#self-reg

[dopetaleobject]

Jak rozprawić się ze stresem?

Często słyszymy jak ludzie narzekają, że są zestresowani. Stres to naturalna reakcja organizmu na przebywanie pod presją i zwykle pojawia się, kiedy w naszym życiu dzieje się za dużo albo utrudnia je jakaś dręcząca nas myśl. Szkoła, zadania domowe, sport, kluby zainteresowań, przyjaciele i rodzina nie zostawiają nam w ciągu dnia wiele czasu, żeby zupełnie nic nie robić. Możemy nie zdawać sobie z…

[redgitanako]

Some sketches from the trip + a self portrait :^

[honeynclove]

me n @rxttenbxnes in the ramshackle dorm uniforms I designed

Ik it looks like gabby got the short end of the stick design wise but they specifically wanted a simpler design and there’s even a more detailed non housewarden uniform one modeled by our npc 😭😭😭 (there’s also some doodles underneath the cut)

[umlewis]

via fia.official's ig story - june 6, 2024

[actualalienfauna]

Life has been good lately. Really good.

[sixlane]

remus and regulus would be such dry texters it would actually be funny

i think remus is just a regular texter and reg is like. using correct grammar and punctuation and no abbreviations. this is a hc i’ve had for a long time. he’s texting like “Hello Remus. Will you be available today at 11:30 a.m. to go over today’s lecture?” and remus is just like “yeah i can meet u at the library” the dryest texts you’ve ever read are actually between reg and evan. who haven’t texted more than 5 words to each other in the last two weeks. They only talk on the phone.

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[floralflorence]

POV: Leo and Reg sneak off during a party. (Purely self-indulgent smut - sorry not sorry.)

Minors DNI :)

"Hey, handsome." Leo jumped slightly at the arms suddenly wrapping around his waist, almost spilling the coke he was adding to Logan's drink. He put the bottle down, deftly screwing the lid back on before turning, leaning his lower back against the counter.

"You scared me," Leo laughed, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead.

"Désole, Peanut. Could I maybe...make it up to you?" Reg drawled in a low whisper, pushing up onto his tiptoes to kiss him slowly, balancing using a hand on Leo's torso. With a surprised hum at the intensity, Leo cupped Reg's cheek to pull him in closer, another hand coming to support the small of his back.

"Knutty, if we could remember that's my little brother, that'd be great," Sirius called from the doorway of the kitchen, his voice carrying over the noise of the team party in the Cubs' living room. Leo just stuck a thumb up behind Reg's back before slipping his hand around to the back of his head, tugging him in as he slipped his tongue into his mouth. They pulled away with a wet sound, Leo stroking a thumb across Reg's bottom lip.

"You're forgiven," he mumbled, surprised, grinning when Reg laughed loudly.

"You're banned from wearing these shirts when you're party hosting," Reg replied indignantly, wrapping his arms around Leo's neck.

After glancing down at his shirt, which really would have just been a normal shirt if it wasn't for the obscenely tight fit. "Oh really? Why's that, hm?"

"Because you're a good host and won't agree to disappear upstairs with me," he pouted back.

Leo debated for a minute before leaning down and pressing a kiss just below Reg's ear, whispering into it softly.

"You know, there are two more hosts. No one would miss us if we slipped into the bathroom for a few minutes."

Reg pulled back to look him in the eyes for a moment. "You better be serious about that," he mumbled, sliding his hand slowly down Leo's torso after a quick look back at the doorway. Leo's eyes fluttered when Reg cupped him through his jeans, adding slight amounts of pressure as he groaned.

"Bathroom. Allez."

Doing a terrible job of not looking too proud of himself, Reg tangled his fingers with Leo's, tugging him along behind him. "Shit - one sec," Leo said, grabbing Logan's cup from the counter and sprinting into the living room to give it to him, that being the whole reason he was in the kitchen in the first place. Reg hovered by the door to the downstairs bathroom, trying to look inconspicuous. He had to stifle a laugh behind his hand as he watched Kasey desperately try and focus on the conversation he was having with Celeste and Logan. His main distraction came in the form of Alex, stood next to him talking with Finn and Dumo, tracing and raking his nails up and down Kasey's arm mindlessly.

"Hey, change your mind?" Leo swam into view suddenly, a smirk playing on his features.

"With you looking like that? I don't think so." They slipped silently into the bathroom, Reg rising up onto his toes to cup both sides of his neck and pull him down to kiss him.

"Tu es si joli," Leo breathed between kisses, his hands running down the strong planes of Reg's back to his ass, kneading the flesh roughly in his palms.

"Show me then." Leo slipped his grip slightly lower, holding the backs of his thighs and lifting him, pressing his back up against the door of the bathroom as his kisses trailed down to his neck. Reg's fingers tangled in his hair, tugging harshly as Leo's teeth nipped and marked along his skin. "Fuck me, baby."

He felt Leo grin wolfishly against his neck before he paused. "Fuck. We don't have lube in here."

"Don't need it."

Leo pulled away, looking up at Reg with a faux-annoyed look. "Fucking knew you and Tremz took too long to get ready."

"You try being in the same room as Lo while he's half-naked and see if you're not bending him over the nearest flat surface," Reg rebutted, giving him a knowing look.

"I'm guessing it didn't take much persuading for you to let him bend you over either," Leo whispered.

Reg hummed, shrugging noncommittally before tightening his legs around Leo's waist. "You three can be very persuasive when you want to be. Lucky for you there's no persuasion necessary today, I'm in the mood to be railed in a bathroom." Reg leaned forwards and sucked Leo's bottom lip into his mouth, laving his tongue along it and digging his teeth in before letting it spring back. Seemingly the last straw for Leo, he dropped his grip on the back of Reg's legs, lowering him gently to the floor before placing a palm between his shoulder blades pushing until he got the message and bent over the marble counter of the sink.

The coolness of it made Reg's breath catch before a moan slipped from his lips as Leo tugged down his waistband until it hooked under his ass. Leo groaned softly when his hard cock finally slipped from the tight confines of his jeans, slicking himself up slightly with spit, checking in with Reg quickly then pressing his tip against the still lube-slick ring of muscle.

''Dieu, how are you still so tight after taking Lo.''

'''S that a complaint I hear there, Knut?''

Leo huffed out a laugh that trailed into a moan when he bottomed out in him, his hips stilling as his eyes fluttered. The only thing stopping them from closing entirely was Reg's reflection in the mirror, his cheek pressed against the marble but tilted up to the mirror still as his brows pinched in the centre.

''I thought I specified that I was in the mood to be railed, non?'' Reg's voice sassed even as his grip was tight on the edge of the surface. Always one to give his boys whatever they asked him for, Leo took that idea and rolled with it. He pulled out and pushed back in once, making sure Reg's expression didn't waver with pain. It didn't.

His hand, that had moved back to rest between Reg's shoulder blades slid up to wrap over top of his shoulder, holding him there as he began pumping his hips furiously, biting his lip, well aware there was family right on the other side of the door. After pushing up to rest his elbows on the counter, Reg made eye contact with him in the mirror, cheeks flushed, eyes hooded as he already looked fucked out. He seemed to be struggling with this despite trying his hardest to keep his noises down. Moving quickly, Leo moved his hand again to wrap around and cover his mouth, surprised when Reg's eyes rolled back and he moaned loudly into his hand. Not being able to help being proud of himself, Leo went harder, hoping the sounds of their hips meeting weren't too loud but honestly not really overly caring when his boyfriend was moaning like that because of him.

When Leo's hips shifted as he shuffled his feet so he was more stable, he grinned and focused his thrusts more when Reg's hand shot out for something to grab but didn't find anything that wasn't flat surface; meaning his ended up with one hand gripping Leo's wrist tightly, the other pressed palm-flat against the mirror, his legs trembling. His moans were getting more and more discernible the more Leo's tip pounded against his prostate, making Leo lean down to mumble in his ear, his lips brushing the shell of it, his voice deep and hoarse while he made dead eye contact with him in mirrored surface.

''Gotta be quiet, remember? Can't have Cap knowing his baby brother's too needy for cock to wait a few hours.'' Leo broke off with a deep groan as Reg's walls tightened around him. ''Such a little slut, turning me on in the kitchen where everyone can see. Did you want me to just bend you over the counter right there? Hold my hand over your mouth to keep you quiet for me and fuck you in the corner of the room where anyone could walk in, hm? Voudrais-tu ça, mon coeur?'' Reg nodded as best he could, whimpering while a tear slowly slid down his cheek, Leo's thumb unconsciously swiping it away.

'''M gonna cum,'' Reg's muffled voice came from behind his hand.

''I know - I can feel you fucking milking me, sweetheart,'' Leo teased him, a cocky smirk on his face.

Reg resisted the urge to roll his eyes - this man and his fucking ego sometimes. Although, he supposed it was only annoying because he was right. Leo had a lot of skills but he had a few things he was an outright expert at (this being one of them) and Leo knew exactly what they were.

He could tell that Leo was getting close too, the hand that had been gripping the counter to keep himself steady moving to hold desperately onto Reg's hip.

''Shit, you take it so well. Take me just like that for me, darlin'. Cum for me, baby, c'mon,'' Leo encouraged when Reg mumbled senselessly, his eyes fighting not to roll back. With his grip on Leo's wrist tightening almost painfully, Reg came with a shudder and high-pitched whine, breathy moans slipping through Leo's fingers as he rode it out with Leo's still-moving hips. His walls flexing around him made Leo groan, deep and long in his ear. ''You're gonna make me cum. God, I love you,'' he mumbled, tucking his face into Reg's neck, hips stilling as he went completely silent.

They caught their breaths for a minute, Leo staying with his forehead in his neck, Reg leaning heavily on his elbows. ''You think people have noticed we disappeared yet?'' Reg spoke; his tone was joking and tired.

With an equally exhausted laugh, Leo propped his chin on his shoulder and smiled at him in the mirror. ''I really fucking hope not.'' He gently cleaned up the cum that had dripped down Reg's thighs and tugged his boxers and trousers back up his legs with a small pat to his hips before doing the same to himself. ''Bon?''

''Parfait,'' Reg smiled, turning to wrap his arms around Leo's neck, leaning his body weight against his chest. ''Kiss.''

Complying, Leo scattered soft kisses to his lips. ''D'accord, allez.'' Reg slipped out before him, the two desperately trying to look like they hadn't just fucked. Leo met Logan's eye where he was leant back against Finn's chest, the pair talking with Alex and Nat - Kasey was there too, just not talking, more than content in his quite tipsy state to just remained tucked under Alex's arm with Nat stroking mindless circles on his lower back. Logan's greeting smile quickly turned into a look of mock-betrayal as he nudged Finn and nodded over to them. ''I think we've been discovered,'' Reg whispered to him.

Leo's arms snaked around his waist, his nose brushing the hair that curled above Reg's ear. ''Feel like teasing them?''

''Always,'' he answered immediately. He let Leo turn him in his arms, smiling when he slid his hands down to grip handfuls of his ass and pull him into him. Capturing Reg's lips in a sensual kiss full of tongue, Leo flicked his eyes over Reg's shoulder and looked at Logan first, then at Finn. He closed his eyes and slipped a hand up the prominent line of Reg's spine to cup the back of his head, guiding him to tilt it to deepen the kiss.

''Nutty! My brother!'' Sirius' voice echoed, trying to sound mad but breaking out into laughs when everyone else did too at his bantering.

He pulled away, heading over to join their boyfriends.

''Remind me to use the upstairs bathroom,'' Alex faux-whispered to Nat, a teasing smile playing on his lips. Leo tried sputtering an excuse before he gave up, seeing even Reg look up at him with a grin that told him there was no chance they'd believe him.

In the end, Leo just shrugged. ''He's hot.'' The small group burst out laughing at the relatable statement before falling back to whatever they were talking about before.

[dopetaleobject]

Trudy marudy - krótka lekcja o niechęci

Kiedy w Tunelandii nadeszła wiosna, cały smoczy świat otuliła soczysta zieleń. Doliny w okamgnieniu pokryły się kwiatami, a do jaskiń wreszcie zaczęło zaglądać słońce. – Co znowu? – burknęła smoczyca Bella w półśnie. – No nie, już wiosna? – Bella wygramoliła się z łóżka i zasłoniła okno w jaskini. Nagle rozległo się pukanie do drzwi. – Proszę – mruknęła niechętnie Bella i po chwili zobaczyła…

[sylviaplathenthusiast]

regulus, at an award ceremony: and i would like to thank renegade by taylor swift for helping me start and stay in my relationship

[itsjaywalkers]

the most unrealistic thing about the overprotective james series is that james is so popular with girls and always dating despite being completely obsessed with regulus . like wdym this idiot gets bitches??? his gf asks his opinion on her new jacket and james tells her how well it'd suit regulus, she shows him this new eyeshadow she bought and james can only think about how it's the exact shade of regulus' eyes, she wants him to come over and "sure babe but can regulus come too?"

[calamitoustide]

R.A.B.

 Wolf Hall - Hilary Mantel/Stay Down - Boygenius/Unknown/Unknown/How We Fight For Our Lives - Saeed Jones/Bite The Hand - Boygenius/Medicine - Daughter/Unknown/Unknown/Medicine - Daughter/Unknown/Unknown/Stay Down - Boygenius/Comfort Food - Kate Jacobs

[jamesisasimp]

Okay, so I think the way I see it, right?

James would always try to remove the idea of Regulus being a 'prince'. He's not an heir, he's not royalty, he's not confined to anything. He's just his

Now the difference with Barty, is that Reg is his prince. He'll let him sit on his back or shoulders to see above a crowd, he'll always let him have the last chicken nugget, Reg can steal all of his clothes, even Barty's favorite

And that's the difference

[dream-of-the-bitchless]

Yay! I get to send you more prompts! #27 of the Winter/Christmas prompts for Hobrinthian?

After a week of exams, it's time to finally get to this. Thank you so much for the prompt and for coming up with the prompt list in general (: As a heads-up, this is mere self-indulgent fluff lol hope you still like it!

Admittedly, Hob was starting to get worried. The last few weeks had been quite cold and wet, the temperatures never rising above a level in which one needed to wear less than 4 layers of clothing under a coat. This, coupled with the lack of sunlight, made for the perfect time to stay inside.

Hob himself didn't mind. He preferred the cold, and such weather brought more people into the pub. Plus, the university was on holiday and that meant he had more time for his other interests, the Corinthian being the main one.

The winter, however, didn't agree with the Corinthian. Despite how content he was with the longer hours of darkness, he was surprisingly sensitive to the cold, and he had made his discomfort very manifest while taking refuge in Hob's flat. Under Hob's covers, to be more precise.

One afternoon, the Corinthian had followed Hob after closing the pub for the night, and burrowed himself into a pile of blankets. At first, Hob had shrugged it off, thinking perhaps the nightmare was overstimulated—although that seemed extremely unlikely for a creature such as himself—but as the days passed and the situation remained unchanged, Hob started to wonder, could nightmares get seasonal depression?

It was the third day after the Corinthian's voluntary disappearance into the blanket fort when Hob decided enough was enough. He wanted his partner—and his bed—back, and if the Corinthian was feeling unwell, then they had even bigger issues to tackle. However, he knew how stubborn the Corinthian was, and if he asked outright, he wasn't going to get a proper answer. No, he had to approach this with tact and patience, and if immortality was good for one thing it was developing the latter.

Hob started by sitting at the edge of the bed and waiting. The blanket mount didn't stir, so he slowly stretched out a hand. He made sure to speak before placing his hand on the pile of blankets as a courtesy, because he was more than certain that, with his sharp senses, the Corinthian was well aware of his presence.

"Corinthian, love, you've been in there for a wee bit, haven't you?" he voiced, soft, and then let his hand run over the covers, smoothing them out.

He could feel the warmth emanating from what he assumed was the Corinthian's back, but the telltale rise and fall of breathing was lacking. So that's how it was, not even bothering to pretend to breathe. Hob, in turn, inhaled deeply.

"You know, I was thinking we could go have a look at this nice Christmas Market down the street," he started again, unsure. "They have those funny little figures that you like, and mulled wine." The Corinthian still hadn't reacted and Hob knew it was time to deploy the heavy artillery. "Simon was offering to come with me if you weren't feeling like it."

A muffled grunt came from underneath the covers.

"Simon can go fuck himself," said the Corinthian, finally, and Hob tried his best to school his amused expression before lifting up the covers on the spot where the sound had come from. The Corinthian blinked owlishly at the intruding light, an expression Hob found terribly endearing.

"Morning, sunshine," he added, running a hand over the Corinthian's eyebrows before furrowing his own. "Everything all right?"

"The cold is annoying," the Corinthian admitted, refusing to elaborate.

Hob tilted his head to the side. "It can be, but darling, you can't stay under a pile of blankets forever."

"Says who?" the Corinthian retorted and Hob couldn't help but smile. He felt a bit lighter now that it was evident that the nightmare wasn't truly depressed, but rather sulking in his own, very particular way.

"I says. Plus, I did mean the whole thing about the Christmas Market, and I'd be very happy if you came with me."

"And if I don't?"

Hob's smile widened as he raised a brow, challenging. "Then I'll catch up with Simon and I'll let him buy me a few rounds of Glühwein."

With a huff, the Corinthian threw the covers off and got up. It took him less than a minute to straighten up his hair and clothing, and Hob almost regretted it, since he very much enjoyed the sight of the nightmare's tousled hair. He made a point to mess it up later in other ways.

"Well, let's get to it, before I regret it," the Corinthian shrugged, but there was no real bite in his tone.

"Good lad," Hob commended, before busying himself with his own clothing layering.

They were already standing by the door, ready to leave, when Hob turned to the Corinthian, fixing his lapels with artificial nonchalance.

"We could also stay in, if you're not feeling it. You know that, right?" he said, and the Corinthian nodded. "You also know that you can talk to me about anything, especially if you don't feel good, right?"

This time, the Corinthian graced him with a small smile, the kind that Hob knew was genuine and more vulnerable than any of the toothy grins he flashed everyone else. He tapped the underside of Hob's chin with two fingers.

"Come on, Mr. Gadling. I have a glass of hot wine to pour on Simon."

[bleughhhhhhh]

Here's a snippet from the beginning of my fanfic :)

Regulus is staring in a mirror, that seems to be all he does now. Well, either constantly staring into mirrors or covering them with whatever linens he can collect to avoid them for weeks on end. He’s been doing this since he was seven and his parents made him pierce his ears. He didn’t want to but they said his dresses would look ‘improper’ without earrings. 

That was the first time he decided he hated them. 

He still remembers the fit he threw, screaming and crying, until his mother got tired and petrified him while she stuck those needles through his ears. He remembers Sirius taping ice to his ears afterwards to try and numb them. He remembers watching his brother as he took Regulus' dresses and threw them into the fireplace when Regulus asked. He remembers that it ended with Sirius having a scar on his back that’s never gone away. 

That was the last time Regulus reacted like that. 

So now Regulus is staring into a mirror and gripping a pair of scissors like his mother is going to try and rip them away from him. 

But she’s in London and Regulus is all the way in scotland. 

Regulus is in Scotland, at Hogwarts, and his mother is in London, so he is going to cut his stupid fucking hair. 

[dreamdroplittles]

shoutout to you!! - Shane/Theo/Bug/Angel/Locket