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xjustakay · 27 days
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✺ (3/27) ✺ @jegulus-microfic prompt: birthday — 1,009 words (jegulus dads ft. harry; sugary waffles and a very happy birthday for the world’s greatest dad —love, harry and regulus)
“Shhh, we have to keep quiet, darling,” Regulus whispers, shooting Harry an amused look.
Harry cups both hands around his mouth, whispers between them, “Sorry, papa.”
With a quiet snort, Regulus ruffles the mess of his dark hair —made even worse by the fact that they’ve only been awake and out of bed for all of thirty minutes. Getting ready for the day had been put on hold in favor of tiptoeing around the kitchen, being as quiet as humanly possible for a five year old who’s over-excited to make his dad waffles for his birthday. Regulus is under no illusion that James is actually still sleeping in their bed, but they’ll both pretend for the sake of their son.
“Should we put whipped cream on top?” Regulus suggests as he drops the fresh waffle onto a plate.
Harry nods hurriedly. “And rainbow sprinkles, and a cherry! Like a sundae!”
“Of course,” Regulus chuckles.
He follows the little boy’s giggled instruction, allowing Harry to be the one that tells him when to finally stop piling the whipped cream on (there’s more whipped cream than there is waffle, by that point). Regulus hands off the shaker of sprinkles, lets Harry take that over as well. In the middle of watching him, he notices his phone light up on the counter. Reaching for it and finding a message notification on the screen, his lips curl upward.
How bad is it?
Regulus eyes the mountain of whipped cream on top of the thick waffle on the plate. Harry has taken it upon himself to try to cover every inch of the sugar pile with rainbow sprinkles, tongue poked out between his teeth in concentration. It’s the same thing James unconsciously does while deeply focused and it warms something in Regulus’ chest to see it.
He snaps a quick, secret photo, unnoticed by the boy, and sends it off with no comment. The moving dots of a reply show up near-immediately.
Say goodbye to my abs, I guess
Regulus laughs a touch too loudly at the message, startling Harry out of his focus. With a furrowed brow, Harry lifts a hand, holding a finger to his mouth and shushing him.
“Too loud, papa,” He admonishes.
“Sorry, darling,” Regulus mutters, a grin unchanging from his face. “Maybe we’re finished with the sprinkles, yeah?”
Harry nods his head but continues shaking the container over one last section of the plate until he’s satisfied. He plops a bright red cherry on top of the colorful, sugary mess, then wide green eyes are looking up at Regulus.
“Do we have birthday candles?”
Regulus nods. “In the drawer by the sink.”
Before he can move to retrieve them, Harry scrambles off his stool and goes to do it for him. He comes scurrying back over, holding up the package for Regulus to take.
“How old is daddy now, papa?”
“He’s just turned thirty today,” Regulus answers, voice purposefully louder than moments before.
Exactly as expected, his phone buzzes with another message shortly after his voice carries from the kitchen.
Quit smiling about it
Regulus laughs quietly to himself, sends back a quick ‘never’ and tucks his phone in the pocket of his sweatpants. Despite Harry’s suggestion to try to fit all thirty candles on the melting pile of whipped cream, Regulus talks him down to just three. They’re very carefully situated and lit, Regulus balancing the plate on his palm to carry it down to the bedroom. Harry rushes ahead, feet thumping hurriedly on the hardwood before he pushes the door open.
James, bless him, is in fact pretending to be asleep still. His phone sits set aside on the nightstand, his arm tossed over his face where he’s sprawled dramatically in the center of the bed. Harry creeps around the side, tiptoeing once again and glancing back at Regulus behind him.
“Should we wake him?” Harry whispers.
James chooses that precise moment to make a loud snoring sound that send Harry clapping both little hands over his mouth to stifle his laugh. Regulus smiles widely, fond gaze flickering back and forth between his husband and his son. Harry looks at him expectantly once again and waits for a nod of approval before clambering up onto the bed.
He’s poised to pounce right on his father, wake him up enthusiastically, but before he’s given the chance, James jolts upright toward him with a playful roar. Harry squeals loudly, losing himself in a fit of giggles when he’s scooped into James’ arms, relentless fingers tickling at his sides.
“Papa, help!” Harry shrieks between peals of laughter.
“Papa can’t help you now,” James threatens jokingly. 
Regulus snorts, shaking his head. “Okay, lit candles here, let’s settle for a minute, yeah?”
James finally gives Harry a reprieve, both of them breathless and pink in the face. Harry flops onto his back between James’ outstretched legs, the bedsheet tangled around one thick thigh and the opposite calf. James makes a ‘bring it here’ motion with his hand and Regulus steps forward, carefully perching on the side of the bed nearest to the two of them. Harry hauls himself into a sitting position, watching eagerly as Regulus holds the plate out in front of where James sits.
“You have to make a birthday wish, daddy!” Harry tells him.
“What, you’re not going to sing to me?” James replies.
“No,” Regulus says immediately, earning a loud laugh from his husband. “Blow out your candles, the whipped cream is melting.”
James sneers at him but adjusts his lopsided glasses to stare at the flickering candle flames. His hazel eyes dart to Harry in front of him, then to Regulus at his left. A wide smile stretches across his face, crinkling the corners of his eyes, helpless adoration bright in his gaze.
He locks eyes with Regulus for a long moment, the two sharing a fond, knowing look. James doesn’t have to say a thing for Regulus to know what he’s thinking; what else is there to wish for, when this is what life looks like?
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TW: Heavy talk about death
I think the reason why Kai and Cole had such a radical emotional change after March of the Oni was because Lloyd died
We’ve had plenty of characters die in Ninjago, and it always had a horrific affect on the ninja emotionally. Despite all their adventures and godlike powers they’re still older teenagers and young adults- of course when their sibling or lover dies in the fight they’re gonna want to avoid the fight itself
I think it was different for Lloyd tho- Lloyd despite losing the golden power is still the most powerful ninja. He’s not meant to lose, out of all of the ninja he’s the one who’s least likely to die and I think they know that.
So when he died facing down the Oni, even briefly, that would make the ninja doubtful and even afraid of their own mortality-
Kai’s hotheadedness and desire for the fury of battle dies when he see’s his little brother unresponsive on the floor. If he can die, so can Kai
Coles stubborn facade and die hard attitude gets a reality check when the kid who defeated the incarnate of evil lies dead in front of him
It would just be a reality check for them. Both have had to look death in the eyes many times before, but experiencing death is something that they themselves wouldn’t often think about.
Just a theory
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bewilderedbuck · 1 year
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"Turns out we're a pretty good team, for two people who hate each other."
happy happy birthday to my dearest kay @thefabulousfab-3 !! 💗
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giddlygoat · 1 year
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today, me and my sibling made death battle machines and pitted them against each other. the one with the ninjas piloting is called “wu’s team building exercise” and the one with the flaming tit on top is called “diarrhea johnson’s freedom-licious nutbuster 3000”.
diarrhea johnson’s machine can only go in one direction [circle] and wu’s teambuilding exercise can only go in every direction all at once. it has 11 wheels and 6 joints/swivels for maximum teamwork difficulty. kai is in charge of main steering from his post on top of the double-decker couch, and due to an error in lower-couch capacity calculations, the secondary steering mechanism had to be moved to the very front of the vehicle last-minute, but lloyd is braving it like a champ. cole is on back right steering and zane mirrors him with back left steering. wu’s job is to hold The Skull.
in the end, diarrhea johnson won with only a single illegal nuclear rocket booster knocked off from the impact, and wu’s team building exercise was broken into 4 pieces. among the detached was the expresso machine/main and only engine in the back that jay was put in charge of constant monitoring, as well as the emergency shut down explosion button [and only form of breaks] on the very back of the vehicle. lloyd was flung across the floor and hit the dishwasher head on. he is still in the ICU. however, when the illegal nuclear rocket booster was knocked off of mr johnson’s vehicle, it also set off a nuclear explosion and rendered everywhere within a 100 mile radius an instant-death zone. diarrhea johnson did not survive. however, we concluded that the ninja are probably fine, because they are only glowing green, and as everyone knows, lloyd’s power glows green, so nothing is out of the ordinary. 
perhaps most impressive of all is that The Skull was not once knocked from wu’s hand. truly a legendary battle was had today, but i think the true hero here does not lie in the winner - but in each of us. 
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iwsynttr-project · 2 months
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR MUSIC ARTIST (& possible voice of Kenji) AQUATICSNOW!!!
Also our dog Kai
Happy Birthday Moose!!!
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aylinaliens · 2 years
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WHATEVER OUR SOULS ARE MADE OF, HIS AND MINE ARE THE SAME  — Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte
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itsnotworkinguys · 1 year
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THEY FINALLY MEET UP AND DID THE CHALLENGE TOGETHER!
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nilonne · 1 year
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He would never… Right ? | Part 2 (2/2)
beginning | previous - next
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garykingz · 1 year
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[ KAI ANDERSON ]
"Sit down. Take my pinky. ...What're you afraid of?"
(@partypooperpattie)
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tellescope · 5 months
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@talesimagination said: Curious little Gio is here to find the mysterious AI. He knew Mama would have liked to meet them but Mama was busy so he came to look for the being. He didn't know what he could do or how he'd act but he'd sure try his best.
*a snow devil for Originator*
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     A guest? They haven't had a visitor to the station in so long that it's quite a surprise when the security system rouses KAI from low-power mode. He'd spun down his drives while Len was away, little else to do to keep occupied other than 'sleep'.      Hidden cameras activate a facial recognition scan but as always the only result is corruption. He does note the interesting attire of the visitor however. Such vibrant colors! With a quick command the darkness of the entry hall begins to lift as the lights come on one by one, blue glow shining against black metal. A warm voice calls out over hidden speakers, 「Welcome to PD Outpost. I'm sorry for the darkness. It should lift shortly.」      A quiet hum of machinery and a small device floats into view before the visitor. With a click a hologram materializes around it, forming a blue-haired young man with a smiling visage.
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     「It's been quite some time since we had visitors. Do you have some form of identification?」
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keikeu · 10 months
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SUNOO DAY!!!
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villainology · 6 months
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no bc I’m such a supporter of selfships!! like if we share a f/o, that’s so cool, let’s talk abt it! I wanna hear your headcanons and how they treat you, seeing your fav from someone else’s pov is so fun, idk how people don’t like it?? we can share ideas and cute little things abt them together!! even if you have a selfship from a different fandom and idk who the character is, talk abt them to me!! I wanna hear all about your f/o for hours, n how much you love each other! let me hype you n your favs up pls!
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one day, im gonna sit down and write a poem about how after adopting a dog who spends 80% of his time sat in my lap, ive come to appreciate how difficult it is to do things without jostling him and how id never appreciated the gentleness of the stranger who had picked me up, held me and carried me home when i tore a chunk of flesh out of my leg at age 9 when i ran into barbed wire playing hide and seek tag, and how a man i didnt know had done everything he could not to jostle me as i clung to him, and just how difficult it must have been for him not to jostle me, and how he didnt need to be that gentle or to help me at all but when he was the first adult a different child could find and ask help from, he didnt hesitate to do everything he could, and how every time im trying to do anything without jostling archie, i think of him, and how anytime some piece of media tries to tell me that computers have figured out humans can only destroy, i cant take it seriously because with nothing to gain from it, he did everything he could to help a child who was hurting.
i just dont know how the fuck to put all of those feelings into coherent words because theres just so much feeling and emotion that goes into it, and because im always more critical of my work when its more optimistic or positive and how that definitely says something all by itself, but i still dont know how to word any of it.
#kai rambles#delete later#probably#im just feeling some feelings on this fine saturday afternoon#and i dont know how to word any of them#its so much easier to write painful things or sad things than happy things#at least for me#i also dont know how to separate it from the fact that none of it should have happened in the first place#because we shouldnt have been able to play there#residents had written to the council over and over again asking them to put a fence up because they knew it was dangerous#and that there was barbed fucking wire sticking out of the ground#and that kids were playing there#and the council never did because it was seen as a priority#and they didnt have the money#because they rarely ever have any money because we are one of the most impoverished boroughs in britain#and thats consistent#so it wasnt even that the council knew it was an accident waiting to happen and didnt do anything#it was that they couldnt rationalise spending the money on it without there being an accident because you know#some of our schools were not safe for kids to be in like on a hygeine level#and our water pipes broke seemingly every year so they were always fixing that and our roads needed doing#and a lot of our bridges are barely over the threshold of safe#so the council just couldnt afford to put a fence there until i ran into barbed wire and needed stitches#its so hard to separate all of that from the actual event because the wider context is just a damnation of capitalism and our government
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wow look at this painting i did definitely unrelated to a certain gay pirate show i may have watched
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richonnefan50 · 1 year
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And this is how I win 💅🏻💅🏻💅🏻
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unrequitedscene · 2 years
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→ Holden Caulfield Chasing Jane Gallagher moodboard
I got old Jane Gallagher on the brain again. I got her on, and I couldn't get her off.
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