#more implied

[thevandalangel]

STRANGER THINGS A/B/O HEADCANONS

argue with the hand people.

cross posted off my tiktok!

[krispdreemurr]

i do like the idea that kris grabbed the soul away from vessel creation for Plan Purposes but i still struggle to figure out How. local teen breaks into the metanarrative device and grabs an avatar of a higher being before running off with it. gaster chasing them w Benny Hill music

[hanafubukki]

I'm back with another Lilia thought! This one isn't mafia au though, so you can wait with reading it so it won't spoil the immersion lol ( I'm so glad you liked it btw 😭)

This one is about you being Lilia's fae s/o. When he went to NRC with the boys he gave you a cell phone to stay in touch with him with. You use it to play games together and communicate (I think it'd be mostly texting as to simulate writing letters to your loved one who's away), but something he'll never tell anybody about are the more private messages you share. Because he's an old man, sensing lustful messages with Lilia is like writing prose. Taking turns to write and seeing the messages show up in real time...there's just something about this old man and language when it comes to intimate times. He'll save the conversations to re-read whenever he's needy. There's not much video/photo sharing (again, to fit with the whole writing letters thing), but it'd be fun I think if you discover the Twisted Wonderland version of Only Fans and jokingly tell Lilia that you wanna make an account and have him as your only subscriber. He actually loves the idea, of you being needy and the way he finds out is a ping notification that you've uploaded a new photo of yourself- for his eyes only. You'd want the account to be private since it's for personal use but I can see Lilia maybe being adventurous and being into teasing other men knowing they'll never have you. They can see a few clothed pictures but the number of people who can see it all never goes above 1.

-Fake Date Sebek Anon

[Talking about this fic]

Hello Fake Date Sebek Anonie 🌺🌷💞

That Lilia Mafia ask really just hit me suddenly and released all the core memories I had and I couldn’t not make it into a flower shop combination. Thank you Anonie, that AU lives in my brain rent free 💞💞

God can you imagine?? The text messages switches between Victorian flirting to modern flirting and sometimes the combination. Texting each other how much you missed the other so.

Telling him, how you miss his warmth and his touch. How your own imagination and hands can do so much. Even magical toys do not help. Gradually it shifts to this account you see humans use.

How innovative and advanced. Of course you bring it up to Lilia and he’s down. As long as it’s only him that can see it. He loves knowing no one can have you. You’re his.

He loves to show off your more casual pictures but he’s full of pride. No one else can see you, feel you, or touch you. No one else would know your taste.

Hm? What’s this? It’s as if you heard him. You sent him a new picture. He’s happy that fae’s have an abundance of magic. Silver, Sebek, and Malleus can look after each other for a few hours.

He’s going to teleport to you right now. The urge to feel and taste you too great. His hands itches to shred the clothes you have on and Lilia is not one to deny himself of his favorite treat. 💞🌺

[coacoacbyers]

Mileven shippers show rec!!

///AN: The following post contains sarcasm and is critical of the beliefs and expectations certain milevens have for season 5 (such as them being married and having children as teens). It is intended for a byler audience. +spoilers for obx s4\\\

Y’all should really try outerbanks, I think you would love it. Especially the main couple Sarah x John B.

There’s some nice teen pregnancy in there for y’all. I know how important that is to you.

And the couple unofficially get married during a traumatic situation where they don’t know how long they’ll have left together (ring any bells? The world ending in stranger things set the perfect grounds and mood for the mileven wedding if only the authors weren’t such cowards). There’s no waterfall, but it happens on a boat!!

Additionally, for the most extremist milevens (representing a very small portion, don’t worry, I know. Most milevens I actually do quite respect), the boy who’s been a victim of abuse and involved in a love triangle (perfect stand in for Will), though he wins the love triangle, he does actually die. Good riddance! (rip my fav character)

-edited for typos-

[starburr]

Anne coming out to the other two Pre-Amphibia like; "Hey so uhm, I gotta tell you something!" Being all nervous and fidgety with Sasha and Marcy's attention now on her. "Uhmmm, well I think I'm a girl!"

Then a bit of silence as she braces herself for what they're going to say. "I know you might not ha-" Sasha speaks up first. "Awww that's nice. Congrats! But... we both kind of..." Marcy continues. "We kinda knew already but hey! We love that for you!"

Anne breathes a sigh of relief, knowing she's safe among them. "Awww, you guys... C'mere!"

Bringing the two into a cheesy hug, Sasha can't help but fire out a snarky remark. "But just know, Boonchuy? If I was gay which I toooootally am nottttt, then I would be gayer than you!" Marcy a bit offended goes "Hey! Be a little more supportive!" Anne chortles, coughing as the two hug her a little more tightly. "Yeah okay Sashy, you would be." The trio lingering in that hug, not yet realizing what this all means...

Two decades later, when they're all living in the same apartment unit, it'll come up in conversation. "Remember when you said that Sashy?" "Ahh, yeah I distinctly do... But come on, we all know I am gayer than her!" "Didn't realize this was a competition, pfft."

And they'll all be draped lazily over the couch, letting the time pass them by as the sleep takes them over.

[iamvegorott]

Slightly nsfw but now I’m imagining jj jumping on Wilford and smacking his has in the same way a cowboy would slap a horse

And they ride off into the sunset/bedroom

🎶 Save a horse ride a cowboy 🎶

[dragons-bones]

FFXIV Write Entry #25: Of Taunting and Tales

Prompt: trust | Master Post | On AO3

Knock knock a-knock—knockknock! “Guess who~.”

A loud groan answered her. “Go away, you debauched scandalmonger!”

Rereha poked her head into the infirmary of Rhalgr’s Reach, wicked grin firmly in place. “Now, now, Mr. Scaeva, is that any way to speak to the lady come to relieve your unending boredom?” she drawled.

The former tribune of the XIVth Imperial Legion raised his arm, middle finger extended, without raising his head from his pillow.

Rereha cackled and stepped into the room, shutting the door behind her. A disgusted sigh from Nero’s direction, and he flopped his arm back down on the mattress. She grabbed a chair sitting by the wall and dragged it behind her as she waltzed towards Nero’s bed, whistling a cheery tune. She could see his jaw clenched in annoyance as she set the chair up near the head of the bed and cackled again as she hopped up into it. She placed the book she’d been carrying on her lap and folded her hands primly on top of it, beaming.

“How are we feeling today?” she chirped.

“Like I’ve been run over by a flock of rabid chocobos.” Nero stubbornly refused to open his eyes, instead folding his hands on his stomach in unknowing mirror of her. “And then sat upon by a buffalo.”

“That’s an improvement! Last time you said you felt like you’d been chewed and spat out by an enraged king behemoth!”

“Rereha,” he sighed, still not opening his eyes. “Why are you here? Garlond and Greywolfe are infinitely more stimulating conversationalists, for all their damned sanctimonious self-important morals and ethics.”

“I’m hurt, Nero,” said Rereha, placing her hand on her heart. “Genuinely hurt. A friend of mine has been grievously wounded in the course of his attempts to safeguard not just Eorzea, but Hydaelyn as a whole from an interdimensional entity of vast and unfathomable power. I come in my spare time to bring some light and laughter to his dreary hospital room as he heals, and he insults me and wishes for the company of others.” She pitched her voice to express disappointment, regret, sadness, and changed her expression to match.

A long silence descended over them both. Finally, Nero cracked an eye open to stare at her incredulously, arching one golden eyebrow.

“Laid it on a bit too thick, didn’t I?”

He raised his hand and held his forefinger and thumb a quarter of an ilm apart.

“Damn,” Rereha said, crossing her arms. “Ah, well. But to answer your question: Synnove’s been banned by the healers because you two inevitably end up attempting to strangle one another and you reopen your wounds.”

“A disagreement in scientific methods—”

“Nero, sh, shhhh, stop. You had your hands around her neck and Synnove had her thumbs pressing into your eyeballs, okay, I was there.” She reached over and patted his arm. “She was hoarse for three days, by the way, good job on that.”

Nero smirked.

“You two are such siblings,” said Rereha, ignoring his sudden gasp of outrage. “It’s adorable and gross at the same time. And Cid’s banned because you two inevitably end up yelling at full volume and then devolve into furious making out and you reopen your wounds.”

“Slanderous lies, woman, we do NOT “make out,” how dare you imply any sort of relationship with that idiotic—”

Rereha smiled pleasantly as he ranted at her, sitting up to yelling properly into her face. She merely leaned forward to fluff up his pillows so he had a proper backrest. Once he finally ran out of steam and he flopped back, fuming and out of breath from shouting, she said, “Just remember: I want to be your best woman at the wedding.”

“You’re a degenerate wench and I hate you,” growled Nero.

“You’re just upset I wasn’t able to sneak any banana pudding by the healers today,” said the degenerate wench, finally opening the book in her lap. “Now, you’ll mind your cheek if you want me to keep showing up and reading Eorzean folktales to you.”

Nero grumbled and crossed his arms as he leaned back against the pillows on his bed, glaring at her mutinously. Rereha grinned at him. The Garlean finally huffed a sigh and made a ‘get on with it’ gesture.

‘Point to me,’ Rereha gleefully thought as she flipped to where they’d last left off in her favorite book of folktales. She let herself relax, sliding into the storyteller’s headspace, and pitched her voice to lilting and throaty as she began:

“In the times of Sultana Yuyuli Belah Yuli, there lived in Belah’dia a poor porter named Hahabeta Fafabeta, who on a very hot day was sent to carry a heavy load from one end of the city to the other. Before he had accomplished half the distance, he was so tired that, finding himself in a quiet street where the pavement was sprinkled with rose water, and a cool breeze was blowing, he set his burden upon the ground, and sat down to rest in the shade of a grand house…”

When Rereha glanced up a little later as she wove together first the frame story of the Seven Voyages of Sesebaba the Sailor and then the tale of that legendary First Voyage, Nero had his head leaning against the headboard, staring up at the ceiling as he intently listened. He wore a small, genuinely pleased smile.

Rereha grinned to herself, and let herself get lost in the story again, too.

[jupiter-oak]

no thoughts, only crofters: the musical