#sage speaks

[orchidbreezefc]

i made a variant of [link: two cakes] to illustrate a related principle

[our-bisexual-experience]

Y’know what? Shoutout to all the people in the LGBTQIA+ community that can’t be out of the closet because they would quite literally die if they were. Shoutout to them.

[fieldofsecretss]

Y/n: Do you think when butterflies fall in love, they feel humans in their stomach?...

Draco: y/n. Darling. Honey. Love of my life. What the actual fuck...

[sagethegremlin]

smh these bitches are NEVER escaping the cycle of abuse

[itsdefinitlysage]

When you forget to shower but damn does it smell so good though just hhhh girl musk got me acting unwise on myself...

[sagesolsticewrites]

Masters of the Air Masterlist

Major Gale “Buck” Cleven

Kiss It Better? 💋 - my very first MOTA drabble based on the prompts “boo boo kisses” & “ pet names” (base nurse!reader)

Kiss It Better pt 2 💋 - That lipstick mark leads to a surprising turn of events 👀

Major John “Bucky” Egan

Oblivious - Bucky’s been trying to get your attention for months now, but you continue to misinterpret his romantic advances as friendship. Everyone else on base is tired of seeing you two dance around each other, and they decide to take matters into their own hands.

Homecoming - John finally returns home to his girl (based on the prompt “carrying the other one in their arms”)

requests are open!

Lt. Harry Crosby

Just Say Yes - Tooth-rotting fluff based on the prompt “If you asked me to marry you tomorrow, I’d say yes.” “What about today?”

Harry Crosby Certified Wife Guy™️ - minific about Croz being head over heels for his wife and the entire 100th knows it

Dear… - A series of letters from one Lt. Harry Crosby to his wife 🤍 (a sort-of continuation of Just Say Yes, but can be read as a standalone!)

A Little Fire - In which Harry Crosby shows his wife exactly how much he appreciates her 😏 (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

Heat Wave - It’s the hottest summer Iowa’s had in a while. Your husband wears shorts. It gets even hotter (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

In My Arms - Sometimes your husband just needs to be held. (lots and lots of fluff) (coauthored with Winnie!)

Yes, Major - … I mean. Do I even need to say it? 👀 Dom!Croz (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

requests are open!

Sgt. Ken “Kenny” Lemmons

• requests are open!

Lt. Curtis “Curt” Biddick

To The Rescue - in which your friends drag you out to a bar against your will, but you meet a certain soldier that makes it worth it

requests are open!

Major Robert “Rosie” Rosenthal

Take A Break - Rosie runs into a childhood friend at the flak house

Welcome Home - Rosie finally returns home after his second tour, and you take the opportunity to show him exactly how much you missed him 🫠 (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

It’s Been A Long, Long Time series:

Kiss Me Once - The moment you’ve been anxiously awaiting is finally here — your boyfriend Rosie Rosenthal finally arrives home

Kiss Me Twice - You and Rosie finally have a “proper reunion” 😏😉 (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

Kiss Me Once Again - Rosie takes you to his apartment for a proper date night away from his family 😏 (18+ minors dni!)

requests are open!

Captain John Brady

Brady’s Smash Wagon - Your boyfriend (Captain John Brady) takes you (his Red Cross girlfriend) to see his Flying Fortress. Shenanigans ensue 👀 (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

Love’s Light Wings - John Brady x Juliet Thompson (OFC)

requests are open!

Captain Bernard “Benny” DeMarco

Pyaar Dosti Hai - Benny DeMarco x Ruthvika Patel (OFC)

requests are open!

Anthony Boyle

Sundress - in which date night takes a turn when Anthony sees the outfit you’ve chosen (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

Lipstick Kisses - the sweetest, spiciest Anthony fic y’all ever saw (feat… uh, Things Happening in cars 👀) written by my bestie Winnie!!! (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

Pillow Talk - Anthony is in desperate need of rest & relaxation when he returns home from his latest project, and you’re more than happy to provide it. (coauthored with Winnie!!!)

Come and Kiss Me - Anto takes you as his date to the Oscars. Things get very soft and veryyyy spicy (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

The Stache Fic - Anto grows a mustache. You like it… a lot. (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

Better Kind of Best Friend - Anthony, your friend-with-benefits, stops by for an impromptu visit after an interview. (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

No Rush - just a soft lil makeout blurb <3

Freckle Kisses - very short very sweet lazy morning blurb

Waking Up Next to You - soft lazy morning smut <3 (spicy!! 18+!! Minors begone!!)

i thought we had no chance (and that’s romance) - You resolve to tell Anthony about your feelings— with surprising results. (Part Two to Better Kind of Best Friend) (spicy!! 18+!! Minors begone!!)

[pandoras-box0]

|| : Title : 'golden touch'

|| : Characters : aged up! neteyam x metkayina! reader

|| : Contents Warnings : male!body worship; hand job, oral - male receiving; marking; switch! neteyam; fluff; kissing neteyam's gunshot scar; Metkayina warrior! neteyam; brief cum play; newly mated, honeymoon phase couple;

|| : Synopsis : as a newly mated pair, you and neteyam can't keep your hands off each other. what's better than body worshipping your man during fertility season?

Your lips trail down Neteyam's chiseled chest, leaving purple splotches in your wake. Neteyam's chest heaves, pulling air deeply into his lungs as your lips wander him.

You can feel his abdomen quiver under your hand, as it is sprawled out across his azure skin. The bioluminescent beauty marks lead you as you plant an open-mouth kiss anywhere you see a bright freckle.

You and Neteyam are a newly mated pair, and with the breath of fertility season in the air and your fresh union in your minds, the two of you cannot keep your hands to yourself. So when he comes back after a three-day hunting session, you can't help but jump his bones. Not that Neteyam minds any, he can't get enough of you either.

You giggle at the shake of Neteyam's abdomen as pleasure courses through him. You nibble along his pecs, leaving teasing bites across Neteyam's chest. His fangs are embedded into his lips at your wandering mouth that leaves open-mouthed kisses along his skin. Your warm hand rubbing along his cock.

"feels good, 'teyam?" You ask, greenish blue eyes peering down at your lover. Your thick, paddle-like tail sways with anticipation, as your ears pivot to drink up the male's noises. He lets out a shaky breath, and his eyes flutter as the sounds of your wet hand sliding along his dick bless his ears.

Neteyam hand cups your face, where he runs the pad of his thumb over your cheek. Your chin rests on his chest as your keen into his touch, your wrist still working along his lengthy, cock. Using the remnants of his last orgasm to work his cock in your wet grasp.

Your lips are a rosy color, indents of your teeth pressed into your bottom lip. All Neteyam can think about, is how good you look as you pleasure him. Curly hair in a disheveled, sexy mess. "Yes baby, it feels good." The words slip from him with a light, throaty groan, as you massage his cock in your palm.

His eyes convey just how you make him feel. The dilation of his pupil leaves nothing but the thinnest ring of amber, giving you a dangerously lustful (yet loving) gaze. His hand is heavy on the back of your head as he coaxes you to return your mouth to his chest.

Your ears lightly press into your skull as you look along Neteyam's skin. You kiss along every freckle he has, every scar. Every mark that litters his body, you kiss along. Neteyam watches through droopy eyes, as you press kisses along his flesh. Your tail swishes through the air softly, mind filled with your lover and how content you are, the comforting scent you put out permeates through the air and into Neteyam's lungs.

Neteyam's mouth is slightly open to inhale it deeper, waiting til his lungs ache to breathe you out. You kiss along his gunshot scar, a symbol of his hardship. Shudder crawls its way up the both of your spines as your lips make contact.

Your eyes skim across his dark blue skin, where they settle on his eyes. They hold a vulnerable, soft gaze. You never touched that scar outside from times like this, where you'd be leaving kisses along his skin, worshipping the man in his whole. Every part of him, including that part.

Sprawled out on top of Neteyam's body, pooling between his legs, you let go of his throbbing cock to hold yourself up. With the hand that you have on his chest, you reach up to hold his jaw.

You cradle his face in your hand, giving him a comforting touch. Your thumb tugs his bottom lip as you trace your fingers for the bioluminescent freckles on his chin. Your eyes ask if he's okay, eyes flickering to wear your lips are pressed.

You map him like the fishermen map the stars, holding him as gently as your body will allow. He can't help but kiss the heel of your hand, nodding as your eyes give him concern, love, and comfort. He's more than fine, he's never felt better.

You worm your way down, giving a few sporadic and soft kisses to his sternum before drawing further down. Your hand makes quick work of itself, reaching between your bodies to pick up Neteyam's neglected and drooling cock.

Neteyam lets out breathy groans as you pull away to spit on his cock and your fist. You rub along the tip of Neteyam's dick, coating him in the spit that you'd given him. Your tongue swirls along the stripes of Neteyam's abdomen, sucking hickeys onto his skin when you make contact again.

You pay extra attention to the brighter freckles of Neteyam's. The ones that sit around his belly button, just above his pelvis. Your tongue pressed into the brightest one, biting where you are kissing him.

Neteyam is grunting at the feeling of your wet, warm muscle licking along his skin. His grip on the back of your head tightens as you kiss so close to where he needs you. "Lo..lower, paskalin." He practically chokes on the words, as your hands speed up. Neteyam can't help but grow needy for you, grinding up into your hand.

His eyes flutter shut, long lashes kiss his cheeks as you leave open-mouth kisses along his dick. "Oh, Eywa," his hips gyrate, itching for more as you kiss along his blue shaft. You leave small hickies along his cock.

Your pink tongue peaks from behind your lips, as you tilt Neteyam's cock to lick across the bottom of it. Tongue pressed into a vein that dances along his member, before popping one of his squishy and swollen balls in your mouth. You give it a gentle suck, watching as Neteyam writhes underneath you. His large hand gripping your braided-out curls, a sigh leaving his lips. "Fuck, yawne,"

The noises Neteyam makes when you finally take his entire length down your throat are downright sinful. The feeling of your mouth on him, the feeling of your tongue massaging his cock, it's all so much for him. Neteyam's eyes squeeze out of pleasure. You run a comforting hand over his thighs, and when they open, they met your loving gaze. Neteyam can't get enough of you and your golden touch.

2023 © Pandoras-Box0 — all rights reserved. do not repost or recommend my works on any other site. plagiarism will not be tolerated! inspiration is appreciated if credited, reblogs and comments are also appreciated. Minors dni with my content.

|| : Author's notes : I couldn't help myself lmao, I'm not a fluff writer so I don't know if this is any good. @cinetrix thank you for creating the aged up neteyam art 🙏💙 they're masterpieces.

[witchesversuspatriarchy]

me XD

[secret-sageent]

Thinking about how, usually, the player calls Precinct 41 on day 1. Thinking about how this is probably when Jean learned about his amnesia. Thinking about how Kim said it took him about two days to get into Martinaise cuz of the roadblock. Thinking about how Jean and Judit get there on day 3. Thinking about how this implies that Jean literally dropped everything immediately to get to Martinaise to check on Harry. Thinking about how this shows that, even if he hides it well, he really fucking cares about Harry and worries about him and maybe even- *i get shot in the head and die*

[storytellerofuntoldlegends]

I will say that while I totally respect the cc's not wanting to do a lore heavy series, I do hope they know that fandom is gonna fandom and make lore out of it anyway, and that they don't feel like they have to do lore bc of that. We're just having fun in the sandbox that is fandom, mind your business SKSJDNDN

[sageofthestarz]

This started off as angsty phantom thoughts based on another post I saw and it turned into a kinda fic..

Written at 2am on no sleep, bare with my typos. It's not proofread 😎

Phantom thinking he was a temporary replacement. Not letting himself grow close to anyone even if he desperately wanted to. He was always told be was going to be replaced back with someone better. Someone who belonged in the pack. That someone wasn't him.

It hurt. He's been wanting, craving for a pack. For a family. He can't get attached though. It'll only lead to him being sent back to the hellscape of the pits that much harder when the time comes.

When the tour comes to an end he did end up getting attached, namely Dew, Rain, and Swiss. The last few nights on tour he hides away alone in his bunk when he'd usually be curled up into one of their sides. He's trying to distance himself, he knows how badly this is going to hurt. Bring sent back to the pit after making such close bonds.

He cries silently, small whimpers and longing to be held by his pack, his lovers. It hurts, knowing they never truly cared for him. He's a replacement after all. A stand in for the one they truly loved. He was allowed to think it was real for awhile right? To think all the time they spent with him was truely for him, that they loved him, wanted to bring him pleasure, bring him care. Even if he knew it wasn't for him, he sucked it up like a sponge and gave so much of his heart back to them.

Now, he felt empty. Like a painful void was in his chest. He'd he sent back, cast aside never to be thought of again once they were back. They'd have their quintessence ghoul again. The real one, the one they truly wanted.

He wished he spent one last night with them. Even if it would be selfish of him. He wanted do badly to feel their love one last time. Pretend it was for him. So the very last night once they were asleep he crawled into their bunks the three of them already together. A blank look on his face, sad sunken eyes from a lack of sleep, and painfulled sobs as he crawls against Swiss' chest, allowing himself to be swalled by his large arms, a smaller heater of a ghoul pressing against his back, a ice cold hand relaxing around the warmth and taking his hand.

He feels tears swell into his eyes once more. Holding back a hiccuped sob not wanting to wake them. He just needed this. Needed to feel them one last time. Imprint the feeling of their love onto him before it was transferred back to the true one they wanted.

He silently cried for the whole ride back. The early morning approaching as they got closer back to the Abbey. When they stopped he had to bite into his hand to keep silent. When Papa came onto the buss to get the ghouls inside he pretended to be sleeping, hood up over his face and eyes. Small mumbles from the ghouls waking around him.

Swiss' arms never leave from around him.

He feels himself being lifted into Swiss' arms. A soft sleepy "Common baby,," as he's carried inside. He tenses hearing the two that stayed back. Aether, and Sunny yelling out. He holds his breath when he feels Aether hug Swiss, whispers around him, feeling a large hand press into his back makes him fall boneless. Soaking in the feeling of Swiss one last time. Aethers going to take him form him. Send him right back where he belongs.

But it never comes.

The hand leaves, and there's a low purr in Swiss' chest as he presses a kiss to Phantoms head, all of them walking insidle. He waits, bracing for impact with the cold stone floor when he hears a door open, but instead hes met with a soft bed that smells faintly of Swiss.

There's sleepy murmers he can't understand, but he can smell Dew and Rain closeby. Soon enough, he feels the bed dip, and he's behind pulled against a chest, Swiss', and there's a blanket being pulled over them.

A moment later joins a warmer ghoul, one that curls Into his side and wraps their tails together, another dip after and a icy hand is going through his hair gently before it settles away next to the heat.

There's one more, a heavier one he isn't used to, that he hasn't smelt often. He realizes soon enough it's Aether. A arm being wrapped around all four of the ghouls there. A symphony of purrs is heard within minutes. Every ghoul there sleep, pleased, and relaxed.

Once he's sure they're all asleep, he pushes his hood back and looked around at them all, debating. He should leave. Hes taken too much. They don't want him they have their quintessence ghoul back why is he still there?

He sits up slowly, trying to untangle himself but a large hand stops him, a terrified look shooting over to where Aether lays. He gives him a sleepy smile "Lay back down Magna Stella. You're not going anywhere." Phantom looks at him confirmed "I.. I'm being sent back in the morning..?" He whispers back, Aether simply shakes his head

"You're not going anywhere love. You're pack now, and they love so dearly. Sleep now, you needant be worried. You're staying right here." Phantom doesn't look as if he believes it. Maybe it's a joke, some sick joke to keep him having hope. But the sincerity of how Aether looks to him, he believes him

Tears well into his eyes, a small hiccuping sob escaping him. Aether gives a soft smile "You're safe here. You're pack. You're loved, and you're home."

He's putty against Swiss' chest, the worry and stress disappearing letting into his exhaustion. He sighs, closing his eyes feeling each of them there. Their different energies they fill him with. He's asleep in minutes. Finally able to relax and sleep without worry. For the first time ever, he feels loved, feels like pack, and feels like he has a home.

[orchidbreezefc]

ok. years have passed and we've had some distance, so i'm finally gonna take the leap of faith that tma fandom is finally ready to hear me on this. let's talk about tannins.

161 was the first tma episode i heard on early release, and i felt the bit where martin declines wine and cites tannins was pretty obvious in its implications. cool, got it, say no more.

imagine my surprise when i was one of maybe three people i saw read between the lines there, in a fandom famous for red stringing--a fandom that immediately caught the much less obvious thread of ignition sources in the same episode. i'll spell it out: alcohol is an issue for martin.

maybe it just felt obvious because addiction is a pet issue for me--as it is for jonny, who has said everything he writes is filtered through a lens of addiction. i don't know if that's due to his own experience or a loved one's, and i won't speculate; i also don't know if martin personally struggled with drinking or just avoids it for fear he would, but alcohol would fit what we know of his family. his dad walking out and his mum spiralling into bitter wallowing and verbal abuse? i'd bet one or both of them drank, yeah.

on a basic level martin tries to decline alcohol, and that alone should have raised eyebrows given what we know of martin and, again, a fandom that dissects everything. we already knew martin "K" blackwood lied about his personal life and his family in particular, especially pre-canon, which is when this flashback took place. i was shocked that everyone took his flimsy excuse at face value with no further questions.

and the excuse is flimsy. martin turns down wine by--nervously--exclaiming tannins are "a proven headache trigger!" which sounds like trivia from a magazine cover and not the words of someone who actually has headaches--and it hasn't come up before or since. jon, confused, points out that tea, a drink martin consumes to a degree that is memetic both in- and out-of-universe, also contains tannins, and martin squawks a panicked, "what?!"

if tannins are enough of a concern for martin that he knew they're in wine and so avoids it, why didn't he know they're in his drink of choice? why does he still drink tea at the time of canon, and why doesn't he struggle with constant headaches from consuming 'a proven headache trigger' day in and day out? why, indeed, would someone avoid wine and not tea?

when sasha insists martin drink he caves and agrees to 'just a drop'. i imagine him pouring it in a plant, which admittedly he could have done if tannins really were the issue. i will say that i, for one, would be less likely to falsely agree to something that makes me physically ill than to a private issue that i'd rather not be pressed on any further. this scene also establishes martin's birthday was an ice cream party instead of the more traditional visit to a pub.

also, this scene was in the first episode of the final season, as one of three flashbacks that could have been to any pre-canon event in the archives. prime narrative real estate. not really time one would waste on establishing the important character context that martin has... headaches. which never comes up before or after, even regarding the week he spent in spiral town. but you know what is pretty crucial character background...?

it felt like a no-brainer, and yet all i saw was h/c fluff about jon attending to martin's headaches. and i hate feeling bitter about disability representation. i want folks with chronic headaches to feel seen and have fluffy escapist fantasies. i don't want to be mad about people portraying a character with a disability. but, guys? you got the wrong disability. jonny sent a clear message, and it went over fandom's head.

[our-bisexual-experience]

Just wanted to take a minute to say Happy Asexual Awareness Week and Happy Intersex Awareness Week! I love y’all and I wish you a beautiful week!

[fieldofsecretss]

Y/N: Ugh Draco I can’t do this stupid math...!

Draco: What’s the math problem?

Y/N: Well, we have to add the bed, subtract the clothes, divide the legs and hope we won’t multiply.

Theo: Not gonna lie that was smooth as fuck..

*Draco still not getting it*

[sagethegremlin]

hi I just want everyone to see my beautiful birthday cake

[sagesparrow394]

Just had a Wilbur supporter reblog a post of mine, so just a reminder Wilbur supports are not welcome around here!!! He’s an abuser, with allegations from multiple people, and he admitted to it. Friends who were closer to him than you ever will be dropped him, and it’s harmfully parasocial to believe you know him better than they do

And if you’re reblogging my posts about Charlie Slimecicle, here’s a reminder he publicly posted support for Shelby and is no longer friends with Wilbur