#i was just eating a starchaser

[tadaxii-i]

Just spawned this because everyone’s vampire jegulus phase passed, but not mine

*explodes*

[adharastarlight]

Remus/James: ...why are you eating popcorn with chopsticks?

Sirius/Regulus: I just painted my nails

[maybebabyplease]

james: you know how when you eat walnuts your tongue hurts? but that's just like, the price you pay for eating walnuts?

regulus: ...babe that is a nut allergy

[jamesisasimp]

Aka the Actor AU

It's a strange thing, being a survivor of childhood trauma, and it's even stranger when strangers on the internet are applauding you for it.

It's been three years. Three years since he left. Three years since people haven't been able to stop talking about it. It was hard to expect it fly under the radar when Sirius, being who he is, was photographed corralling his little brother with a bleeding nose and blood dripping off of his chin away from their childhood home. That's the media's favorite, they use it in just about every article about the ordeal, of which there is a plethora.

Sirius hates it just as much as he does.

But it paints a nice picture, doesn't it? Regulus is the weak, helpless little brother that needs saving, and Sirius is the protective older brother that saves him. It's honestly not that far from the truth.

After the court case, some pictures of the two of them walking out of the courthouse with their lawyer team and Remus came in very close second, but those faded out in time. The buzz about the whole thing faded out in time, the whole second year it wasn't mentioned at all aside from a few anniversary articles and interviews that Regulus has since blocked out of his memory. If he really wants to remember, he can just type his own name into YouTube and find the video.

But the third year. This year. Today.

It's bad.

And he knew it would be. It has been bad ever since The Lyre came out.

Regulus came out with five movies in three years, one of which hasn't even premiered yet. Not that it needs to. Most of it was thanks to Sirius who, using his hard earned connections that Regulus did nothing to deserve, got him right into his first movie just a few weeks after everything had settled down. He doesn't deserve to be when he did next to nothing to earn them, but Regulus is proud of all of them, even the ones that no one really liked or saw.

The Lyre was the only one he auditioned for on his own. And he regrets it and he doesn't.

It was the best filming experience of his life. The story was powerful, Patroculus was an amazing character to play, a role that Regulus fit right into the moment he put on the costume. He's thankful every single day that he had the honor of being a part of it. But it was that role that put him into the public eye, the one that made him famous, as many people online have not been afraid to blatantly point out.

He went from Sirius's Black's little brother to Regulus Arcturus Black in about a month's time.

And it was only natural, then, that all the people that were obsessed with him without even knowing him now would try to figure out all they could about him. There were Tumblr blogs and Facebook groups dedicated to supporting him and his "journey to finding himself after he was robbed of his childhood" - at least that's how Buzzfeed likes to encapsulate the entirety of his trauma into a headline.

And now it's the anniversary again. The day that picture was taken, the day it was posted, the day Regulus got out. The day everyone else found out.

Today.

He shouldn't have even looked at his phone, he knows better. But he was hungry and didn't want to get up and figured he'd just order something from delivery.

He should've just starved.

It's not fair. They don't know anything.

The less obnoxious fans simply post their support, and that's not great either but it's fine. What they don't seem to understand is that it's been three years and he's gone through - is still going through - extensive therapy. He doesn't need them to tell him that what Walburga and Orion Black did to him and his brother was wrong, he knows. He knew a long time ago, and the reminder still fucking stings.

Especially when everyone and their mom has an opinion on it that they feel the need to post in one form or another.

So that, Sirius, is why he's not getting up, you fucking twat. He's staying in bed and starving and watching one of the only Disney movies that doesn't have shit to do with a family dynamic while his phone has been punted to the other side of his bedroom.

Thank you very fucking much.

Regulus would've been very content with spending his day that way too, but there was one fatal flaw in his plan to plummet into self-pitying misery. He forgot he gave Sirius a key.

More accurately, he gave Remus a key, because he was the only one of the two of them that Regulus trusted not to lose it. But that was for emergencies, and this hardly counts as an emergency, Remus. Regulus is just in day old sweats, sprawled out in the middle of a bed with only one pillow left on it after he threw the others and all the covers off in a fit of frustrated rage because they wouldn't get off and it was just so fucking hot, playing tug-a-war between his teeth and fist with a possibly expired gummy worm from the pack in his bedside table.

Perfectly fucking fine.

Sirius opens the door and takes one step into the bedroom and seems to come to a very different conclusion.

None of that bothers him though, it's the tv he's squinting at. And then his shoulders sink. "A Hundred and One Dalmatians. Oh, Reg..."

"Fuck off."

Sirius does not, in fact, fuck off. Instead he crosses the room and decides to do the worse possible thing and throw open the curtains. Regulus makes a strangled noise, akin to one a cat might make if its tail just got stepped on.

It's too bright and Regulus is a vampire so he just covers his face with his only remaining pillow.

"I hate you so fucking much, you fucking bitch!" he tells him, feeling the mattress dip toward one side and immediately kicking at where Sirius must be sitting. Sirius kicks back. "Where's Remus? I want Remus, not your sunshine and daisies ass."

"He's in the- ow!" Sirius somehow manages to wrestle Regulus's legs against the mattress, which, as Regulus can see once he yanks the pillow away from him too, he has done by simply laying on them. "He's in the kitchen making you breakfast, bitch. Or technically lunch now, since it's almost one."

Regulus just rolls his eyes and tries to squirm until Sirius frees his legs again. "Would've been one in the morning before I got up if you two hadn't come waltzing in and ruined my day. Shouldn't you be rubbing your dicks together or something?"

Sirius's expression changes and he looked so darn sad at Regulus that it's almost comical. "Oh, baby, is that what you think good gay sex is like?"

This time Regulus kicks him directly in the chest and nearly knocks him out of the bed. Shame, he was hoping he'd go flying into those stupid fucking windows he felt the need to open.

Sirius, as he does everything, handles it with grace and just brushes himself off before throwing one of the discarded pillows at him. Regulus catches it with every intention of throwing it right back at his stupid face, and then-

"Were you really not gonna eat today?"

He decides to hug that pillow against his chest instead.

And he doesn't want to answer, so he doesn't. He doesn't need to because Sirius knows. He just shift his gaze back to the tv screen.

"Those puppies are so lucky. Look at how hard their parents are trying to get back to them. Wonder what that's like..."

"Reg-"

"No." He doesn't mean to snap as much as he does, but he can't help it. "I'm so fucking tired of everyone trying to tell me how I should feel and how I'm better off without them and all that shit. I just- I wanna feel how I feel about it."

"Okay-"

"And I feel like I wish our parents were good parents! That loved and cared about us and gave a fuck- and would cover themselves in fireplace soot to come save us." Regulus would take Pongo and Purdy over Orion and Walbruga any day, and they were fucking cartoon dogs. "Instead of just wishing they were dead."

Sirius is sighing again, and this time when he crawls into Regulus's bed again he wraps his arms around him and holds on. And Regulus protests for a while, but eventually he stops, just like Sirius knew he would. And they stay like like for a while as Cruella careens herself off the side of a cliff.

"Emma Stone did it better," Regulus murmurs and, though Sirius's doesn't verbally respond, he can hear soft chuckles coming from the space between his shoulder blades were Sirius's face is pressed.

It takes a little while longer before Sirius says, "I'll be your Dalmatian dad." It's quiet, but Regulus hears him. "Well, actually, maybe I'd make a better Purdy and Remus could be your Dalmatian dad-"

"I didn't need to know which one of you was the dom in the relationship, brother."

"Come on, you already knew."

"You're disgusting."

"And you smell like cheese."

Against his best attempts not to, that one does make Regulus snort into laughter. "That would be three cups of easy mac I fed myself last night," he smiles, and Sirius makes a wounded sound.

"Do you ever even use the stove?" he asks, as if he's not a man that could burn water trying to make pasta.

"No," Regulus hums. "I just bought it so Remus could show off when he comes over."

"Hey, that's my trophy husband," Sirius reminds him and begins to brush out his hair with his fingers. And normally Regulus would tell him to fuck right off, but today is... today. And it feels nice. So. "Not yours, you can get your own."

"But I want that one."

"Yeah," Sirius hums, "well you can't have him."

Not that Regulus would ever do anything to come between the two of them. Not when they're so good together. Not when they've helped him so much. He never says it and hardly acts like it, which he regrets, but... he doesn't think he'd ever have gotten through this without them.

And, despite his current state, he really is in a better place now. He really does love his job and his life and his fans, today is just... too much. Too fucking much.

But it's going to be today for at least a few more hours, and Regulus is feeling like being a little bitch about it. So he just twists and turns in Sirius's arms so their noses nearly touch, and the breathes his artificial cheese and gummy worm breath directly into his brother's face. The way Sirius immediately jumps back and scrambles away, like he's been burned, make Regulus burst into laughter.

And that feels so much better than crying. Contrary to what the movies portray, him crying is an awful ordeal of a pressure headache and his face so scrunched up it hurts, random bodily jolting sobs, and very little actual tears. All in all, not a fun experience.

He is very much prefers to laugh.

"Holy fuck!" his brother is squawking, now standing on the side of the bed looking severely scornful. Regulus stretches out his limbs like a starfish now that he has his bed back. "When was the last time you brushed your teeth, you god damn animal?"

Regulus pretends to think about it. "I don't really remember, actually..."

Sirius gags. "Okay, get your pasty ass up and slosh some mouthwash at least. Then you're eating and taking a shower and putting on some clothes and we're going out," he lists.

"The fuck I am," Regulus wrinkles his nose. "Have you fallen on your head, recently dear brother? Because we can't go outside today without being swarmed by cameras." And not even Sirius is dense enough to believe that isn't a huge problem.

"Believe it or not, I am aware," Sirius hums, disappearing through the open door to the attached bathroom. He comes back with the bottle of mouthwash and a cup.

Regulus fucking hates mouthwash.

Sirius does not care and unscrews the bottle anyway. "We're not going out anywhere public, I actually wanted to take you to meet a friend. Remember James?"

"The guy you fawned over for weeks when you were doing Galway Girl?"

"That's the one. He actually just got his screenplay approved for production, and... I think you'll really like it, Reg," Sirius tells him. And he knows that Regulus hates it when he gets jobs for him so he quickly adds, "You don't have to take it, of course. I can't even be sure you'll be offered it. But... it might be nice to take your mind off all this shit for a bit today."

Regulus is still glaring at the bottle of mouthwash. He honestly doesn't think he has the energy, or that anything could take his mind off the memories. But... sure. Whatever. His other plans weren't all that pressing.

Sirius always spoke so highly of James too. Regulus has never met him, even though Sirius meets up with him on a pretty regular basis to go out for lunch and bowling when he's in town. He's seen pictures of the two of them together and they follow each other on social media, but Regulus has never actually interacted with James.

He was a junior writer on the writing team for Sirius's first movie, Galway Girl. Barely anyone saw it, at least not until Sirius hit it big and then suddenly everyone was watching his old films to suck up as much of his content as they could. It was a decent enough film about brotherhood, two guys that started a band and broke up because of a girl that ended up just using them for their money anyway. There's a happy ending, Regulus just doesn't remember what it is.

Anyways, they were both new to the industry at the time, it was both of their first big film, so of course they bonded over being the youngest two on set.

Last Regulus heard, James wrote a book, is working on it's sequel, co-wrote some episodes of a Netflix original last year, and now he's got his own feature.

He's been busy.

"Will there be food?" is what Regulus asks.

Sirius rolls his eyes, but at this point, Regulus can tell, he's not even surprised. "Sure. As long as there's not any cheese, you're cut off."

And then he tries to offer him the cup of mouthwash he poured and Regulus just springs out of bed and runs to the other side of the room.

Remus walks in carrying a grilled bacon, sausage, egg and cheese sandwich (that smells devine) and a glass of pomegranate juice, which he nearly spills in Sirius's efforts to chase Regulus around the four corners of his bedroom with the mouthwash cup. Regulus has just leaped on top of his bed to escape, and that's how he gets such a clear view of the utterly unimpressed, deadpan of Remus Lupin-Black's face. His mouth and eyebrows are just parallel lines, and it makes Regulus laugh so much he falls forward into a giggly ball on his bed.

Remus find it significantly less funny.

"I'm starting to think the spoils of being a sugar baby aren't worth it," he sighs. "Good morning, Regulus."

"Thought it was afternoon?"

"It is. I was just trying to make you feel like a slightly less terrible human being," Remus replies and sets the plate and glass down on the bedside table, the only surface seemingly undisturbed in the whole room. "Now do I even want to know what all of this is about?"

"Regulus's breath reeks and he won't take any mouthwash!" Sirius accuses. And yes, it's true, but Regulus still rolls his eyes like it's the most ridiculous claim in the world.

"It tastes like cold fucking feet, I don't want it!" he complains.

Remus, who appears to be deeply reconsidering his life choices, just let's out the heaviest, most I'm-fucking-done-with-this-shit sigh.

"Regulus," he says. "Slosh the fucking mouthwash."

Regulus pouts at him. "You're just being a bitch without even asking what I wanted today?"

"Fine," Remus crosses his arms. "Would you like to be coddled or would you like for me to be a bitch?"

"I would like to be coddled, thank you."

"Too fucking bad, I'm a bitch by nature. Now take your mouth wash and eat that delicious food I worked so hard to make you before I shove it down your throat."

Remus Lupin-Black, everybody.

"Wow," Regulus whistles but reaches to take the cup nonetheless. "Careful talking to me like that, you're gonna make Siri jealous."

[cogentranting]

Rating Non-Disney Animated Horse Designs

I’m back by popular demand/well not really but my optimism’s grand

A sequel to my Disney horse Rating post for all the other random non-Disney horses. Dreamworks, Bluesky, random cartoons, anything I could find. Featuring: Altivo, Spirit, some Barbie horses, and a few abominations.

Horse (Sing)

6/10 I don’t hate it and I feel like I should because it’s really hard to anthropomorphize horses that much without making them into the stuff of nightmares.

Shadowfax (The Lord of the Rings) 

5/10 There’s nothing WRONG with him per se, but it’s SHADOWFAX. Lord of all horses. He should wow me, and he doesn’t. Check out Gandalf’s weird sock-boots though. 

Hervé (Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper) 

-6/10 Horses' mouths don’t look like that. Horses’ mouths should not look like that. This thing wants to eat human flesh but can’t because it has two solid curved huge teeth with no physical  relationship with its jaw. Also this horse has the beginnings of male-pattern baldness. 

Princess Brietta (Barbie and the Magic of Pegasus)

1/10 Her eyes are flat like they’ve been painted onto her socketless skull. And there’s something very off-putting about this shade of pink. 

Beauty, Merry Legs, Ginger (Black Beauty) 

4/10 Ginger isn’t ginger. That is not a sorrel horse. There’s ONE requirement. Beauty’s the best of the three which is I guess what counts. 

Hans, Klaus and Greta (Ferdinand) 

2/10 I hate them so much. The core design isn’t that bad but the way they move and pose is. No horse should make that face. The one on the left is stretched putty.

The Grand Chawhee (All Dogs Go to Heaven)

I know what you’re thinking-- “isn’t that a mule or a donkey of some sort?” No. He’s a racehorse. Maybe a thoroughbred. And it’s his birthday so the other horses let him win. 

9/10

Stella (All Dogs Go to Heaven)

1/10 She gets one point for being nice to Chawhee. But she’s clearly some sort of alien giraffe hybrid. 

Odette’s horse (Swan Princess) 

7/10 Just a nice little palomino design.  

That little shaggy pony (The Quest for Camelot)

12/10 Amazing. Look at the determination.

Buck (Barnyard) 

2/10 See this is what that horse from Sing COULD have looked like. 

The Horse in the Back, Not Klaus But I Couldn’t FInd a Better Picture (Klaus)

9/10 He matches his owner and I respect that

Leah (The Star) 

4/10 This is horse is voiced by Kelly Clarkson. That has nothing to do with her rating, I just thought you should know. 

(Starchaser: The Legend of Orin) 

8/10 for both. I have questions but I do not want answers. It’s better this way. 

Fred (Over the Garden Wall)

7/10 don’t love that his head is a different color than his body in a weird way but he looks neurotic and fun. 

The Chariot Horses (Prince of Egypt)

8/10 I’ve just always liked these guys with their square faces and fun hats. 

Altivo (The Road to El Dorado)

7/10 Look at the little curl in his mane. Good personality. A little too much “Dreamworks Face” 

Donkey in Horse Form (Shrek 2? one of the Shreks) 

3/10 Look at his face. I DREAD what he might have to say. 

Esmeralda, Esperanza, Ernestina (Madgascar 3)

2/10 They’re coming for you. Coming to drag you into the Abyss. 

Police Horse (Madagascar)

7/10 I like his face shape. Compare him to the Madgascar 3 horses-- look how much more identifiable as a horse he is. 

Melvin (The Lorax)

10/10 He’s not a horse, but he’s so fluffy I love him. 

Babieca (Puss in Boots)

4/10 This horse has dead eyes. 

Onyx (Rise of the Guardians) 

13/10 She’s the leader of the nightmares and I would fully support her terrorizing the dreams of children. I’m pretty sure she and her mares ate the boogie man. A true Girlboss.

Yi Min (Kung Fu Panda but I think just an online game) 

-20/10 Just from a design perspective there’s far too much going on so it’s hard to even make it all out. Also I would have zero idea that this was a horse if the wiki page didn’t tell me it was. It has split hooves? 

Spirit Jr. (Spirit: Riding Free) 

8/10 Objectively I know the design is good  but my heart rebels against this show’s existence. 

Boomerang Thomas Stone (Spirit: Riding Free) 

8/10 I’m not doing all the horses from this show but I had to throw him in because he’s cute and he has a middle and last name for some reason.

Horse (Centaurworld) 

Why are there two distinctly different designs for her? This one gets a 9/10. The round one is like... a 5. All the other creatures in this show are eldritch abominations that will haunt me in my sleep now. 

Esperanza and all the other horses from this movie (Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron) 

10/10 No notes. Perfect horses. 

Rain (Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron) 

15/10 I don’t have a joke here I just really like the way they differentiated her and made her pretty without too much anthropomorphizing. I like that she has a roman nose.  I like her feather. 

Spirit (Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron)

100/10 He’s everything. He shaped me as a person. No other animated horse can compare. 

[jiangyanlissidepiece]

Rating Marauders ship names by coolness:

Wolfstar (Remus x Sirius): kinda cool but mostly mid 4/10

Jily (James x Lily): lame. Sounds like jelly. 0/10

Pandalily (Pandora x Lily): beautiful, magical, amazing 10/10

Marlily (Marlene x Lily): beautiful & rolls off the tongue nice 7/10

Marylily (Mary x Lily): sounds like the name of a sheltered catholic girl sorry 1/10

Dorlene (Dorcas x Marlene): idk just sounds like some rando’s name. 2/10

Starchaser (Regulus x James): whimsical. Sounds like Peter Pan. I love it 9/10

Jegulus (James x Regulus): I hate it. 0/10

Starkiller (Regulus x Barty): sounds cool as FUCK 10/10

Rosekiller (Evan x Barty): gothic romance vibes 9/10

Sunkiller (James x Barty): idk it just sounds like an apocalypse 6/10

Rosewater (Evan x Regulus): sounds relaxing & elegant. 7/10

Moonwater (Remus x Regulus): literally sounds so whimsical & refreshing. Like liquid moonlight. 10/10, I want to eat it

Moonlily (Remus x Lily) very pretty 9/10

Stagpoison (James x Severus) 10/10 sounds cool as fuck

Starbucks (James x Sirius): oh wow. No. 0/10

Prongsfoot (James x Sirius): sounds like a fetish 0/10

Lilypad (Lily x Sirius): actually super cute 8/10

[ayoooo3]

A Little StarChaser Story

Fandom: Marauders

Relationship(s): StarChaser, (very) background WolfStar

Trope: Enemies to Lovers, Idiots in Love

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He hated that man. Truly. Deeply with every fiber of his being. He had from almost the very moment JP Jewelers had opened up directly across from his own store at the Promenade. He honestly couldn’t understand why James Potter was even in the jewelry business at all. He certainly didn’t understand why James insisted on “popping over to check his sales” every day or so, smug smile plastered on his face as he let his fingers trace along Regulus’ own jewelry displays. Like this was some game they were playing, James leaning close and asking if the titanium bands were selling, asking if he was donating the merchandise from what he assumed was a vast personal collection, treating Regulus’ business like his personal stage to perform in. Regulus hated the way James moved through the space like he belonged there, hated the way he’d smile and say “Later Reggie!” as he waltzed back out the door and back to his own shop.

For his part James loved Regulus. Or at least loved to get under his skin. Had from the moment he saw him while he was touring open store fronts. His serious expression and down turned lips tracking James and the mall rep as they discussed prices. James had delighted when Regulus stalked over to make sure they understood that putting a jewelry store directly across from his own was a terrible business decision for all involved. He had been positively giddy when Regulus leveled a glare at him when he responded with a smile and a glib “oh I don’t know, might be fun, a little friendly competition to keep us all on our toes.” James didn’t understand Regulus, why he kept everything so serious, why he seemed to refuse to enjoy life, why he wouldn’t just let James in a little bit. James didn’t understand him, but that didn’t stop him from continuing to needle Regulus anytime he had the chance.

The Holidays brought out the best and worst in them. Last year, the first year they were both open, they had spent weeks trying to one up each other with sales and deals, their respective signs containing barely hidden references to the other’s store. The rivalry enough to bring the local news their way to “report” on the holiday jewelry hijinks, and Regulus had been loathe to admit that it did drive sales, for both shops, just the way James had insisted it would. This year the interest, and the chaos seemed to double, customers seeking out both shops to see who would outdo the other, to take pictures of their signs and watch as James and Regulus snarked back and forth from their counters.

Regulus is exhausted, and frustrated, why couldn’t James just leave him be? The sales were nice, but having James’ attention on him was starting to wear him thin. He needed a break, so when Sirius approached him and tells him that he stealing him away for a brothers night at a small cafe his friend Marlene owns, Regulus doesn’t think twice about grabbing his coat and following his brother down the street.

James is exhausted as well, but elated, the energy of the holidays buzzing through him to the point that he’s probably going to burn out if he’s not careful. His brain is going a mile a minute as he walks with Remus across town to grab a late night bite to eat, Remus murmuring quietly beside him as James recounts his day in minute detail. James barely even has time to react as they push through the door and he finds himself face to face with Regulus, the first time he’s seen him outside the shop, his eyes darting around the room and slotting puzzle pieces together quickly.

“Wait… Regulus is Reg?! Your Reg?” James blurts out, glancing at Sirius who is now wrapped up in Remus’ arms.

“Oh for fucks sakes Siri. James is Remus’ friend Jamie? Unreal. Why am I just now learning this?” Regulus looks like he might walk right out of the cafe, or cry, or both to be honest.

“Right, well… we’re tired of hearing the two of you complain about each other. I had figured you guys would have worked yourselves out by now, but you seemed determined to stay enemies and we won’t have it. So… good luck, try not kill each other, enjoy the food Marls left out for you, we’ll see you later.”

Both James and Regulus stared as Sirius dramatically swept out the door, Remus giving them one last look before saying “for real you guys, talk your shit out, get to know each other, maybe kiss a little” and tossing a wink at them before closing the door behind him.

And if Sirius and Remus happened to peak back through the window a few hours later to find James’ hands tangled in Regulus’ hair and Regulus comfortable in James lap… well that’s nobody’s business but their own. Perhaps this holiday season will be a little happier after all.

[empressofthesunwriter]

To Belong : The End

She was the weird foreign girl, he was the most useless Viking in the history of Berk. Together they were just Leandra and Hiccup. Two best friends who searched for their place in the world. Would their search for it unite or separate them?

After thinking long and hard I decided to finish Leandra and Starchaser's story.

Leandra in particular became a character I just can’t see that she ever would get back to Berk to be with Hiccup after he choose Astrid and Berk over her.

For her, it’s clear that she will always be second best to him and she deserves better.

So this is the final chapter of Leandra and Starchaser's story, I will delete My War and Together, we map the world.

I hope you enjoy the Epilogue ^^

Epilogue: The Last Rider and her dragon

30 years later……

In a little village in China near the Silk Road…

Careful to not wake up her beloved wife Xia, Leandra stood up from their shared bedroll.

Xia just mumbled something, rolling over where Leandra had lied a few seconds ago, enjoying the warmth.

The Spanish woman couldn’t help but smile. Xia was still so cute like when they had met as twenty-somethings.

In the corner of the bedroom, her darling Night Fury Starchaser slowly woke up and greeted her with a smile.

Starchser wasn’t as young as she was once, her black scales, looked more smoky-black and her golden eyes had darkened with age.

Leandra gently stroked Starchaser's head, feeling grateful for the dragon's companionship all these years. She knew that Xia loved the Night Fury just as much as she did, and it was one of the things that brought them together in the first place.

The black-haired woman tiptoed out of their small bedroom, making her way to the kitchen to start breakfast. She couldn't wait to surprise Xia with her favourite dish, huevos rancheros, her version.

As she cooked, she thought back on all the memories they had made together - travelling the world, adopting children, and building a life filled with love and adventure.

Despite the challenges they had faced as a same-sex couple in some places they had visited, Leandra knew that Xia was worth fighting for. She was her soulmate and best friend, and nothing could ever change that.

As she placed the hot plate of food on their small table, Xia appeared in the doorway with a sleepy smile on her face. "Good morning," she yawned.

"Good morning my love," Leandra replied with a grin. "I made your favourite."

Xia's eyes lit up at the sight of huevos rancheros. "You're amazing," she said before planting a soft kiss on Leandra's lips.

They sat down to eat breakfast together, enjoying each other's company. Starchaser soon joined them and ate her basket full of fish.

After that Leandra and Xia took their morning flight with Starchaser to enjoy the thrill.

Neither of the women would get ever tired of this feeling.

Sadly they couldn’t just keep flying like once they were young, they had responsibility.

Today was market day in their little village and Xia turned to buy the groceries they needed.

With both a kiss for the Spanish woman and dragon, she made her way there, while Leandra and Starchaser worked on their rice field.

When the black-haired woman was once a young girl she never thought that one day she would love such a simple life and yet here she was.

Humming a small melody she worked on the rice field when suddenly she heard Starchaser growling.

Confused Leandra looked up.

Starchaser was growling at a young man. He was clothed like a traveller and had the same tan skin as herself, black short hair and blue eyes.

Something about them was familiar...

“Leandra Alvarez?”, he asked her in perfect norse. Leandra felt how her heart began to race...no could it be possible? “And that dragon must be Starchaser...I’m Ulf Alvarez.”

The basket where she had put the rice fell from her hands as tears shot into her eyes.

“Ulfi, my little brother!”, she chocked out. “You are all grown up!”

Without a word, the siblings hugged each other tight. Leandra noted how tall Ulf was. Taller than their father.

“I wished so long to meet you big sister!”, cried Ulf. “The letter you left behind wasn’t much and by Odin, you were hard to track down.”

“I travelled the world. Seems like you did the same.”, she cried, kissing his cheeks.

They weren’t the squishy baby cheeks but had stubble.

God, her Ulf really was here and all grown up!

Even Starchaser seemed to recognize him and licked his cheeks, which made Ulf laugh happily.

It was now early evening and the Alvarez siblings were seated at the little veranda of Xia and Leandra's home.

Xia was so nice to cook dinner, while they cached up, Starchaser was flying alone a big round over the property.

“I still can’t believe that there is one dragon left.”, mussed Ulf and took a sip from the rice win Xia and Leandra made. “We all thought...well that any dragon in the world heard Toothless command.”

Leandra snorted.

“Starchaser was once his mate, in the relationship she was the Alpha, she would have never listened to him...also I think she loved me more and rather stay here with me than go...what did you call it? The Hidden World?”

Ulf nodded.

Both siblings took each a sip of their rice wine, gathering their thoughts.

“So Hiccup married Astrid?”, couldn’t help Leandra but ask.

Xia may be her soulmate, her one true love, yet Hiccup had been her first love.

You never quite forgot your first love. Especially if it had hurt you so bad.

Nervously Ulf rubbed his neck.

“Yeah...they have two kids, Zephyr, their oldest girl, and Nuffink, a boy.”, told her Ulf.

The black-haired woman pursed her lips and then nodded slowly.

Well, it didn’t surprise her, even if one part of her, the one who still was 16 and in love with Hiccup cried out.

Hiccup had made long ago his decision. When he had the chance to run away with her and chose to follow after Astrid to make her see reason.

Tzz.

“Are they happy?”

“I think so...but Dad told me, that Hiccup had said to him on his wedding day if you would appear suddenly he would cancel the wedding.”

“Really?”

“Whatever you wrote in the letter for Hiccup made him hope till last that you would come back to Berk...but I think he made finally his peace now.”

“It’s better so, I have a wife that I love very much and a bunch of little brats I love.”

This made Ulf laugh and squeezed her free hand.

“Again, tell me where all my nieces and nephews are?”

After dinner, Leandra and Ulf talked late into the night, catching up on all the years they had missed.

Xia listened to their stories, occasionally interjecting with a question or comment.

Starchaser eventually returned from her flight, settling herself next to Leandra as they chatted.

As the night grew darker, Leandra realized that she was grateful for this unexpected reunion with her brother. She had missed him more than she had realized and was glad that he had found his way back to her.

The next morning, Ulf said his goodbyes and promised to keep in touch. Leandra watched as he disappeared down the road, feeling a sense of loss mixed with happiness at having seen him again.

As she turned back towards their home, Xia wrapped her arms around Leandra's waist and rested her head on her shoulder. "I'm so happy you got to see your brother," she whispered.

Leandra smiled, feeling content and loved.

She knew that life would continue to bring surprises and challenges, but as long as she had Xia by her side and Starchaser in their lives, she could face anything.

[112-darling]

Its Alright

TOH [The Owl House] + Markiplire Egos x reader Angst Fluff

Illinois X reader

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warnings

Spoilers for The Owl House season 2, Self blaming, mentions of eating, [my terrible memory-]

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You walked into the cave holding your lover’s hand. It was a well but instead of a reflection in the water it was a galaxy with yellow circles. And in Illinois’s hand was a strange skull. 

“Illinois. Don’t.” You looked over quickly as he threw in the skull. Before you could catch it it landed in the well. “ILLINOIS!” “What? Look again. I think we can jump in.” You sighed and got on the edge. Illinois followed after standing next to you. 

“Alright.” You sighed getting down and hurrying over to grab both of your backpacks. “Let’s go!!” You yelled and swan dived in as Illinois followed. You opened your eyes seeing the portal close and you where falling with Illinois into a forest. 

“FUUUUUUUUUUU!” You yelled before somehow not breaking every bone in your body as you landed on your ass. Illinois on the other hand fell in a tree’s branches.

“Ow.” He groaned as you laughed. “Alright! Let’s move I hear something over here!” You help Illi out of the tree. You both walk to a school looking place and seeing solders run around and you ran inside before Illinois could stop you. 

You saw two of those soldiers holding kids hostage. “Who are you?! Are you a teacher?” The Soldier hissed as you grabbed your bow and shot a warning shot. “Let them kiddies go. Before I introduce you to death.” You hissed as one dropped the kid and ran off. 

“C’mere kid your safe with me. I ain’t with child attackers.” You hissed as you loaded up your bow again. Before you could let go you saw a glowing circle pointed at the kid’s head. “If you shoot that THING! At me, I’ll kill the kid!” 

You laughed dropping your bow. “Fine I won’t shoot you with my bow. I’ll just walk away.” You smiled walking past smiling at the terrified kid. “C’mon bucko show me where you need to go.” You held the smaller kid’s hand as you reached in your bag. 

You grabbed a rag and tackled the soldier as Illinois walked in. “Babe-“ you looked up as the soldier fell unconscious. “Shhhh you knew what you where getting into dating the town Mystic.” You wagged your finger and grabbed the kids gently. 

“Kiddos what’s going on?” “The Emperor’s Coven! Their attacking the school to make us use sigils! Their gonna take our magic!”  One yelled grabbing your shirt and start crying.

“Illi. We gotta help.” You looked back as he fixed his hat and nodded as you walked through the school that seemed to change. You walked til you saw a battle in front of the auditorium. 

“Kids!” A teacher yelled as the students ran to them smiling. “Let’s go.” “Stop.” You turned back seeing a man with Fabulous long black hair. Especially for what age he looked like!

“Who are you?” “I’m y/n, the Human. This is Illinois. Also a Human.” You smiled and sucked punched a soldier who ran at you. “I wanted to return these kids after a run in with this-“ you waved to the soldiers as he laughed. “Alright.” You and Illi mostly hid in the back. 

Eventually entering the auditorium you noticed a blonde kid who had a terrible scar for his age! You looked away as he glanced at you. You walked up to Illinois and leaned on him as the HeadMaster explained what the bloody fuck was going on. 

“So your telling me. There’s a evil Emperor named Belos, who’s trying to do something evil with Covens.” Illinois tilted his head as you just sighed. “When will Evil People leave us ALONNEEE!” You bonked your head against Illinois’s shoulder with each word. 

[time skip to Unity Day] 

“Are you alright?” Illinois sat next to you as you had your head in your hands. Luz the other human, which was also. . Just a kid. She only sighed watching as you sat up. “We’re gonna do this. C’mon.” You got up and trudged outside. 

You all snuck to the Blight house. “You got this kids. You know how to reach me I’ll be distracting the Monster- I mean mother.” You kissed Illinois’s cheek and ran off giggling. 

If you went back you could hear teasing from Luz to Illinois. You knocked on the door straightening your attire and smiled at the woman with mint hair. “Hello! I would like to speak to you about the Abomatrons? I’m with the Emperor’s Coven.” 

She nodded and let you inside as you pulled up your sleeve and revealed the Illusion-created Mark. “As I was saying. The Emperor is very glad for your work! And I hope you already know?” “Yes. I know. What was the point of this visit?” She snapped at you as you stepped back laughing. “Well sorry! As I was saying.” 

You stopped for a second. Hopefully not too long. “The Emperor wants your Offspring to be semi royals! Of course under his almighty power. But your family has done him good! And he rewards those who do good!” 

Her eyes widened as you nodded. “Well tell The Emperor. We will gladly accept this!” She spoke with greed as you shook her hand. “Too bad your fake.” She gripped your hand hard and goo trapped you in place. “NO! No no no!” You yelled and fought the Abomination. 

Illinois appeared and got you out thankfully. “Let’s go.” You ran upstairs and got the kids outta there. “We need to stop the Abomatrons.” You hissed and jumped out the window and a kid named Gus who gave you the fake Mark magicked up some Uniforms. 

“This would’ve helped a ton earlier kid.” You laughed and snuck into the lab. “That’s Kikimora.” The blonde kid said pointing to the tiny demon climbing up a bot. 

“Alrighty.” You stood up straight. “C’mon.” Amity lead to the lab seeing it as empty. “What are you doing?” The Mint haired woman hissed as you jumped. Everyone started making excuses. You pulled the group from their babbling mess and escaped out.  

You guided them out and broke into a run before hitting your head on the edge of a magic wall of a dome. Amity and Luz monologues with the Mother while you walked over to Hunter and Gus. 

“You both okay?” They nodded as you hugged them close as Illinois joined in the bicker. “Honey!” You jumped as Illinois called you seeing Amity’s blood boil. Along with the restraints. 

“Amity. Calm down-“ you tried over the noise but the restraints popped off into a fist and she started punching the dome. Her face contorted into anger. 

The Luz whispered to Gus as you and Illinois started also punching the dome. Before you knew it it was popped and Kiki appeared and started the attack. Luz saved Hunter and Gus as you distracted them. 

Kiki grabbed Hunter as you yelled “NO! PUT HIM-“ Illinois Pulled you back and stopped you from the attack. He pulled you into his shoulder. “He’s a brave kid. He’ll be safe.” He whispered as neither of you knew what was going on other then you all escaped. 

Soon ushered onto a blimp you slid down the side and curled up next to Illinois who’s sat down. Luz looked around and stood by Amity. Gus looked tired as Amity addressed Luz and suddenly a puff of smoke and Hunter appeared instead of Luz. 

Gus explained how it was Luz’s idea. And the panic settles. You just slowly started drifting on and off sleep as started to bicker. “Hon you wanna something to eat?” Illinois poked your face gently and you nodded slowly. You both shared a sandwich as Hunter sat next to you. 

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled as you sat up. “What for kid?” “For dragging you here. You came for me if I wasn’t coming on this you would’ve never joined.” He looked down. And his ears where tilted in the same direction. 

“Kid. I’d never blame you. And illi don’t either. Your protecting your friends. That’s more then any kid where I’m from would ever do. Ya got spunk.” You smiled and patted his head. 

“You all must be tired. C’mon kids nap time.” You grinned as you opened your arms. Gus sat in your lap leaning on Illinois who just smiled at you. Admiring your sheer will to make sure these strange kids are at least healthy. Hunter leaned on your shoulder and Amity leaned on a box. 

Willow leaned on Illinois yawning as her Palisman sat on her lap. And the other palismen also joined in the snuggle party. Amity’s father chuckled as you gave a thumbs up and drifted off to sleep. 

Whatever it takes. These kids are your top priority.

[talesfromlissom]

He Kills Monsters

Summary - Megatron finally manages to get the number of that cute manager at the diner he once fell asleep in. It's a shame that he keeps getting stood up. With a lame excuse that Orion is ‘busy’. 

Well, Megatron has had enough. 

He never expected to find this was the reason why Orion never returns his calls. 

A/N - I imagine this universe to have a more soft body type of universe. As in, they have transformer heads, but fleshy bodies. This is why Megatron & the other characters are described as wearing clothing, driving cars, etc etc. I didn’t really imagine this taking place within a particular universe either. 

TW - Blood/Gore, Mentions of Death, Ugly Ass Monsters, guns, swearing, & body horror.

Orion’s diner laid at the very edge of the city. The clear paved roads developed into broken asphalt. With faded paint in the center. Surrounded by sets of tall evergreens. Its pines litter the edges of the pavement. 

The drive is silent and dark. The only sound is a few birds, and a distant rifle being fired. But Megatron has lived out here before. People hunt in these woods a lot, as long as his headlight still works. He has nothing to worry about.

He turns to his left, spying the neon sign for Orion’s diner. Named ‘The Arc’. 

The building itself looks like a typical diner. From the silver walls to the neon wrap-around lights. There’s one car parked in the parking lot. A class black muscle car. A 1968 Ford Mustang it seems. Why someone who works at a diner would need a muscle car is beyond him.

But, he doesn’t see Orion’s truck.

Megatron pulls into the parking lot regardless. And parks his motorcycle, and climbs off the bike. 

Marching up the cement stairs and opening the glass door. 

He’s greeted by the sound of a bell and stares into the empty diner. The lights are still on, and he looks down towards the breakfast bar. 

The waiter (or he assumes they’re the waiter). Is leaning against the counter, sipping at what appears to be a chocolate milkshake. With a large dollop of whip cream on the top. 

Even if he’s walked in, the waiter (again, he assumes) has not acknowledged his presence. 

Megatron goes to sit down-

“We’re closed,” The waiter says, not bothering to look up from his phone. “Sorry. I forgot to change the sign.”

Megatron frowns. 

“I’m not here to order,” He began. “I’m looking for someone.”

The waiter looks up, and he spies the nametag on the mech’s chest. 

‘Dion’. 

“Who?” Dion asked, head tilted. “It's just me and Starchaser here tonight.”

Megatron narrows his gaze.

“Orion.” He says, crossing his arms. “I’m looking for Orion Pax. He owns this…establishment.” 

If Megatron can even call it an establishment. The diner looks clean, pristine even. Untouched. So much so. That he can tell nobody comes to eat here. There’s only one waiter, and he assumes this ‘Starchaser’ character is the only cook. So yes. Megatron isn’t sure if he can really call it an establishment.

“Well, he’s not here.” Dion shared, placing his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “You just missed him.”

“Where did he go, then?” 

“What’s it to you?” Dion blurts out, eyes narrowed. 

Megatron scoffs.

“He and I were supposed to see a movie together. Tonight.”

He leaves out the part where this is the second time Orion has stood him up. 

Dion blinks. Once. Twice.

He then grins and snaps his fingers. And points at him with his index. 

“Holy shit, you’re Megatron!” 

Megatron stares. 

“Starchaser!” Dion shouts, walking over to the open door. Leading into the kitchen. “Megatron’s here!” 

Megatron shakes his head when another person pokes his head out. This bot looks older than Dion. and he’s much taller too. He can’t tell if Starchaser is taller than him from here. He might be. 

Starchaser steps out of the kitchen, wiping his oil (?) littered hands on a dirty white rag. And yeah. Starchaser is taller than him. 

“So, you’re Megatron, huh?” Starchaser starts, stepping towards the counter. 

“I am.” Megatron sits down. “I’m assuming you’ve heard of me?” 

“Of course I have,” Starchaser chuckles. “Orion won’t shut up about you.”

Megatron frowns. 

Starchaser looks him up and down. 

“Why are you looking for him?” 

Megatron narrows his gaze. The two are stalling. And whatever the reason is, Megatron doesn’t like it. 

“He was… supposed to see a movie with me.” 

“Oh shit.” Dion blurts out. “He stood you up again, didn’t he?”

Megatron scoffs. 

“Yes yes. He did, now can you please tell me where he is?”

“So you can what? Yell at him?” Starchaser criticized. “Sorry but…no. He’s got more important matters to address.” 

Megatron shakes his head, jaw clenching. 

“Like what?”

Starchaser doesn’t reply. 

“May you please tell me where he is? All I need to ask him is why he keeps standing me up.”

Because he wants to boast about having your number. A small voice tells him. But he pushes that voice aside in favor of the task at hand. 

Dion and Starchaser look at one another. Then back at Megatron. 

“Again, I’m sorry.” Starchaser starts. “But-”

“But, he’s down in Devilwood Clearing.” Dion interrupted. “He said-”

“Dion, shut the fuck up!” Starchaser hissed, slamming the rag onto the counter. 

“What do you mean shut the f-”

Dion and Starchaser turn towards him again. There’s a moment of silence before Starchaser grabs Dion by the arm and pulls him into the kitchen. Dion shouting angrily the entire time. 

Megatron’s shoulders slump when he hears the two arguing. He can’t make out what they’re saying. But it's not that it matters.

He narrows his gaze, pulling his phone from his pocket. Searching up the name Devilwood Clearing. The location pops up, almost 30 minutes out from here. 

Its…odd. 

Why would Orion be out in the middle of the woods? Now specifically. And is this the place Orion keeps returning to every night? Why does he go there instead of on a date. 

The questions boggle Megatron’s mind and hears the arguing get softer. He looks up at the kitchen one last time. Well, whatever it is. Orion can explain himself when Megatron finds him. 

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The drive to Devilwood is quiet. A bit too quiet. There are no birds. No gunshots. Nothing. Just the sound of his bike crunching on pavement and dirt-

Megatron looks down at the headlight. Head tilting when the light itself begins to flicker. Then dimming. Before completely shutting off. 

Megatron stops immediately, parking the bike and getting off. He pulls his phone out, turning the flashlight on. He touches the headlight’s glass. It's still warm under his fingers. Odd. 

He gets back on the bike, turns the ignition-

The bike sputters, then dies. 

He tries again. He gets the same reaction. 

He curses, and grabs the handles of the bike, rolling it off the road and onto the grass. Makes sure to hide it with a few bushes. He takes the helmet off as well, placing it onto the leather seat. 

Megatron grumbles to himself, turning to his map. Thankfully, Devilwood Clearing isn’t far from here. A good ten-minute walk, actually. 

So, with that. Megatron turns and begins to walk. 

—

The walk itself is uneventful too. The only sound is his boots crunching against the ground. But there are no birds. No crickets. No owls. Nothing. 

But he makes it to Devilwood Clearing. 

The name is rather…ambiguous. 

Because this isn’t a forest clearing. It's a parking lot. A parking lot with one single lamp. A lamp that flickers, and is surrounded by various bugs. 

But Megatron can see Orion’s truck. He walks up to the first, shining his light into the driver’s seat. There’s nobody there. But he can see an open first aid kit on the passenger's seat as well as…a box of ammo.

Megatron presses his lips into a thin line and backs away from the truck. He shakes his head, turning towards the fence. He sees an opening leading into the forest itself. A set of wooden stairs that descend further into the greenery. 

He bites the inside of his cheek, squinting. 

Why would Orion go on a hike at this hour? Or hunting?

He isn’t sure. 

Megatron descends the wooden stairs anyways. He won’t go far, only a few miles out. And if he can’t find Orion, he’ll leave. And delete his number. 

The lack of sounds worries him. He’s lived in the countryside, and loved exploring the woods as a child. Especially during the spring. There was always some kind of noise. From frogs croaking to an owl hooting. 

But it's not like that here. 

Not at all. 

Megatron comes to a stop, hearing a crack of wood in the distance. He looks around, shining his flashlight towards the right. He sees nothing. Then to the left. There’s still nothing-

He flinches, hearing crunching in the distance. He sees a light in the distance. A light that bounces, like someone running. He grits his teeth, taking after the figure. Whoever it may be. 

His mind screams at him to leave. To turn the other direction, and get the hell out of here. But he doesn’t listen. Something is in these woods, and if Orion is here. Then he has to get him out. He’s no hero sure, and he knows this isn’t some tv show or action film. But if Orion went hunting and got attacked-

He slides to a stop, seeing that the dirt path has ended. But he still sees the light in the distance still. He hops over the fallen log, and runs through the forest. He pushes a branch aside-

He lets out a shriek when a bullet goes past his foot, making a hole in the dirt. He looks up, breathing heavily. His eyes widen, spying Orion. A rifle in hand, as well as a mask over his mouth. It appears to be metal as well. 

Yet, Orion still points his weapon at him. 

Megatron raises his arms, looking around. He then narrows his gaze, putting his arms down immediately. 

“Orion, what the hell are you doing out here!” He shouts. “You were supposed to meet me at Hydrax Theater almost 2 hours ago! This is the second time you’ve stood me up!”

Orion stares at him with wide eyes, bulging even. He’s speechless, and his head draws back. But his rifle isn't lowered.

“Megatron-”

“No. No. I don’t want to hear your excuses. What are you doing out here?” Megatron snarled, arms sweeping. “Are you hunting, hiking-”

“Megatron, keep your voice down.”

Megatron clenches his fists. 

“Excuse me? I’m sorry, but the last time I checked. I’m not the one out in the middle of a forest, carrying around a rifle, and…” Megatron starts. 

But he trails off, upon seeing that Orion isn’t listening to him. He’s looking straight up. 

Megatron’s head slowly-

“Don’t look up.” Orion blurts out, causing Megatron’s gaze to snap back over to him.

Megatron narrows his eyes and scoffs.

“You’re such an asshole,” Megatron starts, turning back to the sky. “The least you could’ve done is say you're not-” 

He cuts himself off, eyes widening. He takes a step back, lips trembling. As he stares into a pair of bulging red eyes. 

This creature has no skin. No muscles. Just bones. A long verberay, with a set of small ribs. The other bones are just as long, but the fingers of this beast are not fingers. They’re sharp. Claws. They’re pitch black, and Megatron sees the remnants of blood on its tips. The creature hums and Megatron turns back to it. Its eyes. His head is suddenly pounding, all noises becoming muffled. The things jaw bone is extensive. Sharp jagged teeth lay at the bottom. And… 

He's snapped back to reality when a bullet goes flying past his ear. He assumes it hit this…thing. Because his head stops hurting, and the creature shrieks from the impact. 

Orion grabs his arm and runs. He hears the beast screaming in the distance, and sees the trees bending and breaking. As well as one of its boney legs landing on the grass. Birds scatter, and Megatron stares at the black tar that drips from its socket. Its remaining eye boring into him-

“Stop looking at it!” Orion shouts. “If you keep looking at it, it’ll mark you!"

Regardless, the beast shrieks. And gives chase, jumping into the trees. 

“It? It?” Megatron cries. “What even is that-”

“It’s a demon, obviously!” Orion yelled as the two found themselves on the dirt path. “I’ve been hunting this thing for months-”

“Is that why you’ve kept standing me up-!”

The two slide to a stop when the demon lands in front of them. Nails digging into the dirt, its mouth opens. Letting out a hoarse roar. So high-pitched that Megatron has to cover his ears. He turns away.

He turns forward seeing Orion firing at it. The demon jumps into the trees again, its roaring becoming distant. Birds scatter into the sky. 

“Come on! That thing won’t flee for long!” Orion shouted. 

The two break into a run again. 

It's at this moment that Megatron finally hears the sounds of the forest return.

—

When Orion pulls into the diner, Starchaser is leaning against the metal railing. And Dion is sitting on the steps. 

Orion leaves the truck, and Dion smiles. But his smile fades when Megatron gets out as well. 

“Oh shit,” Dion mutters. 

Orion takes the mask off.

“Inside. All of you. Now.” Orion orders. The two comply instantly, but Megatron still stands in the parking lot. 

Orion turns to him. Eyes narrowed.

“If you stay out here Ruz'gadar will find you,” He starts. “But he can’t find us inside the diner, it's warded.” 

Megatron stares, crossing his arms.

“And if I do stay out here?”

“Then you’ll get torn limb from limb. Have all your organs consumed, and then your soul.” Orion says, flatly. 

Megatron stares, before climbing the metal stairs swiftly. 

Orion watches him, turning to the empty street momentarily. He narrows his gaze, rolling his shoulder, and grabbing the strap of his rifle. He then opens the glass doors, and steps inside. The door shuts behind him.

And as a final action. He turns the ‘open’ sign to ‘closed’. 

[evilmskitty]

Hello!

What a weird time to “officially” join this lovely hellsite. I’ve actually been around for a while but didn’t have an account or the app until just recently (not that anyone cares lmao). Idk what you expect me to post bc idk either.

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Anyways, guess I’ll do one of those interest things that no one reads ha, feel free to talk about anything mentioned here with me

-Marvel; grew up with it and holds a special place in my heart even if the new stuff is kinda trash.

-Stony; hate it or love it idc. Honestly, talk about either of these characters and I will be there.

-Peter Parker x MJ; I only like this ship with Tom’s Spider-Man, Tobey’s Spider-Man and MJ ship sucked (mostly bc of MJ)

-Peter x Gwen Stacy; Andrew and Emma are so cute in that role, really brings the ship to life

-Irondad; eat that shit up, can’t get enough

-Harry Potter; absolutely feral for this shit, I could be any fucking mood and could hear someone from across the country mention something Harry Potter related and I perk up instantly

-Wolfstar; it’s such a beautiful tragedy of a ship, I love it

-Jily; hot take, that ship name sucks. But it’s a nice cute slow burn that no one knows a lot about, I love character growth

-Jegulus/Starchaser; Absolutely love this ship, so much angst and/or fluff potential.

-Harry x Ginny; book ship only, movie Ginny has the personality of a wet sock and that’s generous.

-The Golden Trio; I love this dynamic and I feel like people shit on Ron and Hermione so much and really harshly. Their friendship is really sweet.

-The Marauders; If the new Harry Potter show is about them I will die and come back to life in 3 seconds. Love how little is known about their lives which just lets the creativity flowww

-Owl House; Such a cute show, I love the story and the representation. I’m sad it’s getting cut short but its wrapping up nicely.

-MHA/BNHA; the first anime/manga I really got into. I love it, the story is amazing, although the recent chapters have been on crack.

-Tododeku; absolutely adore this ship

-EraserMic; slightly feral for this ship, hard to find fics that center just on the ship though. The angst, the wholesomeness, the fluff, the contrast, ugh so good.

-Dadzawa; Love this, it’s so true lol

-If We were Villains; Ugh, such a good book. Wonderful plot twist and tied together so well.

-TMNT; Literally any of them, took me a while to get into the 2018 one but it really shined once I gave it a chance. 2012 is the special one to me because it was the first one I started watching

-Jonatello; 2012 hit me hard for this one, such potential tbh, April x Donnie in 2012 kinda sucked after a few seasons and I started to dislike April after awhile. Any other April is superior.

-Capril; The OP ship, idk how to feel about it in the 2012 show

-Avatar: The Last Airbender; I got into this late but it lives up to the hype. Trauma, psychological damage, war, and it’s a kids show :D

-SPN; This show is trash and I love it Lmao

I’ll stop here lol, there’s more but this is a lot.

[linuxgamenews]

Unleash Your Imagination in Underspace

Underspace sandbox RPG game with a Lovecraftian side playable on Linux via Windows PC. Thanks to the skilled crew at Pastaspace Interactive for making this happen. Available now on Steam Early Access and GOG with 79% Positive reviews. So, I recently dove into Underspace, the latest project from Pastaspace Interactive, which is a sandbox RPG. Also spearheaded by the modding legend Trainwiz. You know, the guy who gave us those wild Thomas the Tank Engine mods in Starfield and Skyrim. Now, this isn't just any launch - it's a big deal, getting a thanks in GamingBolt's "15 Big Titles Launching in April 2024". Pastaspace Interactive also emailed, "we have confirmed Linux sales and functionality!" Just a heads-up: the Underspace sandbox RPG doesn't have a native build. Early Access development is using Unity 3D. Where it is due to remain for the next year. But, good news - Proton support works smoothly; I've tested it myself. Still, it's wise to keep asking for Linux support in the Discussions. Big thanks to everyone who's already on it. What's unique about the Underspace sandbox RPG? This is a classic vibe from games like Freelancer but with a twist. You're thrown into a vast, meticulously crafted cosmos - over 110 star systems, all handmade, packed with stuff to discover. It's also pure exploration without shortcuts; no fast travel here. You zip around using lanelines, engines with three thrust levels, and also jump gates. It's like taking a road trip in space.

Underspace sandbox RPG Early Access Trailer

The story? You're Kardoz, a noble fallen from grace, scraping by as a starchaser. This universe is also full of pirates, wild cults, space storms, and cosmic beasts that are just bizarre. Starchasing is certainly high-risk, high-reward.

Features:

Play Your Way: Be a mercenary, miner, courier, pirate, scrapper, starchaser - whatever floats your boat. Loads of jobs and ways to earn.

Truly Open World: Navigate 110+ unique star systems. Underspace sandbox all about exploring and facing the test of space naturally in this RPG.

Lovecraftian Cosmic Horrors: Battle against 35+ unique bosses like world-eating serpents and living minefields.

Dynamic Dogfighting: Get into fast-paced, skill-based combat. Lots of weapons and ship mods to mix things up.

Your Ship, Your Character, Your Choice: Over 60 ships to fly and customize. Equip your ship with 500+ parts. Shape your character with a deep skill tree.

Every Star A Story: Interact with 40+ factions, each with their own stories and quests.

Early Access also promises mod support, PvP, co-op, planetary exploration, and more to come. Quick facts: Single Player, Multiplayer PvP & Co-op modes are in the works. Underspace is more than a simple sandbox RPG adventure game; it's an deep experience that lets you carve out your own path. Whether you're battling cosmic horrors, exploring uncharted systems, or dealing with intriguing factions, there's something for everyone. It's a universe brimming with possibilities, waiting for you to make your mark. Don't miss this one; it's shaping up to be a real gem in the space RPG genre. Available now on Steam and GOG. Playable on Linux via Proton with Windows PC. Priced at $17.99 USD / £13.94 / 15,11€ with the 10% release discount.

[kosmicmuses]

Welcome!

Hello! I'm Kor Kosmic, and this is the newest remake of my multimuse sideblog! I'll have a mix of OCs and maayybee some canon characters here. It'll mostly be OCs though.

Mun Info: Call me Kor, Kosmic, or just Mun/Mod! Pronouns are She/They/Xem. I'm over 21 years old. My timezone is CST/Central Standard Time!

More under the Read More!

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Rules and Info

1: Please don't use too much fancy text! I'm on mobile 98% of the time, so some special characters might not be visible to me.

2: Please specify which character you're talking to, and if said character has multiple versions, specify that too please!

3: Please don't put spam, hate, or unrelated advertising in my askbox. If you get too annoying, I will use that block button!

4: I'm open to all kinds of blogs! But if your blog has lots of heavy topics or nsfw, tell me first!

5: I'm okay with your character flirting and whatnot with mine, but I will cut it off if it starts getting too spicy. I'd rather keep nsfw to DMs or a fade to black.

6: I'm sure we all know that tumblr sometimes eats stuff, so if I don't respond to your ask within a week of you sending it, feel free to resend it!

7: I do struggle with depression and very strong social anxiety, so sometimes I'm just not in the mood to socialize. Please be patient with me!

8: Each ship will get its own little branch, so each character can have multiple partners without it being cheating. But I am open to my characters being in a poly ship, as long as we talk it out first!

9: You don't need to match my writing length, but also give me something to work with. I'll message you if I need more to work with, if needed!

10: If the writing starts to feel one sided, or the thread loses energy, I'll try to talk about in DMs first, but I maintain the right to just end a thread.

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These are all going to be really basic, cause otherwise I'd just forget them. Each character will get their own tags, and those will be listed on that character's intro post, and eventually added here (if I remember).

#starchatter - Mod talk tag

#askbox - For anything from the askbox

#sillymode - For OOC character stuff

#kosmicart - For any art that I made and posted here

#rp - RP responses, will be paired with a character tag and the name of the other blog and/or character

#starnet - For any blog-style posts I might make IC

#longpost - For long posts!

#characterintro - For character intro posts!

#nyx starchaser - For almost anything involving Nyx!

#nyx aesthetic - For stuff my character Nyx would like, including aesthetic posts, music, art, etc.

#kelwyn the warlock - For almost anything involving Kelwyn!

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Nyx Starchaser (active, fandomless OC)

Kelwyn Tiereth Tempendash (active, D&D OC)

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[franki-lew-yo]

The Romantic (2009, R, Gothic Fantasy/Horror), aka the most forgotten animated film in the world

What if I told you there was a movie under serious threat of becoming lost media with no clear reason as to WHY it's been lost other than no one has apparently watched it besides me and a few people on Reddit? What if I told you that movie wasn't half bad and would no doubt have some interest peeked if anyone DID know about it?

The name of that movie is The Romantic.

It was released in 2009 and it's Rated R for nudity and sex scenes [insert Robbie Rotten meme here], though none of it too graphic. It was a pet project created by animator Michael P. Heneghan, originally starting as a flash project for his animation class before he expanded it into a feature film. The film was inspired by movies such as The Dark Crystal and Labyrinth, but what I see every time I look at it is a touch of Jhonen Vasquez, Tim Burton, and Roman Dirge- the guy behind Lenore the Cute Little Dead Girl. It's flash animation especially remind me of the puppet-rigged toons of the 2000s (again like Salad Fingers or Lenore). It's not bad, it's just not inherently 'feature film' quality flash, nor is it exceptionally artistic like Sita Sings the Blues in it's simplicity. Like, really, if you happen to find this thing it's not the worst animated project at all it's just amateur for a professional production. I've seen worse flash movies. Heck, if The Romantic were released in separate parts on youtube or Newgrounds as a series (ala Homestuck) I'm sure it would have been really successful and totally in it's element. But it wasn't.

Because next to no one has seen it and I'm lucky to have not only ever seen it when it was available for free but have also found it recently (hush hush, I ain't telling you how) I'm going to actually give you all a plot synopsis under the cut. There will be some details I leave out and I think I've spelled some characters names wrong. It's a bit of a surrealist film as well, so you might need some things explained.

Spoilers ahead:

The Romantic is set in an autumnal, surrealist world inhabited by humans and monsters and ruled by three gods; Po the goddess of love; Pik the god of Hate; and Pjorrc the god of time though Pjorrc was made to live inside a pumpkin moon as everything he touched rabidly aged and died.

((Tapestry art featuring the main three gods of the film.))

A young man (called “Romance” or “The Romantic” by the other characters) performs a bull sacrifice in order to summon Abbledepopa, the unseen creator of the other gods and ‘storyteller’ of the world. The sacrifice does not conjure Abbledepopa but, when Romance spares a monster that was ready to eat him, the monster tells him of a profit named Patience. Patience is a foul-mouthed dwarf living alone with an army of babies who points Romance in the direction of Po.

((Romance outside of Patience's house.))

Romance wants the god’s help because he has fallen out of love with his girlfriend. Po grants him his desire and restores his love only for Romance to return home and find his girlfriend with another man. Blinded by heartache and rage, Romance kills her. He then swears vengeance on the gods for ‘making’ him do it. In the midst of this vow, a corrupt prophet called Fat Daddy kills the queen of Vauxhaul (Romance's home) and her guards, and forges a new body for his newborn son with their bodies. Fat Daddy rallies the townsfolk behind him in supposedly finding the Queen’s murder into follow a new religion called "The Poetic End".

((Romance (right) besides the monster he spared at the beginning of the movie.))

Patience accompanies Romance on his quest and tells him to take Po’s mask, which hides her true face, once he kills her. Romance buys Po’s trust by weaving her a tapestry that tells her story: in the dawn of time Po and Pjorrc were in love. However, Pjorrc gradually became distant and Po became resentful when their daughter, Love, earned Po's original title as the god of romance and love.

In the present day, Romance sleeps with Po for over a year before finally killing her and taking her mask. He and Patience return to his home of Vauxhul only to be chased out by Fat Daddy’s personal army. They flee to Marshallton, the town nearest to the god Pik.

((Romance's hometown of Vauxhul. ))

The king of Marshallton, King Crookie, tells Romance of a prophecy he, Patience, Fat Daddy and all the gods are a part of and that the world is soon to change. Romance then fights and successfully kills Pik when he shows the god of hate his reflection in a mirror King Crookie gave him, but not before losing his hand to Pik.

When Romance comes down the mountain he learns from Patience that nine years have passed since his fight with Pik began. Patience reveals to Romance what Pik saw in the mirror that allowed Romance to take the killing blow; after Love had grown up and married, Po asked Pik to tell her where her husband was always running off to. Pik reluctantly revealed Pjorrc was disguising himself as a human and married a mortal woman. Po found Pjorrc and his pregnant second wife, forcing Pjorrc to leave his human family behind, but not before asking his wife to name their son “Patience”. In retaliation for his treachery, Po proceeded to sleep with fifty men and produce the fifty bastard children in Patience’s house.

((Fat Daddy, the main villain.))

Marshallton and the entire rest of the world has fallen to the rule of Fat Daddy, who captures Romance and Patience. Fat Daddy tortures Patience into telling him how to get to Pjorrc but is unable to convince Romance to take part in his ‘new world’ or give him Po’s mask. Romance and Patience escape and leave the village to be torn apart by the fifty babies Po had, now transformed into veracious monsters after Patience didn’t feed them for the past ten years. Romance confronts Patience when he realizes the latter is Pjorrc’s son. Patience calls Romance out on his mantra of vengeance and points out that all his decisions are his own, not the gods, and instructs him to seek Love herself in Po’s basement. Patience then attempts to confront Pjorrc but is cornered and killed by Fat Daddy before he can do so.

In Po’s basement, Romance finds Love nailed to a wall, her face torn off and half eaten by her deformed husband. Love tells Romance that Po ripped off her daughter’s face in rage over Pjorrc’s infidelity and Pjorrc did not intervene fast enough. Po then threw Love into her basement, turned Love’s husband into a monster, and wore her daughter’s face as a mask - which Romance had broken into pieces moments ago after Patience had shown him his face in King Crookie’s mirror. Romance then finds Pjorrc hanging himself. As he dies, Pjorrc tells Romance to take the hand Fat Daddy had cut off and sew it onto himself, which will in turn help Romance defeat Abbledepopa.

Romance traverses the wasteland and does not find Abbledepopa, but instead a golden loom. Having seen all the destruction he and others had caused, Romance sits upon the loom and accepts his fate as the new ‘storyteller’ of the world, as he begins weaving a new one...

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I mentioned before the animation quality of the film and why maybe that caused people to overlook it. The only other thing I could complain about on a technical level with The Romantic is it's sound design. Some of the voices and music is a little too quiet and so all these key details I had to go through the film a few times to really piece together. But that leads me to the thing I like about this movie and I'm sure others would to: the lore.

It's very hard to create a new fantasy world w it's own customs, religions, history and rules out of the blue as any YA Harry Potter/Hunger Games ripoff book could tell you. The Romantic is so unique in how it handles the pantheon and culture of these three gods and their kin; really only four or five characters throughout the entire story aren't connected to the gods or prophecy in some way, as there's the main three gods, Abbeldepappa, and the prophets Patience, Love and Fat Daddy, who make up your main cast besides Romance. There's a lot that's intentionally left unexplained and other info that must be explained, like Pjorrc and Po's marriage and Romance's feelings towards the gods, if we want to understand the former. The movie is paced pretty well and knows when to follow up on what, it's just that again some of those animation and editting shortcomings might make it hard to understand...but I don't think THAT hard. Look, if someone can enjoy Starchaser: The Legend of Orin or even better surrealist world-building films ((Fantastic Planet comes to mind)), then I say there's no reason The Romantic wouldn't have a following. There's no other way I can articulate why and what doesn't work about the story except just to recommend you watch it yourselves, but before I get into that I want to talk themes...because I love the themes and tone of The Romantic.

I revisited The Romantic a week before I made myself watch Centaurworld and The Owl House for the first time...and what a week that was~! The Romantic has the vibe of those kinds of shows along with Adventure Time and Infinity Train ((so I hear, I haven't watched the latter)). It's surreal and you'll only marvel at 'woooah wut an acid trip' for so long before you get into the vibe of the universe. It also reminded me substantially of the Broadway musical Hadestown and not just because this movie is also a self-contained, somewhat self aware fable about the relationships between humans and gods - it's very raw in how the characters talk. It's very emotional and blunt in how kind and how cruel they can be, and it doesn't make excuses or really worships any one of them. Romance himself is the world's most likable Incel: he murders a woman he thought he needed to love and blames his emotions on the gods of those passions...except the gods AREN'T the manifestations of love, time, and hate - they simply dictate and oversee it in the lives of men. It's a dynamic I really like in religious works where Gods are powerful but not all knowing or puppet masters to everyone's design- they have morality too and there is only so much you can blame and get from them.

"You made your gods into excuses and your excuses into gods!"

-Patience. This here is a cool quote. I like this quote.

No matter what, The Romantic is not gonna be a film for everyone. We all have our tastes - I think I'm drawn to it and accepting because I've come to love these kind of worlds that used to keep me up at night - these trippy 70s inspired fantasy landscapes given a whole Avatar: The Last Airbender degree of worldbuilding and character worth. It also doesn't feel exploitive in it's violence, it's sexuality, it's grimmness - it doesn't feel like it's trying to hard or going over the top because it happens to be an adult animated film, something that I love in movies like 9 or Hair High but really turns me off in stuff like Sausage Party or Wizards. Whatever go watch The Romantic...

if you can.

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When I first saw this film in 2016 it was actually very accessible and was even uploaded to youtube by the creator himself. I don't know WHAT happened to Michael P. Heneghan, but simply put, the man's disappeared...like...REALLY disappeared.

Lookit his IMDB. He has The Romantic and a wapping two other projects to his name. His Twitter isn't very helpful either. He last updated in early 2020 and he says next to nothing about The Romantic. It's so odd that he would one day be happy with the film enough to host it on Vimeo and Youtube but then just cop out.

According to a Reddit user: "On Valentines Day 2011, Heneghan released the film for free online through all kinds of platforms including direct download, bittorrent, Vimeo, and even directly through Archive.org. He even joked about releasing a 300 gig uncompressed version.

I know I watched it on Vimeo probably as recently as 2016. Now I can't find it anywhere. The website is dead, the Vimeo video went private, even the archive.org version has been taken down. It really looks like he wanted to wipe it off the face of the internet. His newer website mentions it, but again, the Vimeo link is dead and even that website is closed for business."

It's weeeird. What happened Michael?

And yes, obviously, other people worked on the movie.

No - I can't find out anything about them either.

I'm betting on three theories at the moment: 1) this film is an SCP or some Candle Cove weirdness with only me and a handful of people ANYWHERE remembering it, 2) something weird is going on w Michael Heneghan and it involves too something about this film. It was a scam or a scheme or a hidden agenda weirdness, 3) Heneghan's doing okay he just doesn't like this film anymore and wants it hidden while he takes a break.

Look, I get it Michael! What was once our life's worth can become cringe as you improve as an artist - you're not the person making the stuff you were ten years ago...but you should still have the film kept alive somehow. Someway.

I'm seriously the only person to have ever made fan art of this movie on the internet. That just doesn't happen, and I don't think I like being in a fandom of one. The Romantic is a testament to the power of design and storytelling > animation quality itself. Too often I see people equate good animation with smooth animation, with a budget with squash and stretch. These animations are good but art is diverse and there's so many kinds of films out there, the value of the medium can't just be in one style/form. There's a lot of honestly wonderful pieces of art out there if you know where to look and you're willing to see where it leads you.

Don't let The Romantic be the most forgotten movie of all time. Reblog this post. Show it to your friends. PM the animation community reviewer people like Saberspark and someone who isn't Saberspark and smuggle them a copy.

Keep telling the story...

[invalid-prongs]

Is this a full documentation of my own experience projected into Starchaser? Wouldn’t be an Emmo post if it wasn’t. Except I don’t have a James Potter... or any partner, really. Although, full love and affection to the handsome and talented @wolfstarskidd because they helped me through the entire process (even though I still fainted). Also, James is 18, Regulus is 16 (:

CW: injections, needles, covid, fainting

“I can’t do this.”

“Of course you can,” James frowns, squeezing his boyfriend’s hand softly. “Go on, I believe in you. And when you come out, I’ll be waiting for you.”

Regulus swallows thickly and stares up at the blue building. “Come with me,” he feels tears gathering and he tries to blink them away. “Jamie, please, come with me, I can’t do this.”

A small tug forces Regulus to look at his boyfriend. “I don’t think I can, but I’m sure you can still text me, alright?”

Guess that’s as good as it’ll get it, Regulus takes a deep breath, nods, and steps out of the car.

“Come on, get it together,” he mumbles to himself as he steps up to the building, a looming sign in front of him reading:

COVID-19 VACCINES: APPOINTMENT ONLY. WEAR A MASK.

He inhales sharply and digs his mask from his pocket. Appointment? He doesn’t have one of those, does he?

“Hello sir,” a man in the open doorway smiles. “Do you have an appointment or are you a walk-in?”

“Uh... a walk-in?”

“How old are you?”

“Sixteen.”

“Brilliant. Go to the left and we’ll sign you in.”

Regulus nods and steps past the man, feeling like his legs are going to give way. He joins the small queue, tossing his phone between his hands, waiting for the screen to light up. And then it pings softly.

Jamie: I’m right outside. I love you. You’ve got this x

Before he can reply, the receptionist calls up, “next!” and Regulus looks up to see that it’s his turn to check in.

“Can I have your reference number?” her eyes brighten slightly as if she’s smiling behind her mask. Regulus’s breath hitches in his throat and he freezes. “Sir?”

“I don’t have one,” he forces out. “I’m a walk-in.”

The lady keeps smiling. “Awesome. Go down the hall and you’ll be redirected from there.”

Regulus moves on quickly, almost tripping over his own feet as he stumbles down the corridor. Another man takes his name and points for him to wait in the queue. “Five minutes,” he smiles before turning away.

Regulus opens his phone and clicks on James’s message. A small smile worms onto his face and a sense of relief fills him.

Regulus: I love you too. I wish you were here.

He takes a deep breath and tucks his phone into his pocket. The guy from before comes back, offers him some hand sanitizer and then points him down into another room. Regulus nods, thanks him, and moves along.

And then he’s there.

His steps falter before he collapses into one of the empty chairs. His eyes scan the room, wide and fearful, as he realises this is it. There’s people strolling around, volunteers laughing amongst themselves, wrappers being ripped open, and—

Regulus gags and turns his head. His leg starts to bounce, his fingers drumming on his knee and his breath going haywire. He blindly digs out his phone, unlocking it, and typing away.

Regulus: Jamie, help me. Please. I’m scared.

No reply.

Regulus: James I’m scared don’t leave me come and get me please

Regulus: JAMES HELP ME

“Is there a sixteen year old?”

Regulus pricks his ears, looking up to see the two volunteers frowning to themselves. One of them glances at Regulus but shakes his head and murmurs, “I’ll go see if there’s one waiting,” and then walks out of the room.

Regulus: They want a sixteen year old but they don’t know I’m one. Do I tell them? James?

Regulus: I think I have to tell them but I don’t know.

James: Sorry! My service went bad! I’m sure it’s going to be just fine, okay? Maybe ask for some water. And yes, you should probably tell them you’re sixteen.

Regulus takes a deep breath, turning off his phone just as a guy walks over and smiles softly. “Do you want to go to the station with the nurse in light blue?”

Not really, he thinks but nods and moves along. He awkwardly stands by the table as she cleans out the tub, turning with a smile on her face. “Oh! Hello! Do take a seat.”

Regulus drops into one of the black chairs and sets his phone on the table, his entire body shaking. “Shall we start with a name?”

“Regulus.”

“Hey Regulus, I’m Annie. Is this your second dose?”

“First.”

“Brilliant. Can I have your NHS number?”

He blinks a few times. “My what?”

“The number you get when you’re born that’s on all your hospital paperwork,” she smiles. “Have you got it with you? No? Not to worry, I’ll just get my colleague to find you on the system.”

Regulus nods as the nurse walks away to a different table. After a moment she waves Regulus over and he grabs his phone before anxiously following.

“This is Lynne, and she’s just going to go through some things with you so we can verify your identity and get you your vaccine.”

He nods and takes a seat. The nurse, Lynne, runs through his medical record, checking some facts and talking casually about his Sixth Form and life plans.

“Since you’re underage and here alone, I need an emergency contact. It can be a parent or guardian, or somebody reachable,” she smiles. Regulus’s mind ticks.

He can’t put his parents down, and Sirius is in Wales visiting Remus’s family. “Can you take my boyfriends number?” he asks and the nurse nods with a small smile. “Okay, cool.”

They go through a few more things, Regulus’s nausea growing by the moment. The nurse eyes him carefully. “Love, there’s nothing to be scared of."

Regulus laughs mutedly. “That’s what James said,” he murmurs softly. “I’m sorry, I’ll be fine.”

She laughs fondly. “Would you like him to come in with you?”

The black-haired lad feels himself brighten up slightly. “Can he?”

“Of course. Give him a ring and I’ll check there’s an available room for you, so that you can lie on a bed and have the vaccine, just to calm you slightly.”

Regulus smiles in thanks and pulls up his phone. “Jamie?”

“Reg? Done already?”

“No, but the nurse said you can come in if you need.”

“I can hear your voice shaking. Give me two minutes, alright? I’ll be right there with you.”

The nurse comes back, telling the staff at the desk to keep an eye out for a lad named James, before taking Regulus into one of the screened-off rooms. “Jacket off, pop yourself on the bed.”

He does as he’s told, closing his eyes and shaking nervously. Lynne begins to talk to him sweetly, and he rambles back subconciously. He catches himself mentioning James wanting to call their new cat Beef Baby instead of Amadeus, and she laughs lightly.

And then the needle goes in.

Regulus pulls himself up slightly, jaw dropping and a small scream escaping his lips. His arm feels on fire as the liquid runs into his veins, but then there’s a hand in his own, squeezing tightly.

Jamie.

“I’ve got you baby,” he murmurs into his boyfriend’s hair as the nurse pulls out the needle and sets it into a tub. “You did so well, you’re so brave, I’ve got you.”

“You came,” the younger lad whispers, the world fraying slightly. The nurse smiles at them, cleaning everything up and sticking some cotton wool over the scratch.

“Didn’t even bleed, love, you’re right as rain,” she pats his shoulder softly. “Do you want to try and stand up?”

James grabs his boyfriend’s jacket as Regulus slowly turns his legs off the bed and pulls himself to his feet. He stands there for a moment, before nodding. “I’m good,” he says, before the floor gets abnormally closer to his face and everything blacks out.

With a soft groan, Regulus tips his head and twitches his foot. “Am I alive?” he opens his eyes slowly to see James smiling down at him in relief. “Is this Heaven?”

The elder lad chuckles softly, stroking his boyfriend’s cheek. “You passed out,” he runs a hand through his touselled hair before looking up. “Will he be okay?”

“Perfectly,” someone agrees, and Regulus tips his head to see a few paramedics surrounding him, as well as a handful of nurses. He groans and drops his head back to the floor.

“Shit,” he mutters under his breath, and James laughs again.

“Did you have breakfast?” one of the paramedics asks, and Regulus nods. “What did you eat?”

“Toast with butter and jam and two cups of tea,” James answers easily. “Same as every morning.”

Regulus smiles weakly as he’s helped back onto his feet. James circles his arms around his waist carefully, and doesn’t pull away when they walk.

“Come on, let’s sit you down,” he pulls them over to the waiting area, and Regulus curls himself onto James’s lap, his resting on his shoulder. One of the male nurses brings over a cup of water and some biscuits.

“Strictly speaking, these aren’t for you, but in this case, we can make an exception.” He flashes the pair a grin as Regulus cautiously reaches into the box.

He pulls at his mask to down the water and nibble away at the shortbread. “Try it,” he urges James, who rolls his eyes but takes a bite anyways.

“I’m so proud of you,” the elder lad whispers in his ear when they’re allowed to leave fifteen minutes later. “You did so well today. I’m sorry it had to happen.”

Regulus hums softly. “Small price to protect the world.”

James laughs softly as they step outside to the car, opening the passenger door for his boyfriend. “You hero.”

[bts-fic-collection]

Do you have any good short (less than 10k) hopekook/junghope recommendations? I find myself in a drought...

I do! :)

The Magic of Puppy Love by hobiandyoongles

Rating: G

Status: Complete

Word count: 7,115

Summary: When Jeongguk gets asked to wash Hoseok's favourite shirt, he does not expect it to go so wrong Hoseok turns into a small puppy.

And Jeongguk doesn't know how to turn him back.

Planet Polar by Swampie

Rating: G

Status: Complete

Word count: 3,502

Summary: Hoseok was actively trying to win Jungkook over, however this was proving to be difficult, and so he needed to ensure he only agreed to activites that flattered him as much as possible (he didn't have a good track record of not making a fool of himself on their outings...).

So when Jungkook asked him to go ice-skating what would’ve been the logical thing to do?

Say no, because falling flat on your ass every three seconds and eating ice every two was not an attractive sight and the very definition of unflattering - Hoseok was struggling to win him over as it was.

What would be an illogical thing to do? Say yes.

What did Hoseok do?

‘Yes of course Jungkookie I’d love to go skating together!’

Hearts Full by starchase

Rating: M

Status: Complete

Word count: 5,084

Summary: Jungkook's not sure where he even got the idea from in the first place. Neither of them have ever been to Pride, but this year Jungkook had gotten the thought stuck into his head, and of course Hoseok had readily agreed to go with him.

Maybe it was part of Jungkook settling more into himself, and who he is, during their time together. Maybe it just sounded like fun, whenever he saw people talking about Pride and sharing experiences from previous events, and seeing plans for the current one going around on social media. Wherever the idea came from doesn’t really matter, he supposes, just that they’re going to go together and see what it’s like.