#i love them i love them

[citroncynique]

So praise me, in all of my magnificence and purity.

Absolutely obsessed with these two oh my god I'm so happy we're finally in Fontaine!!

[pigeon-princess]

I'm thinking about them CONSTANTLY. I'm turning these into keychains and stickers soon so keep an eye out!

[flowers-of-buffoonery]

brb gonna have a little cry over fukuzawa canonically referring to ranpo as his child

bro really is out there seeing himself as mama bird and honestly? can't blame him

[displaying-behaviors]

My beloveds...

[genyasglockk]

something about how luke followed the path of his father but inherited the gentleness and optimism of his mother and how leia followed the path of her mother but inherited the headstrong nature and passion of her father.

luke is his mother's son and leia is her father's daughter.

luke is soft where leia has an edge. leia is an unyielding pillar where luke is the easy flow of the river. they are balance. they compliment each other. the twins.

[bookshopbentley]

your reminder that aziraphale actually smiles differently at crowley than he does at anyone else

[alinalal-art]

Persona 3

Prints || Patreon || Redbubble

[enbyshads]

casually says they're going to kill sonic's friends while going ^ ^

[xjustakay]

✺ (1/24) ✺ @jegulus-microfic prompt: dinner — 938 words (jegulus dads ft. harry; fighting off bad dreams)

It’s hours past Harry being put to bed when Regulus hears the dragging shuffle of little feet in the hall. He frowns, glancing at the time in the corner of his computer screen. Half-past midnight. Another half hour and James would be coming to pull him away from writing to finally get some sleep.

But it’s not James who wanders into the open doorway, finding the office’s light spilling out into the hall. If Regulus were already in the bedroom, office light off, it’s less likely Harry would be taking the detour on his way there —it’s rarer now that he crawls into bed with them but not unheard of.

Harry’s glasses are crooked on his face, haphazardly thrown on to be able to see his way up the hall. A pillow line is imprinted on one pink cheek. One hand is shoved underneath his glasses to rub at a bleary eye. Sleep lingers all over him even as he wanders into Regulus’ office in his favorite pajamas —these ones look like Spiderman’s suit.

“What are you doing up?” Regulus asks gently, swiveling in his chair when Harry comes around the side of the desk.

The five year old says nothing, simply reaches for his hand to be helped up onto the chair. He curls into Regulus’ lap facing him, forehead thumping into his father’s shoulder. Regulus’ frown deepens, one hand lifting to smooth over Harry’s hair then dropping to rub soothingly up and down his back.

“Did you have a bad dream?” He checks, voice soft.

Harry nods against him.

“Oh, I’m sorry, my darling.” Regulus kisses the side of his head.

“There was a big, giant snake chasing me ‘cause he wanted to eat me for dinner,” Harry mumbles.

“That does sound scary,” Regulus murmurs. “But there’s no giant snake here, don’t worry. Just me and daddy.”

Harry sniffles quietly, nuzzling further into Regulus’ chest. “Is daddy awake?”

“Think so, for now.” Regulus picks up his phone from beside his keyboard, opens his messages to text just ‘office’ to James before returning to rubbing Harry’s back. “Would you like me to take you back to bed, darling? Read another story for you?”

Another sniffle, a shake of Harry’s head against his shoulder this time. Regulus feels small fingers tugging at the soft material of his jumper, bunching it up and holding on tight. He’d been hoping to finish a solid writing stride before his husband came to tell it's time to call it a night, but there are clearly more pressing matters at hand.

James comes into the doorway, a questioning look on his face at being summoned there fading into a look of understanding when he sees Harry clinging in Regulus’ lap.

“What’s the matter?” James asks, crossing the room quickly.

Harry’s head jerks up at the sound of his father’s voice. He blinks misty green eyes over at him, sniffling.

“Bad dream,” Regulus answers for him.

James squats down beside where they sit in the chair, getting to Harry’s level. He runs a hand over the back of his hair, fingers brushing Regulus’ when his hand settles between their son’s shoulders. 

“I’m sorry, mate. Are you alright?”

“There was a really big snake, daddy. He wanted me to be his dinner,” Harry explains again.

“Well, you know papa and I would never let that happen,” James assures. “We’d fight the snake off and keep you safe.”

Harry’s face scrunches. “But how would you fight him?”

James glances up at Regulus, one brow arched over his glasses. “We’d uh—”

“There’s a special sword for fighting giant snakes. Daddy knows where to find it,” Regulus tells him. “It’s only for the bravest of people to find, after all.”

James’ lips twitch at the corners, his hand shifting to curl around Regulus’ fingers and squeeze. They link together afterward, a hand of each of theirs settled together on Harry’s back.

“And what about you, papa? What would you do?” Harry blinks up at him.

“Papa’s real smart, a clever and tricky one, isn’t he?” James suggests, Harry whipping back in his direction. “He’d get the snake all sorts of lost and confused so he’s distracted and away from you, and so I have time to find the sword.”

Regulus nods, smiling faintly. “A team effort.”

“And the snake wouldn’t eat one of you, either, right?” Harry checks, voice wobbling a little.

James stretches his thumb where their hands are joined, brushing back and forth comfortingly. “Of course not, mate. You know why?”

“Why?” Harry asks.

“Because nothing in the world is going to stop me and papa from taking care of you, no matter what.” James taps a finger against the tip of Harry’s nose. Hazel eyes shift up to where Regulus smiles fondly down at his husband. “Isn’t that right, my love?”

“Mhm, that’s right,” Regulus confirms.

Harry glances back and forth between the two of them a couple times before he finally nods his head, a furrow slowly fading from between his brows. He lets out a quiet ‘okay’ and reaches for James’ free hand, tugging it close to his chest then hugging around his forearm. Like he does to some of his stuffed animals. He clings to James and cuddles into Regulus’ chest, pressing his cheek into his jumper.

“Can I sleep with you two in case he comes back?” He asks.

Regulus presses a kiss to the top of his head. “Sure, darling.”

James leans in to kiss Harry’s cheek first before pushing up to stand, leaving another kiss on Regulus’ cheek. “Come on then. It’s late and right about papa’s bedtime anyway.”

[thefrsers]

No wonder you’re so fond of her, Uncle. She must be a rare comfort to you.

[teem-boo]

Can you believe it guys? High Roller!!!!!!!!! Just a day away!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[pigeon-princess]

The consorts of Strahd. They're not going to tell you the Castle Ravenloft wifi password and they're going to be really mean about it. 10/10 would have a fight at dinner with these vampires again!

[spellbooking]

"I want more than to fight at your side, or sit around the campfire with you."

[goatpunches]

celebrating the start of december with some winter wangxians

[atorionsbelt]

royjamie headcanons i’ve loved seeing so far:

brazil is too far for 2 codependent guys to handle so roy joins jamie, keeley (and barbara!)

as a result roy and jamie end up taking real vacations alone together during the off-season

the club has more international matches where jamie always plays roy’s tour guide and sightseeing together becomes their thing

phoebe makes them matching tie dye/bracelets

roy gets phoebe a bike and they both teach her

phoebe and jamie connect wonderfully and he lets her do his makeup/nails/braid his hair

roy is a good cook after helping raise phoebe, enjoys homemaking balanced meal plans for jamie’s training, and shares a whole other language with stepdad simon in the kitchen

roy and jamie have tea time after training and just talk and share more personal things they haven’t really told anyone else, since they share an intrinsic understanding of their baggage

jamie’s things gradually accumulate in roy’s home with every passing overnight training (a poor excuse), one day he’s accidentally moved in entirely and roy lets him

jamie steals roy’s shirts/hoodies/joggers, him dressing in black transforms into a positive tone

roy invites jamie to infiltrate his yoga nights

they almost always keep in contact whether it be shoulders touching, hands or feet under the table, etc. roy isn’t much into pda and jamie meets him in the middle

jamie is koala lap-sitter cuddle climber level clingy and it is warmly welcomed, just like roy giving him minimum 5 ft of distance indoors

roy never gets sick of jamie wanting talk to him and share fun facts/memes all of the time

when roy and jamie stop hiding their relationship, the media don’t take it seriously and call them brotherly/paternal

the team already assumed they were together before it even happened. my favorite is colin’s “so windmills wasn’t a euphemism?”

jamie makes fun of the fans by saying he has a daddy kink, but then it’s not quite so funny anymore because [censored feral activities]

subverting the expectation that roy and jamie would instantly start their relationship with the rough/kinky dynamic (which is all good and fun), they instead begin gently and slowly to set up securely exploring those interests with time

roy and jamie do couples therapy to healthily cope whenever adjusting to big life changes together

roy waits out in the car for moral support if jamie ever visits his dad at rehab, and is fiercely protective and angry on his behalf

trent crimm is trusted to write press releases for them, as well as individual biographical novels

jamie changes the world by being the first out bisexual player

jamie has owned a roy kent chelsea jersey for years and now wears it with pride (and eager encouragement)

jamie convinces roy to grow his hair back out a bit again

jamie/roy propose to each other at the kebab shop or in amsterdam under the windmill

jamie chooses chelsea as the club he ultimately retires in as a tribute to roy, or spends some time there before finally finishing home at richmond

[technovillain]

two silly kids who live in different countries and have no clue