#Answered by Reggie

[galentir]

Alternative universe where Luke and Reggie share the best werewolf vampire solidarity 🤝

[daddiesdrarryy]

James: What are we?

Regulus: I’m literally pining you underneath me with my wand against your neck right now, Potter

[arcadekitten]

Mareggie, Twynova, and Stellamb go to couples' therapy! What does the therapist say they each need to work on?

Nova tricked Twyla into thinking they were going to take care of important business, that's how they got there mkay

Lambchop says that Stella is too controlling. Stella says she has to be, because Lambchop kills people. Lambchop calls Stella a bitch. The therapist asks how Stella feels about that, to which she blushes and looks away.

Twyla and Nova see how long it can take them until the therapist realizes they're not dating each other.

Mary and Reggie start telling stories and infodumping and don't remember why they're there.

The therapist is Jimmy.

[siriuslygay1981]

Just thinking of Regulus who chopped his long hair off because he was tired of feeling feminine...of feeling dysphoric. He thinks James will be upset that regulus is 'trying to be a boy' or something but James just opens the bathroom drawer and pulls out the scissors with a small smile

"how short, love?"

And regulus has to swallow harshly against the lump in his throat, has to hunch over and sob for a minute as James rubs his back

James softly grabbing pieces of his hair and cutting it silently after regulus calms down

James tenderly brushing regulus' choppy hair back, scissors in one hand as regulus sits there quietly. James humming as he cuts his hair and asks regulus all types of questions

Why did you cut your hair?

Are you a boy then?

Do you have a new name?

Is there anything else you need ?

Do you need help telling the others? Are we even telling the others?

Just....sigh yea

[lyninabin]

fancy seeing you here lyninabin

very fancy being here *nod nod*

[thegreatyin]

in record-breaking levels of bad life decisions (even for them), the scoundrel may have found someone that's an even worse influence than mr wines

[foursaints]

music taste of barty, evan, pandora and reg? like genres and artists and songs? that they like?

anon.... i was waiting for this. i actually very psychotically have a playlist of music that i think barty listens to. I have so much respect for the people that want barty to listen to Lana del rey & mcr or whatever. but THAT'S A GRIMY DUDE!

he's listening to terrible traphouse music & drill & fuckboy rap & industrial noise and the day that juicewrld died was probably his personal 9/11!!!

[legolasghosty]

#24 showing up to the hospital room with trinkets for Reggie & Alex Hockey au besties

-moonriver

TW for mentioned minor injuries

One thing that has been weird to get used to as a professional hockey player for Reggie is going to the hospital when you get injured. Sure, he got banged up plenty in high school and juniors. But he didn't exactly have the coverage to go get an X-ray over every little hit back then. This one is far from his worst injury, just a hairline fracture in his ankle. Still, they're keeping him overnight to make sure it's set and clear.

Thankfully, he has a week off of playing anyways with the all star games happening up north. So he didn't argue much when the doctor told him they'd like him to stay.

Still, hospitals are weird. All the walls are the same color and there's so many machines and it's always a little chilly.

"Knock knock," comes a voice from the doorway.

Reggie looks up to see Alex standing there, tugging his hood back and shaking out his blond hair.

"What's the word?" Alex asks.

"Hairline fracture," Reggie explains. "Not serious, but they want me to stay overnight just in case."

"Youch," Alex comments as he slides into the chair beside Reggie's bed. "Does it hurt?"

Reggie shrugs. "I mean the painkillers are pretty good so I can't really feel it. Not a fan of the brace thing though."

"At least it's not a boot," Alex points out. He shifts forward and reaches out to place something on the bed beside Reggie's leg. "Brought you something by the way."

"Oooo!" Reggie exclaims, reaching for it.

This has been the best part of getting stuck in the hospital since he signed with the Phantoms, hands down. He and Alex have been trading little trinkets since that first time Alex got stuck in here in November of their first season. Reggie came to visit with a little drum keychain he'd seen at a gas station. A few months later when Reggie got a nasty flu bug and had to go in for an IV, Alex had come with a mask and a tiny set of uno cards.

"I saw one of the security guys wearing one like it a couple of weeks ago and asked him where he got it," Alex explains as Reggie inspects the item. "Seemed like your style."

Reggie grins down at the little pin. It's a hockey glove, but in the bi pride colors. "This is amazing!"

Alex smiles and scoots a little closer. "Okay, but just wait till you hear the craziness that came with shipping it."

Reggie leans back on the pillows as Alex jumps into the story, fingers tight around his new treasure. The hospital stays are weird. But his best friend makes it so much better.

[sleepywillowo0o]

Tea Time for Reginald? Pls?

EASY!

English breakfast, 2 sugars.

He’s an old soul. Likes the classics!

But he’s also a secret sweet tooth, and isn’t a fan of cream in his tea. More of a lemon person.

Thanks for the ask!

[bunnyinakangolhat]

very brand new pinned post (6/22/25)

Hello! Call me Bunny or Reggie :3

bi/ace and agender

diagnosed with GAD, OCD, and depression

reads way too much fanfic

cool links u should definitely check out:

my pronouns.page

my oc sideblog

also participating in art fight this year: https://artfight.net/~BunnyInAKangolHat

more under cut!! :]

INTERESTS!!

music: green day, mcr, madilyn mei, jimmy eat world, mccafferty, the front bottoms, reel big fish, the hackney attic, bbno$, atlas ivy, tom o'donovan, sushi soucy, bear ghost, the beths, fob, the interrupters, ivycomb, less than jake, the linda lindas, me first and the gimmie gimmies, marina and the diamonds, nofx, mxpx, phoenix, portishead, the postal district, the weakerthans, weezer, weird al, will wood (my bad i didnt mean to put so many ;-;)

tv, movies, yt, etc: matt rose, dan & phil, epithet erased, the owl house, vocaloid (wasnt sure if this belonged in music or not), gravity falls, one topic, strange aeons, spooderman, latgbg, idwtbamg, taom, danny phantom, tadc, epic the musical, ride the cyclone, steven universe, south park, raggedy ann and andy a musical adventure, the magnus archives

books: alice oseman-verse, the house in the cerulean sea, small admissions, poetry

games: zeldaverse (specifically hyrule warriors and botw, but anything really), mario (specifically super mario 3d world and paper mario origami kingdom), rayman legends, mii games!!

hobbies: knitting (learning to crochet too!), sewing, reading fanfic, playing with my bunny, exploring, learning abt speculative biology

very cool people you should also check out:

my super swag bf: @thestupidestseagull

incredibly lovely irl friend: @nico-967

older sister who only rbs aesthetic stuff: (@vaseoftulips123)

awesome online frens!!: @zeroxthedumbassgaybastard @commrade-void @small-bug-in-the-woods @iiiidiotnathanieliii @wheredidmariago @ghostlynotion @rayvedd and many others :3

dni bigots and nsft

[the-wandering-illagers]

Welcome!

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go wild with your asks! spam me with asks! be weird, but not a creep! have fun!!!

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[chickwiththepurpleguitar]

Hey, could you please do a fanfic where the guys are in the garage and Alex is thinking about ghosts and that they should be able to float or something but luke is not really paying attention and then they suddenly get into a friend teasing figth something at the loft and luke falls down and proves Alex's hypothesis true please?

sorry this took so long, anon! I had a lot of fun with it :)

“Please be careful!” Alex calls without looking away from the drumstick he’s trying to balance on his nose.

From up in the loft, where he and Reggie are inevitably in the middle of doing something stupid and dangerous, Luke shouts back, “You’re not allowed to have opinions if you’re not gonna help!”

The drumstick falls, clattering onto the floor too far for Alex to reach it, so he gives up and sits up on the couch with a sigh. Sure enough, Luke has one leg looped over the loft railing while Reggie stands poised with a basketball.

So much for plausible deniability.

“What. Are you doofuses. Doing.”

“No opinions!” Luke says again, and holds tight to the railing while he steps his other foot over. “All right, Reggie, you ready?”

“Ready!”

“Julie’s gonna kill you if you die,” Alex says helpfully.

“Shut up, bro!” Luke bends his knees. “Okay, man. Three, two, one. Go!”

Reggie throws the ball as Luke jumps off the railing. Before Alex can so much as cry out, Luke disappears with a whoosh of displaced air, and Reggie poofs out after him a second later.

There’s a series of sounds from out on the driveway—the double whoosh of ghosts poofing in, the clang thud of a basketball hitting the rim and then asphalt, and then Luke and Reggie’s twin cries of disappointment.

Alex rolls his eyes. They’ve gotta get hobbies.

A moment later, Luke and Reggie phase through the studio doors, basketball in hand.

Alex smirks. Luke looks no worse for wear from his experiment, just pouty and determined. “Did you dunk it?”

“No,” Luke says grumpily. He gestures Reggie toward the loft. “Come on, let’s try again.”

“Alex could probably do it!” Reggie points out.

Alex laughs. “He’s calling you short.”

Luke glares at both of them. “I’m gonna do it. I just need to keep trying.”

They climb back up to the loft. Alex leans forward in his seat, clapping his hands together to watch the impending disaster.

The second try, Luke poofs out too early and Alex catches the basketball as Luke’s cursing rings through the studio doors.

The third try, Reggie follows Luke out to the driveway without actually throwing the basketball, leaving him standing on the driveway with it while Luke has nothing to dunk.

The fourth through ninth tries, everything goes totally as planned, Luke is just bad at shooting hoops.

As Luke’s clambering over the loft railing for the tenth time, Alex muses, “You know this would be way easier if you could float.”

Reggie cuts his gaze to Alex. “Like Caleb?”

All three of them shudder. “Like… stereotypical ghosts,” Alex corrects. “Then you wouldn’t have to time the poofing right, you could just levitate and dunk it.”

Luke glares at him over his shoulder, feet braced between the bars of the loft. “That defeats the purpose, Alex. If I wanted to take the easy way out, I’d just learn how to dunk.”

“Oh, yeah, cause that’s super likely and possible.”

“The point—” Luke insists, speaking over him, “—is not to make the basket. It’s to do something awesome. And floating, like some kind of creepy magician, is not awesome.”

He punctuates his words with a dramatic waving of both hands, losing his grip on the loft railing entirely. Reggie cries out. Alex lunges to his feet, ready to catch Luke as he falls.

But he doesn’t fall. As Alex watches in wide-eyed wonder, Luke stands firmly in mid-air, an inch or two from the edge of the loft.

“Holy…” Alex mutters.

“Wow!” Reggie says, dropping the basketball in shock. “Luke, you’re floating!”

“I’m floating!” Luke stares down at himself. “This is so cool!”

“Let’s go dunk the basketball!”

“Screw the basketball, we gotta go show Julie!”

Luke and Reggie poof out, leaving Alex to shake his head in amusement. “Ghosts.”

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[reddevilmcnt]

@virtueofsanityx. [ ADJUST ]: sender sits in the receiver's lap in order to fix their collar or tie or other item of clothing.

The charity event was an overly embellished spectacle, the kind of gathering Dmitri didn’t usually gravitate toward. A room brimming with Hollywood elites, multimillion-dollar athletes, and socialites who thrived on curated perfection, it practically pulsed with forced laughter and too-enthusiastic chatter. Dmitri wasn’t shy, far fucking from it. In fact, his presence alone could make heads turn and conversations falter, but these events weren’t entirely his comfort zone. He preferred the more lowkey haunts that he was used to, as opposed to the choreographed social dances of the rich and famous. However, tonight, he’d made an exception, stepping into a world that felt foreign, only because the cause mattered. And, like it or not, Dmitri belonged here.

He commanded attention effortlessly, powerful frame sculpting a tailored Hugo Boss suit as though it had been made for no one else. The fabric clung to him in all the right ways, smoothing over broad shoulders and a chest built from years of brutal training, tapering down to a trim waist. His thighs, heavy and thick, tested the limits of the sleek black trousers, and the subtle shift of his muscles beneath the fabric as he moved hinted at the strength coiled underneath his polished exterior. The suit was absolutely flawless, crisp, clean lines, with an understated sophistication... but it was Dmitri who made it look otherworldly. He radiated a sheer physical force and sensuality, this dark magnetism that made people stop mid-sentence when he walked by. His cologne was rich and heady, a hypnotic blend of amber, leather, and spice that seemed to linger just long enough to mesmerize. His beautifully trimmed beard framed his chiseled jaw, and his skin had a velvet deep richness that seemed to glow under the event’s ambient lighting.

Even among the crowd of beautiful people, Dmitri stood out like a King among princes. There was something untamed about him------- an unspoken and yet simultaneously glaring reminder that no matter how well-dressed he was, he was still a brawler, a man who dominated not just the octagon but any room he entered.

And he hadn’t come alone. Reggie was by his side, his best friend and, if the tabloids were to be believed, something far more. Dmitri hadn’t hesitated to invite him, despite the subtle pang of uncertainty he felt. ...Their relationship had been in this strange limbo lately, a careful dance around hushed words, smothered down emotions, and Dmitri didn’t want to let that distance grow. Thankfully, Reggie agreed to being his plus one, but as the cameras flashed when they arrived together, snapping countless photos, he realized too late how easily the world would misinterpret their energy.

Dmitri barely had time to dwell on it once he was shuffled to a private backroom to prepare for a brief speech he was scheduled to give. Other speakers milled about, stylists and makeup artists flitting around them, but Dmitri waved them off. He didn’t need their touch-ups; everything about him was already immaculate. And so he sat down, arms resting on the chair’s edges, dark chestnut eyes focused on the mirrored wall ahead.

Without a word after that, Reggie came sliding onto his lap, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Dmitri promptly stiffened, not out of discomfort, but because the weight of Reggie against him sent his senses tangling and contorting. His best friend’s hands moved to adjust his tie with meticulous care, as though it hadn’t already been perfect, and Dmitri’s gaze glazed over, locking onto Reggie’s face. His hand twitched against the armrest, instinct urging him to settle it on Reggie’s hip, but instead, he balled it into a fist, summoning a restraint he rarely had to exercise.

Reggie, however, didn’t seem fazed. His calm, fluid movements soothed something wild in Dmitri, and when the tie was adjusted at last, Dmitri let his open hand find the small of Reggie’s back, that little bit of contact grounding him in a way that nothing else could.

"Thank you," Dmitri murmured, voice so sincere, so proper, it was obvious he was holding back much more. "Don’t know what I’d do without you."

In that moment, surrounded by luxury and pretense, Dmitri felt more tranquil than he had all evening. Reggie wasn’t just his friend-------- he was the one thing that made all of this tolerable, the anchor that kept him from drifting too far into old disorder and chaos.

[diltonsstrangescience]

DANG. Absolutely cold-blooded.

[lyninabin]

hey mate i saw ykur post, everything ok?

omg time to look back til i reach april 19th..........

well i assume its about this

to answer: absolutely 🥰 not

both now and then

[deploy-the-fantasy]

[ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ? for reggie :3

He'll always regret one choice he made the day Helen died. He thought maybe he should stop her as she was leaving, ask her for another kiss. But his bones were aching and the dog was asleep on his lap and he heard the click of the door opening and he thought There'd always be another time, after all.

But if he'd gotten to his feet and delayed her just a few moments, then maybe she'd still be here. That reckless idiot behind the wheel of their car would have passed them by before Helen could even cross the road.

And that regret comes with guilt. So much guilt, because he could have saved her. It was right there, the very thing that could have saved her had been there in his mind and he had let it slip him by.

There'd always be another time, after all

It's like the very thought had doomed her, his cursed mind had been the nail in her coffin.

It was his fault.