#I LOVE REGUS

[lostmykeysie]

I just know Remus and Regulus are giggling and kicking their feet when they call the other their brother

no you’re right you’re so so right they are biting their lips giggling blushing kicking their feet twirling their hair around their fingers lowering their eyes nervous heart fluttering and their pinkies are looped together because they’re besties brothers and hope lupin’s boys xxxxxxxxxxxxxx

[anonymocha]

(wip) Bloody Medical Malpractice Yuri Concept

[under cut for blood]

I dont even know the lore to this I just felt like drawing it lol… The things she’d do for a Kumar 2.0 i guess???

May finish this to test things lets find out!

There’s also this where she tries to clean them up proper:

[f1]

[beanie2007]

I LOVE THIS MANN

Hershel Layton my man 🤝🏽

[do not tagged as soft, chonk, friend-shaped, huggable]

[lexithwrites]

regulus cockwarming kink regulus cockwarming kink regulus cockwarming kink regu-

Ugh I love this kink for him a few different reasons but the main one is that my regulus isn’t submissive, just personal opinion I don’t wanna get death threats for this lmao, and so even though he’s primarily a bottom he’s in charge. But cock warming is something he does when he is in that kind of headspace of I want to be taken care of and he needs to relax, plus James feels good too, so they’ll sometimes be in bed or on the sofa with a blanket around them and regulus will be sitting on James dick and genuinely napping because he feels so safe and comfortable, all about trust! Plus if he wants to tease James and torture him he’ll start rocking his hips

[lackadaisicallizard]

Costumes

Yes, I know it's halloween and I tried to write angst but I couldn't do it.

So enjoy this bit of Halloween fluff instead.

“Don’t laugh.” 

James is clearly trying very hard to keep a straight face. “I’m not laughing.” 

Regulus scowls at his husband. “Why on Earth am I dressed as a discount Dolly Parton right now, James?” 

“Don’t act like you don’t know what costume it is. You know exactly what costume it is.” James’ resolve falters and his lips curl up in amusement. 

Yes, Regulus does know what costume it is. He is currently wearing blue jeans with cow-print chaps, a white and yellow top, and a red cowgirl hat complete with a fake red plait that’s fetchingly draped over his left shoulder.   

“Why do you get to be Woody and I’m stuck with the frilly yellow fabric?” Regulus walks over to the mirror next to the wardrobe and glares at his reflection as he tweaks the cuffs on his ridiculous sleeves. 

James isn’t put off though it seems as he comes to stand behind him, his smile wide now. “If it helps, you look very cute in cow-print.” 

Regulus rolls his eyes. “Are you telling me you have a thing for cowboys now, Potter?” 

James laughs lightly as he wraps his arms around Regulus’ chest and his own hands subconsciously move to hold them. He can’t help himself. James Potter and his strong arms have always been his weakness. Well, one of them anyway. 

“Nah I have a thing for you,” James bends down to kiss his cheek, his next words low in his ear, “although now that you mention it, the chaps…” 

Regulus rolls his eyes. “Keep it in your pants, Potter, we’ve got places to be.” 

As if on cue, the bedroom door is flung open and the world’s most adorable Buzz Lightyear comes bounding in. “Daddy you said you’d be ten minutes and it’s definitely been way more than that!” 

James lets go of Regulus’ chest, but keeps his right arm wrapped around his husband’s waist as he turns to face their son. 

“Sorry Harry. I was ready in ten minutes but your papa was taking his time as usual.” 

Regulus hits him lightly in the stomach. “Maybe if I didn’t have to figure out how to pin my hair up so it didn’t show under the wig, we’d be leaving on time.” 

James nods. “It does look good, love. Don’t you think so Harry?” 

Harry nods too, a mirror image of his father. “You look just like Jessie! She’s my favourite you know? Well, after Buzz.” 

And how could Regulus do anything but melt at that comment? Because this is the reason he agreed to the ridiculous outfit- his son’s request for them to dress as his favourite characters from his favourite movie. 

Harry is and always will be his biggest weakness. 

Regulus finally smiles now, fully and properly, and moves to kneel down in front of the grinning six year old, adjusting the helmet that is slightly wonky on his head. “Buzz is my favourite too.” 

“Really?”

“Absolutely. How could he not be?” 

“Exactly! Daddy says that his favourite is Rex.” 

“Yes well Daddy is wrong as usual.” 

“Hey!” Regulus turns to his husband’s mildly hurt facial expression. 

“Two against one.” 

“We win!” Harry exclaims and James’ face immediately shifts back to a smile. He scoops Harry up, careful not to damage his wing in the process. 

“I guess we’ll have to watch it later to really decide a winner, won’t we?” 

Harry looks at Regulus who is now standing next to them. “Can we, Papa?” His voice is brimming with excitement 

“Let’s see how we feel after trick or treating, yeah?”

Harry thinks on this for a second before nodding. “Okay.” 

“Speaking of which, we’d better get going before all the good sweets are taken,” James says as he puts Harry down. “Why don’t you go and grab your bucket and we’ll be out in a second?” 

Harry furrows his brow and Regulus speaks, “I promise I won’t take forever this time.” 

“Okay,” Harry says, easily convinced, and he rushes back out of the bedroom. 

James turns to Regulus, his smile soft and his eyes glinting with the same joy that he just saw written across their son’s face. “Are you ready?” 

And as Regulus takes one last look at himself in the mirror he no longer sees a stupid cowgirl costume that his husband made him wear. He sees a stupid cowgirl costume that belongs to his son’s second favourite Toy Story character. And while the former may not have been enough of a reason for him to pull on a pair of leather boots and go outside to be seen by the general public, the latter definitely is. 

So he answers with a nod of his head and a tone more resolute than he ever thought it would be under the given circumstances. “Let’s do this.” 

“To infinity and beyond?” 

“Don’t push it, Potter.”

[marigold-hills]

burnt, part 2

part 1 here: LINK

They don’t have a first date.

Here is the thing about dating while raising children: it doesn’t work. Or maybe it does and it’s just James, particularly unlucky, because it’s like clockwork: they set a date, they choose a restaurant, James gets ready and then something happens.

No-show babysitter. Broken washing machine flooding the kitchen. Harry waking up screaming, with a fever.

By the end of two weeks, he’s cancelled on Regulus three times.

He’s more than surprised to get another shot. They’ve been texting, Regulus wonderfully sharp and wonderfully patient. Every day, he drives his now-silent not-ice-cream van down James’ road, and they wave at each other through the kitchen window. James watches him and vows to never get in a car with Regulus behind the wheel, because the way he drives? Atrocious. He regularly stalls, misses his turn off the road, and treats traffic rules as nothing more than suggestions. For James road safety is very important, but somehow even this is endearing instead of rightfully horrifying.

It’s a Thursday evening and James is ready for their date on Friday. Everything is sorted out: the dinner reservation is made, the flowers are waiting in a vase (sunflowers and baby’s breath), his good thin sweater (curse the English weather) is dried and ironed and ready. His mum is taking Harry for the night. Nothing is going to go wrong.

At six thirty, it starts to rain. It’s been raining for a few weeks, so he’s not surprised, but then the sky gets dark and ominous looking, and it really starts coming down. Within half an hour he can barely see outside. Harry, mercifully, sleeps through the thunder, uncaring of the inclement weather. At six thirty, James makes himself a cup of tea, looks out of the window, and promptly chokes.

Against some of the strongest wind James can remember seeing, the flimsy little ice cream van stalls. Sputters. Doesn’t start again. James puts down his tea, puts on his shoes, grabs the baby monitor, and rushes outside.

It’s a pitiful sight. The wipers are trying their best but no matter, the window remains completely obscured by water. The side of the van is open. Regulus sits inside, frantic looking and completely soaked, trying his best to start the engine.

James, already feeling the water seeping though his socks, knocks on the window. It’s rolled down. Big eyes, big pout.

“If you ask me for a flake I’ll ruin your life.”

James laughs out loud. “You can’t drive in this.”

“Sure I can. It’s just rain.”

As if in response, a massive, forked lightning splits the sky in half, rumble of thunder following within a split second.

“Bit of a storm,” Regulus adds. The right side of his hair is plastered to his face, the curls stretched and sagging. A raindrop makes its way down his nose. He sneezes and its all so pitiful James just wants to bring him tea and wrap him in a blanket.

“Come on, love,” he says, patient despite having gotten completely drenched, “come inside. I’ll park this up for you, alright?”

For a second Regulus looks like he’ll argue – against coming inside or James driving his van, or maybe against both. Then, another strike of lightning and he scoots over on the chair, opens the door for James to climb in.

It’s less than five minutes, the whole interaction, until they’re tracking water across the floor of James’ living room and kitchen. Harry hadn’t stirred, unaware that the person his daddy has been excitingly talking about for days is now in their home.

James gets them each a towel and sticks on the kettle for tea. Regulus thanks him and runs it over his head, making his curls stick up in all directions. James has a startling realisation that there is a drug dealer in his house and that he let him in willingly – demanded it even.

It’s not the reason he starts laughing.

He starts laughing because, apparently, that is how drug dealers look. Beautiful and tiny and scowling at their wet t shirts, with rings on every finger and eyes like those.

Regulus looks at him a bit wounded, and that’s fair enough actually, because he stands in James’ kitchen for the very first time, looking a little worse for wear, and James just laughs.

“It’s not…” James starts, trying to explain himself, but a bout of giggles stops him again, “you’re very beautiful, and you’re in my kitchen.”

The blush that spreads across Regulus’ face goes al the way down his neck (pretty pretty pretty), and James notices just how soggy his clothes are. “I’ll bring you something dry to wear, alright? Just make yourself comfortable.”

He comes back, himself changed and with a soft T-shirt and comfortable joggers for Regulus (and if the thoughts that led him there were too close to: I want to see him in my clothes, then that’s his own business and nobody else’s.)

“I didn’t know how you take your tea,” Regulus tells him as he takes the clothes, “but I made you one anyway. The way I have it. Because that’s the correct way.”

There’s something so wonderful about how Regulus speaks, all blunt edges to cover a softness.

“Black with lots of sugar?”

Sceptical wariness. “How did you know?”

“You look like you’d have a sweet tooth,” James laughs in response and isn’t it lovely, to stand in a kitchen, with the smell of tea in the air, and a person who inspires laughter?

But Regulus is apparently full of mischief, too. “Are you sweet?” he asks, innocent as anything, big eyes looking up from under his wet curls, and James chokes on his laughter and on thin air.

“Where can I change?” he adds like he’s not just rearranged all the atoms in James’ body to point north.

“Bathroom,” he manages, “first door up the stairs.”

When he comes back his curls are in a frizzy disarray, and James’ shirt dwarfs him. He pulls on the hem, looking unsure. It’s the first time James sees him looking unsure and goddamn it, this works on him just as well.

Could spend his whole life exploring different expressions show up on Regulus’ face, James could. Maybe even causing them. (Definitely causing them.)

“Harry?” Regulus asks.

“Asleep.”

“How long for?”

“Should be a couple hours still.”

“Good,” he strides across the kitchen, crowds James against the counter.

Regulus’ nose is cold the first time they kiss. It makes it even better somehow, this one point against the hot silk of his mouth. James thinks that without it – it grounds him – without it, his mind wouldn’t be able to stay anchored. As it is, he’s floating.

Regulus hums, pulls away. It’s a tragedy. “You are sweet,” he says and then his lips are on the corner of James’ mouth and on his jaw and on the space where his neck meets it.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 31 - Fluff

@wolfstarmicrofic July 31, word count 753

Part twelve of werewolf Sirius

This is probably going to be the last part for now. I might do a second part but a Jegulus. Let me know what you think 🙂

Previous part First part

After finally getting rid of the bat bogeys that were attacking his face, Sirius raced out of the castle after Remus and his brother. They apparated together back to the new camp. Remus checked their wards, and then they headed towards the sound of happy people chatting merrily. 

They all got bowls of food and went to find somewhere to relax. Marcus waved them over to a spot he’d laid blankets on and they settled there. 

Sirius found he wasn’t all that hungry, but he ate anyway, so Rorbey didn’t scold him. It was some sort of rice and chicken dish and was delicious. He felt very full once he'd finished his meal and ended up curled on the blanket with his head in Remus’s lap. Remus ran his fingers lazily through Sirius’s hair, and he could feel his eyes beginning to droop shut. He must have drifted off as the next thing he knew, Remus was gently waking him and leading him into the forest. He glanced back and saw that Regulus had fallen asleep as well. Someone had covered him with a blanket and Marcus was watching over him. He felt bad for abandoning his brother already, but whatever Remus needed him for, it must be important. 

They walked deeper into the forest and came upon a small open area full of wildflowers. Sirius ran out into it, letting his fingers brush the delicate petals. He spun back to smile at Remus, but Remus was right behind him. Suddenly, he was on his back in the middle of the flowers with Remus above him. Remus dipped his head and they were kissing. Sirius laughed and rolled them, not letting Remus’s lips go. Remus rolled them right back, pressing his hips into Sirius's to keep him there. Sirius couldn’t remember the last time they’d been so carefree. 

An hour or so later, Sirius had his head on Remus’s bare chest, and they were watching the clouds drift by in the sky above them. 

“That one looks like the birthmark James has on his arse,” He pointed to a wonky cloud. 

“How do you know Prongs has a birthmark there and what it looks like?” Remus chuckled. Sirius could feel the vibrations through Remus’s chest. 

“Quidditch locker room. I know more than I ever wanted to know about our peer’s naked bodies.” Sirius scrunched up his nose. 

“In that case, I’ll take your word for it.” 

A blueish-white hyena came bounding towards them. They both tensed until they realised it was a Patronus. Marcus’s voice sounded out of its open mouth. 

“The wee Black is waking up,” It told them, then vanished. 

“Come on, sweetheart, time to go back.”  

He snuggled into Remus’s side, holding his hand firmly as they explained everything to Regulus. Regulus stayed silent the entire time they were talking. They told him how they were captured. That Sirius was now a werewolf and how they’d usurped Greyback and Remus had taken over as the pack leader and their plan to rescue him. 

But before Regulus could ask his questions, a loud wailing siren went off. They all jumped to their feet, wands out, ready for an attack, apart from Remus. 

“Oh, good he’s here,” Remus flicked his wand, the air around the treeline wavered and a figure appeared. 

“James!” Sirius cried out, running full pelt at his best friend and launching into his arms. “James!” He cried again, burying his face in James’s chest. 

“Pads, I thought you were dead!” James sobbed as he held Sirius tight.

"I love you, Prongs!"

"I love you, Padfoot!" 

“Bleh,” Regulus gagged behind them. “Are they always this much?” He asked Remus. Remus chuckled.

“I’ve seen worse.”

James peered over Sirius’s head and his eyes bulged out of his head. 

“Regulus?” He rasped. “But, you’re actually… In the papers… Your own family…” Regulus rolled his eyes. 

“Do try to calm down, Potter. Stories of my demise were greatly exaggerated. I’m perfectly fine, as you can see.” Regulus turned more serious. “I have vital information for the Order.”

“Can it wait?” Sirius whined as he wiggled closer to James, missing the contact he hadn't been able to have over the last few months. 

“Only if you want to lose the war,” Regulus scoffed, turning away. 

“Save the world now, hug later?” Sirius suggested, before dropping from James’s arms and bounding after his brother, grabbing Remus’s hand on the way and dragging him along with him. It looked like their adventures were far from over. 

Second part of the series (Jegulus)

[hidden-for-reg]

july 4: wings | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 728

*surgeon x patient au*

previous part, part one

Regulus stirred slightly in his sleep. Yesterday had been an emotionally taxing day. What with him discovering he fancied his own doctor and then said doctor flirting right back at him. So, of course Regulus was a bit tired. After James had finished giving Regulus a rundown of everything to expect from getting surgery, he stuck around for another hour, claiming that if anyone needed him, they could just page him. After spending more time with James, Regulus realized that underneath James' outer layer of charisma, was a dumb, funny, sweet, and overall annoying man. Regulus couldn’t help but be intrigued.

Regulus stirred again in his sleep. His eyes slowly fluttered open and he yelped when he saw a face staring down at him.

“Barty!” Regulus cried, jumping back as his friend grinned in his face. “I thought I told you to stop waking me up like that!”

“Hello, past lover,” Barty crooned, clutching Regulus’ face tightly and smacking a dramatic smooch on his forehead.

Regulus groaned, a small smile on his lips. He glanced to the side and made eye contact with Evan. “Mate, how many times have I told you to put a leash on him?” he asked as Evan peeled Barty off Regulus and deposited him in a chair on the side.

Barty smirked evilly up at Evan. “He has.” He bit his lip, eyes dark.

Evan snorted, smirking back down at Barty.

“Christ, Barty, you’re in public,” Pandora chimed in from where she was standing on the opposite side of Regulus’ bed. “Hey, Reg,” she purred, giving him a quick hug.

“How has my favorite past lover been feeling?” Barty sat his head on his fist. 

Regulus rolled his eyes.

Barty shot up from his chair at the sound of his friend’s silence. “You’re not all of a sudden dying now, are you?”

Regulus raised an eyebrow at his best friend.

“Oh, Reggie, tell me you haven’t sprouted angel wings and plan on flying to heaven!” Barty wailed, jumping into Regulus’ lap.

“Barty.” 

The other man looked up from where he had been hugging Regulus’ waist and smiled at him mischievously. Regulus couldn’t help but grin back and respond with a deadpanned, “Oh, yes, actually, I’ve already died and I am a ghost.”

“Reg, but seriously, how are you?” Pandora asked quietly.

“The painkillers they gave me have got the pain down to almost nothing,” he shrugged. He didn’t feel anything, just a twinge every now and then. The power of the medicine honestly impressed him more than anything. He squeezed Pandora’s hand reassuringly to let her know he really was okay.

Barty snapped his fingers in his face to get his attention. “Dollface, you think you might be able to slide me some of whatever they’ve got you on?” Barty quirked an eyebrow up then scowled when Evan hit him on the shoulder.

“No,” Evan reprimanded. “You’ve just gone clean 2 weeks ago.” His eyebrows were furrowed together. “Please, love, you’re doing so good this time,” Evan pleaded, face gone softer.

Barty’s face also softened. “I know,” he murmured, “was just trying to poke a little fun at our boy all hopped up on the hospital’s meds.” Barty pouted innocently at his boyfriend. “I didn’t mean it, Ev.”

Evan nodded stiffly, gripped Barty’s shoulder affectionately, then turned to dig in the bag he had thrown over his own shoulder. “Regulus, I’ve brought you that book we were texting about yesterday,” he said handing him a book with a smooth black cover.

Barty, still sitting in Regulus’ lap, snatched the book first and flipped to the cover page inside. “Ooh, If We Were Villains by M.L. Rio,” he read aloud. He gingerly set the book on Regulus’ nightstand. He moved his hands to Regulus’ cheeks and patted them while saying, “I admire you, babycakes, I wouldn’t have the patience to put up with a single—“

He got cut off by James Potter entering the room. All heads turned in sync to look at James questioningly. Meanwhile, James blushed a deep shade of red, some form alarm and chagrin flashing in his eyes. Regulus couldn’t possibly figure out what reason James would have to be chagrined in this moment though.

“Woah, who’s the Adonis that just walked through the door?” Barty exclaimed from where he was still in Regulus’ lap and clutching at Regulus’ face.

next part

[aubreysheadspace]

Hello! This is my first time requesting something like this so I’m a little bit nervous <:3 But anyway can I request the omori faraway gang (including Mari) with a partner who is just in LOVE with snakes. Like they have several snakes at home, both big and small. She knows all these facts about snakes and how to take care of them. Just a reader who absolutely loves sneks :3

MAIN CAST WITH A READER WHO LOVES SNAKES

OMG SNAKES LOOK SO COOL but I’m absolutely terrified of them honestly . THIS REQUEST IS CUTE THOUGH??? hope u enjoy ! (Spoiler alert: they’re all a bit afraid)

this man SUNNY has definitely never seen a snake personally, i mean he has no reason to after all, he lives in a town! either way he’s probably afraid of them without even realizing it

once he visits your room full of snakes.. he doesn’t move from his place. he’s petrified. you might need to help him walk from his spot at the front of your door.

conclusion: he’s never coming over, which sucks but hey, the man’s afraid after all. sure he had a snake give him daily allowance in his HEADSPACE, but that was in his mind!

AUBREY grew up in FARAWAY TOWN, so she also had no experience with a snake. nobody owned a pet snake until you moved into town (last time i checked). she always listened to when you spoke facts about snakes.

it was weird that you knew so much, she clearly didn’t take the hint that you probably owned one. so when she came over one day… let’s just say AUBREY saw the life flash before her eyes. (exaggeration)

conclusion: she was TERRIFIED at first, but of course you let her know your snakes weren’t venomous. at one point she even held a tiny snake in her hands, until she got too frantic and tried to shake it off. she’s also not letting them around her pet BUN-BUN at all, her bunny is not food for your snakes!

BASIL is a fond of all animals just like he is with plants, but snakes and other scarier animals are just.. scary to him. they are fun to read about.. but to actually meet one in person? he’d die from a heart attack for sure.

even thought that’s the case, he loves hearing all about your snake facts! your conversations are like a deal being made. you give snake facts, and in return basil gives you plant facts. it’s a win-win on both ends. so when he finally comes over and meets all of your snakes..

conclusion: he fainted, well almost. he tried to keep it cool but flinched at every one of them that tried to move. eventually he starts calming down and sees that they’re kinda cute! just.. just don’t ask him to feed them with a dead animal or he’ll actually pass out.

while KEL moved to FARAWAY TOWN when he was just a kid, he had grown accustomed to the town and never expected to meet any strange wild animals. if he did, he would totally go, "woah look! a cool looking bear!"

KEL loves when you rant to him about the snake facts you have up your sleeves! he thinks snakes are so cool and awesome, it’s like he doesn’t even think he’s gonna meet any..! until the day you invited him over.

conclusion: give him time to process the many snakes in your room. he’s gonna think they’re so cool! he definitely the type who goes up to one of them in their glass tank and taps the glass to say, "hey little guy!"

HERO is probably a guy who would pass out the minute he sees an wild animal roaming the streets. thankfully he never had to deal with an exotic animal in his life until.. you came along!

he’s a guy who would ask questions about the things a person is interested in, and would allow them to ramble, so of course he does it with you and your wild facts about snakes! when you asked him to come over, he doesn’t mind and happily says yes! i mean, what could go wrong?

conclusion: you might’ve just given him a new fear. spiders are still his number one enemy but snakes might be in his top 20. of course he tries to like them for your sake but.. it’s hard for him when they’re constantly making noises at him like they wanna bite him..

MARI is someone who’s a fan of regular pets like a cat than exotic ones like a snake. she doesn’t judge though, because it’s MARI after all! you can talk to her about anything and she would always listen!

so of course when you talk about snakes with her, she loves all the snake facts you bring to the table. she’ll even surprise you with a snake fact the next day, she researched it in hopes you enjoyed it! even after all this, she never expected you to actually have snakes in your house until the day she came over..

conclusion: she’s very … flinchy around your snakes at first, so you might wanna help her with that. eventually she’ll grow to love your snakes and start to think they’re adorable the more she focuses on their cute face!

[lostmykeysie]

This is so Remus and regulus coded

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH YOU'RE RIGHT THE THING IS YOU ARE CORRECT

[mychlapci]

So going back a day or so about needing Merformer Optimus needing to exist and getting successfully knocked up by the most unexpected choice. Ratchet was, of course, fucking awesome, but I’ve always had a soft spot for Optimus/Rung, especially in IDW due to a very good fic.

Rung, the oldest mer not only in their facility, but known to exist. They believe he is the last of his subspecies and as far as they are concerned will be the last of them. He is treated a bit like those old slow tortoises and the staff is all fond of him and he freely moves around largely unbothered by the other mers universally.

Unbeknownst to the staff the reason no one bothers him is that he is ancient and is well known for being the Best Sire hands down. He has had hundreds of offspring and outside of the facility has spent a season at least once with plenty of the inhabitants. Part of his appeal is that the offspring with him generally take after the carrier but with little to no health issues and are longer lived and he is always willing to assist with unrelated clutches, so he’s generally very popular. Everyone is either old fuck buddy on good terms, a descendent, or he helped babysit their offspring from a previous clutch.

Due to his age and species his breeding seasons are centuries apart (like that one old shark that takes centuries to hit puberty) and the fact most of the mers in the facility are already paired up and those that aren’t (or aren’t monogamous) aren’t his type he hasn’t been offering himself when others get horny. The staff think he doesn’t have a breeding season anymore (wrong) and don’t bother keeping an eye on him as he has been known to be helpful for first-time carriers or ones without partners or large clutches. He’ll just show up in a tank and the mers there usually accept his help for the season.

Optimus though, shy, confused, pretty Optimus, just happens to line up both with Rung’s preferences and his first Rut in 800 years. So, smiling sweetly he takes himself over to the tank slips in, completely unbothered by staff and proceeds to gently coax Optimus into a dance and then into his private space to finish the courtship before he gets too far into the Rut and reveals more than he wants the staff to see.

Optimus is absolute putty as Rung spends his millions of years of practice taking mer Optimus’s virginity and insuring he keeps him full and dazed to make sure he succeeds in getting him pregnant.

Another reason Rung doesn’t normal try anything?

He’s a little intimidating when he goes into breeding mode because he’s actually a deep sea mer. Lets add a little eldritch abomination to Rung for this. Picturing a mix of those monster Rung and Spark Eater rung designs to be honest. Like claspers and teeth and tentacles and hypnotic biolights all branching out form the translucent plating over his Spark to keep his partner placid as they generally breed with those not in their species. All normally stored inside him and fangs with just a bit of venom to keep his partner going as long as he is. Optimus though, new to the facility, has his resting place without cameras.

If the staff could see it would look more like Optimus being eaten then having sex, especially with the wailing and wriggling being stopped by Rung digging into him.

I'll be honest, I briefly considered Rung as well. I love me some ancient, deep sea monster Rung who bred his way through the ocean. (We’ve already agreed on this blog that mer Rung would be a dick wielding menace.)

The thought of Rung casually hauling himself into Optimus’ tank, like he had done many times before, unsuspecting, friendly, fluttering his tail around as he subtly initiates a mating dance… I like that. Rung turns the bigger mer into a pretty little doll in his hands, keeping Optimus under him with paralyzing venom and tendrils that he previously didn’t have.

It’s been a while since Rung had a nice, virginal slit to breed. There were times he’d help out young mers come into their own regularly, but it’s been a long time since he’s allowed himself to really indulge. Despite his… very intimidating appearance, I think Rung remains gentle and sweet, coaching Optimus through the mating, giving him everything he needs while taking what he wants.

Optimus has no idea what he’s getting into. By the time Rung is done with him, he’s barely lucid, lost in a haze of overloads tripping into each other, and definitely pregnant <3

[wisedelusionalmarshmallow]

@jegulus-microfic, June 15th - Release, T, Word Count - 575

Regulus had lied again. And James thought he was okay with it. Hearing him tell his friends that he was on "prefect duties" or that he was studying. He knew Regulus couldn't tell his family, but why not his friends? James pretended it didn't bother him, but last night was the final straw.

He overheard Regulus talking with his friends about how annoying James was, how his friend group is repulsive, and called him nearly every other word in the book. James knew what they had was just something casual but hearing those words broke him.

So that night, when they met up at the astronomy tower—like they usually do—James couldn't stand the sweet smile Regulus was sending his way, knowing what the boy had said about him only hours ago.

That smile was what triggered this release of emotions he didn't know he was keeping bottled up.

"—go tell your friends another lie. Tell them that you were out studying, that you were reading, finishing your homework. Tell them that you fucking hate me and how 'repulsive' me and my friends are." James was yelling. He didn't care who heard him at this point. All he cared about was Regulus knowing how much his behaviour was affecting him.

"James—" Regulus starts, a pleading look on his face.

James quickly cuts him off. "No. I don't want to hear it. I'm tired of being secret. Hiding from your family I get, your friends I don't. Are you that ashamed of being seen with me? Sorry for thinking I was more than just a good shag to you."

Regulus's voice gets weaker and he starts to tear up. James faintly wishes he could go up and comfort the younger boy. "James—"

"Save it. I don't need your apol—"

It was Regulus' turn to yell. "James I love you!" The admission came with a few tears rolling down Regulus' face and all James could do was stand there in silence. Regulus loves him?

"I'm just scared..." Regulus continues, the vulnerability in his voice unlike anything James has ever heard come out of his mouth. "I'm scared of what people will think. I'm scared of my family finding out. I'm scared that you still see this is all casual, and I'm scaring you off by catching feelings."

"Regu—"

It was Regulus' turn to cut him off. "And I’m sorry, too. I've been so focused on myself that I forgot to think of how you may have been feeling."

"Regulus?"

He seemed to tense up after his name was called, "Yes?"

"I love you. Too," James admits.

Regulus lets out a small smile, but James can still tell there's a sadness behind it. "What does that mean for us James?" There's so much excitement and worry in that simple question, that James isn't quite sure how to respond, so he just says what's on his mind again.

"I don't want to be a secret. And, I know that you're scared, but I'll stay by you. If anyone says anything I'll hex them."

Regulus laughs. "I doubt you'll have to hex anybody."

"I would do it for you though."

Regulus scoffs and looks away, his face flushing. "You're such a dork," he mumbles.

James laughs even harder now. "Did Regulus Black just call me a dork?" James doesn't think he's ever heard that word come out of Regulus' mouth before.

"Shut up and kiss me." And James couldn’t refuse that.

[moodymelanist]

Cassian casually ponders if he should get a haircut and Nesta trying to be supportive but caves and tells him how much she loves his hair

so I was scrolling through my inbox for something to do for @nessianweek day 4 and this ended up being the winning prompt. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did anon hahaha

Read on AO3 here!

✵✵✵✵✵✵ Cassian

Cassian growled in annoyance as his hair slipped out of the loose bun he’d thrown it in for what felt like the thousandth time this morning, motioning for a time-out so he could fix it. 

“Again?” Azriel asked, fixing Cassian with an exasperated look before lowering his hands. “At least make it quick.”

Cassian, Azriel, Gwyn, and Nesta had a standing Saturday morning gym session, and Cassian and Azriel were wrapping up their workout with some light sparring while Nesta and Gwyn were doing their ab circuit. Cassian had been looking forward to this all week, but it was hard to stay focused on the fight when his hair kept slipping out of its bun every five seconds.

“Sorry, I'm sorry,” Cassian answered. He picked the offending hair tie up off the ground and hastily pulled his hair back into a ponytail, hoping this time would be the time it stuck. “Ready?”

“For you to cut your hair?” Azriel quipped back. “I was born ready.”

Cassian laughed as he settled back into his fighting stance. “I’m not allowed to cut my hair.”

“Says who?” Azriel responded, mirroring Cassian’s stance back at him.

“Technically, nobody.” Cassian circled Azriel for a few moments, eventually feinting to his right and trying to sneak in a hit to the left, but Azriel didn’t fall for it. “I just value my life.”

“I’m sure she wouldn’t be that mad,” Azriel said, chuckling. “It’s just hair. It’ll grow back.”

“Easy for you to say,” Cassian said back. He stayed light on his feet and dodged the jab Azriel tried to throw his way. “You and Rhys are practically bald compared to me.”

“Just ask her once we’re done,” Azriel suggested, recovering quickly from his missed hit. “Maybe then you can actually beat me without using all those time-outs.”

“Fuck you,” Cassian replied playfully. “I could beat you any day of the week.”

Azriel snorted. “Not today.”

The two of them swapped half-hearted trash talk until Azriel decisively won the fight, refusing to drop his smirk even after they headed back to the locker room for quick showers. Cassian was more than happy to play sore loser; despite what Azriel claimed, Cassian had won enough rounds over the years that he was fine not being the victor today. There was always next week, anyway.

They both showered and changed into a fresh set of clothes, grabbing their bags and water bottles before leaving the locker room to meet their respective girlfriends. Nesta and Gwyn were sitting on one of the couches near the entrance waiting for them, both looking freshly showered and dressed after their own workouts.

“Hey sweetheart,” Cassian said once he and Azriel were close enough.

Nesta looked up from where she and Gwyn had been chatting, a soft smile forming once she met his eyes. “Hey.”

“Good workout?” Gwyn asked, though she was clearly focused on Azriel.

“Yeah,” Azriel replied. He held out his hand and Gwyn quickly reached out and took it, letting him haul her to her feet with a happy grin. “We actually had a question for the two of you.”

Nesta similarly let Cassian pull her to her feet and fixed them with a cautious look. “Oh?”

“Azriel thinks I should cut my hair,” Cassian told her, mentally preparing for her reaction.

“I see,” Nesta replied slowly. “What do you think?”

Cassian exchanged a glance with Azriel before deciding to just go for it. “It’s always getting in the way at the gym, so…”

“When’s the last time you had short hair, anyway?” Gwyn questioned as the four of them started walking toward the door. They all parked in the same garage, so could continue their conversation as they headed toward their cars. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you with it.”

“Maybe high school?” Cassian mused. He’d gotten regular haircuts all throughout his childhood, but once he’d gotten to college he’d missed one too many and had decided to just go with it. “I started growing it out in college and never looked back.”

“He looks like me,” Azriel added, holding the door open for them. Cassian took over to hold it for Nesta and slung his arm around her shoulder once everyone was outside. 

“Just not as broody,” Cassian teased with a little chuckle. Gwyn couldn’t hold back her own laugh, but she winked up at Azriel to let him know she was mostly joking.

“Are you really serious about cutting it?” Nesta asked, looking at Cassian with a pinched expression.

“A little bit,” Cassian lied. He knew good and well how much she loved his long hair, but he was in too deep now. Might as well see her reaction through to the end. “Would you hate it?”

“I wouldn’t hate it,” Nesta said slowly. “It would just. Take some getting used to.”

“Translation: she would hate it,” Gwyn chimed in. “And then me and Em would have to hear all about it until your hair grew back out.”

“No I wouldn’t,” Nesta argued, her voice a little too high-pitched to be believable. “I’d be supportive!”

“You don’t have to lie, Nesta,” Gwyn replied with a laugh. “You’re amongst friends.”

“If Cassian wanted to cut all his hair off, I’d be all for it,” Nesta lied right through her teeth. Cassian couldn’t help but grin at how aggressively she was defending her support of his hypothetical haircut when they could all tell how much she would hate it. “We could stop by the salon right now if he wanted to!” 

The four of them got into the elevator, Azriel pressing the button for the third floor while Cassian leaned over and hit the button for the fifth floor. “Sweetheart, I’m touched.”

“You should be,” Nesta said primly. “I don’t care if you’re bald or your hair’s as long as Rapunzel’s. I’d still have you.”

Cassian couldn’t help but melt. Every time Nesta did or said something to show how much she cared about him, he just wanted to bury his face in her hair and never let her go. Some of that must have shown on his face, because Gwyn and Azriel simultaneously rolled their eyes while Nesta’s softened around the edges the longer she looked at Cassian.

“And on that note,” Azriel said back just as the elevator made it to the third floor. “I think it’s time for us to go. You proved your point, Cass.”

“Keep it PG until you get back to the house,” Gwyn teased. “There are cameras in here.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Cassian responded, laughing as he waved them off. As if what he and Nesta got up to being recorded was supposed to turn him off . “See you two next week.”

Once the elevator made it to the fifth floor, Nesta turned and looked up at Cassian with a question in her eyes. “What did Azriel mean?”

“By what?” Cassian asked, reaching into his pocket for the car keys.

“That you’d proved your point.”

“Oh. I just told him there’s no way I’d actually cut my hair because I know how much you’d hate it.”

“I wouldn’t hate it.”

“Yeah, you would.”

“Okay,” Nesta admitted with a sigh as she slid into the passenger seat. “Maybe I would.”

“I’m not cutting my hair anytime soon, Nes,” Cassian reassured her as he turned on the car.

“You better fucking not,” she grumbled. “What else would I have to pull you around by?”

He just smirked at the massive opening she’d left him. “I have some suggestions.”

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[screemnch]

About your Danyas and Tyomas

Hi, it’s almost 2 am and I have a flight in like, 9 hours, which means it’s time for pedantic linguistic musings. Specifically I’d like to share some fun info about Russian phonetics (which I’ve stated many times are really weird) and how that relates to the diminutive names that you can give to Russian characters (including these stupid pathologic characters that live in my head rent free)

As a final preamble I want to point out that this isn’t a critique on the English only speakers within the fandom. I love y’all and you are awesome. However, Russian is it’s own language with distinctive phonetics and notations, and the English language is a bit too��� Not limited, but different, and it does not convey Russian words and names properly, especially in notation (don’t get me started on how “Tycheek” is actually pronounced in Russian). And since I’m also here to bridge the gap between languages while also trying not to completely Englishize and Americanize my existence… I’ve decided to talk about the dreaded Russian “y-” vowels.

The Russian language has 10 vowels, which are:

а (“ah” sound, but shorter)

o (“oh” sound but without the “h”)

у (“oo” sound but can be as short as you’d like”)

э (“eh” or like the “e” in the word “ten”)

и (“ee” sound, also can be as short as you’d like)

ы (uhhhhhh… Best I can describe it is the sound you make when you get punched in the stomach)

And that’s it! Here’s the part where you go “wait, tumblr user screemnch, that’s only 6 vowels! Why are you lying to me?” The thing is tho, that I am not lying to you. The other 4 vowels “е”, “ё”, “ю”, and “я” are what I can only describe as “composite vowels” as in vowels that are made up of those I’ve already told you about and the awesome letter “й” (which has the same sound as the “y” in “yes”).

The vowel “e” is comprised of “й” and “э” to make a “yeh” sound.

The vowel “ё” is comprised of “й” and “о” to make a “yoh” sound.

The vowel “ю” is comprised of “й” and “у” to make a “you” sound.

The vowel “я” is comprised of “й” and “а” to make a “yah” sound.

With me so far?

The names we’re looking at today are Daniil (Даниил) and Artemy (Артемий), for which people have elected to use the diminutives of Danya (Даня) and Tyoma (Тёма). Based off of what I explained just now, this makes sense phonetically (and I’ll bet my money that it was my fellow Russian speakers that told y’all about them). HOWEVER. Do not be fooled, do not be deceived. Because Russian phonetic laws get even weirder.

The phonetics I’ve illustrated for you make sense in particular instances. Mainly, when a “composite vowel” is the letter in the very beginning of the word (such as the last name of the Russian actor Oleg Yankovsky. The letter “Я” being in the front makes the “yah” sound).

The other instance is when the “composite vowel” is prefaced with either the soft (ь) or hard (ъ) sign, such is the Russian spelling of cognac (коньяк). These signs have no sound of their own, but provide a kind of separation that allows these “composite vowels” to sounds as I described.

Are you ready for the curveball? It happens when a “composite vowel” is prefaced with a consonant. See, almost all Russian consonants have a “hard” and “soft” versions. It’s a very slight phonemic difference that is difficult to catch if you hadn’t been hearing Russian since childhood (cuz that’s how learning how to distinguish phonemes works. You’re most fine-tuned to the phonemes of the language you were surrounded by as a kid) and is difficult to explain. But I will attempt to.

When you say the word “no” the consonant “n” is a hard one. If you were to use the “soft” version while trying to say “no”, it’d sound a but closer to how you say “gnocchi”.

When you say… Ugh, ok, when you say “nya~” the consonant “n” is a soft one. If you attempted to use the “hard” version while trying to say “nya~” it’d sound more like “nah”.

And that’s what happens in the Russian language. The presence of a regular vowel (except for “и”) dictates that the consonant prior to it is a “hard” one. The presence of a “composite vowel” in turn swallows the “й” (y-) sound in return for softening the prior consonant. Consonants can be soft in other instances. Idk if I’ve actually done it in my analyses when attempting to write phonetics, but you may have seen me use an apostrophe after some letters. I got it in my head some long time ago that that’s how you indicate soft consonants when writing in English, and it’s too late to stop now.

So, if the “й” (y-) sound gets swallowed by the prior consonant, all we get to hear is the “-а” although it sounds like a “я”. So let’s try saying “nya~” the Russian way.

You’d start as if you were trying to say “nya~” how you would in English, but stop short before you actually open your mouth. Substitute the “ya” with an “a” or “ah” sound. The softer “n” sound will alter the vowel, creating (hopefully) the authentic, Russian “ня”.

So, when, for example, saying the name Даня you would apply the same logic. The “y-” sound gets swallowed up by the softened “n”. Same for Тёма. The softer “t” (like in “tea”) swallows up the “y-” sound.

And yes, I’m aware that there isn’t much one can do when writing down names using English letters. But I also don’t really want the whimsical and weird Russian pronunciation to go unappreciated. It’s my language, dangit, it’s worth learning.

Also, I’d encourage you to explore some more fun Russian diminutives. With the names we explored alone you can get the actual Russian nicknames of Данечька (“Danech’ka” using the “-ech’ka/ochka” suffix) and Артёмка (“Artyomka” using the “-ka” suffix).

This concludes today’s linguistic ramblings (and totally not secret propaganda to get people to learn Russian.)

[consanguinitatum]

David Tennant's Obscure Performances: Sweetnightgoodheart and its time traveling release date(s)

Heya all you David Tennant fans! I'm back with a small thread about a 2001 short film which David starred in called Sweetnightgoodheart (hereafter called SNGH).

SNGH was 9:16 in length. It was written and directed by Dan Zeff and produced by Litmus Productions in association with Bliss.com films for BBC Films. Its original title was Sweetnight Goodheart (with the two words separated) but somewhere along the way, the words were connected.

More about the title, this time from the BFI: "This entertaining short film takes a lighthearted look at the anxiety of modern relationships. The mix up of the title - a play on the familiar WWII song 'Goodnight Sweetheart' - highlights the confusion and miscommunication that is the film's premise."

Now, although I just said it was released in 2001.....if you look at the IMDb entry above very closely, I'm sure you've noticed it says 2005.

This, my friends, is wrong. And I'm about to prove it.

According to the British Film Institute, SNGH was one of the short films which made its premiere in August of 2001 at the Edinburgh International Film Festival. It was a nominee for Short Films. It also screened at the 45th Regus London Film Festival as part of their Urbania Shorts slot in November of 2001, and was a nominee for Short Cuts & Animation.

Sooooo.....unless David and everyone involved with the project are all time travelers and they somehow filmed the short in 2005 but took it back to 2001 to show at the festivals?....well, you get the picture.

After SNGH's premiere at the two festivals, it was sold to HBO and Cinemax. It was broadcast in the USA (and yes, you read that right!) on Cinemax beginning in August of 2002. It was shown every couple of months or so until July of 2004. It was first aired on HBO beginning in March of 2003 and was broadcast intermittently until June of 2004. Judging by the broadcast listings, it appears both networks used it as short "filler" material in between their full-length movie offerings. And after those two stopped airing it, PBS in the USA then aired it as part of its Imagemakers series in September of 2005. Here are some newspaper blurbs (with the newpaper titles and dates above them) to prove these broadcasts occurred:

Further proof? On Valentine's Day of 2009, the BFI screened SNGH with its other main features. That screening's entry for the short also says it was released in 2001.

I wanted to find out why IMDb would say 2005, so I poked around a bit. Oddly, its release date information specifies "Hungary" (okaaay?), while sources elsewhere have the 2005 date noted as the date of its "world premiere". The Hungary release date might well be accurate, but I'm not sure exactly what world premiere means...besides, it's obviously an error (since we've already shown it aired in the US in 2002 through 2004). So I think we can safely cross out 2005, don't you?

But ohhhh, we're not yet done on the dates, because some sources also give a release date of 2003! This date, however, is much easier to explain. The 2003 date originates from its initial broadcast on BBC2. It aired as a part of a 50-minute program called Ways To Leave Your Lover (hereafter called WTLYL) at 11:20 pm on 25 March 2003. WTLYL featured five 10-minute short films with a common thread - the end of love. in addition to SNGH, the other four films were Stag, Dog, Unscrew, and Dumping Elaine.

So...now that we've taken care of the date mix-up, let's get into the short itself!

SNGH starred David as Pete, and Kate Ashfield - who he would also go on to star with in a 2002 audio drama called The Island and in 2005's Secret Smile - as Juliet. It also starred Diana Hardcastle as Anthea, Cliff Parisi as Colman, and Thusitha Jayasundera as Yasmin. Here is the archived BBC press release for WTLYL before it was aired.

And the plot? Well, if you haven't yet seen SNGH here's a great plot synopsis which might intrigue you enough to chase it down. It's from the 23 March 2003 edition of the Sunday Times: "Dan Zeff's cautionary tale Sweetnightgoodheart observes [how] David Tennant's attempts to ditch his girlfriend (Kate Ashfield) spiral out of control." And from the

Here are also a couple of photos!

And while we're at it, here are a number of short summaries - and one longer article from the Evening Standard which includes a photo! - which appeared in various newspapers when WTLYL aired in 2003:

During my research into the origins of SNGH, I've seen the BBC series it featured in variably titled as Ways To Leave Your Lover, and Eight Ways To Leave Your Lover. This discrepancy appears both in print and on the CVs of various actors and crew involved with the project (here's an example). While not confirmed, my belief is Eight Ways to Leave Your Lover was a working title. Five films aired on the program, but I've found an additional two which didn't (which makes me think there was a third whose title I have not been able to ascertain). I believe that at some point in the process, a decision was made to remove three of the films originally scheduled to air, and the name was changed accordingly.

in addition to SNGH, the other four films aired during WTLYL were Stag, Dog, Unscrew, and Dumping Elaine. I didn't find places to watch most of them, but you can see Dog and Dumping Elaine at the links I've provided. Here's what I know about them:

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Stag - written by Ian Iqbal Rashid and starring Stuart Laing and Nitin Ganatra: a bridegroom wakes up on the morning of his wedding in bed with the best man.

Dog - written by Andrea Arnold and starring Joanne Hill, Freddie Cunliffe and Veronica Valentine: a fifteen year-old girl finds the will to stand up for herself when she witnesses a disturbing and violent incident.

Unscrew - written by Clara Glynn and starring Douglas Henshall and Emma Fielding: a surreal short about a guy whose girlfriend unscrews his penis and takes it with her when they begin separating their belongings after their breakup.

Dumping Elaine - written by Peter Lydon and starring Susan Lynch, Matthew Delamere and Dido Miles: waitresses play Cupid.

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SNGH is archived at the BFI on VHS and Beta, and in two master forms (16mm/35mm). You can see it there, but I'll save you a trip: while a 4.35G digital copy was made off the master, there's no access to it. The viewing copy MP4 is only 305MB.

If you've read this far, you're probably wondering how you can see it. There are plenty of ways! If you are a registered BFI Screenonline user - and registration is free for users in UK libraries, colleges and universities - you can watch it here (and perhaps download it, though I'm given to understand it's only available for download during certain times). It's also floating around the webs in various forms and qualities on Vimeo, Dailymotion, FilmNow, etc. All of these aren't the greatest of quality, but it's the best we've got. Ah, for a better quality video file taken off the master copy!

But I'd recommend watching it at Dan Zeff's own website.

And that's it for Sweetnightgoodheart. I hope you've enjoyed reading about it as much as I have writing and researching it!