#pandora black friday

[satoshi-mochida]

Some games that are currently stuck on older consoles that I hope get rereleased in some way:

Part 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

Harvest December

Parascientific Escape Series

Stella Glow

Mimana Iyar Chronicle

Attack of the Friday Monsters

.hack//Link

7th Dragon series(7th Dragon, 7th Dragon 2020, 7th Dragon 2020-II and 7th Dragon III Code: VFD)

Black Rock Shooter The Game

Boku no Natsuyasumi series

Chameleon Twist series

LBX: Little Battlers eXperience

Monster Tale(there's supposed to be a remake in the works, but there hasn't been any news it for a while)

Digimon Adventure

Digimon World: Re:Digitize Decode

Generation of Chaos: Pandora's Reflection

Gitaroo Man/Gitaroo Man Lives

Metal Gear Rising: Revengence(putting this here since there no modern port of it past the PS3/Xbox 360 aside from Steam)

Growlanser Series

[ellorypurebloodculture]

For FSF, if inspiration strikes, Pandora Malfoy x Orion Black

The only good thing to come out of Heir Orion Black's first bonding was his children--the lights of his life. He vowed to himself that he would not seek another chance at love until his children were grown.

Now, all these years since his first lady-wife's passing, Orion is finally prepared to open his heart again, silently praying that, this time, it won't end in wounds beyond compare.

"Lady Pandora," Orion asks, well aware that one of his best friends is likely to kill him for this, "might I have the pleasure of your company for tea this week, if you've any availability?"

Lady Pandora Malfoy's flaxen hair is lustrous in the sunlight as she smiles at him and says, "I'd be delighted, my lord."

[lady-wallace]

Black Friday Sale!

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[crowned-peony]

Tell me of a sentimental item(s) you have

I wanna listen to the story about who gave it to you or how you got it

Is it with you every day? Is it somewhere safe?

[pessimisticgh0st]

Okay here me out Pt2-

(according to personalities)

Tori / Charlie = Regulus

Aled = Remus

Nick = James

Darcy = Sirius

Tara = Lily

Isaac = Peter

Elle = Pandora

February/Carys = Mary

Raine = Marlene

[alpha-canis-major]

The Slytherin Skittles sitting by the black lake

Barty: So Evan, about that date on Friday?

Evan: Shagging in the morning instead of the evening barely counts as a date Crouch.

Barty: Yes it does! Dorcas, shagging in the morning counts as a date right?

Dorcas: If it's just shagging and nothing else afterwards, it's only a date if you didn't share a bed the night before.

Evan: Thank you, at least someone agrees.

Barty: Fine, we won't share a bed the night before.

Evan: Oh you're such a pretentious arsehole, Reggie are you hearing this?

Regulus: Huh?

Pandora: I think Regulus is a bit preoccupied with James Potter and his current lack of a shirt.

Pandora:*passing him some water* Here, you look thirsty.

[andillneverbethesame]

Its nice to have a friend with james and ravenclaw!reader pls 🙏

love this! thank u for the request <3

it's nice to have a friend

❥ james potter x ravenclaw fem reader, remus lupin x sirius black

❥ summary; you and james swear you two are only friends. except you're not.

❥ warnings; none really.just not reread for gramatical mistakes

❥ a/n: this is very shorttt sorryy

my ts masterlist pt 1, pt 2

“alright, class," professor sinitra said at the end of the astronomy lesson. "that's the end for today. i'll see you all next week. and don't forget your essays about your birth planet!”

“finally,” you sighed in relief. “i am so exhausted.” you hated these friday astronomy lessons at midnight. but you were grateful you didn't need to be up early the next day.

“me too,” pandora yawned. she looked as if she was already half asleep. everyone seemed to be. except james potter, who was now making his way to you with an energetic smile on his face.

“hello, y/n," he grinned and you tried to ignore the way your heart skipped a beat.

“hello, jamie.”

“can i walk you to ravenclaw tower?” he asked you and you raised your eyebrow. “it's not safe for a pretty girl like you to walk around the castle at night.”

“i won't be alone,” you replied. “i got pando—” you turned around to your friend who was next to you just five seconds ago. however, she was nowhere to be seen then. “or no. . . well, then i guess you can walk me.”

on the way, you notice james walked unusually slow. he always walked so fast that you almost had to run to catch up with him but this evening, it seemed as if you were faster than him. as if he wanted to make this walk last as long as possible.

you smiled as you shook your head at the ridiculous thought. you and james were only friends. you've always been just that.

“do you wanna hang out tomorrow at hogsmeade?” james suddenly asked.

you glanced at him. “what about the boys?”

“well, sirius and remus are having a date and peter still feels sick. it would be just the two of us. we could go to honey dukes and get the strawberry chocolate you like so much. and then we could stop at madam puddifoot's and get some tea and cake,” he offered. it almost sounded like a date. you cursed yourself again for the thought.

“you hate madam puddifoot's,” you pointed out the flaw in his plan.

“but you like her jasmine tea,” james said. and i like you, he wanted to add. “come on, it's my treat.”

you rolled your eyes. “you don't need to pay me for hanging out with you, jamie. i'd love to spend time with you in hogsmeade. it'll be fun."

james waited at you in front of the ravenclaw tower at ten in the morning sharp, just like he promised.

despite the fact that it was not a date and just two friends hanging out, you spend quite some time getting ready, wanting it to be perfect.

pandora teased you from her spot on her bed as she watched you chosing between two outfits — dark blue sweatshirt with black skirt and black sweatshirt with white skirt (you chose the second option in the end). you could only roll your eyes and deny every single one of her accusations but you both knew very well what was the truth.

james was wearing his gryffindor sweatshirt and opted to pair it with black pants. his hair was a mess, as always, looking like he had just gotten out of the bed without even trying to style it. he complained about it often but you thought it suited him well.

“ready?" he asked with his hands in his pockets, a smile lighting up his face.

“ready.” you nodded.

“where do you wanna go first?” james questioned as you two entered the village. a lot of people were there every day, but especially today when almost five hundred of hogwarts students decided to spend the day there.

“i'd really love to get the tea at madam puddifoot's now,” you answered honestly. “i'm feeling rather cold and need to warm up,” you blew warm breath on your hands and rubbed them together, hoping for at least temporally feeling of warmth. but it was no use. you almost couldn't feel your fingers anymore.

“why didn't you take gloves with you?” james asked.

“i lost them,” you replied with a pout on your lips. james then took off his pair of black gloves from his hands and handed them to you. “i— but. . what about you?”

he waved it off. “don't worry. i'll be fine.”

“are you sure?”

he nodded and you could tell he really meant it.

you two ended up at three broomsticks for a late lunch. despite each of you eating a piece of cake, a chocolate bar and shared a packet of sour candies, you two found yourselves quite hungry after all the walking.

madam rosmerta greeted you as soon as you walked in (though she was mainly talking to james, who ordered two butterbeers and then winked at her) and you chose a table by the window.

“what would you like?” james asked. “it's on me.”

you gave him a look. “i am not completely broke, y'know? you paid enough for me today. let me pay for you once, too.”

“not happening,” was james's immediate response as he shook his head. “i am a gentleman.”

“i never said you weren't,” you laughed. “but you can't pay for me all the time. i'm not your girlfriend.”

that seemed to shut him up as he couldn't think of anything else to say. at that moment, rosmerta came to your table with butterbeers and asked what would you like to have for your meal.

“i'll have shephard's pie," you spoke.

“beef pasties for me. thank you, rosmerta,” james smiled.

“thank you for today, jamie,” you said once the woman walked away. “i really needed this. i've been so stressful with everything that's going on.”

the boy knew exactly what you were talking about. attacks on muggles and muggleborn wizards and witches have been more and more frequent this year. a lot of your friends were muggleborns, and so was your dad. you prayed every day, begging whoever was up there to not let anything happen to those you loved.

james nodded understandingly. he, too, was worried for the future of the wizarding world. and he knew that he will be joining the order of the phoenix as soon as he could, and he'd be fighting for the good side as hard as he could.

his hand reached across the table for yours, squeezing it lightly for some kind of comfort to give you. you smiled sadly at him and sweets his hand back.

“yeah, me too. i'm sure everything will be okay,” he tried to reassure you. but you both weren't so sure. you weren't going to ruin this moment, though.

“thank you. it's nice to have a friend like you,” you said and james nodded.

yeah, he thought. a friend.

from across the room, remus and sirius, although they were on their own date, were watching you two with an immense interest.

“remus, he touched her hand!” sirius whisper-yelled at his boyfriend and hit him lightly as if he was trying to catch his attention as if remus wasn't spying on you two either. “he touched her hand!”

“yes, sirius, i'm not blind!” remus replied.

“come on, kiss!” the dark-haired boy began to pray. “i'm tired of them tiptoeing around each other like that.”

remus raised an eyebrow as he looked at sirius. “you did the same with me.”

“shut up.”

a month later, it was valentine's day and you had no one to spend it with.

all of your friends were going on a date with their partners or potential partners, but you were in bed with book.in your hands and a cup of tea on your bedside table. no one was in your dorm, leaving you completely interrupted to get lost in the story.

that was until there was a knock on your door.

you groaned. the words on the pages seemed to be getting rather. . . interesting.

"who is it?"

"your favourite boy in the whole world." was the answer and you quickly sat up and fixed your appearance. you'd recognize that voice anywhere.

"come in!" the door opened, revealing james in a black suit and a big boquet of flowers in his hand. your mouth opened at his look. he looked really attractive, don't get me wrong, but you couldn't understand why was he dressed like that. "what's going on?"

"well, dear y/n, me and you are going on a date, that's what's going on."

"on a date?" you asked, furrowing your eyebrows. "as. . . friends?"

james shook his head. "no, not as friends. we're more than that." he didn't give you a time to say anything before he continued with, "get ready. i'll wait in the common room."

you blinked in confusion as you watched him close the door and then you squealed once you were sure he was far enough to not hear you.

[ellecdc]

All's Fair in Love & Chaos (II)

2nd instalment (I - II - III - IV)

a short blurb style mini-series in collaboration with @unstablereader no real plot, just vibes and comedy.

Synopsis: soulmate au, everyone's soulmate's initials become visible on their wrist when the last person in the bond 'comes of age' (I've left the age ambiguous because their may be mature insinuations later on in the story). As luck would have it, and much to everyone's horror; it appeared that you, Barty Crouch Junior, and Sirius Black were soulmates

poly!DeathStar x fem!reader

Though this soulmate thing had caused Sirius a bit of grief so far, he was feeling rather chuffed about it today. He was currently sitting with you in the library; you were currently doing research for your Herbology project, and he was pretending to work on his Transfiguration essay.

It was an odd sight, he was sure; Sirius Black found in the library working quietly without being involved in some sort of mischief. It was no secret he didn’t exactly take his school work seriously, but that was only because he didn’t have to; classes came easily to him and getting good grades didn’t require any extra work on his part.

But…

But, he had a pretty little thing sitting across from him, that was certifiably his, and she was spending time in the library, which meant he was, too. 

It was a precarious arrangement, but Sirius found he didn’t much mind when the unpleasantness wasn’t around. 

Unfortunately, the unpleasantness was insistent on following him around.

“Junior.” He growled lowly as a figure sidled up behind you and cast a shadow over your shared table.

“Black.” Barty sneered before turning a saccharine smile in your direction. “Hello, sweet darling angel.” He cooed, earning him a scoff from Sirius.

“Hello, Barty… what are you doing here?”

Barty laughed as if you’d made a particularly funny joke. “I’m here to spend time with my best girl, of course!” 

“Like hell you are!” Sirius barked, earning him indignant shushes from the other students around him.

“Barty… you agreed to this.” You tried placating.

“Agreed to share you with Black?” Barty squawked. “I’d sooner start wearing red and gold unironically.”

“Junior, this schedule was your idea. I get the library study time on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays. You get the library study time on Sundays, Mondays, and Wednesdays. It’s Tuesday; get lost.” Sirius lamented.

“But I don’t want to!” Barty pouted particularly petulantly, even stomping his foot for good measure. 

“Well, you can take it up with management.” Sirius taunted.

“You just sodding said yourself that this was my plan; I am the management!” Barty countered. 

Sirius mustered his most Noble and Ancient menacing glare from countless Black ancestors. The Slytherin boy had no problem reciprocating it, and it wasn’t until you intervened that the boys broke the silent war being waged between them.

“Barty, I…I think you should go see what Pandora is up to? And…maybe we can sit together at dinner?” You offered hopefully. Sirius was simultaneously grateful you were trying to rid them of the unpleasantness and also terribly jealous that Barty was going to share a meal with you.

“Yes! Okay, I’ll go get Pandora to help me organize a romantic meal for us tonight.” Barty beamed excitedly.

“Please. How romantic can a meal in the Great Hall be?” Sirius sneered, albeit slightly worried that Barty may in fact succeed.

“You mind your fuckin’ business, Black. Salazar’s balls you’re a pest.” 

“I’m the pest!?” Sirius exclaimed, but you were quick to place a conciliatory hand on Barty’s forearm.

“Please, Barty?”

Barty looked down at you with a pained expression that Sirius could understand all too well.

You were impossible to say no to.

Barty looked between you and Sirius a few times before groaning exasperatedly. 

“Fine.” He relented, pressing a smacking kiss to your cheek and stalking off.

Sirius let out a sigh of relief as you turned back towards the table with an embarrassed smile.

“Oh!” Sirius heard, causing him to let his head fall with a thump to the table before him. “I almost forgot.”

And Sirius lifted his head from the table to watch as Barty pulled at the collar of your uniform shirt to expose part of your neck and began sucking a bruise into your skin.

Sirius spit out a shocked guffaw as he watched Barty pull back, admire his work, press a chaste kiss to it and replace your collar to its proper place before leaving the library for good. 

“What…” Sirius started as he turned his attention from the door he’d been keeping an eye on to ensure that menace didn’t return to continue tormenting him back to you, just as you were embarrassedly rubbing at your neck. “...in the buggering fuck was that?”

“That’s just Barty.” You replied timidly. 

Sirius let out another scoff, eyes still glued to your neck. “Are you okay?”

You chuckled at that and offered Sirius a smile that was equal parts apologetic and equal parts teasing. “I’m pretty sure that’s his way of showing…affection? Or possibly marking his territory; he’s done it before when Diggory spent a, quote, ‘unreasonable amount of time complimenting my potion’.” 

Sirius relaxed a little at that. He supposed if you were comfortable with it, he wouldn’t push it. And though Sirius clearly had better impulse control than your other soulmate, he couldn’t deny how much he was tempted to do the same.

“Alright then.” Sirius relented, allowing you to return to your research.

“I hope you know you’ve just opened up the need to schedule meals now though.”

“For fuck’s sake.” You groaned, plopping your head down into your textbook.

[landojpg04]

I should not be writing this as I have finals and a huge project due by Sunday, but on my fyp all I've been listening and seeing is the new Hozier song that is supposed to come out next Friday. The one where he sings You're too sweet for me, and I cannot stop picturing Simon saying that throughout the discourse of your relationship.

When you both first meet, you notice that when this man drinks his coffee, it’s black. No sugar, sweetener, not even creamer. It's just a pure bitter liquid that he sips through a debrief in the morning. Meanwhile, you loved sweeteners, oat milk, almond milk, sweet cream foams, and anything that would rid the bitterness. 

“Your coffee is basically sugar.” You heard him grumble as you added more cream to your cup. You smiled and offered him the creamer in your hand.

“Won't kill you to try some; it’ll may make the bitterness go away.” You said.

“I like my coffee black.” He says before walking away.

The next night out, you were running late. You finally made it to the restaurant/bar. The team had already ordered some drinks, but behind you was Simon.

“Wanna order together.” You say, and he just nods, leading the way to the bar.

You catch the attention of the bartender.

“Can I get a cosmo.” You said; he nodded his head and looked at Simon for his.

“Whiskey. Neat.”

You looked at Simon with a puzzling look. He raised his eyebrows as you stared at him.

“Your drink of choice is warm whiskey?” You asked.

“It’s better than a juice with alcohol.”

You just laughed at his remark towards you.

“Simon, you just aren’t a fan of sweet things.” You said as the bartender handed you your drinks.

“Not in the aspects you think.” He says before leading you back to the table.

Johnny knew of the crush Simon never dared to let on towards you. He would always push the lieutenant to at least try and make a move or even hold a conversation longer than 5 minutes with you. 

It's not until they are both smoking a cigar and enjoying the quiet of the night when Johnny finally gets a glimpse of his true thoughts.

“Why is it that you won't allow yourself to pursue even past the debriefing room or weekly gatherings? She definitely wouldn’t say no to a night out with just you.”

Simon just blows the smoke he was savoring in his lungs.

“She’s too sweet for me.” That is all he lets on.

Johnny gave him a look, not understanding his thoughts.

“She’s too sweet for me. She can’t be with someone like me. It would be like mixing honey and ash. It wouldn’t work.”

You heard Simon complaining about shoulder pain the other day. You had picked up some lidocaine cream and patches because that is what worked for you. 

“Hey Simon,” You tried to get his attention before he got in his truck.

He stopped and turned to see you catching up to you. You had a small bag in your hand. He relaxed on the side of his door as he waited for you.

“Here you go.” You said, handing him the bag.

“What is it?” He said, looking at it before peeking in.

“I heard you complaining about shoulder pain, and I have the same problem, so I thought I would share the love by getting you some of the remedies I use for you.” 

“You're too sweet for me.” He whispered to himself, almost as a reminder.

“What?” You said, not picking up on what he had just said.

“Thank you, this is really nice of you.” He said. You nodded and gave him a smile before walking over to your car. 

It’s three in the afternoon, and you're in his bed. It's a rainy day, and right now, you both are tucked in under his covers, taking in each other's body heat. You looked up to meet his eyes. He peers down to meet your gaze. Simon could have never thought, after years of this back and forth, that you would still agree to be here with him. You trace the scar that lines his lip. You knew he was afraid to bear himself all to you. To open Pandora's box and let you see him like this. No mask, no guard, just him. He was expecting you to run away from the bitterness he knows surrounds him. But you stayed. And continue to do so.

“You're too sweet for me.” He says before grabbing a hold of your chin and moving you towards his lips. 

ANGST PORTION (don't hate me, but this is also in my head)

He’s standing before you. Hood on, hands in the pocket. He gazes down as he mutters the words,

“You're too sweet for me.”

He’s attempting to break things between you. And his reasoning echoes in your head: You're too sweet for me. At the end of the day, you care for the man you love, have been there for him through the darkness, and have shown him the way it feels to be loved. And he's stepping back because of the words–You're too sweet for me. 

[jewelleryshop-au]

Happy Valentine's Day!

[ghostbsuter]

Magicians way

A Zatara meets a Drake before the Young Justice-fication of Danny!

1/4 previous interactions

.・゜-: ✧ :-

The portal closes, and waddling in comes a teen in his PJ's, a space themed blanket thrown around his shoulders and hair dishevelled.

In all honesty, he looks like he'd just worked up and dragged himself here.

Probably what happened.

"Oh, so you get to call me at 4 am on a Friday night and when I do it it's suddenly a crime?" The teen scowls, glaring daggers at Constantine, who'd had told the big Bat he was going to call in reinforcement.

He didn't expect a child.

"Get over her shrimp," the man waves the teen over, throwing an arm around the blanked clad shoulders.

"Batsy, meet Danny. He's my kid."

Ah.

"Nice to meet ya," the kid yawns, literally dozing off on John's side. "'m gonna sleep."

At least the man seems somewhat regretting for pulling the kids from his impromptu nap?

"Sorry, kiddo, need some help here. Did Zee go hard on you during the day?"

Danny whines, but answers despite the disturbance. "Mom had to leave for a show, I didn't go along, ended up on an adventure that took a bit too much out of me."

John snorts, ruffling unruly black hair.

"One of the bat's birds will join us shortly. I needed a second opinion, minx helping?"

Interested, Danny peered up at his dad, raising a brow in question.

"There is a powerful entity currently free, I'm having difficulties identifying it." He explains. "Did anyone mess with Pandoras box? This feels like something not supposed to be on our side of existence."

Brows knitting together, he thinks. "No, I was the last and most recent one to have accidentally messed with her box." He admits. "But every monster has been contained. There shouldn't be one free, we would have noticed."

John hums, picking through his well used brown leather bag, grabbing a sack of ash.

"It doesn't feel like a demon, lest a fallen angel. It's unique in its own kind that I had to get you for help, it shares the same feeling as the curses inside of pandoras box."

Catching on, Danny stares. "You think one of her curses got away and formed a humanoid form, not much different from city spirits."

Nodding, golden glow follows the words the laughing magician speaks, answering his question with the usage of ash.

Danny looks away, knowing the spell already and meets the whites of a domino mask.

That's not batman.

Squinting, he recognises the vigilante.

That's Red Robin!

"Red Robin, right?" He asks, just to make sure.

Red Robin nods.

"Nice to meet you, heard some stuff, pretty cool in my opinion."

"What exactly did you hear."

"Stuff here and there." Is the vague answer, the bird only continued to watch him, slightly unnervingly.

"Well—"

"Kid! Got an answer!"

"Let's talk again, okay?"

He couldn't answer before danny left to go to constantine.

That was... weird.

"B, what just happened?"

Batman only shakes his head. Huh.

[ellorypurebloodculture]

FSF: something to do with theatre in the PC Verse, opening night is tonight for me

Break a leg!

******

Master Sirius Black knows he should be watching the play; after all, the tickets for opening night of A Suitor for Lady Thistlewit sold out to the general public in less than five minutes--if his family didn't have a box, he wouldn't have been able to attend.

Yet, instead of watching the play itself, he's shamelessly watching his fiancée's reactions to it. Lady Pandora Malfoy's gray eyes sparkle with delight, her cheeks flushed, as she leans forward in her seat, occasionally squeezing his hand.

"Oh," Pandora sighs happily, her eyelashes fluttering, "it's lovely."

Yes, Sirius thinks, swallowing roughly, you are.

[lady-wallace]

Come check out my Black Friday / Cyber Week Sale through the end of the month!

SHOP NOW!

[incorrect-maraudersaandco-quotes]

Dorcas: When I hear about the shoppers who die on black friday, I worry because Marlene is out there Pandora: Awww, how sweet Dorcas: No, I worry because she would probably kill someone for a bag of cheetos

[ch0k3herwithaseaview]

@jegulus-microfic | march 17 body | words: 687

hiii i’m hangover and on a train again so there’s probably like a million mistakes but i kinda like it so enjoy:3

tw: mentions of sex (if there’s anything else feel free to point it out)

Regulus’ bus was late, which meant he would also be late. At least the professor in his drawing class was understanding in such cases.

When he finally got to the university, Regulus sprinted up the stairs to the second floor, where the class took place, his giant drawing folder banging against his legs, almost knocking him over. He burst into the classroom, breathing heavily and babbling apologies.

As the professor said, ‘No problem, Mr. Black’ sincerely, Regulus went to his easel, laid out all his equipment, and looked up to see today’s model.

Oh shit.

Oh fuck.

Before him stood the personification of the sun, or maybe some kind of god, watching over the huge star. The guy had the prettiest honey-coloured skin, golden glasses, that made his Bambi eyes bigger, sat on a perfectly straight nose and below it were lips. Oh, those lips. They looked so soft, so kissable, Regulus felt the need to test that theory.

His body must have been created by Michelangelo with his beautifully sculpted abs, chest, thighs (oh, those thighs), and most importantly, the V line leading to the large cock that Regulus suddenly needed to feel inside him.

The thought made his cheeks and neck feel a little hotter, but not as hot as when the guy turned his head slightly, looking straight into Regulus's eyes. The corners of his mouth turned up in a soft smile, and Regulus swears to god that the man winked at him.

“No moving,” came the professor’s voice, bursting the little bubble between Regulus and the model. He turned his head back to its previous place, mumbling apologies. His smile stayed on the pretty face for the rest of the class.

***

“Alright, that’s it for today; see you on Friday,” the professor said, dismissing his students. Regulus’ drawing wasn’t finished due to his tardiness and the distraction in the middle of the room.

He packed all his things, putting them in the folder. Regulus could see Pandora waiting for him next to the door, smiling that knowing smile of hers. He frowned in question and got a nod towards the exit in response.

As they walked out, Regulus understood the silent conversation they just had. Right there, propped on the opposite wall, stood the model, now dressed. Even in his low-waisted baggy trousers and tight cropped t-shirt, he looked like a god. When he spotted Regulus, his lips turned into a wide grin. Oh, for fuck’s sake, even his smiles were perfect.

The guy approached him after Pandora whispered to him that she would be waiting for him in the smoking room, leaving with a wink. He stopped three steps from Regulus, still smiling and extending his hand.

“Hi, I’m James." Reg shook his hand, saying a quiet ’Regulus’ in answer. “Oh, like the star, right?” Regulus died at that. This man wasn’t real; he couldn’t be real.

He just nodded with a slack jaw, and James chuckled (skskskskwhatthefuckthatwassocute). Regulus couldn't say a word, so they stood in the corridor staring at each other until the other guy cleared his throat and pointed at the folder on Reg’s shoulder. “Can I see your drawing?”

“Um-“ he looked down and thought about it for a second. “Well, it’s not finished, so...”

“Do you want to finish it? I live, like, two blocks from here,” James said. In the next second, he must’ve realised what he said, because he started a little panicked. “Wait, that came out wrong. I’m sorry. I meant that-“

“I would love to, actually,” Reg cut in. “If you don’t mind, of course.” James’ face lit up. He took Regulus’ folder and led him down the stairs.

On their way to the flat, they made small talk, telling each other about themselves.

As they got into the apartment, James started undressing immediately, while Regulus was setting up everything he needed.

During the whole process, they continued talking, laughing at the absurdity of the situation.

When Regulus was done and James approved the drawing, the other man stayed naked. Not long later, Regulus was undressed, too, and well, his need was fulfilled.

[magicwhiskers29]

Trying something? For Flora Friday? Happy Flora Friday! (ID under the cut)

[Video ID: a gif of Flora Reinhold from Professor Layton and her various designs. She is always drawn in a white outline on a black background, looking forward and frowning. When her hair is visible, her ponytail juts out to the left, and the swirl of her hair on her forehead is stretched out in the same direction. The drawing jumps around on each design. In order,the designs are: her disguise in Curious Village, then her white dress in Curious Village, then her disguise from Pandora’s Box, and then her regular design from Pandora’s Box and Lost Future. Before each design moves to the next, Flora blinks. Her Apple birthmark is visible on each drawing, and gets larger with each successive design.]