#remnaent

[becomestorm]

[marasogr-blog]

@remnaent, continued from here!

A cocky grin finds Yang’s face. At first, she doesn’t deign to answer Jade, though she can’t help herself moments after.

“I mean, I certainly wouldn’t mind. I’m not sure what girl in her right mind would, but still.” Purple eyes glimmered while she looked down at Jade, meeting her gaze and grinning a little wider.

[callowed]

🌟

🌟- For a secret wish or desire of theirs

“I’m thankful for all She has given me, of course, but I wish The Queen was happier with my successes.... perhaps even less upset with my failures? No, I earn that disappointment. But it would be nice if I could earn praise, too.”

//Sometimes he wishes he could see like other people do. Sometimes he wishes he could live a day as a normal human, just to see what it’s like. But he really craves unconditional love in whatever form it may take. It can be romantic or platonic, even parental, it’s just something he’s been missing his entire life. Problem is, because he’s never experienced it, he doesn’t know what it looks like.

Make my muse spill their secrets!

[nightmarebcrn-archives]

@remnaent | continued

A mirthless laugh through his nose is Mercury’s answer to the hollow taunt. An attempt at their own twisted normalcy–appreciated, and a step towards repairing the damage he’d caused. Unlike her words, sharp edges turned soft with something like affection, he had lashed out with sadism and viciousness better kept contained. Afterwards it was not his humiliation at the hands of the scorpion that had filled his stomach with acid but bitter regret. Emerald had not deserved to bear the marks of his own inability to excise himself from this hell. In her eyes he can still see a reflection of himself–lip curled in a snarl, hands raised in anger, Marcus reincarnated.

Yet here she is. As she takes her place beside him on the cold floor Mercury can’t bring himself to look at her. He feels so raw still, like the skin had been scrubbed until wet red underneath was exposed to prying eyes. When she speaks he forces onyx to contact scarlet; decency he owes her. There he sees none of the repulsion he thinks he deserves. Instead he sees exhaustion that resonates far deeper than dark circles under the eyes.

“Don’t know,” he tells her honestly. All night it seemed he’d ruminated, had gone into that twilit headspace in which one could not be sure of the passage of time. “Did you?”

[canefought-a]

consider,, oscar : oh my god brown cows, that's where chocolate milk comes from. amber in the bg : no --

you call it crack i call it an actual thing tini oscar believed until big sis amber set him straight.

[symphcniae-moved]

@remnaent​ continued from here

He heard those dreaded words slip from partner’s lips, which caused dark skinned man to echo them. He knew Icarus would always be a challenge, a hurdle that he would have to leap over, but the brat wasn’t making it any easier. More than once he had made snide remarks about the, “poor orphan boy”, who Kory was only dating out of pity. Kordelia would eventually make her way back to Icarus. How could she not?

As soft, gentle hands clasped around, rough calloused ones, Sage exhaled. Her words fell on hardened ears, deaf from countless tellings of self-doubt. He retracted his hands, shaking his head. “Icarus...he’s right, my love.” Tears fell from amber orbs. He smiled sadly. He weighed her down, and he knew it. He was just the poor orphan boy from Mistral. He took a step back. “You’re too good for me.” He gestured around at the lavish apartment her parents had provided them with. “All this..I was never meant for it.” His hands fell to his side, as he looked back at blue haired beauty. “I can never be the man you want me to be.”

[prioresque]

oh gods she’s here.

@remnaent

[kauzika-blog]

♕, ♆, ღ

send a symbol, get a hc !

♕ for a CHILDHOOD headcanon.

this is perhaps somewhat predictable, but sage was the quiet kid. he was ( and still is ) an introvert. he preferred the company of books, his own toys, and a very small group of people. he was the kid that had to be nudged into social situations. well, not so much nudged as dragged by his siblings – with varying degrees of success.

when his birth mother was home, good luck dragging him anywhere. having a huntress for a mother meant sacrificing time that he made up for by gluing himself to her side. sage was the youngest of her children, but melia could tell that he was an old soul in a young body. he learned about her work perhaps earlier than a child should, but melia considered him to be a small adult with no experience. 

after the ayanas’ divorce and the subsequent legal battle that saw them lose custody of sage and his sister ( rosemary ), sage was the one who stayed in touch with melia. while his aunt raised him ( to him, she’s amma ), melia is mother and he values her advice. 

her disappearance after the fall of beacon is troubling, to say the least.

♆ for a BODY headcanon.

sage hit his growth spurt on the earlier side of things and he hasn’t stopped. when he entered the tall and lanky stage, people assumed he was several years older than he was. the worst was when he was mistaken for his older brother, parsley. 

did i say was ? it still happens. parsley still isn’t happy about it. he’s not short by any means, but sage inherited melia’s height. 

currently, sage is 6′7″ and my hc is that he will reach 7′. give or take a few inches.

ღ for a LOVE/SEXUALITY headcanon.

he is pan, pan, pan. pansexual and he personally doesn’t identify with a label for romantic orientation. but you’re asking me and i can say that i think it’s demiromantic. 

people he’s been attracted to include: jaune, sun, weiss, yang, neptune, and [ REDACTED ]. you’ll never get him to admit that last one. 

he comes across as stoic, unfriendly, reserved, etc. but he’s slowly opening up to @fractaele and we’ll see how it goes !