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doukeshi-kun · 6 months

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𝙙𝙖𝙙!𝙣𝙞𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙞 + ��𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙤𝙤

featuring ⨳ dad!nikolai gogol x fem!reader

content ⨳ fluff, a bit suggestive, tattooed!nikolai, oc kids (yuri, mari, karol)

notes ⨳ this has been marinated for a while... i finally did something with it :D i'm proud of myself

Something very attractive appears when your husband is sitting at the dining table, without a shirt, with his tattooed arms on display. You cannot take your eyes off Nikolai at all. He doesn't seem to notice you are staring at him as he is munching on his rice, eyes on the television.

“What's wrong, love?” Nikolai suddenly asks, turning his head to you and you quickly avert your gaze away, flustered.

“No! Nothing, nothing.” you laugh awkwardly as you continue to chop the bananas to drizzle them with chocolate sauce for Yuri who is sitting beside you.

“Really? Hey, Yurochka. Did mama stare at me or something?” Nikolai grins teasingly. Yuri seems surprised by his question and he looks at you before he looks at his dad.

He nods. “Yes, for three minutes."

“Yuri…! You are supposed to be lying!” you screech but Yuri pouts.

“You said it's not good to lie,”

“Well, that's because your dad—” you glare at Nikolai. “—gave you the wrong advice about lying.” you huff, embarrassed. You finish chopping the bananas and drizzle them with chocolate sauce before you give the small bowl to Yuri. Yuri takes it, wanting to eat it right away but he seems to realise an incoming, so he quickly hugs the bowl, dashing to the living room.

“Wah! Yurochka! Banana!” Karol is waddling to the dining area with a colouring book in hand. Mari is running towards him, whining and almost crying.

Nikolai frowns, seeing Mari is tearing up and Karol is now waddling towards you to demand a bowl of banana for himself. He figures that Karol probably bothers her again and while he doesn't really mind them bantering, it does make him uneasy when he sees Mari crying.

“Mama! Mam! Banana please! Banana for Karol!” Karol is trying to climb up your chair. You try to keep him on the ground, worried that he might get hurt.

“Karol.”

A stern voice from Nikolai is enough for Karol to stand straight and look at his dad. “Give back Mari's book and then you can get your banana chocolate.”

You are used to Nikolai's happy voice and jokester persona. Years of being in a relationship with him do reveal more layers of himself to you. But there's always something about Nikolai being stern (mostly to Karol) and authoritative.

God, it actually makes you flustered and all giddy inside.

Karol coos sadly as Mari approaches him. Nikolai pats her head as Karol reluctantly returns the book to her. “Say sorry, Karol,” Nikolai says and Karol pouts.

“Karol sorry…”

Mari huffs, seeming to be sulky still. Nikolai gently reassures her and she softens quickly. She then silently sits on a chair beside him and starts colouring in her book, focused on an unfinished drawing because she got interrupted by Karol.

“Mama, make him some banana chocolate. Karol, come here.” Nikolai says to you before he pats his lap and Karol waddles to him. Nikolai bends a bit to get him up his lap and takes one of Mari's glittered markers before giving it to Karol. He puts his arm which is tattooed with some geometrical design in front of Karol. Karol gasps happily before he tries his hardest to take off the lid of the marker. He hovers over Nikolai's arm and starts colouring and filling in the lines of his tattoos.

“He likes to colour a lot. I think he wants to be an artist. Don't you see the vision?”

“Huh?”

Nikolai chuckles, seeing your flabbergasted face. He knows you have been staring with something in your gaze. He repeats his words and you nod with an agreement ‘Ooh’.

“Yeah, he definitely likes colouring. Mari is still at her second colouring book and Karol already coloured five books by now… well… he probably can be a future tattoo artist.” you look at how focused Karol is while trying to fill the lines of Nikolai's tattoo carefully. Even his little tongue is sticking out, showing how focused he is.

“Awh, that's cute.” Nikolai cackles before he pats Karol's head, kissing it. “You're gonna give me free tattoos every Saturday right?”

“Waoh? No! No free! Papa give me… uh… uh… one bili dollars!”

You giggle at Nikolai's snort. Karol is just happy returning to his little artist moment. Nikolai turns to you, smiling slyly.

“Whatcha looking at now? Didn't I tell you to make him some banana chocolate?” he says, voice deep and teasing. You grumble but your hand reaches a banana from the table anyway.

He should give you more commands, maybe.

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#道化師-jest❃ུ۪ #bsd x reader #nikolai x reader #nikolai gogol x reader #bsd imagines #nikolai imagines #nikolai fluff #bsd fluff #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd nikolai x reader #bsd nikolai gogol

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thewomanwhoboughttheworld · 7 months

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I reckon it is widely accepted that Crowley and Freddie Mercury were, at the very least, besties, sometimes lovers, sometimes had a fling or dated. But I have feelings and headcanons nobody asked for that I have to share.

They met while Freddie was still in college. Freddie saw Crowley, drew a quick sketch of him and got up and gave it to Crowley. "I promise I will draw you a better one, dear." He never did, but Crowley still keeps the drawing and miracled it to always look like just made.

Crowley never really liked Mary Austin. He didn't like her when she was Freddie's girlfriend and always found a way to inconvenience her. He still doesn't like her, especially after she put Freddie's belongings up for auction. He liked Jim Hutton, however.

Freddie kissed Crowley first. It was after a rehearsal of one of Freddie's early bands, Crowley was giving him his feedback. Freddie just leaned in and kissed him. He avoided the demon for the following two weeks as he was confused (he still hadn't realised he liked boys) and felt embarrassed.

Even though they were both adamant that there were no feelings involved, they both deeply cared for each other. Neither would admit it, saying they were only friends who (more than) occasionally hooked up, but they both knew there was more. However, Freddie fell a bit harder even though he knew Crowley wasn't in love with him. It did hurt a bit, but he was eventually fine with it.

Freddie actually knew about Crowley and Aziraphale being a demon and an angel. Crowley told him one night while they were both drunk and then Freddie remembered and asked him. Crowley tried to deny it, but Freddie insisted so much that in the end, he decided to tell him everything as he knew Freddie wouldn't tell anybody. And he never did, he treated this like his own secret.

The first time Freddie saw Crowley's eyes, Crowley thought he would be scared. But Freddie just said: "I know they're snake eyes, but they remind me of my cats. And what a lovely colour, darling. Yellow's my favourite, you know?".

Crowley ranted A LOT about Aziraphale to Freddie. He was always going on about how much he hated his being a goody-two-shoes, how infuriating his constant reminding him that he was actually a good person and how the fuck can 6000 years be too fast? Freddie just smiled because he knew. He could see how much Crowley loved that angel. It broke his own heart, because he knew he could never be loved that much, but never said a word.

Freddie did write a lot of songs about Crowley and Aziraphale. Obviously Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy, but also Crazy Little Thing Called Love, Somebody to Love and many more. Spread Your Wings is specifically about Crowley and he knew. But what Freddie would never tell anyone, a secret that he brought to the tomb with him, is that he wrote Love of My Life and You Take my Breath Away for him. (told you that Freddie was in love, my poor baby suffered too much in his life).

Freddie taught Crowley how to play the piano.

Crowley auctioned for some of Freddie's belongings. He got some kimonos, some handwritten sheets and his piano. He couldn't let anyone else have it.

Crowley never really left Freddie's side. He was always that mysterious, dark and handsome man showing up especially when Freddie needed someone. People eventually accepted it as part of Freddie's charm as he was always so secretive about his personal life.

Freddie let himself be vulnerable only around Crowley. Just as Crowley took off his glasses with him, Freddie allowed himself to cry only those times in which they were alone. He cried in Crowley's arms so much when his illness was worsening, when he was scared of how much he would have suffered. One night it got so bad that Freddie was basically begging Crowley to end his suffering and Crowley had to perform a miracle so that he could sleep. Neither brought it up ever again.

When Freddie died, Crowley was there with him. He gave Freddie just enough life to allow him to say some words. "You promised me you wouldn't come," Freddie told him. "I'm a demon, I lied" replied Crowley with a broken voice. He then sat on the bed and stayed with him until the very last moment. Aziraphale was there too. He followed Crowley without telling him because he felt he needed him. Aziraphale took away Freddie's suffering so that he could go without pain.

That same night, Aziraphale tried to persuade Crowley to stay at his library because he thought Crowley needed a friend. Crowley refused, hopped on his Bentley and drove away. He parked in front of his apartment building and found a used packet of cigarettes and an old pair of sunglasses that belonged to Freddie in his car. As the radio passed Love of my life, he couldn't hold it anymore and burst into tears. He cried hard, really hard. He felt a familiar hand on his back but didn't look and didn't ask. Aziraphale never said anything either and didn't leave until Crowley stopped crying but before he could be seen. He remembered how much it hurt and didn't want Crowley to grieve alone.

Master post: here

#I am deeply sorry for the last ones #Or maybe I'm not that sorry #I just love the idea of them together for a while #I mean Freddie and Aziraphale have some things in common #And Aziraphale would be friends with Brian May #Good omens #good omens headcanons #crowley #good omens s2 #good omens #good omens 2 #aziraphale #ineffable idiots #ineffable husbands #freddie mercury #crowley angst #good omens season 2 #queen #good omens spoilers

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thewinterpillarhashira · 4 months

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I'm back from the dead with no quality at all creations!‼️😘

someone better take ALL my drawing apps away from me or else I'll be making a whole ass summoning ritual.

"why are you like thi--" please don't ask. I don't know why either 😔

I swear I'll be drawing something sane soon...I just needa do thingz to keep me from losing my remaining brain cells.

on a sidenote; no, I don't hate akari. I very much love her actually! so much so that I'm willing to kill her off at any given moment<3

the ocs were not randomised. they're just my cherished 6 cuz they were my first moots;

@muitsuri ily, no questions asked. (precisely the reason why her and riri has the same linear color LMAOOO) 💕

@axolotl321 I ENJOYED DRAWING UR OC. I love the simplicity 💕

@tokito-dulya20 ur oc. I. love. ur. oc. BUT I DONT THINK I GOT THE DESIGN RIGHT..IM SO SORRY 😭

@silliestsakura urs had me the most conflicted, to say the least..i BALLED when I realized that the sketch from ur oc's school au didn't have a colour palette. the jawdrop dawned on me when it was too late and there was no more backing down..

@kiyokatokito AUAGAHAGA I WASNT SURE WHAT THE CURRENT COLORING WAS SUPPOSED TO BE CUZ THE OFFICIAL DESIGN HADNT BEEN RELEASED YET FOR AS FAR AS IM AWARE BUT--i just went f it and based it off @tokito-dulya20's artwork..

@cloudymistedskies I love mari, but I am NEVER drawing clouds ever again..(that's an exaggeration ofc, just for u I will)

yes, I drew all of this... monstrosity.

oh, and the reference used? .. i’m pretty sure that joke is well known, isn’t it? that one grave pic w a bunch of shtheads—

whoever would steal this? it's goofy as hell 😭

#❄️ 𝐫𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢⎯⎯#❄️✏️⎯⎯#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #original character #demon slayer oc #demon slayer x oc #kimetsu no yaiba oc #kimetsu no yaiba x oc #kny #kny oc #ds #kny oc art #demon slayer oc art #i think i got possessed by a demon #thats what compelled me to do this #send help

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hellfiremunsonn · 2 years

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Stupid. Eddie Munson x Reader

Stupid

I do not allow my writing to be republished anywhere other than my own blog without my consent

Summary: Eddie accidentally calls his golden retriever/ditsy girlfriend stupid

(This fic has no smut. Younger audiences are able to read this without any explicit content. but I will still be marking and labeling my writing as 18+)

18 + IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.

Warnings: fem!reader, swearing, fluff, this is pretty tame, let me know if I missed anything.

Word count: 1369

Thursday afternoon rolled around faster than you thought it would. Spending most of your time outside with Eddie, picking a handful of small flowers until you had a satisfied bundle of them clutched into your fist, Eddies hand intertwined with your other hand, swinging them back and forth while you walked back to your house to get ready for Hellfire tonight.

Nerves rumbled through your belly so instead of packing up your overnight bag like you usually do- Staying at Eddies after Hellfire became one of your favourite routines. Today felt different, you were actually playing in the campaign Eddie prepared for everyone; usually tucked up in a chair next to Eddies drawing and colouring throughout the game. Eddie had felt bad bringing you with him every time and having you just sit next to him the whole time, so he made a whole campaign to include you.

You asked Eddie to pack your bag for you, knowing it would make you more nervous if you did it yourself. Laying on your bed, legs up the wall, calves pressed as closely as you could get them while being up, the skirt of your dress falling down to your tummy, your full legs bare and on display. The toes of your pink Mary Janes tapping against each other while you attempting to hold up a stuffed bear who was situated on the bottoms of your shoes.

"Baby where's your toothbrush?" Eddie asked coming out of the bathroom.

You stared at him upside down, your head almost hanging off the edge of your bed. "I dunno" You said with a shrug.

"What do you mean you don't know? Did you brush this morning?" He asked tilting his head to the side.

"Yep!"

"And you put your toothbrush somewhere else and forgot huh?" He said knowingly while coming over to give your forehead a quick kiss.

"I guess so" You said furrowing your brows. "Maybe the house goblins took it. You know like the ones in the book?"

"They are quite mischievous aren't they?" Eddie said returning his attention to your pink backpack.

You watched him fold your clothes delicately before tucking them into your bag. Frilly pink pyjamas, soft in contrast to Eddies dark and tough demeanour, a couple pair of undies, a change of clothes for tomorrow along with your sketchbook and glittery pencil case.

"Alright you're all set sweets, ready to head out?"

You frowned lightly but still sat up, letting the blood rush back down to the rest of your body before standing up. Taking eddies outstretched hand and following him back downstairs to his van.

The drive to your old high school was quick, just down the road from your own home, giving you not enough time to calm your nerves.

You twirled around the drama room humming to a song while Eddie began setting everything up. Copies of characters sheets, extra sets of dice, a sharpened pencil at each seat along with a few seats of lined paper just incase anyone needed to write anything down. He was always so diligent with everything he did, and constantly over prepared.

"You alright? You seem quiet" Eddie asked breaking you out of your thoughts.

"I'm nervous" you said honestly, never one to truly lie about your emotions. Eddie came over to you, hands encircling around your waist, warm and protective. He looked down at your concerned face, big doe eyes with thick lashes, a small pout forming on your lips.

"Whatcha nervous for?"

"What if they don't like me" biting your lip and avoiding his gaze.

"They know you already, they love you, you know that" He said reassuringly.

Your heart raced a little bit faster as you could hear the rest of the group coming loudly down the hall. Your words coming out in a rush. "B-but what if I mess somethin' up? What if they don't like playing with me"

Eddie rolled his eyes "Don't be stupid, you k-" You cut him off with a shove, squirming out of his arms and to the door of the room. Tears falling quickly down your eyes.

"Babe what happened?" Eddie said confused, following hot on your heels, reaching for your shoulder but you shrugged it off, flinging the classroom door open till it smacked the shelf on the other side, the uncomfortable looking teens on the other side of the door unsure of what to do as you brushed passed him with a hiccup. "Fucking shit" He mumbled, pushing past the gaggle of kids. "Just set up your shit guys, I'll be back" Eddie said with a rush, jogging to catch up to you shortly after you pushed through the school doors.

"Baby wait!" He reached for your wrist, holding it tightly to stop you from walking, tugging at it to turn you to face him. Your cheeks pink and splotchy from your tears, your lip wobbled when you looked at him. "Baby what's got you so upset"

You yanked roughly against his hand that held your wrist. "You!" You shouted. "Y-you called me stupid" You said with a choked, your other hand coming up to wipe at your nose.

Eddies tensed shoulders dropped, realization coming over him. Upset at himself for using the word towards you even if you didn't mean it the way so many other people did towards you.

"Baby, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that" His grip on your wrist loosening. Bringing his hands up to the base of your neck, thumbs on each sides of your cheeks while they attempted to brush away the rapidly falling tears. "I should have said 'silly' instead, I'm so sorry baby"

"M'not stupid Eds" you sniffled.

"I know my love, I know you're not stupid, you're one of the most brilliant people I've ever met I promise okay? I'm sorry" His eyes searched yours, hoping that you accept his apology. He felt so guilty he let the word slip, normally using any other word he could think of as a replacement.

"People think I'm stupid because I don't have a good memory, and I-I know I'm not always there in my own head, but it's cause I'm thinking about a million things at once!" You huffed.

"I know baby, you don't have to prove yourself to me, I know how smart you are, and what you're capable of, I've seen it, I've seen you" His eyes searching for yours once more. "Can I give you a hug please?"

You didn't give him time to wait, throwing your arms around his neck, burying your face into his shirt. He sighed in relief, his hands wrapping around your back tightly, pressing his nose into your hair, breathing in your cucumber and lavender shampoo.

After a few moments you leaned back to look at him, taking your thumb and wiping gently across his wet lashes. His own eyes watery, seconds away from guilt filled tears rolling down his cheeks, but you wouldn't allow it, seeing him cry would make you crumble.

"Could you ever forgive me?" He said with a small smile and you giggled, looking away from him and across the dark parking lot, noticing how long you had been out here.

"Course I can, but don't say it ever again okay?" Looking back up at him with those big eyes.

"Never" He said spotting your head with kisses. "Never" a kiss "Ever" a kiss "Ever!" he yelled the last one, his hands roaming down your sides, tickling at your waist until he had you doubled over with laughter, trying to wiggle out of his torturous hands.

"I surrender!" You yelled, holding your hands up, huffing out the words admit your giggles. "Truce?" You ask, holding your hand out.

"Truce" he agreed, taking your hand in his and pulling it to his lips to press the daintiest of kissed to the back of your hand.

The doors of the school creaked open and an awkward looking Mike peaked out with a wave. "Uh, just coming to see if everything was good, and uh" he scratched the back of his head. "If you guys were coming back"

"We'll be right in Wheeler" Eddie said giving him a salute before leaning down to envelop your lips with his.

#Eddie Munson #Stranger Things #Eddie Munson Stranger Things #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson x fem!reader #Eddie Munson x femreader #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson x you #Eddie Munson x (y/n)#Eddie Munson imagine #Eddie Munson fluff #Stranger Things imagine #Stranger Things fluff #Eddie Munson smut #Stranger Things smut #hellfiremunsonn

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stagefoureddiediaz · 2 days

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I was reading your tags on the Eddie and Catholicism post you made and 😘. I have been thinking about that bts of Marisol and Chris and how she is dressed so much like Eddie. Such a clear difference from how she has appeared so far. And your thought of her being the physical representation of religion and Eddie’s feelings around them. He has to let go of a part of himself in order to move forward in his journey. I just am 🤯

Hey Nonnie

Thank You 💜💜💜

I too have been musing on that bts of Marisol and Chris - an how it reads very much like she's babysitting him once again (the whole thing is just screaming at me that she's a defacto Carla at this point!!)

They really have set her up as a physical representation of catholicism - especially in Eddie mind - with the virgin Mary visual we got last episode - the show did not want to be subtle! I am here for it - I'm hoping its actually going to be a bit of a fun slightly silly arc for Eddie rather than the darker more intense arcs of pervious seasons - and so far everything is indicating that to be the case - a confused slightly stupid Eddie bumbling along and figuring it out as he goes is a fun contrast that I'm looking forward to getting to see - because he is my blorbo and he is a bit of a dumbass when it comes to himself - man is a master of not peeping over the walls he has built until forced - so comedy forcing him to look would be wonderful!

The fact they have kind of dressed her like Eddie is an interesting one - because she's kind of dressed more like Athena than Eddie to be honest - Eddie doesn't wear balck and khaki all that often- Athena however wears black boots, khaki green trousers and black tops a. Lot! In fact I think if I went and did a count over her costumes in relation to Eddies she would be far far higher inn the khaki wearing department in relation to other colours!

That to me is where the interest lies - because Eddie and Athena have been paralleled a fair amount - especially from a costuming perspective. So the choice to put her in a costume that echos that parallel is a really interesting one to me - especially if we go back to season 1 Athena - an Athena who was dealing with the fall out from Michaels decision to come out of the closet he'd been kept in his whole life - and when they have been making very pointed comments about closets and armoires and moving too fast .

The potential of a parallel of having a partner who is in the closet whilst being in a relationship with you is a super interesting one to me - it speaks volumes for where things could be headed - especially as May and Harry ended up in the middle of that season 1 arc - and we have Christopher going through his own thing in relation to girls and dating and also now having scenes with Marisol.

I may well be drawing a parallel too far with this, however the rest of my reads on how they've dressed her thus far (especially considering they've given her a glow up on s6 Marisol!!) have been pretty close to the mark. So I'm putting it out into the world and we'll see how things play out!

#kym answers things #nonnie asks #costume asks #911 costumes #911 spoilers #marisol nolastname #eddie diaz #911 abc

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hihiimmimi · 1 year

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Hihi!! Idk why but Hero's hair was a MENACE to draw. I usually never have trouble with it, but then again I'm trying out the omori calendar artstyle (djsjkdsm I think the reason why I keep failing at the omori artstyle is because I keep trying to implement all of them at the same time)

Yeahh colouring him was actually a last minute choice lel- I figured I should colour him for the whole feel, but I think it just made it look less omori..

Probably because the original omori calendar art is more saturated? But then I started overthinking about people accusing me of white washing him,,, If you put Mari and Hero side by side, it looks normal, but by himself it might stir some problems and I really didn't want that--

#omori #omori hero #omori style #omori hero fanart #omori fanart #sorry if I rambled a bit too much at the end #I might point out some characteristics of different omori styles in another post #mimi drawing

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bethansfandoms · 1 year

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remus helping sirius come down frm a panic attack pls 🥺

“Settle down,” McGonagall instructed, flicking her wand at the chalkboard at the front of the room. Human transfiguration. Remus refrained from groaning.

He liked transfiguration, he was good at transfiguration, but NEWT level transfiguration the day of the full moon, especially on a topic as difficult as human transfiguration, was the last thing he needed right now.

“I need you to listen very carefully,” McGonagall said once she’d reached the front of the classroom. “Getting this wrong can have catastrophic consequences. And after weeks of learning the theory behind it, today is the first day that you may actually be in danger of inflicting these consequences upon your partner.”

Remus actually did groan a bit at that. It was just his luck they’d be doing a transfiguration practical of all things. He looked over at Sirius who was staring straight ahead, eyes glossed over like he wasn’t really paying attention. “Do you think if I told McGonagall I wasn’t feeling up to it, she’d let us off?” Remus whispered to him.

Sirius didn’t respond, and so Remus poked him gently in the arm. “What?” Sirius asked, jumping slightly.

“I just wondered if-”

“Mr Black, Mr Lupin,” McGonagall said, sternly, “no talking, especially over something as important as this.”

“Never mind,” Remus whispered. “Hey, you okay?” Sirius just nodded, and Remus frowned slightly. He looked down to Sirius’ hands. He was clasping and unclasping them desperately and his leg was bouncing under the desk.

Remus quickly leant down, rummaging around in his bag until he found the muggle ball point pen he always kept on him. He handed it to Sirius before placing his own hand, palm down, on the table.

Remus wasn’t sure when this routine had begun, exactly, but it was one they were now familiar with. Sirius’ shaking hand took the pen from Remus and he flashed a small, thankful smile before taking the lid off of the pen and placing it gently to Remus’ skin.

Sometimes, he connected the small freckles Remus had, turning them into patterns or consolations, or sometimes he’d draw little stars. Remus watched him as he began to draw small flowers next to the scar running across the back of his hand, but his attention was reclaimed by McGonagall who was staring at him, pointedly.

Thankfully, she didn’t say anything, and continued her lecture without scolding him. Remus payed attention this time. When he looked back down to his hand, there was a small spiral of flowers seemingly climbing their way up his scar. He smiled to himself before continuing to listen and letting Sirius continue to draw.

Sirius was so absorbed in what he was doing that he didn’t even notice when McGonagall told them to partner off and carry out their assigned practical task. Remus gently placed his hand over Sirius’. “Are you okay?” he asked again, now that the class was rowdy and talkative.

“It’s nothing,” Sirius mumbled. He handed the pen back to Remus. “We’re doing a practical, right?”

Remus nodded. “Yes. Human transfiguration. We’re just trying to alter one thing about our partners appearance. Like changing hair or eye colour or something simple.”

Sirius nodded. “Right. Okay.” He definitely didn’t look okay as he picked up his wand and stood opposite Remus.

Remus hesitantly got up as well, looking around the classroom for inspiration. Dorcas and Mary were stood at the opposite side of the room, Dorcas’ hair now an alarming shade of pink and Mary cackling manically.

“Do you want to go first?” Remus asked. Sirius just shook his head and pointed to Remus. Remus hesitated. “Sirius, look at me.” Sirius lifted his head but kept his eyes firmly on the floor in front of him. “Tell me you’re okay with me doing this spell.” Sirius nodded. “No, tell me.”

This time he did meet Remus’ eyes with his own. They were wide, and panicked, and Remus placed his wand firmly on the desk and strode towards him. “I’m-” Sirius choked out, but that was all he managed.

Remus searched frantically for McGonagall, eventually meeting here eye and then looking towards the classroom door. McGonagall looked confused, but she nodded, and Remus was pulling Sirius out in an instant.

“Breathe,” he said, softly. Sirius shook his head, his eyes still looking around frantically. Remus gently placed his hand over Sirius’ heart, he could practically feel it beating through his robes. He took Sirius’ hand in his own and placed it on his stomach. “Copy my breathing, okay?”

“Can’t,” Sirius heaved. Remus pressed Sirius’ hand firmer against him and inhaled deeply, held it, and then slowly released.

“You’re okay, Padfoot,” he whispered. “Keep copying me.”

Sirius nodded, letting another sob tear through him. Remus knew he just wanted to curl up on the floor; Remus wouldn’t let him. They stayed there for what felt like hours, Sirius taking a long time before his breathing was finally starting to replicate Remus’. His breaths were still shaky and his eyes were still wide and glossy, but he was breathing slowly, was the important thing.

“Hug or no hug?” Remus asked, because they always asked each other when calming each other down.

“Hug,” Sirius replied, his voice small. Remus wrapped his arms around him in an instant.

“Do you want to tell me what that was about?” Sirius just gripped him tighter. “You don’t have to.”

“It’s silly,” Sirius said, pressing himself impossibly closer.

“What’s our golden rule?”

Sirius let out a laugh. It was small, and brief, but it was there. “Can we sit down?” Remus pulled away, only slightly, and the two of them crumpled to the floor, Remus immediately wrapping his arm back around Sirius and Sirius burying his head into Remus’ chest. “It’s just parent stuff again,” Sirius explained.

Remus nodded. He understood; it happened sometimes. It was one of those things that the marauders all just adjusted to, especially after he’d run away. Sometimes, something would remind him of that night, sometimes something so small that Sirius couldn’t even pinpoint what it was himself.

“That doesn’t often happen in transfiguration,” Remus said gently.

Sirius reached out and took the hand he’d drawn on earlier, tracing Remus’ scar and the flowers around it. “No. No, it’s just… just human transfiguration. It was a punishment sometimes. That’s all.”

Remus tilted Sirius’ face so he could look at him. “You could talk to McGonagall. I’m sure there’s ways around you having to do stuff about it in our exams?”

“It’s one of the hardest forms of transfiguration. It’ll just look like I’m trying to get an easier NEWT exam.”

“You are one of the brightest people in that class, there’s no way anybody would think that you weren’t capable.”

Sirius grinned, “Wrong, Dorcas is the brightest person in that class. You saw what Mary did to her hair.”

Remus kissed him, smiling into it. “Well I’m glad your sense of humour has returned,” he said once they’d broken apart, “but I mean it. McGonagall will understand.”

“Well, do tell what it is that I am to be understanding.”

Sirius and Remus simultaneously snapped their heads to the doorway to see McGonagall looking down at them. Remus felt Sirius pull away slightly but Remus bravely stayed put, pulling Sirius back into him.

“Professor,” Remus started, “it’s just that-”

Maybe it was because she saw that Sirius was still crying, or maybe it was because she knew it was the day of the full moon, or maybe it was the favouritism James constantly insisted that she held for them. Whatever it was, she held her hand up to stop Remus speaking.

“Consider it understood. I’ll be in my office after our lesson. Feel free to drop by then to talk about it. But I assure you, you do not need to worry. Now, will you be returning to my lesson?”

“No,” Remus said, before Sirius even got the chance to open his mouth. “Sorry, professor.”

“Then I’ll get Ms Meadowes to come out with your stuff shortly.” She turned to walk back into the classroom before pausing. “I imagine the two of you will do remarkably well regardless of missing this class. Don’t worry about doing the assignment I set if you don’t find the time.” With that, she walked back into her classroom, shutting the door behind her.

Remus looked back at Sirius, smiling. “See? It’ll be okay.”

“Yeah,” Sirius said. “That was uncharacteristically generous of her. Maybe James is right and we are her favourites.”

Remus squeezed his shoulder before standing an extending an arm to Sirius, pulling him up from the floor. “Okay, we have an hour. Then we can see McGonagall?”

Sirius nodded. “Can we go back to the dormitory and nap?”

“I’m never going to say no to that.” Remus turned back towards the classroom door when he felt Sirius wrap him in a hug again. He twisted around in his grip to hug him back properly. “Are you feeling better now?”

“Yes. I struggle not to feel better around you.”

“Good,” Remus hummed. “I happen to feel the same way about you.”

#wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar fanfic #marauders #marauders era #james potter #wolfstar headcannon #wolfstar oneshot #wolfstar textpost #sirius black headcanon #remus lupin headcanon

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Detective gang and their tumblr blogs

Daisy's blog: dykes4detecting

- has one blog for absolutely everything she posts, and it's all a pretty pink colour

- does also have a rarely used sideblog for fashion

- occasionally makes alarming but nonchalant posts like 'someone threw me into the Nile yesterday lmao'

- but in the tags of the same post it'll be the most devastatingly tragic admittance of feelings you've ever seen like #it was so scary though... #im scared of showers now because of it and it makes me feel so stupid #like getting my feet wet gives me heart palpitations wtf???

- also makes posts like "you'd think people would put a little more effort to kill me considering the effort I put into stopping exactly that" and nobody can tell if she's shitposting or not

- reblogs a lot of historical lesbian content and the occasional Killing Eve gifset

- also reblogs poetry, especially sapphic obviously

- posts her own blackout poetry which is quite popular

Hazel's blog: woctordatson

- back when she was 12/13 Hazel had an entirely BBC Sherlock themed blog which was in fact actually popular and well known, in tumblr anyway

- did not change her blog name from this phase

- used to write Sherlock/Watson fanfic and post it

- (Daisy brings it up every so often and when she does Hazel tells her she wished she'd drowned (jokingly ofc))

- now has several blogs for different things because she likes having everything organised

- one of the blogs is called a-stamp-a-day where she (you guessed it!) posts a stamp a day, and a little bit about it

- (I hc Hazel to collect them and have a focused interest in them)

- another blog is poetry themed, and she ofc reblogs all of Daisy's blackout poems

- reblogs a lot of those gif stimboards (visual stimmer fr fr)

- LOVES the haiku bot

George's blog: beetles-and-boatles

- posts a lot about the Mary Celeste which are half detailed research posts and the other half is just 'the mystery of the Mary Celeste lives in my head rent free'

- may also post about other unsolved mysteries too

- made one joke post about Daisy acting like he didn't know her and posting 'ok so in December the Guardian says this girl died after a cult member threw her overboard a boat in Egypt and yet the BBC had an article last week reporting how she was at her father's funeral??? I have Questions'

- however it blew up and now Daisy Wells is lowkey an unsolved mystery tumblr superstar. George finds this hilarious

- also posts pictures of his pet beetles and infodumps about them

- very very very occasionally makes an incredible vague post about his crush like 'he adjusted my school tie and I leant into his hand,,, having a crush is horrific'

Alex's blog: spaceistrans

- says he doesn't have a doctor who blog but so clearly has a doctor who blog

- has doctor who quote "In 900 years of time and space, I’ve never met anyone who wasn’t important" as his header

- draws a lot of cute little pride icons, especially aromantic ones that are fairly popular

- also posts a lot about space like "there's an eclipse today!!!" and then he makes a post of the times in different countries you can see it

- reblogs all of George's unsolved mystery researched posts with super supportive tags like #this is so well researched!!!

- has a scheduled post each month that just says 'fuck you mom' (Daisy spam reblogs this every time it shows up on her dash)

- reblogs a lot of dw fanart and gif stimboards

#murder most unladylike #mmu #daisy wells #hazel wong #george mukherjee #alexander arcady #mmu headcannons

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bethanydelleman · 1 year

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Mary Bennet: Is it Canon?

Mary wears glasses

Fanon (I’m using this term to cover adaptations and JAFF), not canon. Never mentioned.

Mary wears dark colours/dresses like a nun/she is secretly Jane Eyre

Fanon, not canon. Never mentioned in the book and unlikely since Mrs. Bennet is trying to get them all married. She probably wears similar things to the rest of her sisters, though she may trim her gowns and hats less.

Mary styles her hair differently

Fanon, not canon. Never mentioned. Their hair is probably all done by the same upper housemaid whom Mrs. Bennet tells to focus on Jane instead of Kitty on one occasion.

Mary loves Fordyce’s sermons

Fanon, not canon. Mr. Collins chose what book to read and we are never specifically told any books that Mary reads. According to David Shapard, Mary quotes the novel Evelina by Frances Burney either Lectures on Rhetoric and Belles Letters by Hugh Blair or Letters on the Improvement of the Mind by Hester Chapone. It is reasonable to assume she may have read Fordyce since it is in the house, but we don’t know if she liked it. If she was obsessed with it, she’d probably quote it more often.

Mary is intelligent

Mary wants to be seen as intelligent, but she mostly just parrots things she has read without actually integrating the knowledge. This is why Mr. Bennet says she makes “extracts”, which would be a collection of quotes. She has a very shallow understanding of what she reads and therefore cannot use her knowledge without preparation, as we see in Ch 2.

“What can be the meaning of that emphatic exclamation?” cried he. “Do you consider the forms of introduction, and the stress that is laid on them, as nonsense? I cannot quite agree with you there. What say you, Mary? For you are a young lady of deep reflection, I know, and read great books, and make extracts.”

Mary wished to say something very sensible, but knew not how.

Mr. Bennet is actually mocking Mary there (father of the year).

Being smart is Mary’s personal expression of vanity. Today you would think of her as a know-it-all, but one who spouts trivia instead of actually thinking about deep topics.

Mary is a wallflower/shy

Mary is very eager to put herself on display and be the centre of attention:

Mary, after very little entreaty, preparing to oblige the company. By many significant looks and silent entreaties did she endeavour to prevent such a proof of complaisance,—but in vain; Mary would not understand them; such an opportunity of exhibiting was delightful to her, and she began her song. (Ch 18)

Fanny Price (Mansfield Park), who wants to be a wallflower and is shy, refuses to learn how to play at all, probably because she doesn’t want this sort of attention. Mary’s speeches are another example of her displaying herself. She is drawing attention, not trying to hide.

Mary sings/plays terribly

Fanon, not canon. Mary plays pedantically. It’s not fun to listen to her because she plays technically difficult pieces when you just want some nice music. As a modern example, she plays classical music when you want a pop song.

At the Netherfield ball we hear, “Mary’s powers were by no means fitted for such a display; her voice was weak, and her manner affected.” According to David Shapard, the voice being weak means that Mary gets worse over time, so the fact that she is doing a second son is the real problem. She’s not off-key. And her manner is affected, as in she’s showing off and that is easy to perceive. So while Mary plays better than Elizabeth, she plays for her own vanity instead of for other’s pleasure.

Mary doesn’t dance

Fanon, not canon. We never hear of Mary dancing, but she does attend balls and if someone asks her, she assumably would dance. We know Mr. Collins intended to dance with all his cousins in chronological order, except for Elizabeth being first. It’s probably not mentioned because Mary isn’t a main character or having a romance during the novel.

Mary spends all her time studying

True. While she does go to evening engagements, Mary declines every time her sisters invite her to go somewhere during the day and Jane says she is reading instead of attending to her grief-stricken mother.

So what is Mary? She knows she isn’t beautiful, so instead she shows off her accomplishments and memorized quotations. She has a pretty bad relationship with her sisters. While her behaviour seems better to us than Lydia and Kitty’s, she is vulgar because she puts herself forward for praise and display. Fortunately, she is only nineteen years old so hopefully she will improve over time.

Reference: David Shapard’s The Annotated Pride and Prejudice

The Mary Map (a collection of every reference to Mary Bennet in P&P)

#mary bennet #pride and prejudice #fanon or canon #public service announcement #glasses = bookish trope #jane austen #JAFF

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Maybe most ineffective no-nuance writing advice is susceptible to the problem of trying to find one or a few "problem items" and thinking like eliminating them in all possible circumstances is the objective forever key to objectively good writing.

Like, for a few examples:

Epithet overuse

No-nuance advice: You're saying your character's name too much. Call them by their hair colour or height so your prose doesn't suck bad forever. Cut out names to be good.

What might help people understand their writing better and what they're trying to accomplish: epithets draw attention to the trait you're pointing out, so if you're going to use one, it might be helpful to pick a relevant trait your narrator or protagonist might notice that means something instead of defaulting to their hair colour every time. Also, most people don't think of their friends through epithets all the time once they know their names, so consider what doing this does to the perceived level of familiarity we have with the cast.

"Mary Sues"

No-nuance advice: if your character is powerful and has weird coloured eyes and hair and is good at things and people like them, that's a Mary Sue and bad forever so don't ever give a character colourful design traits or talents. Cut out 'weird' designs and any skills to be good.

What might help: the trouble with "Mary Sues" is often their tendency to bend an established story, or the story they're in, to serve them when it's not realistic (or endearing to the audience, who might have liked the established world, actually!). Consider the worldbuilding you're using and if your new character fits that without having to sacrifice the characterization of every other character or the physical limits of what are possible in the world for this one extra character. There are ways to make a character Cool without also throwing away the foundations of enjoyable storytelling everywhere else, and it probably has very little to do with their eye colour, really.

(obligatory disclaimer that the term as it is used out of its Star Trek fanfiction context is not particularly helpful at also being meaningful 21st century writing advice especially since people's definitions of it range from "a character whose existence in the narrative bends the story in ways that don't make sense" to "a woman in a story that had a role" depending on which end of the sliding scale of credibility or lack thereof you ask :( obligatory disclaimer that I am using the term because you know what I'm trying to get at in general when I put the name in the post, and it's an effective catch-all term for the type of writing advice I'm trying to make fun of here even if it's not effective as general writing advice itself).

Said is dead

No-nuance advice: said is a bad plain boring word for bad plain boring writers. Use fancy synonyms all the time instead to prove your big vocabulary. Cut out 'said' to be good.

What might help: Too much unintended and prolonged repetition can be unpleasant to read for many, and too much 'said' can contribute to this. Use synonyms sometimes to enhance the meaning you're already trying to convey, but also vary your sentence structure so not every sentence is repetitive enough in form to warrant a dialogue tag, said or otherwise. Varied sentences of different lengths and styles can provide different effects, so using the ones that will get the intended point or pacing across better will make for more effective prose. There is no one magical dialogue tag to use or avoid that will fix the actual stylings of the prose.

Kill Your Darlings

No-nuance: everything you think is good is bad and you should take out the scenes you like. Cut out the parts you love for the sake of it.

What might help: Sometimes a scene you wrote that you thought is cool unfortunately, in retrospect, does not fit the tone, theme, worldbuilding, story, or something else of the book you intended to write. Please do not hesitate to edit or remove a piece just because you love it if it harms your vision for the rest of the book. A little utilitarianism might help you put the good of the whole book over the good of the one scene if the two cannot coexist peacefully.

I think a lot of advice that tries to be a 'life hack' for Objectively Good writing is reductive and lacks substance. If a piece of advice is suggesting you to remove something no matter what, and that's all you have to do to write well, it's no better than clickbait to me. The goal should be to try to understand what effect certain elements have on a story, so you can proceed knowing if the way you would like to utilise it is effective for the story you're trying to tell. But this requires nuance on the part of the advice provider, and maybe for them to concede that sometimes things they hate reading can be used effectively, and it requires the author to know what they're trying to do with the story they're telling. So it's a lot easier, perhaps, for a lot of people, to cut all exclamation points forever, cut all adverbs forever, so on and so forth, without learning how to use them effectively.

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