circuit board blanket by strike gently co

captioned and edited by the wonderful marisharaygun on twitter (also on youtube)

chimckens 🐓🌽

dummy (affectionate)

good god

ok listen it is the middle of the night but i'm getting fucking emotional over the way erik flirts??? because it's just so cute?? he's just so cheeky PLEASE I'M GOING TO CRY?? I MEAN HE WILL JUST SAY OR DO SOMETHING TO TEASE CHARLES AND THEN TRY TO ACT ALL INNOCENT I'M GOING TO THROW UP!! and i don't even know why this is affecting me so much BUT LISTEN CHARLES. JUST. FUCKING TRIES TO ACT LIKE DISAPPOINTED OR WHATEVER BUT HE JUST FAILS?? PLEASEEE WHAT IS THIS "what? you know you were thinking the same thing" PLEASE I REALLY WANTED TO SEE MORE OF THAT SIDE OF ERIK. IT MAKES ME SO EMOTIONAL THE LITTLE SMIRK HE DOES EVERY TIME PLEASE HE DESERVES THE WORLD ACTUALLY!! "what an adorable lab rat you make charles" AGAIN THE FUCKING SMIRK AAAAH!! AND THEIR DYNAMIC IS HONESTLY SO CUTE BECAUSE CHARLES TRIES SO HARD TO ACT ANNOYED BUT HE FUCKING FAILS SPECTACULARLY AND ERIK FUCKING KNOWS THAT CHARLES ISN'T DISAPPOINTED BUT STILL KEEPS UP THE THINLY VEILED INNOCENT ACT?? BECAUSE AGAIN IT'S NOT EVEN BELIEVABLE INNOCENCE OR ANYTHING HE KNOWS WHAT HE'S DOING AND HE IS CONFIDENT ENOUGH TO DO IT!!! I KNOW I'M NOT MAKING A LOT OF SENSE BUT IT'S JUST SO CUTE TO ME HELP?? "no helmet, i couldn't disobey you even if i wanted to" WHAT IS WRONG WITH HIM I LOVE HIM SO MUCH "i'll go easy on you, might finally be a fair fight" STOP BECAUSE THEY ARE AT ODDS AT THESE POINTS BUT IF THEY WEREN'T I KNOW FOR A FACT THAT CHARLES WOULD HAVE LOOKED AT ERIK WITH IDK THAT FOND AND SLIGHTLY EXASPERATED LOOK AND ERIK WOULD HAVE (not so) INNOCENTLY SAID "what" AGAIN WITH THAT SMIRK BECAUSE? THAT IS HIS WAY OF FLIRTING?? I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH THIS INFORMATION BUT I JUST HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS ABOUT HIM AND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

a frequent visitor

the audience ought to know that fornax is roughly 9ft tall in our pirate au (only sometimes. specifically in fights and Other Scenarios. ahem)

they're almost just as tall as ryss even while kneeling down next to her. huge. massive

and importantly, get a load of those yuri paws (they're retractable, dw about it)

Thoughts on nedbert 🥲

+ this will never not be funny:

and what if I filled a .json file with every apparel and gene item on the site so I could make a Project Price Calculator in python. what then

TRANSFORMERS: GENERATION 1 (1984-1987) 4.01 | The Rebirth, Part 1

Last Line Tag Game

Thanks for tagging me @teejaystumbles ! A really nice surprise!! :D I am indeed contemplating writing two Dead Boy Detectives fic right now, but they're both in the very early 'being-outlined-in-my-head' stage, haha. They both revolve around post-s1 Edwin pining for Charles, one where Edwin takes matters into his own hands and one where he decides to have a chat with the Cat King about it. Not sure if they'll ever be written but they're intriguing!

But for the sake of the tag game, here's a lengthy bit from a Dreamling wip I've slowly been chipping away at for a few months!

A scene from Every Little Thing (Working Title)— In which Morpheus is a figure drawing professor who has just been fired from a film production based on his comics, and Hob does part-time figure modeling and is determined befriend the aforementioned professor.

Morpheus picks his class schedules wisely— he runs two first year general figure drawing classes, at 8 a.m. and at noon on Mondays and Thursdays. He helps the uni’s live figure workshop club on Wednesdays and Fridays at 6 p.m., and meets his sister for lunch on Wednesdays. All other free time was dedicated for his industry work. That wouldn’t be a concern anymore, would it. By the time Morpheus unlocks the door to the studio, sets his bag down by his desk, and starts fiddling with the ceiling studio lights pointed at the model stand, all of Morpheus’ thoughts have reduced to pure spite. Fine, maybe the big studios don’t want him. They don’t deserve him, then, their loss. His portfolio and repertoire are infamous in the industry, they’ll be crawling back to him in no time. Too bad, maybe he would have started his own production studio and he’ll end up with the next ground-breaking animated film. Maybe— Morpheus’ thoughts are interrupted by a knock at the door. He shakes himself out of it, calling, “Come in.” A glance at his watch tells him it’s only 7:48, perhaps it’s an overeager student here early. It’s only the second week of the semester, they grab every opportunity to prove themselves with a spirited step that Morpheus might be slightly envious of. “Hello, Morpheus Endeles?” Hearing his full name startles Morpheus, and he turns from the lighting settings to the door. “Yes?” The man who steps into view can only be described as radiant. He can’t be much older than Morpheus, not much taller either but wider in the shoulders. His hair is cropped just above his shoulders and he sports a neatly kept beard. Morpheus registers this all first simply because of his profession but— he gets caught on the man’s brilliant smile and deep brown eyes. There’s something there that knocks all thoughts clear out of Morpheus’ head. The stranger smiles warmly, smiles like he already cares. “I’m here to model for the morning and noon figure classes?” The man says. Morpheus clears his throat and steps forward, “Yes, this is the right studio.” He extends a hand, “Robert Gadling, I presume?” The man takes his hand— god, he’s so warm— and shakes it steadily, “Please, call me Hob! All my friends do.”

I'm a sucker for the 'Morpheus catalogues Hob's appearance during their first meeting' trope in most Dreamling human AU fics, I couldn't not do it too :]

Besides this, I've also got a Dreamling Velvet Goldmine-ish AU fic that I want to get done this summer. I'm a very slow and ruminative writer so let's see if I can commit to any of these fics now that I've posted about them lol!

No pressure tags! I have no idea who's been tagged recently so-- lol. @hardly-an-escape @valeriianz @moorishflower @amielot :)

hot take but fyodors hair in the anime is *chefs kiss*

Prompt 19 - Class

@jegulus-microfic April 19, Word count 847

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Regulus dropped James’s hand as soon as the door was closed. He stood there awkwardly, not sure what to do with himself. James had just hugged him. Actually hugged him, and not because his ankle was buggered. 

“Sorry you had to deal with all that,” He gestured widely, trying to encompass the whole situation. He stared at the carpet, not able to meet James’s eyes. What if he’d had enough of his shenanigans and spent the rest of his holiday doing what he came here to do?

“No problem,” James replied, grinning from ear to ear. “I nearly mistakenly got thrown out of the hotel by this huge ginger guy. I’ve never been thrown out of anywhere it was class!” James grabbed Regulus’s hand again and gently dragged him to the bed so he could sit down. 

Regulus made himself comfortable, only now realising he hadn’t eaten dinner as his stomach gave a loud, angry rumble.

“Have you not eaten?” James said aghast. 

“No. I haven’t had time to, what with everything going on.” He could feel his cheeks heating and knew they’d be burning red. James opened the bedside table and threw the menu at him.

“Order something.” He said before jumping on the bed and stealing the remote. 

Regulus scanned the list of rich French cuisine the hotel offered as room service, and a wave of nausea flooded his body. 

“I really want a burger or something like that. But I they don’t have anything like that.” He said, putting the menu aside. He’d wait until he could order breakfast. 

“Yes, hi, I’m in room 212. Yes, that’s right, Mr Black. Well, the thing is, he really wants a burger and chips… You will! Oh, Molly, you absolute angel… No, no, I had food with my parents, though I wouldn’t say no to some popcorn to go with the film… Perfect, thank you so much… Yes, I’m sure we will, you too. Bye now.” James hung up the phone before Regulus could protest. “Twenty minutes,” He told Regulus as he flicked down the menu on the TV.

Regulus stared at James as he continued to click the remote. No one apart from Sirius had cared about his wants like that, and James didn’t even expect anything in return, only to watch a film with him. Regulus was suddenly overcome with emotion and, without thinking, moved forward to wrap his arms around James and bury his head in the other man’s back. 

“Thank you,” He whispered into the thick muscle. James shuffled, and Regulus unexpectedly found himself cradled in James’s lap. He blinked rapidly, his brain trying to figure out what had just happened. 

“What about Stardust? I love that film.” James’s deep voice vibrated from his chest into Regulus’s. Regulus’s mouth went dry. Unable to speak, he nodded. James grinned at him, clicked play on Claire Danes’s face and wriggled them back until his back rested against the headboard. 

They were so absorbed in their quiet bubble that they didn’t hear the knock at the suite door or the gentle tap at the bedroom door. They did, however, notice when Sirius opened the door so forcefully it banged off the wall. 

“Aww, don’t you two look cosy?” Regulus tried to slide off James’s lap, but James wrapped a gentle hand around his waist, giving him the option to move if he wanted. But signalling that he didn’t mind if he stayed. Regulus stayed.“Your food is here,” Sirius smirked at them as he carried a tray over and placed it on the bedside table. “Bon appétit!” Sirius exclaimed with a flourish and an exaggerated bow before he left them to it. Just before he completely left the room, he tilted his head back in. “Oh, just so you know, Remus is staying over tonight. Not that you were going to, but probably don’t come into my room. I don’t want to scar you for life.” He winked, and he was gone. 

James’s laugh bounced Regulus against his chest, and with one arm still wrapped around him, James spun to grab the food. 

Regulus’s mouth watered at the sight of his dinner. It was exactly what he wanted. He bit into it and groaned.  Before he could even finish the food in his mouth, he had to swat James’s hand away from his plate when he caught him trying to steal his chips. 

“Mine!” He mumbled around his mouthful of food, narrowing his eyes.

“Oh, go on just one. Please.” James pleaded. Regulus rolled his eyes and picked up a chip for James to take. But instead of taking it with his free hand, James leant forward and snagged it between his teeth, chuckling as he chomped it into his mouth. “Thanks, love.” He said as he grabbed the bowl of popcorn off the tray. 

They spent the rest of the film steadily making their way through the popcorn, falling asleep in each other’s arms halfway through Labyrinth, which on a normal day Regulus would have found unacceptable behaviour. But it hadn’t been a normal day.     

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