#mi bebes...

[welcometogrouchland]

(id in alt) VERY LATE CHRISTMAS FANART um. Anyway. You will read Silent Knight Returns (2024). For them

[rakkuntoast]

and i was so young when i behaved 25

[magickibum]

lamen

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[marisashinx]

This was a very painful experience... But fun! But very painful!

[iaf]

:)

[rinsko]

☹️☹️ . just look at his cheeksies

[mishacakes]

Doodles ur babygirl with highlighters and gel pens because she’s the prettiest kitty and deserves more fanart :3

OOOOOOHHHH MY GOODNESSS!!!!!!! CUTE CUTE CUUUUUTE!!! CUTIE!!!!!! God i’m such a sucker for highlight drawings there’s something just so good and fun about them

WAH THE LIL EAR FLICK!! SO CUTE!!! Thank you so so much!!💖💖

[essentialalls]

So I have no more content to consume about Luthen Rael and I feel desperate. Yes, we can say "ao3!!" but it is as if it were not enough for me and perhaps they will never write a book about him because part of his being and charm is that he has made himself invisible to the sw history all for the sake of Rebellion and maybe, as a metacinematic way, not show us more about him would make the game of the old bastard more real.

BUT I NEED MORE!!

[una-chica-sentimental]

Cada vez que hablamos me dice que quiere verme

[no-place-to-be-happy]

Huky but taking a nap after dinner (I'm losing the battle)

[cat-angel-936]

Chris junto a los animales la mejor cosa del mundo 💚

Jaja Lo amo 💕

[dizzzin19999]

Viejito, no los hagas

[solojavi1996]

Nosotros somos gatitos, yo por siempre seré tu gatito atigrado eterno que te esperó toda su vida, mi gatita blanca hermosa. Te amo y te amaré toda la vida, pues solo contigo soy pleno. Vivimos un mundo de amor que traspasó la muerte y es el amor más puro y real que jamás podrá vivir alguien más. Te amo y te amo y te amo. Por siempre y para siempre. Mi preciosa gatita.

@yeltia mi amor precioso.

[oh-phoenixx]

"Albus Dumbledore" (this one got away from me a little bit and isn't massively alligned with the prompt) - @into-the-jeggyverse - 897 words

@abductedhiko

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Harry wrote home to James one day in his sixth year, saying that he and Dumbledore had attempted to find one of Voldemort’s Horcruxes, but that he’d discovered it was a fake. He wrote as well of Dumbledore’s death at Snape’s hand. It didn’t even occur to James at first, to be angry at Snape, or to grieve the loss of his old headmaster. No, James’s first instinct was the rage that burned in the pit of his stomach, that made his hands shake and drop the letter, that made everything but Dumbledore’s manipulation irrelevant to him. His sixteen-year-old had been dragged along, into a situation where he could have very possibly lost his life. Some very quiet, almost cruel part of James, was glad that Dumbledore had died. 

James had already known that the Horcrux was fake, and yet was not even consulted before his son was put in that position. He had known it was fake, and known every detail of that god-forsaken cave as though he had been there himself. He had known it like a dull ache consuming his body since he was nineteen years old. Since his ex-boyfriend had sent him a letter which he’d very nearly thrown in the fire. But James could never have ignored Regulus, no matter how long it had been since they’d broken up and no matter how much he was disgusted by Regulus’s choices. 

My dear Jamie,

I know that long ago now you will have given up on me. I know that the things I have done, you would consider repulsive. This is no confession of coercion. I had a choice and I made it. That is not to say that I have not regretted it every day since. I chose my family over you, I chose the Dark Lord, and I wish I hadn’t. 

I understand that you will never forgive me for becoming a Death Eater. I do not expect you to. But I couldn’t die knowing you thought me your enemy until the very end. There has not been a day since I took that mark that I have not wished I took your hand instead. My love, if there are alternate universes, I will fight in every single other to be yours, to make up for the cruelty I have chosen in this one. 

I intend to have Kreacher deliver you this letter, only once I have accomplished my goal. If you think to come and save me, I promise you it is not possible. I am making this choice as I made the last. I only hope this one would make you prouder. 

If this goes wrong, as I suspect it will, Kreacher will tell you what I have done when he delivers this. I am sending a letter to you, and only you. Please do not tell Sirius. Let him think I died the spitting image of our parents. It will hurt him less.

I leave no will. I care nothing for my worldly possessions. Just know that I am yours; body, soul, all of it.

Goodbye, James.

R. A. B.

James had read and reread this letter. It didn’t matter that he had memorised it, that he knew every word. He would read it regardless, if only to see Regulus’s handwriting, if only to know that in his last moments he still thought of James. 

And, of course, James had moved on. He loved Lily, loved Harry even more. But his dreams still played like altered memories; James and Regulus curled up, Regulus’s calming voice reading poetry aloud to him; or, James and Regulus stargazing in the Astronomy tower, Regulus naming every star while James was only concerned with looking at him, the only one that ever mattered. James knew these moments had really happened, but in the dreams they were…different. James could see wrinkles on Regulus’ forehead and cheeks, flecks of grey amidst the man’s black hair. In these dreams, Regulus had never taken the mark, he had never felt that he had anything to make up for, he had never tried to play the hero. He had lived, and that would always be enough for James.

James thought of Regulus every single day. He yearned for this dream-Regulus, this soft and older version of the boy he had loved and continued to love. And he felt guilty every day, too, for wanting this when he already had a perfect family. Why could he not feel entirely content with that?

When Harry came home that summer, looking more broken and exhausted than ever before, James sat him down and told him of who R. A. B. really was. Lily, though she looked conflicted, rubbed his back comfortingly as he spoke. 

“You…You knew that the real Horcrux was gone?” Was the first thing that Harry asked. 

“Not just gone, Harry,” James said softly. “Destroyed. Regulus…Regulus destroyed it before he died.”

James hid his bitterness, hid his anger towards Dumbledore. He was dead now, and there was nothing James could do about it anymore. Which of the two dead men ‘he’ was, James was unsure. 

Neither James or Harry ended the conversation feeling any lighter. If anything, James’s grief and wrath seemed to crowd the room as he spoke of them. James was happy about this, in some twisted way. All around them was where Regulus deserved to be.

[the-last-panqueque]

Un dibujito de 31 minutos porque amo a estos dos y me encantó dibujarlos!!! Así que, Juan Carlos Bodoque y Tulio Triviño, pa su disfrute UwU, gracias Chile por darnos esa joyita 💖💖💖.

Espero que les guste!!!

-PQQ

[fricchead]

Say Ahhh ~ 💗⚡️

Wanted to step out my comfort zone and draw a full background :D !!

Really liked how this one turned out— I have such a sweet spot for adult atalum