#sophvern

[crashingstar69]

Sophvern making a comeback was not what I expected but they’re one of my fav ships so I’ll accept it

[theoreticallyliving]

okay chat what if healer (cleric?) Vernias and wizard Sophist teaching eachother spells when they're bored

what if Sophist learns to heal and to revive and Vern learns fire spell and thunder spell n stuff that's more on the offensive

what if them, Nick, and Brent were on a journey together but didn't know eachother very well, like this is a sort of found family type trope or smth, and as they start like getting used to eachother and trusting eachother, Sophist and Vern stay up late at night and talk about everything and nothing, and one night they talk about their magic and like how they learned to cast their spells, and it evolves into them sneaking away from camp (they were probs supposed to be on guard but like the others will be finee) to find someplace where they won't disturb the others while they show eachother exactly how to do each spell

what if the other two only find out after Vernias recieves a critical blow in battle, taking the last of his hearts, and they see Sophist rush over and perform a revive, in the exact same way they had seen Vern do it over and over again, with an unsure look on his face as he recalls each step in his head and prays that he doesn't somehow mess this up

Vernias waking up, a huge smile on his face, exclaiming a cheerful "you did it!" and practically tackling him to the ground with a hug

what if all that?

[zombiewritingblog]

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This only applies to the pc rpf community. As such, the entries on here are going to be leaning more towards "shippable moments", though there are still a few "normal" answers. Be advised if you share this outside of the rpf community (for everyone's safety, only share within the rpf community)!

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[greenanonymousstuff]

Short little Star Crashers AU dabble with Vern and Sophist :3

Tw: Blood and describing wound

Word count: 853

Synopsis: Vernias worries about Sophist’s health and cute fluff ensues.

Two and a half hours since Sophist left to gather ingredients for one of his spells.

Vernias started to anxiously fidget around the small cottage. Pacing back and forth, contemplating whether to go looking for the man or not.

The starling had no idea which direction the magician even went in. And still being new to the Peritia forest, he wouldn’t know how to get back either. All Vernias had to go off of was, “going to get ingredients! Be back in about an hour, I’ll be alright.”

He knew Sophist could handle his own but… what if he couldn’t? The shadows have been darker recently and even if purple menace was half shadow himself, there is no alliance in the dark.

Maybe he could just fly up to look around the area? No, the trees are too dense. Contact Nick or Brent? He didn’t want to bother them and Sophist hasn’t been out for that long. Try to sense his corruption? There were so many shadow creatures in the forest that he was more likely to find something else instead of him.

The flow of overthinking was cut off by the sound of the squeaky doorknob turning and the figure in all purple stumbling in.

“Eevee! Oh my stars, where the world were you!” Vernias rushes up to hug him.

Sophist lets out a pained wheezed from the strong grip of the angel, “I told you, getting stuff. Got a little caught up in something so it took longer. No need to worry!” Vernias lets go of the magician to inspect him. Now actually looking, his cloak looks more roughed up, even a little torn. His face a little dirty and top hat askew.

“What happened?”

“Nothing, I promise! Just uh… tripped over a root. There are tons of those in forests.”

Vernias gives him an unimpressed look.

“Don’t look at me like that, angel. I got what I needed and we’re all good!” He holds up a small sack and shakes it at the other for emphasis, “See? Now, I’m going to clean up so I’ll be back.”

Before Sophist could even get three steps away the starling grabs onto his arm. A hiss comes from the man. Quickly, Vernias pulls away wide eyed.

“Sorry! But I knew it, you are hurt,” his eyes soften, “Why wouldn’t you tell me?”

A defeated sigh escapes Sophist, “I didn’t want you to worry, but I see now that this is making it worse.”

“Yeah no shit, let me help you. Go sit.”

“Yes, angel,” he says with soft chuckle.

Vernias goes to retrieve their medical kit as Sophist sits in one of the wooded chairs at the small dining table. He takes off his hat and mask then ruffles his hair in a way to make himself more presentable, even though dirt is still smeared on his face. Finally, he unclasps the purple cloak and lets it fall to the floor.

As much as he wanted to ignore it, the dark stain on his sleeve showed that he in fact, was not all fine. He clutches his arm and diverts his gaze when Vernias walks back into the room.

“Don’t hide it from me, Eevee.”

Sophist huffs and relents his wounded arm to the starling. The sleeve tattered and stained with a mix of inky black and deep red. Vernias gently pulls the sleeve up the best he can without causing any more pain, softly repeating sorry when he feels the man tense.

Deep dark bite punctures pierce the pale skin with ooze leaking out. Not just blood but corruption as well. Shadow-hound bite. Vernias sneers at the thought.

“Why did you want to hide this from me? You know this doesn’t help keeping your corruption at bay. Plus, I know this hurts,” feathered wings droop in sadness which makes Sophist feel even more guilty.

“I’m sorry, Angel. I didn’t want you to worry about me more than you already do. I guess it’s the great and powerful Sophist being selfish, again.”

Vernias gives him a disappointed look, “you know I don’t like it when you insult yourself either,” Sophist looks away from him again, “… but I’m glad you are alright.”

After a few silent minutes, the wound was cleaned and bandaged. Quiet moments like these made Vernias’s stomach churn, especially when he is with Sophist. Usually the man wouldn’t shut up.

“I promise I’m not mad at you, Eevee. Just please don’t hide things from me, please?”

Sophist gives him a small smile, “I promise. I won’t be as emotionally repressed as Brent.”

Soft laughter emerges from the winged man as he hits the other on the (non-injured) arm. Sophist can’t help but to laugh with him.

“How mature of you. Really though, I’m here for you,” he places a soft kiss on top of the bandages. The feeling of dissipating corruption washes over the area.

Then he moves to place another kiss on the mark on his forehead, “And one more for good measure.”

Sophist cups Vernias’s cheek with a hand and returns the favor.

“You are so corny, angel.”

[sopping-wet-cat-wizard]

4 dorks and the differences in their kisses!

(source) (@pen--anon)

In no particular order, snippets of each pair kissing!

💜sophvern🩷

As Sophist shuffled around the corner, he froze the moment he saw Vernias clutching the letter the older one had written. Where the hell did he find that?!

"Vern, you weren't supposed to—"

In the time it took the words to leave Sophist's mouth, Vernias had already crossed the room and practically tackled the other, pressing a strong yet chaste kiss against his lips. "I like you too!" he beamed.

🧡tcvern3🩷

"Nick! Stop putting my stuff on the top shelf!" Vernias yelled at the other man in the kitchen.

Nick snickered. "Or what? You gonna come up here?"

In an instant, Vern whipped around, yanked Nick down by the front of his shirt, and planted a frustrated kiss right smack against his lips. "Or I'll drag you down where you belong!" he nearly yelled after pulling away.

🧡tcking3💚

"Dammit, Brent! I'm trying to say I have feelings for you!" Nick practically screamed across the room, causing the other's eyes to widen.

"Oh." Curiously, Brent approaches Nick with an unreadable expression. Only after Nick registers a warmth on his cheek and Brent's face pulling back does he realize he's been kissed. "That's good."

🧡tcsoph3💜

Sophist couldn't help but smirk as Nick looked like he wanted to murder the other. "Honestly, Nick, I was just trying to have a friendly debate over whether water was wet, and you're not even—"

The words swiftly cut as Sophist found himself with his back pressed against the wall and Nick's lips smashed against his own, knocking all of the words out of his head.

Only when Nick pulled away did Sophist remember how to open his eyes. He was greeted with the sight of an irritated Nick. "Shut the fuck up, Eevee."

💚king of soph💜

"Eevee?"

"Yeah?"

"Have you ever kissed someone?"

"No. Why?"

"Me either. Everyone says it's good, though. Can I see?"

The two spend the next minute kissing. Sophist spends the five minutes after seeing stars while Brent brushes his teeth casually.

💚king of vern🩷

After Vernias finishes wrapping the wound, he nods approvingly at his own work. "Now, make sure not to get it wet, and tell me if it starts bleeding though, again."

Brent nods along with Vernias words. "Thanks for that. Anything else?"

Vernias pecks the injured hand with his lips before nodding approvingly once more. "That should do it."

Brent laughs. "Thanks, nurse Vernias."

[pen--anon]

"Ah, yes. Here we have a beautiful couple…"

"I really care about your feelings, Vern!"

"I really care about YOUR feelings!"

*turning his head* "…and then there's the disaster couple…"

"YOU NEED TO PAY MORE ATTENTION TO ME INSTEAD OF BEING AT THE HOSPITAL!"

"I WOULDN'T HAVE TO SPEND SO MUCH TIME AT THE HOSPITAL IF YOU STOPPED INSISTING ON FIGHTING EVERYONE WHO COMES WITHIN A FIVE FOOT RADIUS OF YOU!"

[toadettely]

"You want to kiss him so badly, i've been watching this shit for years and all you two ever did was hug."

The spirit giggled amused as Vernis rolled his eyes.

"You are such a stalker! Why can't you watch other people?!" Vernias tried to deflect, the slight blush on his cheeks didn't help.

"Because Brent doesn't watch out for cars when passing a street, Nick is the funniest and most hilarious person and I like how he knows it, and you are fascinating to look at." Sophist almost danced in the air like he was excited to talking about his point of view.

"I'm fascinating?! This sounds like we are animals in a zoo for you!" Vernias sighed but couldn't help the small giggle that escaped him.

"You are not! You guys are my favourite people!"

Silence. Vernias' giggle died out and all he did was stare at the purple ghost.

"... Can I like, hug you?" His voice was so quiet he wanted to facepalm himself.

Sophist positioned himself in front of the shorter man, his smile warm and soft. "I'm a ghost and all, but we can try!"

(Bonus:

Sophist can move objects and he uses one of Vern's plushies to hug him or give him kisses on the cheek in random circumstances.

He's also frequently playing with Brent's piplup plush. Brent doesn't notice his piplup is laying differently sometimes.

After Vern tells Brent about Sophist, Brent tries talking to the ghost and because Brent can't see nor hear him, Sophist uses objects to communicate with Brent. (Possibly mostly the piplup <33)

Because Nick doesn't believe in ghosts, Sophist causes chaos in his home to get Nick's attention and to show him that ghosts exist. Broken plates, laundry on the floor, chairs moving, cold water instead of warm and such. When Nick finally admits that "he feels haunted by a ghost" (true) Sophist stops and does nice things ("WHAT THE HELL, WHY IS MY LAUNDRY DONE?! GHOST? WAS THAT YOU, YOU BOZO?!") but he can't help messing with Nick from time to time.

[deaddovecrashers]

I have been thinking about one of the prompts from the prompt lists you reblogged (‘do you trust me enough to close your eyes?’) but I never actually got around to submitting it. It could fit Clandestine or Dies Irae, honestly, but I’m always biased towards Clandestine.

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"Oh. Hey..."

"Hey."

Pink eyes immediately darted over when his ears picked up the slightest scuff along the concrete. Upon seeing the familiar jewel embedded within the mask, those eyes widened then averted to settle on something more interesting. More distracting. That fountain had such an intricate design that Vernias couldn't help but trace the swirls and patterns that reminded him of the cosmos above.

He wondered how the celestial beings are doing...

"So... When are you heading back home?"

Vernias couldn't help but roll his eyes. "Wow, already that bad for ya that you want me gone?"

"Well, if you're gonna be like that-"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Because!"

The angel raised a brow at him, where the regent shrugged in spite of his small outburst. "I just...wanted to know." At Vernias's silence, he elaborated. "Listen, I had to keep getting away from Brent because he kept wanting to talk about...something. I dunno what, but I didn't want to hear it. I think it was about you. Or about something else... I didn't want to hear it."

Vernias blinked, now turning to face him as his wings furled behind his back. "Didn't want to hear it? I thought you and Brent were..."

"We aren't."

Something flashed across the mage's eyes. Something stormy, but not necessarily malicious or dangerous. Vernias couldn't decipher it quick enough before it disappeared. "We aren't..." Sophist repeated in a mutter, stepping forward to join the angel at his side. He stared at the same fountain, watching the water spew out into glittering curtains that reflected beautifully in the sunlight. Even as the clouds would mask the rays, it was still a wonderful sight to behold.

"Sophist...?"

The mage didn't answer, but Vernias continued without much hesitation. "...You know I'm not mad at you. For what you did to me." He didn't respond; in fact, nothing upon his features told the other man that he even heard him. He simply continued to stare into the fountain, watching as petals from blooming flowers within the trees floated down to the water.

Crape myrtle, he noted. How poignant...

Something touched along the sleeve of his buttoned up shirt. Slightly jolting, Sophist turned to see fingers placed upon him. Touch light as a feather, they slowly dug into the soft material, which prompted the mage to peer up. Magenta met pink, both glowing of the power within them. One pure with heavenly light while the other felt electrifying even as his features remained passive, if not intrigued.

"Sophist..."

"Vern..." Please don't.

They remained that way for what felt like an eternity. The fountain's waters blissfully continued its fall with the sun still hidden behind puffy white clouds. A veil of shadow covered the courtyards yet they hardly noticed. Sophist became aware of the growing distance between each other, his lungs suddenly finding it difficult to capture air. Despite this, he didn't resist when the angel took a step closer and shifted him slightly so they are now facing each other.

The sheer difference in height was not lost on him yet he couldn't bring himself to comment as Vernias took hold of his other arm.

You want me to say sorry to him?

Why wouldn't you?

Because....I can't stand him! I just can't listen any more of his damn speeches about being friends or looking past our differences.

That's just how he is, Eevee. He wouldn't say that if you were a lost cause.

Are you suggesting that I'm not?

Well, no. You're my friend. Right...?

...Yeah. Yeah, sure.

"Didn't you hear me, Sophist? I said I'm not mad at you."

"I heard you."

Vernias's grip tightened. Somehow, the warmth felt searing as if Sophist was growing closer to touching roaring flames. His lungs expanded once...then shrank a few seconds later. Expanded, then shrank. It filled with him, then emptied without him. Shadows not caused by the clouds began to writhe and curled underneath him.

A repeat of last time. would he forgive me this time. would he believe that i'm not worth it? would this finally be it? would the punishment be the blade cutting him open for his disgusting guts to spill out or would it be those familiar lithe hands around his throat? Sparks jumped along his fingertips. The veil began to darken even more somehow.

"...Are you nervous, Sophist?"

"Why would I be?"

A strong breeze washed over them, droplets of the water creating a mist that sprayed over them. "Then why won't you listen? Why don't you believe me?" Sophist's fingers curled into fists. Those sparks grew in intensity before they disappeared. They continued to stare at each other, their surroundings melting away into a blur of colors. Then, Sophist's lips curled up in a wry smile. Something crooked and uneven.

"Do you trust me enough to close your eyes?"

Vernias blinked. His lips parted in surprise, though he didn't look taken aback from the question. Not entirely. His wings bristled, uncurling like they needed to stretch out before resting. "And if I did?" he challenged. Or...it sounded as such but there isn't really any heat or conflict behind it to find it daring. There wasn't much to believe there is any fear, either -- which made Sophist baffled.

"...What if you did." A statement repeated. Vernias blinked again before those pink eyes hid with a flutter of his lashes. Everything around them hushed. The misting fountain seemed to quiet down like it had a mind to wait for what would happen. Sophist quietly inhaled through his nose.

You know what sort of power I have, Nick.

He slowly leaned down.

I know.

Do you?

Darkness and light collided the moment their lips touched. The angel briefly stiffened before he slowly relaxed, his fingers now clutching at the mage's sleeves like he's the only connection to this mortal realm.

You're right about one thing, Vern.

Large hands would soon find their way upon Vernias's hips, neither shoving him away nor pulling him close. He wanted the angel to remain where he was. To stand there while he inhaled something more precious than the air itself. Vernias soon pressed himself up against the other, the misting water cooling the rising heat between them. The sun soon revealed itself to brighten the courtyards though they haven't particularly noticed.

Just like how they hadn't caught the shimmering orange glitter, distorting the air around it in odd ways, rushing back into the castle from where it stood from the courtyard entrance.

You don't understand.