You Know, I Totally Get That People Want To Stick To Regulus Being Tough And Cruel Because We Have Softened

Wait...cause what about minor age gap bartylus, like only 2-3 years but Barty has got a terrible crush on Regulus, yknow he's older, kinda forbidden cause his father tells him the Black's are all awful, beautiful without doubt, smart, and even great at quidditch. Regulus catches on because he's trained himself to know who's eye he catches, Barty isn't his usual type, he's younger when Regulus prefers older, but he's cute and has this nerdy, loser daddy's boy charm, and Regulus realizes he can corrupt that, he sees Barty's potential and knows what strings to pull to get Barty there. Regulus starts hanging around Barty more often, whispering in his ear, and Barty is eating it up, falling deeper, becoming more and more infatuated. What Regulus doesn't realize is that he's getting attached, and at some point, he can't picture a life without Barty. Barty is his, he keeps Barty's hair, pictures and blood vials and a t-shirt all tucked away for safe keeping in his dresser.

"It wasn’t the worst thing in the world, kissing the devil" - Barty after his first kiss with Regulus, still young and following his father's ideology, believing that the Black's are the worst family around, but finding himself thinking that Regulus may not be all that bad (he's wrong, Regulus is going to ruin him and he's going to be thankful for it)

Barty: bro i think we committed the perfect crime

Evan: what do u mean bro

Barty: i stole ur heart and u stole mine

Evan: bro

Barty: bro

7, 2 and 2 🥺🥺

Foxes as kids, roommates, inside Andrew's closet.

In which Neil is the monster under the bed and Andrew's closet is the only safe place for either of them.

Warnings for mentions of child abuse.

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Andrew usually hated having roommates. He had to have them when he was in the group home (no one got their own room there) and sometimes when he was with a foster family he had to share with another kid - and he always hated it. The one exception, though, was the monster that lived under Andrew's bed.

The monster wasn't like those in the scary stories and tv shows. He was a just a boy - who was actually younger and tinier than Andrew was! He had dark dark red hair and bright bright blue eyes and little black horns and sharp teeth and even a tail, and Andrew really thought that he was losing it the first time he saw him because look... it wasn't even close to Halloween and the kid had just crawled out from under his bed and then vanished again underneath it and Andrew had checked and he was really gone.

Neil (that was the monster's name) had told him that it was kind of a legend in his world (yup, his world) that sometimes a monster kid would be tied by fate to a kid in the human world. A lot of the legends apparently talked about how this was a test of some kind, how the monster kid was supposed to scare the human so bad he wet his pants or something like that.

(Andrew thought that was kinda stupid, but he supposed that lined up well enough with the stories he had heard about monsters under the bed.)

But Neil didn't want to scare anyone. When Andrew had asked Neil what he did want, though, Neil wouldn't ever answer him. He just got a little sad and a lot angry and then they'd fight and Neil would crawl back under the bed and disappear for a while.

He always came back though. And when Andrew was moved to a different house, Neil came too. Sometimes it would take a few days, and sometimes Neil couldn't get into a certain house through the space under the bed and so the doorway to his world would bring him through the closet instead, but he always came.

Which was why it made Andrew more than a little bit anxious when almost a whole month went by after his most recent move, and he hadn't seen Neil at all. He'd checked under the bed and in the closet every single night, but there was nothing. He was about to go from worried to angry when, at half-past midnight on the twenty-seventh night in the Lucas's house, Andrew heard quiet crying coming from the closet.

Andrew was on his feet in an instant, dropping his flashlight and the book he was reading on the bed, nearly tripping over the area rug, and skidding to a halt before the door before wrenching it open.

And there was Neil, curled up on the floor hugging his knees to his chest. He was crying and... and he was hurt. There was a cut on his lip and his face was all bruised and Andrew was so angry he almost slammed the door shut again.

"S-sorry," Neil murmured as he looked up, probably seeing the anger in Andrew's face. "I... I was gonna come sooner but..."

Andrew cut him off with a glare and a raised hand, telling him to wait. He then hurried back to his bed to grab the flashlight. Light acquired, he returned to the closet and Neil scooted over so Andrew could sit next to him, shutting the door to their special place.

Because you see, when Neil was there, whether it was under Andrew's bed or in his closet, no adult could get to him. The whole world outside the space shut off. If Andrew's foster parents were yelling at each other, their shouts and curses faded into complete silence when the closet door was shut or the bedskirt brushed the floor around them. If an adult came looking for him and opened the closet door or got down on their hands and knees to look under the bed, they'd see only shoes and toys and other discarded things - but no Andrew, no Neil. It was something to do with the magic that was his monster, because no one was able to see him except Andrew, and since Neil wanted to be seen by Andrew that meant that he was sorta... absorbed into that power too or something.

It meant that whenever they were together... they were both safe.

"I'm gonna kill him," Andrew promised quietly once they were both sitting criss-cross and facing each other in the narrow space.

Neil's eyes went wide, terrified, and he shook his head quickly. "N-no! No. You can't.."

"The hell I can't, Neil! You keep me safe. I wanna keep you safe too!"

They had had this argument before. When Andrew first saw the scar on Neil's shoulder and found out it was from his stupid bastard dad from the year before Neil first slipped out from under his bed. Andrew had been just a little kid back then, but he was eleven now. He could kill someone. If it was to protect Neil, he was pretty sure he could do anything.

"No," Neil said again, voice hushed even though they both knew no one on either side of their special space could hear them. "No. I... It wasn't even him. Mom..." He shook his head and rubbed his arms. That was when Andrew realized what Neil was wearing.

Normally, Neil gave off total rich-kid vibes. Even monsters had designer clothes, apparently, and Neil definitely had the monster-world version of The Gap or whatever rich people wore. But today he was dressed in drab, baggy jeans and a matching washed out t-shirt. His hair was a total mess, too, and looked like it needed to be cut.

"Neil," Andrew said, and it wasn't a question - it was a demand.

Neil grimaced, wringing his hands around his tail - a nervous habit he didn't realize he had and Andrew would never tell him about. "They... they found out... about you. About us. About... about how I can come here."

All the air in Andrew's lungs froze. It was a struggle to keep calm, to wait for Neil to continue on his own, because... because from the very first day Neil had told him 'no one can know - I don't know what they would do to us if they knew' and now that day was here and the anger in his chest was nothing compared to the fear suddenly pooling in his belly.

"Mom.. she took me and ran. So I wouldn't... so they wouldn't take me. Dad was... he was gonna give me to someone bad, someone who collects kids like me so they can find a way through and... Mom didn't want that to happen. She's protecting me..."

The protest was a weak one and Andrew pounced on it. "She's protecting you by beating the shit out of you?"

Neil bared all those sharp little teeth at him, but Andrew could never be afraid of Neil so he just glared back until his monster's resolve broke and he looked back down at his tail.

"She wants to keep me safe.. and I was being stupid..."

"I'll say you're being stupid," Andrew agreed, earning him a sharp look that he easily ignored. "Run. Come here. We'll both make a run for it together."

Neil's eyes widened. "What? No! What would we do, where would we go? You... you could get hurt! And it's not like I blend in, Andrew."

"We can travel at night. Or we can go someplace where everyone is super weird, like... like Seattle. There are loads of weirdos in Seattle, I bet no one would think twice about a boy with horns and a tail." If Andrew had been standing he might have stomped his foot.

"Now you're being stupid," Neil hissed out (and yeah, actually hissed, his voice got all... hissy... sometimes when he was mad).

Andrew grit his teeth and made a sound kind of like a growl that Neil had once complimented as sounding really monster-like. He wasn't making the sound to impress his friend right now though, he was making it because he was mad and frustrated and scared and... and a lot of things.

Then an idea came to him, sudden and bright and it was so genius it instantly flooded him with hope. His hands darted out and cupped over Neil's, holding both of them around the other boy's tail. "I know!"

"What?" Neil's eyes were wide again, but this time he leaned forward, taken up by Andrew's excitement.

"A witch. We need a witch. A witch can make you blend in over here, and maybe even help us until we're big enough to pass as adults."

Now Neil looked a little afraid, leaning back apprehensively. "A witch? There... there are really witches over here? I heard... I heard they do bad things to monsters."

"Can't be any worse than what monsters do to monsters or people do to people," Andrew reasoned, not willing to give up this opportunity. "Besides, if there really are monsters that live under the bed, there've got to be witches too."

Neil licked his lips, then looked down at their joined hands. He stared at them for a very long time before taking a slow, deep breath, apparently gathering his resolve. Then he nodded and looked up again, meeting Andrew's eyes.

"Okay," he finally said. "We... we'll find a witch. And... and we'll protect each other."

Andrew nodded back. He squeezed Neil's hands in promise. "We will. Forever, Neil. We'll always protect each other."

"Forever," Neil echoed. Then he gave a tiny, sharp-toothed smile. "And always."

quick reference for my character on Ovis Origins !! A mc modded server by @/galatovis (twitter)

Bad: "If you were stuck on a deserted island with Pili, and you were starving, do you think you would eat him?"

Pangi: "Wow- I- No, I don't think I would eat Pili, I don't think I could."

Bad: "So, you won't eat him, that means you don't consider Pili a real friend."

...

Pangi: "Are you trying to normalize cannibalism, Badboyhalo?"

Bad: "Cannibalism?"

...

Pangi: "You- you know I'm a human, right? I'm flesh and bone."

Pili from out of nowhere who's been silent this entire time: "So you're a furry!"

crying 😭😭😭 saw this on pinterest and like--

Niki my beloved ✨

Barty and Dorcas are chaotic. Regulus and Evan are unsettling. Pandora is chaotic and unsettling. They all work so well together and people are very on the edge around each of them because you never know what to expect especially if they are in pairs or all together.

All the og members of L’Manberg + Niki and Jack have a necklace that represents their loyalty to the nation. It’s a silver beaded necklace with a gem at the end that’s one color of the flag. /rp

Wilbur and Niki’s are black. Fundy’s is yellow. Tommy and Jack’s are blue. Tubbo’s is red. And Eret’s is white,,,

Wilbur wore it proudly, but sometime after the election he took it off. Instead he kept it in his pocket, often times fiddling with it. Phil found it next to his dead body and decided to keep it. But now it sits in his memorial next to a blue sheep.

Niki had turned hers into an earring. Like Wilbur she tended to mess with it a lot, mostly when she was nervous. During Doomsday she threw it in the fire of the L’mantree. She often reaches to her ear only to find nothing there. Maybe it’s still in the rubble...

Fundy never took the thing off. He often tucked it into his shirt, always hidden. However, when alone, he would hold it in his fist contemplating whether or not to rip it off and get rid of it. Through everything he kept it even during Doomsday. But when he came back from his break, he decided it was time to let go. He threw it into the ocean and watched as it sank in the water.

Tommy also never takes it off. During exile he kept it in his pocket, under his shirt, in a chest, pretty much keeping it hidden so Dream couldn’t find it and take it away. However because of this it’s become very worn down. It often would fall off, leading to many inconveniences especially during trips to L’Manberg with Techno and during Doomsday/the Disc Finale. Later, with the help of Puffy and Sam they molded a ring to put the gem in. He wears it on the pointer finger on his right hand.

Jack, like Niki, made his into an earring. He often lingers while looking at it in the mirror. He doesn’t wear it all the time, especially not in front of Niki, only on days where he feels the most at peace. Although he doesn’t wear it too frequently, the thought of throwing it out hasn’t once crossed his mind.

Tubbo had permanently taken his off during the Manberg era. He didn’t even put it back on during his own presidency. It usually sat in his chest, untouched and vacated. It wasn’t until after all the chaos that Tubbo even thought of putting it back on. Sometime after the Disc Finale Ranboo found it and asked Tubbo what it was. He now wraps it around his left horn.

Eret once took it off for some time, as king it never truly fit. After harboring sole regret for their betrayal they’d sorrowfully hold the item thinking about past memories. They officially put it back on when joining Pogtopia, now it never leaves their neck. As king it doesn’t necessarily stand out amongst their outfit but to Eret it’s the center piece.