#regalrandall

[lahtias]

I wanted to thank you again for your compliment yesterday, it really did mean a lot! I also wanted to ask where you got your icon because it's super cute and great and I love it uvu

aaaaaa you are welcome!!<3 My icooon came from this:

And here’s the icon itself:

[audinomoved-blog]

regalrandall replied to your post: araneaserket replied to your post: my birthday is...

excuse u i have a gift to. (it’s me im the gift)

woah legal woah this is going a little fast here

araneaserket replied to your post: araneaserket replied to your post: my birthday is...

do i get a prize

ill give you a kiss about about that one :^ )

[audinomoved-blog]

omg here's 2 another year of bein a big cute )o) throws confetti everywhere

catches the confetti

makes a lil house of it

lives in it

yeah man. thanks

[executeness]

I MADE UP A BROTP NAME FOR FIVE OF MY FRIENDS AT ONCE AND I AM SO FREAKING PROUD OF MYSELF I'M SO GOOD AT THIS

WAIT FOR IT

WAIT FOR IT

JUKE BOX SEBANJIKIMS

IT'S LIKE JUKE BOX SHENANIGANS

BUT JOEL+LUKE BOX SEB+ANJ+KIM

AND AS A BONUS IT'S MUSIC RELATED

I'M SO HAPPY )o)

[executeness]

headcanon: luke fury and agent nonnie get frequent nightmares when it’s warm out. when that happens the one crawls in bed with the other— assuming they’re not already there

-Luke Fury

                A crack of light. That was the first think Luke Fury saw when she woke up. A figure slipping in the door, through the line of light, was the second. In an instant, she was bolt upright, yanking at the chain of her lamp and groping for her glasses. The word “Emergency” was blaring through her mind and the warning lights flashing in her head should have lit up the room. In return for running her ragged during the daylight hours, the SA never disturbed her while she was sleeping unless it was important. Before she could get on either lamp or glasses, however, a plaintive voice stalled her. “Luke?”

                With a click, the lamp finally turned on, revealing Agent Nonnie-shaped blur standing by the door. Luke slipped her glasses on and Nonnie came into focus, looking dazedly panicky and distressed, but not as frantic or harried as she should be, had there been an accident. In fact, she looked more asleep than Luke felt after her rush of adrenaline. She wasn’t in uniform, either, her oversized sweatshirt nearly covering her boxers and her hair a fluffy mess. Luke rubbed her eyes and slumped back into her pillows. “Babe, it’s really late,” and indeed the number on Luke’s watch, worn even in sleep, was well past the witching hour. “What is it?”

                Nonnie just stared at her with a sleepily intense expression, and as she stared, the panicked distress shifted to something a lot like relief. With a start, Luke realized, “Have you been crying?”

                This snapped Nonnie out of her trance, and a hand came up to swipe at her cheek. The wetness on her fingers was regarded with bafflement for a long moment. She addressed her words to her fingers rather than her girlfriend when she spoke.

“I… I had a bad dream.” Fresh tears began to roll through the tracks of the ones she’d wiped away. They dripped off of her face and fell heavily on her voice like rocks on a rope bridge, making it shaky and hesitant. “In my dream, I think… I think you died. A car hit you and drove away and you died. I think I died, too.”

                Then she was stumbling across the rug and half-falling onto Luke’s bed to crawl in her lap and cling. Luke pulled her close and rubbed her back as Nonnie began to cry in earnest.  Nonnie’s hands started moving and then didn’t stop, running over Luke’s shoulders and arms and back, checking to see that her girlfriend was real and whole and well. “Shhh, shhh,” Luke soothed helplessly. In her arms, Nonnie was shaking uncontrollably, and although she made no sound, her breathing hitched and caught so badly that every few exhales she choked and coughed. Once or twice, the hacking got so bad that Luke worried that Nonnie’s dinner would make a reappearance.

                They’d had a long day, chasing a pesky pooch through the park, and Nonnie was exhausted. The tears soon wore her out, and as her gasps faded into hiccups and silence, her hands came to a rest on Luke’s shoulder-blades . Thinking that she’d fallen asleep, Luke began to pull away, planning to spend the rest of the night in Nonnie’s abandoned bed rather than wake her. Before she could slip away, the arms around her middle tightened and a small voice muttered into her shoulder “Please don’t go.”

                Luke returned to her original position, leaning against the headboard, happy to continue the cuddle session. Before she was fully settled back in, however, Nonnie began to wriggle slightly. “Lukey?”

                “Yes?” she replied, raising an eyebrow.

                “I don’t wanna go back to sleep. I might dream again.”

“Well, then, what do you want to do?”

“Canfnooreedtome?” Nonnie mumbled into Luke’s collarbone, stretching out from where she’d been curled up in a little ball of sadness. Her feet burrowed under the abandoned covers and her head slid down to rest near Luke’s knee.

                “Can I what?” Luke carded her fingers through Nonnie’s pink-streaked hair, scratching lightly at her scalp and pulling gently on the strands.

                Nonnie lifted her head up slightly, so her mouth was no longer muffled by Luke’s PJs, and said, almost too quickly and quietly for Luke to catch, “Can you read to me? Please?” Her face was bashful and hopeful and Luke couldn’t say no. Instead she let Nonnie’s head down gently onto the bed and went to her bookshelf. After a moment she selected one and sat back down on the bed. Immediately, Nonnie put her head back in Luke’s lap and hugged her lower legs, snuggling.

                “Is Mr. Popper’s Penguins okay?” Luke asked and Nonnie nodded against her leg. Quietly, in a voice meant for nightlights and lullabies, Luke began to read. A chapter and a half later, she was interrupted by a quiet snore. Despite her reluctance, Nonnie had drifted off to sleep again. Luke shut the book and leaned over to place it on the bedside table. This time, when she began to slip away, Nonnie did not stop her. She stood over the bed, looking at her sleeping girlfriend for a long moment, then pulled the covers up to her chin and tucked her in. As she turned to leave, however, she took one last look at the lump in the covers. With a sigh, she climbed back in bed, snuggled up to Nonnie, and joined her in dreamland.

[gloomyskye]

RANDALL/ANGELA (◕‿◕✿)

Who cooks:

oh angela definitely does the cooking uvu randall doesnt even remember to eat, let alone cook. he’s got puzzles to solve and treasures to find!!! angela’s used to it tho so she cooks and makes sure he gets all his proper nutrition 

Who does the laundry and other chores: 

no literally im p sure randall would forget 2 breathe if it wasnt essential to adventuring. angela wouldnt mind cleaning up but henry insists that she let him handle everything. (she enjoys cooking tho so thats why he didnt argue w her on that) (yes henry is still their butler r u kidding he doesnt leave randalls side)

How many children do they have:

no time for children, too much adventuring to do. (ok maybe like one kid or they’ll adopt)

Who’s more dominate:

randall may be a free spirit and very extroverted and all but yo angela runs that shit. if she doesnt want him 2 do something hes not gonna do it

Favorite nonsexual activity:

excavations!! oh and angela enjoys the occasional tea party every now and then. (sometimes they just like 2 sit by the fire and read together tho)

Their favorite place to be together:

sometimes they take trips back to memory knoll and just look at the stars (◡‿◡✿)

Any traditions:

once a year, the whole crew (angela and randall, henry, layton, dalston, even luke and emmy sometimes) gets together for a nice lunch. it all goes pretty well for the first few courses but eventually randall remembers some aMAZING rumor of treasure in a field nearby and they all get shovels thrust into their hands and are forced 2 abandoned they’re perfectly steeped tea in exchange for treasure hunting

Their “song”:

cheek to cheek uvu* sometimes randall’ll sing it to her and they’ll just dance around the living room

What they do for each other on holidays:

randall gathers the best jewels and stones he’s found on excavations that year and assembles them into beautiful pieces of jewelry for her. no matter what gift she gets him in return, she always feels like it isn’t up to par with his, but he’s never once been disappointed by her choices

Where did they go for their honeymoon:

a trip around the world! (◕‿◕✿) 

Where did they first meet:

(they grew up 2gether duh)

Any pets:

u mean besides henry??? (o dang anj)

What do they fight over:

“henry just spent the entire day cleaning, did you really find it necessary to track mud all over his freshly cleaned carpet?!” (henry always insists its ok, no trouble, but it still irks her)

Do they go on vacations, if so where:

they revisit their honeymoon destinations a couple times uvu