#Pandora and the Cats

[strawberryyyenthusiast]

Steve is having a bad blood sugar day. He’s either spiking super high or he’s dropping too low. He gives himself a correction, monitors himself, and then sees that he’s 70 double down with no rise in sight.

He feels useless and sad and pissed off that he can’t just exist like regular people do. Steve just wants to eat a cupcake without worrying about the amount of carbs is in it in order to input the correct amount of insulin.

He hates pricking his finger because no matter what he does, it always leaves a small bruise and an ache for days after.

He hates having to put a new pump on because it always hurts and Steve always cries a bit.

Eddie finds him on the couch, his diabetes pouch empty with all of the contents sitting on the coffee table in front of him. His omnipod sitting on his thigh and a faraway look on his boyfriend’s face.

Eddie takes his shoes off in the doorway and hangs his coat before making his way towards Steve.

“Hey baby, you doing okay?” Eddie asks. He’s rubbing a hand up and down Steve’s back, trying to give him space if he wants it, while also offering comfort.

Steve shrugs. Then he sighs. “Rough day.”

Eddie nods. “I can tell. Do you need anything?”

He knows it’s a lost cause asking this. Steve is close to dissociating and needing Eddie to handle things for the rest of the day.

Steve shakes his head.

“Okay, my love.” He kisses the top of his head. Then, he pauses. “I’ll be right back.”

Eddie hopes that Steve won’t mind that he’s grabbing Miss Pebble, his favorite stuffed animal. (She gets sprayed with Eddie’s cologne whenever he leaves for a while).

He goes into the sharps bin and grabs a discarded pump that’s empty and holds no insulin. It’s still sticky, but just to be sure, Eddie grabs some of his quick drying super glue he uses for his dnd figures and glues it onto her leg.

Once it’s dry, he goes out to Steve and hands him Miss Pebble with her newly adorned pump. She matches Steve.

Steve looks down at his lap, looks back at Eddie, and begins to cry. The tears start slowly, but then pick up in speed to full-on sobs. He climbs into Eddie’s lap and places Miss Pebble between them while he grasps onto Eddie’s shirt and clings to him, face pushed into his neck that is getting soaked with tears.

“I know, baby. I know.”

Eddie wraps his arms around his lover and just holds him, letting him take whatever he needs.

[adharastarlight]

Reg sneaking into his dorm at 2am, uniform a little dishevelled

Barty, turning the light on and stroking a cat like a bond villain: why hello, you're out awfully late

Reg: ...uhm-

Evan, appearing in the shadows next to Barty: it's dreadfully strange how the light affects the colours of ties

Reg:

Reg: merde

[ryuunosuke]

the weight of something

[urlocalpotterhead13]

Regulus at a therapy session: How do I stop my brother from barking at people when he’s in dog form?

Pandora: A good slap across the face should help.

Regulus: Thanks Pandora!

Pandora: Anytime!

[eggubato]

hope is the breath of the mourning dove

[yourpalsalamander]

Drew a few of other's fankids! :D

(top left) Sakura the Hedgehog @ekaycheem

(top right) Sun the Cat @bymiar

(bottom left) Nova the Hedgehog @inezisa

(bottom right) Ember the Cat @itz-pandora

@sonic-fankid-showdown

[ghost-bxrd]

Watching Avatar before taking a nap apparently results in dreaming of the wildest crossover known to man where Batman fights to free Pandora 💀🤣

[knizuu]

I think about them a normal amount I SWEARRR

It sucks that Grampa is such an opposite to his parents’ delighted nature-but I can make an excuse that Song is the reason for it lmao (Moral decay yayyyy🥳)

[rinkeli-yay]

ouhh.. my boy..

[yourgalgremlin]

Headcanon:

Regulus’ animagus form is a black serval cat (medium-sized wild cat with long legs, big ears, & a cunty resting bitch face.) The Slytherins call him “Grim” because he looked like:

A “pocket sized Grim” (big black spectral dog & omen of death) - Evan

“If the Grim Reaper had a cat” - Barty

🔝Look @ the serval cat’s cunty lil face! That’s RAB’s RBF, 100%. It’s giving “aloof, cold, judgey rich kid” vibes.

[visionsofpandora]

Sorry (sort of maybe) for the upcoming thanator spam. The petrified forest thanators don't really spawn for me since my first play through of the DLC so I had to take photos when I could xD

[ikuneko]

It's my boy~!!! 😭 My best and most beloved Elliot Nightray! C0mmissioned him from the ever lovely @the-kunogi 🫶 He turned out so perfect I'm literally sobbing. His sweet smile, all the little kitties; I can't handle this, I'm too happy I asked for him 🥹💙

[amnethyste]

Pandora Hearts has always been a very special manga for me, and I’ve decided it was finally time to make a fanart for it 👉🏻👈🏻

I hope 14 years old me would be proud

[lulublack90]

Prompt 15 - Moving

@jegulus-microfic April 15, Word count 381

Previous part First part

Wait, that didn’t feel right. He opened his mouth again and a sweet little 'meow' came out. No, no, no, he’d seen a panther running before him. A huge black panther. 

“Aww, he’s a cute little kitty cat,” Sirius teased. Regulus hissed at him. Oh, he liked that. He did it again, pleased when Sirius took a step backwards. 

“You look beautiful, love,” James said to his left. Regulus turned his head and shrunk back. Since when had James been a giant?! 

It took a few seconds for his frantically beating heart to quiten and his mind to remind him that James would never hurt him. Tentatively, he walked forward, his feline eyes seeing so much more in the darkness than his human eyes ever could. James reached down slowly, giving Regulus time to prepare himself and gently stroked his soft fur. Regulus began to purr. 

“Ha, James is stroking his pussy,” Sirius barked out a laugh and Regulus hissed at him again. 

“Sirius,” Remus warned, and Regulus had an idea to shut his brother up. 

He prowled across the short distance between him and Remus, his muscles moving sinuously under his glossy fur and wove between his legs. Remus automatically bent down to pet him and Regulus jumped into his arms. Fussing until Remus had him cradled on his back and was stroking his belly. He felt rather vulnerable like this, but he also knew he could trust Remus. He began to purr again, rubbing his whiskered face against Remus’s chest. 

“Why you little!” Sirius huffed. 

“You asked for it, Sirius,” Remus reminded him as he continued to stroke Regulus’s belly. Regulus’s purrs deepened, and he found himself falling asleep under Remus’s gentle hands. 

“Ahem,” Regulus’s eyes flew open as James cleared his throat. “Mind if I have my boyfriend back, Moony?” James chuckled. Regulus moved willingly from Remus’s arms into James’s and climbed up onto his shoulders, wrapping himself around James’s neck like a scarf, purring happily. He ran his sandpaper tongue along James’s neck, taking pleasure when James’s shoulders came up, trying to protect his neck. 

An annoyed chittering reminded them that there were others in the clearing. Newly turned animagi. James turned them around, and for the first time, Regulus saw what his friends had transformed into. 

Next part

[eggubato]

and when you think that a man cannot get any more pathetic, draw him as a chibi catboy

[fourquartertoast]

Marauders-era characters as conversations incited by my cat

Regulus *on the phone with Barty, who's just been arrested*: If you're high I refuse to pick you up. I'm warning you. James: Love, he needs food. Regulus: Do I sound like I fucking care, bitch?! Remus: I sincerely hope that's ketchup you're covered in. Sirius: *very obviously soaked in blood* ... Peter: If it helps, it's someone else's. Remus: *sarcastically* Oh, joy! My sense of dread has completely dissolved!

Marlene (about Mary): She could probably cause mass destruction if she wasn't so obsessed with her hair. Lily: Bold of you to assume she can't do both. Marlene: No, I mean full-scale riots. National headlines. Political assassinations, Franz-Ferdinand style. That bitch could bring about World War III. Lily: ...give her a few years. Pandora: *dreamily* What do you think the flowers tasted like? Barty: *fast asleep on the floor after eating fifteen wildflowers* Evan: Dunno, but they smelled like earwax :( Regulus: *from behind the couch* That would be Dorcas' casserole, I believe. Dorcas: *poking her head in from the kitchen* Honestly, fuck you. Mary: You look like Thomas Jefferson with an ocular disorder. James: *screeches and sprints out of the room* Mary: ??? Sirius: That's the nicest thing anyone's ever told him. Mary: ?!?