC, in Sync: He makes me laugh

[jewishcissiekj]

more x-men text posts because i made too many

[trix-in-a-box]

i was drawing game egg family + stone bc i can. And i was thinking.

i’ve always felt bad for Orbot (cubot too i guess but i just really like orbot and find his want to be included more prevalent) bc he’s constantly ignored/pushed aside and… do you think if they met that Stone would sympathize and be close with Orbot.

[sagethegayyyy]

look at how cute this computer is akjdjdjaxjskkddj I would buy him if I wasn’t broke :(