#reggie services

[reggieservices]

Vic and Patrick w/ a trad goth s/o? (Hcs)

I’ve been brain rotting this for a few days now 😪☝️)

I love this its CUTE

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∆ Patrick would ask you to do your make up on his face and make Vic take pictures of you two

∆ Loves the pointed edges of your eye make up and the contrast of colours

∆ Vic would ask to put your make up on your face to test his abilities

∆ Your goth trio make up parties would be happening at least once a week these boys love it so much

∆ I think Vic already listens to Gothic music, so you two could bond over shared music taste

∆ You guys would spend hours showing your music to Patrick

∆ Cuz lets be honest

∆ He probably only listens to TV static

∆ They most definitely buy you jewelry and clothes to match your aesthetic

∆ You dont even have to ask for them to take photos of you

∆ These boys are your personal paparazzi

∆ Constantly showing you off to everyone they see

∆ "Hey, look at how lucky we are, this is our s/o"

∆ Seriously, everyone in town has heard of you through them

∆ Will give you a new nickname every day (out of love of course)

∆ Patricks favourite is "Batty" and he'll throw a plastic bat he stole from Halloween city at you

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also do y'all goffs consider Type O Negative goth music? cuz they go hard asf okay bye have a good day mwah

[soshadysoquiet]

Grace Thoughts

Grace's transformation in tua is fantastic, and I'd like to talk about it, so I will.

S1. She's obviously created to be a specific image, but comes across as a well-loved doll, if a stereotypical doll nonetheless. She's clothed and pressed neatly and finely, respected and loved by the children she cares for, viewed as a member of the "management triangle" by Pogo and Reggie. She's kept limited (Lord knows Reggie loves to suppress) and not given free will that she's clearly capable of, but there's the sense that she's cared for and respected in her own problematic way, probably as much as Reggie is capable of (again, weird seeing S2, but we'll get there)

S2. Reggie clearly Does respect and value this Grace, they talk about sharing lives and he looks genuinely emotional. But in the original timeline he... remakes her as not a scientist, but a mother? Along with changing her accent which is a hilariously pretentious choice. Question is; did Reggie value her Scientific mind, or value her Nurturing one? She was able to form a strong bond with Pogo, teach him to do incredible things. Perhaps Reggie is so scientifically advanced that her scientific intelligence wasn't what impressed him, but her ability to nurture and teach was, a skill set Reggie decidedly does not possess.

OG Timeline: Did he construct Grace into Mother of the Year Every Year Ad Infinitum (in his mind, I actually don't think she's a perfect mom, but thank christ the kids had her.) because of respect for her natural nurturing ways as he saw her? It's still wrong that he created her at all in plenty of senses and removed bits of her personality to suit, but that is very Regginald of him. Also, what happened to OG Grace? We may never know...

Now, in the timeline spawned by the 60s: Grace grows to question Reggie, she never might have without Diego tipping her off, and also giving her some likely not-common-for-the-time-period respect. Her and Reggie face a fallout point, and we all know Reggie doesn't like to be questioned, disobeyed or not have things go his way and resorts to drastic measures.

So that leads us to, S3: For Starts: this Grace seems to have a very different physical appearance; compared to S1 and S2 her hair is less lustrous and more plainly kept, her clothes are less flattering and more basic. She seems less like an upheld stereotypical ideal and more like the slave that she truly is, negating any respect for her 'nurturing' or 'scientific' mind. Even the children have no love or respect for her. She's sidelined and the kids are actively cruel to her often.

So Reggie was so pissed off about Real Grace getting a reality check about him in S2 that he did her an even greater disservice when recreating her as a robot. Did he create her out of cruelty rather than misguided affection this time around, and spare her little other resources? Either way he was still obsessed enough with her to create her, even when we know there were other nannies (did these ones get offed by the Sparrow kids like the Brelly ones did? R.I.P the nannies). Either way, Grace was always going to be made.

Grace's transformation really shows us in yet another way just how sick, twisted and cruel Reginald's mind is. If they try to make him 'nice' and 'redeemable because it was all for love' in S4 I will flip a table.

[nancywheelxr]

so how many times do u think ben had to run into one of the umbrellas before he said fuck it i'm moving to seoul

[fangirlfreak08]

Sunset curve are basically the vamps. Did I come to this conclusion by rewatching jatp and realising I love Reggie as much as I love Connor? Maybe. Is that relevant? Nope.

[jhsharman]

President, um ?

All right. It is 1975 and the President is going to walk off the tarmac of Air Force One and meet the Little Archie gang. And which president is that?

Okay. I know the 2000 reprise looks enough like Bill Clinton -- I guess? - - But what's up with this Gerald Ford? Is this off of his modelling days?

Clinton as a bobblehead. Or one of those relay mascots in baseball games.

Well. We know the story can't follow with the last president.

Though, if Bill Clinton is politicking for votes to the Democratic ticket he may be barking up the wrong tree.

The story does have a reprint credit for 1982. I am guessing they stuck with the old model that looks not at all like Ford and even less like Reagan. But, Reagan did make a stopover a few years' later.

[innytoes]

Last one I swear, 29 for Rulie please! Love youuuuu

Also for @daintyduck99 who also asked for this prompt for Writer's Choice.

Julie huffed a strand of blue hair out of her eyes. Half an hour into the party and she'd already lost Flynn to the DJ booth. On the one hand, she didn't blame her, Nick's cousin Kyle was an atrocious DJ. On the other hand, this meant she was hanging out alone. At her kind-of-ex' party. Like a loser. All that was missing was Carrie to make a mean comment about it.

She really hoped Carrie had better plans this Halloween than hang out at her actually-ex' house party.

She made her way to the kitchen, hoping that maybe hiding there would keep her off anyone's radar. Why didn't Nick have like, a cat or a dog to hang out with? That would at least give her an excuse to be anti social.

There was already someone in the kitchen, humming under his breath as he sorted through the dozens of flavours of soda. Nick had really outdone himself. She'd never even heard of half of these.

Humming a very familiar song.

"She's a peach, she's a doll, she's a pal of miiiine."

She blinked, wondering if the guy had seen her coming. Then he made a little triumphant sound, like he found a flavour he liked, and turned around. "Ack!" he said.

"Wybie?" Julie asked, dumbfounded.

"Coraline!" the guy said, excited. "Oh man, what are the odds?"

Oh no. There was another Coraline at this party? Julie bet it was Carrie. She bet that somehow, Carrie had found out about Julie's homemade Halloween costume and had gotten a better one, and shown up with some kind of cute guy to rub it in her face that Julie was still single while she had moved on from Nick.

"That's so funny," Wybie was saying. "I came here straight from trick-or-treating with my little sister, and I was worried nobody would get my costume. She loves the movie, you know?" He leaned over conspiratorially. "Personally, I couldn't sleep the first three times she made me watch it."

Julie laughed. "Yeah, it's pretty scary. My aunt checked four times if the rating was right, because she couldn't understand my dad would let me and my little brother watch something like that."

"I'm Reggie, by the way," Wybie said, holding out his hand.

"Julie."

They spent a long time in the kitchen, chatting. Then, Reggie perked up. "Oh my god I love this song. Do you want to dance?"

She did. So they danced. And talked. And danced some more. They kept getting compliments on their couple's costume. Julie almost said something about it, but Reggie just preened and said thank you.

At some point, Carrie showed up in something sparkly and fabulous and pink. When she saw Julie, in her blue wig, button eye make-up, and raincoat, she smirked. But right as she was making her way over, Reggie turned back up from getting them both a soda. He leaned in close to tell her over the music what flavours he'd brought, and Julie could see Carrie's face go from smug to thunderous.

Part of her felt bad. It wasn't like she was actually dating this cute guy. But with the way Reggie kept looking at her, she figured, maybe if she was lucky (and brave enough), by the end of the night, she might be.

[scover-va]

Every time I draw Irving, his tits get bigger

[devotedlystrangewizard]

sometimes you just gotta play a game for 750 hours only to then realize the reason a plotline seemed to be cut off weirdly (a plotline you ended around the 100hour mark) was because it was continued in a side questline that you began, only to not continue because you thought it was just to unlock the extreme versions of instances in the main story questline, and not to unlock more instances and the conclusion of that plotline

[wuhwoahhh]

Also reggie power reveal WHEN like he needs something maybe he can understand any language or he can turn into a car idk im just spitballing here he doesn’t have a lot of defining traits ok 

[layla-carstairs]

I've been reading tua fics this is hell

[reggieservices]

Hello could you make one where it's the readers birthday 🥺 ( poly with bowers gang)

Aww of course I can!! I'm assuming its your birthday so Happy Birthday Anon!!🎂🎂

Poly!Bowers Gang x Reader

∆ It starts in the morning

∆ A bit too early for your liking, when Henry absolutely CRUSHES you with his weight

∆ "HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY" He's yelling, smothering you with kisses

∆ "HENRY" you gotta scream and smack him to get off you, saying "its too early for this"

∆ But its you're birthday he says :(((

∆ The rest of the boys come in, even more enthusiastic than Henry

∆ Vic is holding a homebaked cake with your fav colours, with fancy(if not messy) writing that reads "Happy Birthday to our Favourite"

∆ Patrick went a little crazy with the candles, so you got like 100 all over the cake

∆ Reggie takes you in the Trans Am, you get the front seat all to yourself, since Henry gave up his seat for your special day

∆ "only for today" he'll mutter under his breath

∆ Takes you wherever your heart desires, whether thats the Quarry, the mall, or a small diner for milkshakes

∆ Patrick believes in the 'punching you however many times you turn old' tradition, so beware

∆ Towards the end of the day they give you a big ass card

∆ Like, really big😭😭 2 x 3 ft of construction paper, ribbons, glitter, pom poms, everything you'd find in a preschool class room they stuck on there.

∆ Reggie boasts how it was his idea to give you a big card from all 4 of them, instead of smaller separate cards

∆ You end up taping it to your wall

∆ Patrick and Henry tried making a mice dinner, unfortunately without the surveillance of Vic, so you guys get a blaring smoke alarm and a pot of burnt spaghetti (serious, how did they mess up so bad to burn spaghetti, no one knows how they did it💀💀)

∆ You decide to buy them all pizza for their efforts today, it made you feel so loved

∆ At the end of the day, you get massive hugs and kisses from all of them, with Patrick trying to sneakily smack you

∆ It didnt work, Henry hit him on the head

∆ if they spend the night, you guys jam out to music and whatever movie you want to watch, even if its something they hate, they're willing to make the sacrifice for you

∆ All of them try making it the most memorable, best day you could ask for, no matter how hard it may be

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AAAA I HOPE YOU LIKED???? IDK HAVE A GREAT DAY EVRYONE<3 AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANON

[weepingwidar]

Reggie Burrows Hodges (American, 1965) - In the Service of Others (2019)

[waxingrunes]

your Sirius already had me in a chokehold and now your Regulus might be the death of me what do you put in them to make them so 🥵🥰

Also I know Tiny is a self contained lil dude (I love him I miss him) but imagine a tiny Reggie omg

anyways I love your art, keep doing what you do, thank you for your service 💕

I put James and Remus in them, gives them that glow.

Thank you so much, I would love to do a Tiny Reggie but I’ve seen a couple of mini Reggies running around already and would feel like I’m hopping on their ideas. Maybe they’ll cross paths at the supermarket one day in their respective pockets.

[static-radio-ao3]

@jegulus-microfic // september 23 // prompt: wash // words: 719 // part 2 + part 3 + part 4

Regulus would like the record to show that he is not here voluntarily. He is here against his will and reluctantly. Really, he should have know better. When Sirius texted him come to the frat car wash pls no one is here, he heaved a sigh and decided to be a good brother, which is why he currently finds himself in line for the dumb charity car wash Sirius’ frat house is organizing. Evidently, people had started showing up because Regulus has been waiting for fifteen whole minutes and Sirius is nowhere to be seen. It’s not like he has class soon or anything, no biggie.

Regulus reaches over to fiddle with the aux cable, skipping songs until he finds the Katy Perry song that has been stuck in his head all morning.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t little Reggie Black.” The voice is muted through the car window but Regulus hears it clear as day. Unfortunately he would recognize that voice in his sleep. He mutters a quick prayer before rolling down the window.

James Potter leans down to rest his lower arm on the frame of the car, ducking his head to make eye-contact with Regulus.

Regulus fights to maintain that eye-contact; unwilling to be the first one to look away but also not trusting his eyes not to stray to places they shouldn’t. Because obviously James isn’t wearing a t-shirt. No, that would make life far too easy for Regulus.

Instead, James is wearing a dumb fucking snap back, his dumb fucking glasses, a dumb fucking chain around his neck and dumb fucking board shorts.

Regulus feels his eyes water with the effort not to look away.

“It’s just Regulus,” he tells James.

“Sure, sure. Say, Reggie, what are you doing on this side of campus?” James glances up at their surroundings, Greek Row. Regulus doesn’t really come here, eager to avoid, well, people like James.

“Sirius asked me to come.”

“If you say so. The car wash is donation based but we do encourage you give a minimum of five dollars. It’s for charity, you see.”

“Yes, thank you, Potter.” Regulus rolls his eyes. “Funnily enough, I am familiar with the concept of a charity car wash.”

James mutters “feisty” under his breath, but doesn’t say anything else, simple rapping his knuckles against the roof of the car twice before walking over to the supplies they have. Regulus rolls up his window and takes a fortifying breath. He was mentally prepared for the car wash, sure, but he wasn’t quite ready to spend twenty minutes in his car while James is walking around shirtless, leaning over the hood of the car to wash the windshield.

In those twenty minutes Regulus finds out he quite likes the color of the lining of his car seats. The rear view mirror needs to be wiped down, as well. And maybe Regulus should look into decorating the car ceiling. Just to give the vehicle some more personality, you know?

It feels like ages before James taps on the window again, Regulus rolls it down once more being faced with James’ bare chest. Why does he look like that? That’s just unfair.

“My eyes are up here, sweetheart,” James says with a laugh in his voice. Regulus’ eyes snap up, heat flooding his cheeks. “Detailing’s all done. Satisfied with my service today?”

Regulus hums in confirmation, fumbling for the money he had set aside. He hands James the ten dollar bill (it’s for charity, okay?) and shakes his head when James hands him something back. “No, it’s fine, keep the ten.”

“No, take this, in case you feel like the body needs more work,” James tells him with a wink. Regulus feels the red in his cheeks spreads to the rest of his face, his ears burning. Regulus looks down at the little slip of paper with nine digits scribbled in a neat line. He grabs it gingerly, but before he can say anything, James turns and heads to the next car.

It isn’t until someone honks that Regulus manages to pull out of the driveway.

Later, he texts Sirius fuck you. Crumples up the little slip of paper James handed him. Smooths it out again. Puts the number in his phone. Texts James you missed a spot.

[dwcmarshalarts]

Ewan Everett Figes has a family! His mother Helen is a professor of pre-exodus (from the Earth) literature at Parsinee University, Wipani planet. Older brother Wilson Frederick, i.e. "Fred" Figes is a journalist, who's worked his way up to co-editor of the Wipani Star, focusing mainly on foreign policy issues.

FRED FIGES Ewan's older brother (by 8 years) Wilson Frederick had been put-off from an early age from any kind of military service, to Everett's disappointment. Fred had a distaste for what he saw as a kind of "mind-numbing" obedience/deference to authority, and often got into rows with his father in the early days about the role of armed forces in various complicated engagements. He channeled this attitude into a career as a journalist, something that given his mother's background in academics was something the family "could accept." However, his chosen-topics still represented a long-running anti-interventionist streak that made for contentious family dinners, especially with his father and brother Ewan. He, his wife and daughter live in New Liege, Wipani.

HELEN FIGES Born Helen Carmodie, "Mrs. Figes" has had quite a storied life of her own. For being a professor in pre-exodus (from Earth) literature, Helen's demeanor is far from what you would expect from a book-cloistered academic. Her respectfully snarky attitude and occasionally foul-mouth ended up getting her a reputation as the "fun" professor at Parsinee, but she is the furthest thing from a stranger to whipping a class into order if need be.

She met Everett Figes while she was working part-time at a deli near the Bagstram Military Academy on Wipani. Her irreverent sense of humor and Everett's understated mischief combined made them inseparable despite their contrasting views, and the two would marry shortly after university. She would temporarily put her rapidly advancing university career on hold to raise their first son Fred, but eventually hit the ground running after a couple months leave. She would butt heads with Everett on what direction to raise Fred, but would ultimately win out softening his approach. By the time she had Ewan, she'd already been fairly settled in her career, and Everett and her had at this point reached a more reasonable understanding of balancing their parenting. Despite her many successes though, she would say her biggest mistake was never being able to wean Everett off of smoking, which largely led to his diagnosis with esophageal cancer in 2341, to which he would succumb in 2346, devastating the family, and especially their newly commissioned officer son Ewan. She would continue to persevere however as the new family matriarch, and would later become head of her department at Parsinee.

She lives on-campus at Parsinee University, Parsinee town on Wipani.

EVERETT FIGES Born on the planet Reggi, Everett Figes was the second generation career military man in his family after his father Frederick T. Figes. He'd spend the early days of his life in the typical athletic throng before attending Bagstram, the sector's lead military academy, and having to live off-world at Wipani.

As a parent, Everett's disposition could have been described as firm but not uncaring. Having always had issues showing vulnerabilities even to loved ones, Everett was unintentionally emotionally distant during most of his parenthood, only having a turn-around in raising Ewan (a fact that still bothers Fred after Everett's passing).

As far as his military career went, Everett spent a number of years directing different non-frontline Ground Forces engineering facilities before being transferred to active command of infantry. He never partook in any pivotal combat operations, or galactically significant theaters of war- something that he tried to change, but nonetheless couldn't by the time he received his diagnosis.

It was around that time then that he'd try to make amends with Fred, while Ewan would visit him every weekend from Bagstram. Fred was initially very resistant to this, but seeing him getting worse each time he visited, realized the seriousness of the situation

Everett is buried at the Field of Heroes on the grounds of the Bagstram Military Academy on Wipani.

Original art and story by DWC Marshal Arts

[sunstar-13]

JEGULUS PT3!!!!

Regulus: *phone rings* hello?

James: ah Reggie!?

Regulus: erm James, firstly, it's half seven in the morning and secondly how on earth do you have my number!?

James: oh, I er well...I might have possibly maybe definitely stole it last time I was round!

Regulus: you did WHAT!?

James: I stole it *grinning*

Regulus: mhm *a slight chuckle escaping his lips* wow, real clever James! *rolling his eyes* maybe one day you'll figure out how to ask instead of stealing, because I frankly do not appreciate you stealing james, no mater how much it turns me on!

James: well I'm glad I could be of some service over the phone, but I'm much more useful in person

Regulus: *sighs* James, what are you doing later

James: I thought you'd never ask!

Regulus: meet me at the cafe in 10

James: I can't fuck you in a cafe reg *pouting*

Regulus: cafe or don't bother calling me again

James: see you in 10...

that was pt3 because why not! was shorter than usual but I have been busy lately. click for here for pt1 and pt2. I might change the way I structure or format these in future just to make it easier to add bits and pieces, hope you enjoyed :) (might do a pt4)

update: pt4