cat wearing a monocle

russian classical authors like guys from high school 

(just some of them, both novelists and poets)

Pushkin: popular guy who’s  good at freestyle rap, untrustworthy lady’s man, the main editor and the founder of school’s newspaper, fluent in french

Lermontov: Emo, loves the most popular girl in school, but also hates her (and the rest of the school too), reckless, likes mountains and the idea of spirit of freedom, good at painting, but nobody knows.

Leo Tolstoy: teachers hates his essays bc they’re too long, writes text in half-page long sentences, cheated on his girlfriend several times.

Gogol: some dudes are mocking him bc of his nose and haircut, has good sense of humour, writes satirical articles for school’s newspaper, loves everything his mom cooks.

Dostoyevsky: likes to stay in the shadow, had difficult childhood, once forgot to return a pen he had borrowed and can’t sleep well at night ever since, poor, hates bright colours

Kuprin: desperately falls in love with everybody, constantly writes lots of love letters, buys expensive jewlery to his girlfriend.

Griboyedov: natural born diplomat, sharp-witted, mood swings, travelled to middle asia once, wears glasses and fancy scarfs.

Bulgakov: smokes tobacco pipe, likes black cats and tweed suits, wears monocle and lots of hair gel, mysterious, walks a lot at night.

Esenin: underage alcoholic, an actual hillbilly, girls always love his hair, spends at least one month in the summer in the coutnryside with his grandparents, always ready to fight.

Mayakovsky: tall and loud, talks about weird futuristic shit a lot, always makes up new strange words, good at debates and discussions, depressed deeply inside, somehow handsome.

emi010  asked:

OH OH OH YOU'RE DOIN MORE FAN STUFF YAY Um 42 or 43 Kaishin? Both seem indicative of havoc, so. Kaishin havoc is best havoc.

Sure, I’ll see what I can do.  Not sure if I’m feeling up for havoc, per se, but I hope you’ll enjoy this regardless.  8)


The Detective Boys stood in front of Kaito, acting as a wall.  Haibara was sitting in the kitchen behind them.  She had two cups of tea.  When she met his eyes, she nodded to the extra.  His, then.

Shinichi narrowed his eyes.

“The kids seem to think you’re in trouble, and Haibara seems to think I need tea.  What exactly did you do while I was gone, Kaito?“  Shinichi met eyes with each child in front of him, ending with his boyfriend.

“Okay, so, I need you to promise you won’t be mad.“  Kaito held up his hands, placating.

Shinichi crossed his arms.  "I’m not going to do that.”

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