complete and utter fluff, post-canon Cardassia-style.
I think it was AuroraNova who came up with anshwar, resting foreheads together as a Cardassian gesture of intimacy. At least, I first encountered it in their post-canon fic and I loved it.
Bashir’s scarf is both a concession to the fact that post-Dominion-bombardment Cardassia is a giant dustbowl, and to modesty, since the lack of neckridges makes his outfits somewhat scandalously revealing (fancanon that Julian’s collarbones are the single greatest threat to Cardassian political stability is courtesy of thehoyden’s Letters from the Northern Continent)
BSD rarepair week day 7: free theme: akutagawa ryuunosuke has eyebrows high school AU
I would love to see more of ryuunosuke and gin’s interactions in the manga tbh
Also thanks to all the mods at @bsd-rarepairweek for hosting this event! It’s been tonnes of fun and I got to draw themes and relationships I never thought of drawing before. I didn’t expect to finish all the prompts but somehow I did; here are all the other submissions
Grmph. I’m supposed to write but I just spent all morning gushing over pole dancers with the friend I’m teaching to pole and now all I wanna do is pole in my Aeris dress even though I haven’t seriously danced in like 3 years and aaaaaaahh
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Been wanting to do this for forever…one of the early RPs I encountered when I first came here was of the Doctor taking Clara shoe shopping in 1950s Italy (naturally he was bored to death while she went shoe crazy)…
Can you do a imagine where your father is a werewolf and because of this you have a scar in your neck and others in your back, and you are really insecure and fluff with Remus please?
I touch the fading scar on my neck and sigh before allowing
my hair to drop back down and cover it. I dab some more makeup on the scars
littered on my face and stood up, smoothing out my uniform and head down to the
common room. People were littered out across the massive room and I greet them
politely before making my way over to the bookshelf and taking down an advance
copy of Mythical Creatures and Beasts. I
then take a seat in a comfortable leather seat, legs folded underneath me, and
open the novel to the very first page. I was so engrossed in the beautifully
written literature that I hardly noticed the burning gaze that came from across
“Excuse me,” I slowly draw my eyes away from the paragraph I
was reading and look up to see Remus Lupin standing before me. There was a
faint blush on his pale cheeks and I smile kindly as I take a quick once over
of his tall lean form. “I hope I’m not interrupting you but I was wondering if
you would be finished with that book soon.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, did you perhaps need it?” I question,
stretching the book out for him to take but he shakes his head and gives me a
fond smile. I could see that he really wanted to read the book as well and that
was when a bright idea came to me,” would you like to join me? We could both
read the book from the beginning once more.”
“Thank you, I’m Remus Lupin by the way,” I blush and tells
him that I already know who he is, he was a legend in the Gryffindor house
along with his friends. “Since you already know my name, what’s yours?”
“I’m (Y/N) but my friends call me (nickname) instead, my
friends back home that is,” I ramble and he chuckles before taking a seat
beside me and snuggling up close. I casually flip back to the first page and
begin reading aloud, he didn’t seem to mind so I continued. It was hours before
either of us took a break and when I looked up Remus was dozing off to sleep. I
laughed underneath my breath and pull a blanket up over our bodies before
resting my head on his shoulder and deciding to sleep as well.
I scrunch my face up in confusion and slowly open my eyes so
that they would adjust to the afternoon lit common room. I was enjoying the
peaceful nap but I had this nagging feeling in the back of my mind, it was confirmed
when I felt Remus run his cold fingers along the scars that littered my back. I
tense underneath his gentle graze and try to pull away but he wraps his other
hand around my hips and tug me into his warm form. The corner of my eyes burned
with unshed tears and I blink once, twice before they actually start to fall
down my cheek. I had to bite my bottom lip to keep the sobs from echoing in the
“I’m not here to judge you (Y/N), I know how tough it is to
deal with the aftermath of a full moon. I don’t want you to hide from me, you’re
beautiful,” Remus mumbles against the shell of my ear.
“How can you find a freak like me beautiful? No one can love
something so hideous,” I choke out, all my life I was use to people staring at
me when I walked down the street. They would whisper about my scars or some
would be rude enough to come straight up to my face and demand I tell them
about my scar, I couldn’t go to the beach or wear certain clothing in the fear
that my deep scars would be seen and the little friends I had now would leave
me all alone.
I feel Remus slip out from underneath the warm blanket, his
feet padding against the floor as he walks around to my side and stretches a
hand out to my still laying form. “Walk with me?” He asks and I look from his
hand to his face and nod before taking his hand and standing up.
“Where are we going?” I question but he simply holds a
finger up to my lip and lead me out of the common room and down the everlasting
spiral stairs. I allow the cute brunette to drag me across the whole entire
school and I look at him in confusion when we come to a stop in front of a dead
“Just watch,” He whispers and I look at the wall and gasp
when the wall starts to morph and shimmer into a solid oak door. We stepped
inside and I immediately smile and spin around to look at all the beautiful
designs; the windows were etched with frost ferns and the ceiling was enchanted
to look like the Northern Lights, changing colors every few seconds. The room was bare except for the single floor
length mirror that stood in the center of the room, the borders were a rich
champagne hue with detailed swirls and loops that all connected at the top to
form a heart that shimmered under the lighting.
“Beautiful,” I whisper and reach out to touch the unique
design when I spot Remus moving closer, coming to a stop behind me.
“Do you know what I see?” He questions and I shake my head
as I gaze at him through the mirror. He smiles and grabs my waist as he uses
one hand to push away my hair and show my most hideous feature. “I see a brave
Gryffindor girl who doesn’t see just how wonderful she really is. The scar
doesn’t define who she is and in my opinion it makes her seem way badass.”
I laugh and turn around in his arms so that I could wrap
mines around his neck. I tilt my head back so that I could see his face fully
and actually smiled, something I’ve been doing a lot today around him. “Do you
mean it?” I ask and he nods before leaning down to brush his nose against mine
“I’ve never met someone as beautiful as you before, I don’t
care that you have a scar it just shows that you are strong and can survive
anything. I like you for you (Y/N) and I wouldn’t wish for you to be any other
way,” he says truthfully and I stare at him in surprise before nodding my head.
“You’re a really cheesy guy but Thank you, I’ve never had
someone say something so nice to me,” I whisper lowly and he chuckles lightly
before pressing a butterfly erupting kiss on my forehead.
“Well I guess you’re just going have to get use to my cheesiness
and my compliments,” He mumbles against my skin and then pulls away and lightly
touch my neck, electricity traveling down my spine and causing my heart to
“You’re going to spoil me Mr Lupin,” I stammer out, resting
a finger against his cheek and he just smiles.