Ayyyyyy

I felt like I needed to clarify some things before we could continue any more conversations on this godforsaken website.

American badger: pallas cat of a wolverine.  Very defensive.  Fuck immediately off. 

Bonus African badger:  Silverback gorilla of mustelids.  Should be a cryptid.  Bro, don’t even.  You are nothing to him.

gets a bad rap

eats A LOT of ticks

“plays dead”

cute

VS

Possum (AUS)

On earth, there is no such thing as a true herbivore. As far as I know, every animal will eat meat if given the chance. Hares have been known to scavenge dead animal carcasses in the winter, when food is scarce. Wild sheep and deer will eat grouse and seabird chicks to supplement their diet. A couple years ago there were videos going around of horses eating live birds. I won’t link it, but you can look it up on youtube if you want.

The point is, every animal on earth is an omnivore if they’re hungry enough or lacking certain minerals in their diet. Even if they aren’t built for it, herbivores will eat meat to survive.

James ran when Sirius called. Always, that was who he was. That was who he was and who Sirius had needed. But what Sirius needed now from James, was for James to be himself for Regulus.

Sirius had found Regulus, staring at a wall, stuck in his head. Barty had said apparently he had been like that for hours. Regulus hadn’t missed classes but Evan explained that when he did attend he just was a robot through the motions all week. But it seemed like tonight he completely shut down.

When Sirius went Regulus started to cry. He wouldn’t say anything except, “can you get James? Please?” Sirius knew James and Regulus had become close since Regulus moved into the Potter’s, but Sirius didn’t realize there may be things that James could help with that Sirius couldn’t. Regardless, if Regulus asked, Sirius made it happen.

James arrived and Regulus fell into his arms. Everyone else cleared the room, because Regulus didn’t settle, in fact his tears turned into sobs. James held Regulus tight. Muttering reassurances into his ear without prompt, “Its okay love, I’ve got you. Whatever this is, you don’t have to do it alone.”

Finally Regulus slurred out: “I just don’t even know who I am anymore.” Burying his head further into the crook of James’ neck.

James didn’t really know what to say or where this thought came from in Regulus. For Regulus touch always communicated more in these moments, so James just kept holding him tight.

“I don’t know what of me makes sense, what of me is me, and what of me is others. My thoughts, my feelings, my choices… who do they even belong to?” Regulus cried, and James’ stomach dropped. He could feel the hurt, the pain, the utter desperation in Regulus’ questions.

James knew the journey of self Regulus was going on, trying to figure out who he is and wants to be. This emptying of himself though, this splitting of who he was and who he might be was just raw.

“You are Regulus, my Regulus” is all James could offer back. Whispered and soft.

from @jegulus-microfic's prompt, taking chances (310 words)

ok so what if i accidentally put multiple high school musical 3 references in here? what are you gonna do about it, huh?

Regulus is feeling trapped. He hates these stuffy rich people parties. He hates being shown off to all of his parents’ “friends” like some kind of golden trophy. It’s so dehumanising. Not to mention the clothes that hardly let him breathe, the constant chatter and music assaulting his ears, and the floating lights dancing around his head. It’s too much.

And then he sees him. James. All of the air rushes back into his lungs just watching him throw his head back in laughter. Regulus needs to be in his space forever. It’s now or never. He would take a deep breath, but he doesn’t think he’s capable of doing so, so far away from James. He artfully makes his way across the room, dodging servers and awkward conversations. 

And when James’ eyes land on him, his whole body feels alive. This no longer feels like a chance he’s taking, it’s a guarantee. James looks at him with a juxtaposition of pure hunger and unwavering adoration that makes Regulus’ knees weak. He almost stumbles a bit as he continues across the dance floor. At last he finds himself standing next to him and he extends a hand in offering.

“Can I have this dance?” he asks. And the way James’ face lights up might as well be better than magic. No spell could light up a room the way James Potter can.

100 words of Reg being an awkward bean for @jegulus-microfic taking chances

It was ten steps—he'd measured—from where Regulus lurked to the lake's edge, where James sat with his feet in the water. James' trousers were rolled up. He had hairy shins and muscular calves. Regulus couldn't see his feet, but they were probably nice, like his hands. James had very nice hands, and he always kept his nails neat, which Regulus appreciated.

James was alone, which was fortuitous and rare. No blasted brothers or annoying friends in sight: perfect.

Regulus took a deep breath—he'd rehearsed this, he was ready—and took exactly ten steps. "Hi," he said, "I—hello, I like your feet."

Fluffel: MROWWWWW ...meeeOOOOw ... MRRRRoooowWW

Ren: Oi, Fluffel, its not dinner time *points to clock* only when its ship time 19:30 do you get food, you've got 20 minutes

Vi'miel: ... I thought your "cats" could not communicate

Ren: My dumb fur son is complaining for food

Vi'miel: ... Fur son?

Ren: Pet owners often consider themselves parents to their pets, kinda weird if I think about it, but hes my fur son anyways

Fluffel: *jumps up on desk and rubs up against Vi'miel's front appendages* mmmmEOOOOwwwww

Vi'miel: Oh .. h-hello. My apologies I have not learned Earth-cat language

Ren: Nah, no such thing as Earth cat language they just kind of learned to make noises at us for what they want, its not actually "language"

Vi'miel: So, why do you respond?

Ren: well... he's complaining so of course I should respond. Oh Fluffel don't smooch up to them, they won't feed you, dinner is at 19:30

Fluffel: *huff*

Vi'miel: I am not so sure I understand .... . . . *scratches Fluffel's head a bit*

Fluffel: *ppppurrrrrrrrr*

Vi'miel: what an odd noise *continues scratching in awe at the weird vibrating earthling*

Fluffel: *collapses onto desk in bliss PPPPPPPURRRR*

Evan: …

Evan: you don’t have to

evan:

barty punches him

Especially if it's a secret friendship

Imagine

James, sitting down for breakfast: hey guys, nice night?

Lily: hm, not as good as yours, I'm sure

James: ...what?

Lily: *smug grin* nothing

Pete: ?????

Remus: ????

Sirius: what the hell are you talking about

Lily: James' extracurricular activities

James: ........how tf-

Lily: I have my sources