#baby cricket

[static-radio-ao3]

jegulus microfic // words: 1.5k // cw: drinking, implied sexual content

sometimes you just have to make out with a hot guy at a party and if that hot guy happens to be your best friend's brother, well...

James watches with laser focus as Regulus’ tongue slips from between his lips. He has a half-done cigarette in his fine-boned fingers and licks a long stripe along the length of the rolling paper.

Regulus rolls it up with practiced ease, making James' eye twitch, and he passes the cigarette off to Barty.

“Thanks, baby boy,” Barty says as he pushes himself off the too-low couch across the room and wanders to the open window so he can lean outside to smoke.

He flicks open his mildly offensive lighter and James nearly wishes Barty would take a little tumble, but his horniness hasn’t quite shifted into homicidal tendencies so he takes a steadying breath and tells himself to fucking relax.

His eyes shift back to Regulus, who is rolling a new cigarette, presumably for Evan. James wishes he could zoom in, just to get a closer look at how nimbly Regulus spreads the tobacco in the rolling paper.

“You know, you could at least pretend to listen to me,” Sirius complains with a shove to James’ shoulder. His beer nearly sloshes out of the bottle with the sudden movement.

“Sorry. I was,” James says. “Listening, I mean. Not pretending to. I got… distracted.”

“What on earth could be more important than me right now?” Sirius questions, shifting in his seat and pressing his cheek against James’ so he can follow his line of sight. His skin is soft and warm and the familiar scent of amberwood fills James’ nostrils.

It doesn’t take long for Sirius to realize what James was zeroed in on. “No,” he gasps, falling back into his seat with a betrayed gasp.

“I’m just—” James starts, but Sirius’ withering look silences him with ease.

“Just what?”

“Just looking!”

“Look elsewhere! Literally anyone else, I beg of you.”

“Remus,” James says immediately, eyebrow raised in a challenge.

Sirius’ face falls minutely. “Okay, except for Remus.” His eyes shift off to the side, as if picturing something, and then he adds, “Although…”

“No,” James is quick to interrupt. He shoves Sirius’ face away for good measure, fingers damp with condensation from his glass beer bottle. “Nip that thought right in the bud.”

“Whose butt are we nipping?” Remus asks, because of course he chooses this very moment to reappear. He stands in front of them, hands on his hips and eyebrow cocked.

Sirius turns to face Remus, not unlike a flower to the sun or a moth to a flame.

“James is ogling my brother.” His tone is accusatory and petty, but his eyes are molten ice when he looks at Remus.

Remus leans in to press a quick kiss against Sirius’ waiting mouth and James also purses his lips in a mocking invitation, but Remus settles for flicking his forehead instead.

He surveys the seating arrangement and after a moment, he settles on the armrest of the couch. It’d be a tight fit with the three of them on there and the party is keeling on the wrong side of too hot. A smoky haze fills the room and the thumping bass makes the floor hum with every song.

“Ogling is a strong word,” James argues. “I think admiring is more accurate.”

“From a distance. A long, long distance. In fact,” Sirius says as he turns to face James again, “how about we move to another room?”

“Actually,” Remus says, “that’s precisely why I came here… Do you wanna…?” He lets the sentence trail off suggestively, fingers slipping into the ripped fabric of Sirius’ jeans. James watches as a barely-there shiver skitters its way up Sirius’ spine and his eyes flutter shut at the slight touch.

Sirius wastes no time shoving his full beer bottle into James’ hands while Remus gets up. Over Sirius’ shoulder, James mouths a silent thank you at Remus, who simply winks at him in return.

Sirius wiggles his fingers at Remus in a silent request to be pulled off the couch, but before they leave James to his thoughts, Sirius whirls on him again. “No funny business with my brother, okay?”

“None at all,” James swears as solemnly as he can. Hands full with Sirius’ discarded drink and his own, he settles for mentally crossing his fingers.

“All by your lonesome, Potter?” Regulus asks, dropping onto the couch with a quiet oof. James glances up just in time to see his best friends disappear around a corner.

His gaze settles on Regulus, on the dark shade of his shirt and how it brings out his eyes. And his collarbones.

James hums, not quite trusting his voice. He takes a sip of his beer for liquid courage and if it turns into more of a swig, well, who’s to say?

“Knocking ‘em back pretty fast, huh?”

“This one’s Sirius’. He disappeared with Remus to go do unspeakable things to each other’s bodies.”

“Might need to steal that from you just to get that image out of my head,” Regulus says, those nimble fingers James was eyeing earlier appearing in front of him and deftly plucking the bottle from James’ hand. “Thank you very much.”

“I do hate to suffer alone,” James says, tipping his own beer toward Regulus in a cheer.

“Can’t have that, can we?” And Regulus taps their bottles together.

The clink of the glass is drowned out by the loud music —something about releasing one’s inhibitions?— but James feels it down to his bones.

“Enjoying the party?” James asks, wincing as soon as the words leave his mouth. He brings the bottle to his lips again just to keep more stupid words from tumbling out, letting them fall into the drink instead.

“Come on, Potter, your game has to be better than that,” Regulus says, head lolling on the back of the couch lazily. His hair tousles with the movement, careless waves of inky black spilling across his forehead.

“What do you mean?” James asks, hands tightening around his drink to keep from doing something insane like reaching out and fixing Regulus’ hair.

“Everyone knows you never leave a party alone. No way people fall for that line.”

“It’s not a line.”

“No?” Regulus asks, sitting up straight again. “You genuinely want to know if I’m enjoying the party?”

James hums. Lifts his shoulders in a shrug. A wordless What can I say?

“Well, that’s disappointing.”

Regulus’ mouth, usually down-turned, tugs down even more. It would look like a pout if it weren’t for the fact that the corners of his mouth twitched in amusement.

“You wanted me to use a line on you?” James asks.

This time, Regulus hums. Lifts his shoulders in a shrug. A wordless What can I say?

“This might surprise you, but I don’t need to use lines on people to get them to come home with me. Some people are into me, if you’ll believe it.”

Regulus’ face says that he does believe it. His mouth says, “Maybe you can give me some pointers on mine, then.”

James scoffs, turned on beyond belief and trying valiantly to drown it out. “Happy to.”

“Good.”

“Good.”

“Great.”

They’d inched together unknowingly until the space between them had shrunk to near-nonexistence. The world starts and ends in the breath between their faces, Regulus’ lips a focal point.

Instead of replying again, James catches Regulus’ mouth in a kiss, hot and heavy from the beginning. He blindly sets his drink aside and hopes that it doesn’t get knocked over. Then again, he has other things on his mind than potentially staining the carpet.

With both hands free, he is able to shift on the couch. One hand comes up to cradle the back of Regulus’ head while the other moves to his hip as if magnetic. He can’t help the thrill of excitement when he realizes his hand fits just right.

He faintly hears someone whoop but then Regulus’ hands shift from James’ back to the sides of his face. He gently knocks his glasses askew in the process, but that’s fine. James doesn’t need to be able to see to do this.

There is nothing else in the world but this. Them.

Eventually, Regulus’ hands end up in his hair, and he pulls James back with a mean fist.

“What?” James asks, punched out and breathless.

Regulus doesn’t say anything, just pushes James back against the couch and moves to straddle him. It takes James no time to get with the program, hands changing course to settle on Regulus’ thighs.

James isn’t sure how much time passes. All he’s sure of is the comforting weight of Regulus on his lap, the feel of Regulus’ tongue in his mouth, and the warmth of Regulus’ hands on his face.

The earth could explode and James is fairly sure he wouldn’t realize, too caught up in the heady path Regulus is tracking down the side of his neck.

A needy sound spills from his mouth, hands clenching on Regulus’ things, and Regulus is quick to meet him in another kiss.

“James!” Sirius’ voice filters into his ears from somewhere behind him a lifetime later and the sound of the party rushes back in pieces.

Music.

Chatter.

The crash of a vase toppling over.

“I told you, no funny business!” Sirius whines, reaching out to smack the back of James’ head, and James can’t help the way he bites into Regulus’ lip on impact.

With a disgruntled groan, Regulus pulls back. “We’re not laughing,” he says, lips pink and breath stolen.

Sirius’ reply is indignant, surely, but James can’t hear anything except for the sound of his heart thundering in his ears when Regulus leans in again to kiss him.

He’ll apologize in the morning.

Or not.

[spiderthread]

[tylerpitlicktruther]

HE’S JUST A BABY HE DOESN’T RECOGNIZE HIS OWN SIZE HE DOESN’T KNOW BETTER 😭😭

but..he’s also a cranky oneee 😅🍼💥

[kabutoden]

GOLD RULE--BROWNBLOOD

Crimkt

A brownblood toddler. Their lusus, direwolfdad, was eager to take on a charge and hid how sick it was. They are one of Melosa’s wards, and she’s asked other troll kids living in the complex’s bottom layer to check on them daily. They only know their first name.

Sign of early spring(late winter). Page of Space. Camel Cricket Morph.

2 sweeps: 4 years.

[jawhole]

morrissey: sweetness sweetness I was only joking when I said I'd like to smash every tooth in your head sweetness sweetness I was only joking when I said by rights you should be bludgeoned in your bed

noel gallagher: 📝📝📝

[kheyys-worms]

There's so little content of him i'm actually gonna kms--

[imtrashraccoon]

Took me all week since I was using a new drawing program and I'm still learning digital art in general, but I made a Faeu Sona! haven't even made a reference sheet for my regular sona...

Anyways, this is Cricket! She doesn't have wings since she's a beast type fae but that doesn't slow her down. (I'm taking some liberties here, the point is she's not based on an insect.)

@owl-bones @antlered-prince I wanted to make something inspired by your au since it's so pretty already! I hope it's okay.

@sparticus2000art I though you might like seeing the finished product since we were chatting about it.

Transcript:

Nightmare: "I thought I told you not to come back. How'd you even get in?"

Cricket: *chuckles* "It's just so hard to stay away from you, handsome~"

Nightmare: *unamused* "Get out."

Cricket: *pathetically* "No... Please, let me love you!"

Facts and close ups under the cut!

She has multiple names but Cricket is her favourite name that she only reveals to very close friends. She considers this her true name.

She was actually a human once, but since she tended to be a kleptomaniac, it got her in a world of trouble. After getting caught stealing from, unbeknownst to her, a powerful fae, she became indebted to them and was cursed. Her unique stripes serve as a warning to others that she is a known thief and isn't to be trusted.

She hasn't learned her lesson, although she has gotten better at not getting caught. Occasionally, she'll make deals with unsuspecting mortals or new fae but most of the time she just takes what she wants.

She prefers small items, especially shiny ones, that won't be easily missed. Her pockets are often full of ill gotten trinkets and she's hesitant to part with any of them.

She also has a bad habit of breaking and entering. She's pretty much a nomad since most people don't like her and tend to get upset if their stuff goes missing. As such, she often sneaks into houses and other buildings to spend the night. Sometimes she gets away with it but a lot of times the resident has to chase her off.

She's very charismatic and will turn the charm up to 100 if she thinks she can get something from you or is in a bad spot. Most older fae can see this for what it is though - a distraction.

She's also a not-so-secret admirer of Nightmare, The King of Winter, although he doesn't return her affections, much to her dismay. Most of her time is spent simping plotting a way to get his attention, although no matter how hard she tries, his eye socket is always on someone else.

Every now and then she manages to find a way into his castle, usually by fooling newer fae in his court or by other means. She's technically banned and is thrown out whenever she's caught. She's also banned from the Summer court for obvious reasons.

[archaeologysucks]

Flake’s baby sister Cricket is 3 years old this week, if you can believe that!

[pyjamac]

clap and cheer for my new tablet

[makenna-made-this]

When the developers don't feel like designing another character so they just reuse the same npc models

[happycricketbox]

Sakamoto and his adopted children

[softichill]

My two cents on the mephone age thing (some ii16 spoilers below)

I think mephone4 is a kid in the sense that he's still kind of learning about the world around him and gaining life experience as he goes. Along with this, Brian Koch at some point said that they have mephone make typos sometimes bc they see it as him still being young. So calling mephone not an adult is still a fairly accurate claim

HOWEVER. I don't think it's meant to be a one-to-one comparison. Being a robot made by a creator and being a child with a parent are not exactly the same, even if there is a sort of parent-child dynamic. Mephone is inexperienced, yes, but he was pre-programmed with a good handle on language, motor control, and an adult voice. We do see Cobs constantly referring to him as a kid during his monologue, but cmon, it's Cobs. He's told half-truths before and often tries to twist words against mephone. He could easily be trying to play it up to turn the final 2 against him.

I think the big thing that's causing a lot of confusion here is knowledge vs. life experience. Mephone certainly wasn't a toddler when he started II, even if he was only a year old chronologically. He had the KNOWLEDGE he was made with help him with successfully run challenges. However, he still has the LIFE EXPERIENCE of a 14-year-old. I.e. you can read about camping all you want before trying it for the first time, but when you actually go out camping you realize it's completely different to actually experience it yourself.

Idk I'm not good at these kinds of posts. In short, I don't see mephone4 as someone fitting for the title 'minor', but he's definitely young + immature and saying he's strictly an adult doesn't feel quite right either.

[mrs-starkgaryen]

Only thing I kept thinking of

[ishuess]

I am proud of Ishan Kishan for always standing so strong admist all the hell he's been through and still going through

Bande ki mehnat aur himmat ko mera saadar pranaam. Aasha karti hoon jaldi sab thik ho jaayega

🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿nazar na lage🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿

[sharkcuterieboard]

juvenile dark-eyed junco & adult (male?) chaperone have been frequenting one of my lunch spots at work :)