Your Philip strikes me as the type, that if anyone dared to try and tickle him, his first reaction is violence.
depends what phase he’s in, if he’s in the last of his development and it’s with ppl he likes, he might be fine with it since he’s opened up a lot more.
before that point tho-
he’s very much one of those characters who doesn’t like to be touched much yeah.
not unless it’s by specific ppl.
Young philip ESPECIALLY doesn’t like to be touched
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3 sentence prompt: Reggie pairing of your choice + Dog Walker
Reggie always insisted he didn't have favourite clients. Which was half true. He didn't have favourite dogs, he loved all of them. Even the difficult ones, or the yappy ones, or the ones who would fake out being done pooping until he tied the baggy only to go: NOPE WAIT.
The human clients, though... well, there he could be honest and say some were better than others. The little old lady with the shih tzu who always slipped him an extra quarter so he could 'get himself a little treat'. The fabulously wealthy gay magician with the fabulously groomed borzoi who understood that you were never too old to have money pulled out from your ear (especially not when it came with a generous tip whenever Cerberus managed to drag Reggie behind him through the mud in an attempt to murder a squirrel.)
And of course the cute gay couple who had hired him temporarily. One of them, Willie, was the one to usually walk their rather energetic Pudelpointer in the afternoons while his boyfriend was at work. But given that both his leg and his arm were in a cast at the moment after 'a jump I totally could have made, it was just bad luck', they'd hired Reggie to take over for a while.
Pigeon was a dream of a dog, smart, well-trained, and always up for adventure. He got along well with the other dogs, but he was Reggie's only Thursday client, so they got some quality ball-throwing and jogging in as well.
Listen, he was just providing excellent dog enrichment, after he learned Pigeon often went running with Alex on the weekends. It had nothing to do with the way Willie's eyes raked over his body in his short shorts and tank top on Thursday afternoons. Or the way he'd invite Reggie in for some lemonade 'provided you get the glass yourself because I can't reach that high right now'.
He was pretty sure Willie's other, non-broken arm could reach the glasses just fine, but he wasn't complaining, especially not when his shirt rode up a little and he heard a strangled noise behind him (Alex, who had started coming home for lunch on Thursdays, just coincidentally around the time Reggie came home with Pigeon after their runs).
Pretty soon, one glass of lemonade became two, became 'why don't you stay for lunch, we made too much anyway', became long talks at the dinner table, Pigeon's head in his lap staring adoringly at him while Reggie stared adoringly at the dog's owners.
They never actually said anything, though, so Reggie figured it was just some harmless flirting. He sighed about it to Pigeon sometimes, though, about how lucky he was to be able to sleep in between those two gorgeous dudes, to cuddle with them on the couch.
When Willie finally got his casts off and was cleared by his physical therapist, Reggie had to admit he took his time getting back. He wanted to savor the time with this sweet pooch, say goodbye to him properly. They went to the dog park and he threw the ball for as long as Pigeon wanted, giving him all the treats and scratches and cuddles he could, before steeling himself for a professional goodbye.
Except when he rang the doorbell to hand over the dog (half an hour later than usual, whoops), rehearsing a polite 'no' to one last glass of lemonade (no need to drag this out), Willie and Alex instead asked him something he couldn't say no to.
Their first date was dinner at a dog-friendly restaurant, and thankfully, Pigeon didn't mind sharing the space on the bed between Alex and Willie.
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[Golden Age of Piracy] Chief Obliviator Captain Morgan Blay Moodboard
“Rip it off -- show the symbol on your chest --
Say, ‘come on,’ and show the world who you really are!
It's not enough to be better than the rest...
Gotta take it to the top and make yourself a superstar!
You don't need them to believe in you --
Get your mission on lock and see it through...
You've got all the power you need in you --
Power you need in you -- power you need in you!”
~“Superhero” by Simon Curtis
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fancasting Ioan Gruffudd as Morgan // tagging @thatravenpuffwitch @cursebreakerfarrier @kathrynalicemc because pirates!! 🏴☠️
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In the late 17th and early 18th century, pirates ruled the seven seas. Muggle pirates had plenty of enemies, but pirates who came from the Wizarding World had even more. They not only had to contend with the likes of magical creatures like sea serpents and ancient Dark curses beyond imagination, but they also had to deal with the British Ministry of Magic’s Chief Obliviator, Morgan Blay, who was determined to hunt down and transport all of them back to Europe to face the Wizengamot for violating the International Statute of Secrecy.
However much of a stickler for law and order Blay is and no matter how easy it is to make fun of his fastidious, rigid nature, however, he’s no idle threat to piracy. At just 26 years of age, Blay is an expert at both non-verbal and wandless magic, and his Charms and Transfiguration are so advanced that he has been able to create perfect illusions around his own wand and other such magical things so that to Muggle eyes, they resemble perfectly normal things like swords (for wands) or seals (for mermaids). He even invented a spell of his own -- Repello Muggletum -- which wards Muggles off from magic-heavy areas and deters them from investigating further. (His alma mater, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, has gotten very good use out of this particular spell.) His dueling skill is only slightly sharper than his talent with a Muggle pistol and cutlass, which in turn is just as sharp as his wit -- many an opponent of Blay’s has gotten a good verbal lashing alongside a physical one. This isn’t even touching on his encyclopedic knowledge of sailing, astronomy, navigation, and Muggle technology of the era like pistols, cannons, and telescopes. All of these talents serve him well as he works undercover as part of the British Muggle Navy, secretly capturing magical pirates alongside non-magical ones while captaining an entire crew of Muggle sailors, who idolize and respect their leader for his courage, intelligence, dedication, and moral fiber. It’s a fact that makes Blay all the more protective of his men and of Muggles in general, considering the deception he’s had to deal in, just interacting with them.
Truly, if any magic users on the high seas in the Golden Age of Piracy wish to retain their freedom, they will want to stay one step ahead of the likes of Captain Morgan Blay.
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