Ok since the whole tumblr is obsessed with Yuri!!! on Ice
I decided to give some advices especially to the artists who draw russian characters to make it less cringy for myself. I’m sure somebody might have already done something like this but I still want to bring up some points.
- to all shippers out there: russians wear wedding rings on the RIGHT HAND, not on the left;
- we also don’t have a tradition of the engagement rings;
- please, please, PLEASE don’t try to write/use russian phrases unless you actually know the language or can ask someone who knows it. Non-speakers won’t get them, latin transliteration is ugly as fuck, not to mention that the translator will 99.9% get it wrong somewhere. Use english, really;
- the same goes to writing in russian: please don’t do it unless you know how to. Redrawing russian printed letters looks weird at best. Russian cursive is a bitch but at least it’s a beautiful bitch;
- russians don’t celebrate Christmas on the December 25th. Orthodox Christmas is celebrated on the 7th of January and it’s not as global as western Christmas. It’s more of a religious tradition. But New Year celebration in Russia is HUGE. So if you want to draw a winter thematic art, new year theme would suit better;
- (also we don’t have Halloween);
- according to the rules of transliteration it’s ‘Viktor’. Not ‘Victor’;
- when drawing scenes of russian character with people they’re close to, use their short name forms. Especially with lovers. (So yeah use ‘Vitya’ and ‘Yura’ it’s really nice);
- there are more forms of russian names: some are tender, some are playful, some are cute, some even are weird. If you want to know a specific form just ask someone who’s native. But common short forms work almost always;
- there’s a difference between ‘nickname’ and 'short form of a name’. Russian names are very inclusive - all short forms of our name are also used as our name. Not in the official documents obviously but everywhere else. Like friends would never call each other by their full form names unless it’s a joke or 'their thing’;
- but things are different when it comes to a social hierarchy: for example a mentor can (and in most cases will) call their student by common short form of their name but student has to call their mentor by their full form and also add their 'otchestvo’ (father’s name, not the same as a second name), unless there is little or no age difference between them;
- this is more like a subjective opinion from me but being called by a full name by a close person (family/friend/lover) is somewhat mentally tiring for a russian. I mean it’s not like short form is an optional nickname that is used in specific situations by specific people. It’s a name that russian person hears for the most time. Being called by an 'official’ form all the time is quite exhausting. But maybe it’s just me;
- also this is totally off-topic but Yuri freaking out because there is another Yuuri with a name that is similar to his is so ridiculous. I mean russian names are common. Just while my school times I’ve met about 6 girls whose name was also 'Tatyana’. We didn’t shout at each other in the toilet.
Ok I think that’s it for now. Though I might have forgot something. Hm.
Somebody will probably disagree with me or will think that’s not important but I don’t care. It was worth a try.
Yeah, of course all of the above aren’t obligations but if you actually took them into consideration it would be really nice.
People wanted to see more of the Secret Agent AU, so here have some sketches that have been sitting around in my folders. I was/am planning on making some sort of comic out of it, but I haven’t had the time yet. Stay tuned for possible future comic strips with this AU!!
Concept: In the Marvel universe, there’s a bunch of rabbis who come together to debate the validity of shit Magneto said/did. (I love the headcanon that Mags is largely unobservant and thus makes a whole lot of unhalchic pronouncements.) They’ve been having monthly meetings in the same community center for ages now (excepting the period where Magneto was turned into a baby), but the first time they actually meet Magneto is when he suddenly drops from the ceiling where he had apparently stuck himself to listen and flies off with one of the rabbis.
“I apologize,” he says to the poor person he kidnapped and is now levitating along, “I find your arguments the most compelling of those in your group and…it’s just that my grandson is going to be married and he doesn’t currently have a rabbi, can you believe that?”
Meanwhile, back at the community center where everyone is still gaping, the Scarlet Witch appears in a blaze of magic. “He really did it, didn’t he?” Wanda sighs. “I am so sorry.” She flies off too, yelling “Dad, no!” into the distance.
Killian groaned in protest. He took one look at the clock, and grumbled. It was too early… even for him. “Emma, we had a busy day yesterday, and I’m bloody exhausted. Can we at least wait until the sun comes up?”
They were getting married in a week, and the Charming’s were not only bogging him and Emma down with all sorts of wedding details… they were bickering amongst themselves every step of the way.
Not that he truly wanted to complain. He was marrying the love of his life, and agreed that everything needed to be perfect. Emma deserved no less.
“Do you want to get married or not?” she asked, clearly frustrated that he wasn’t moving fast enough.
“Of course I do,” he sighed, “but we aren’t meeting with the baker until noon. Please darling, let me rest.”
“I’ve been thinking…” she mused. Right in his ear. Bloody hell, the woman was not going to let him sleep. Ignoring his groan, she continued. “Why are we going crazy with my parents? We can get married now.”
“Your mother would kill us,” he reminded her. “She’s spent so much time on this-”
“Oh… we can have that wedding too,” she assured him. “I wouldn’t take that from my parents. But… it’s all kind of overwhelming, don’t you think?”
“What do you mean?” Curiosity now piqued, he sat up and looked at her.
“It’s great,” she said, “and I like the idea of a big, princess-y wedding… but I also like the idea of just you and me… exchanging our vows on the Jolly Roger…”
“-Had a secret wedding of their own,” she interrupted. “And they don’t have to know. It doesn’t even have to be official. Just… something you and I can share together… before we do the whole thing in front of the entire town.”
“So, why did you wake me now?” He asked. It was a great idea, but it was also two in the morning.
“Because we have an appointment with the baker at noon,” she said, “and the second the sun rises, my parents will be here, ready for breakfast and another day of wedding planning.”
He didn’t quite catch on until she hopped out of bed and made her way to the bathroom. She meant to do this now. “Emma, who’s going to marry us at this ungodly hour?”
“Lancelot is meeting us at the Jolly in an hour,” she giggled. “Unless you have any objections.”
“No objections at all, love,” he grinned. “But why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“You were sleeping, I was thinking…” she shrugged. “And fortunately, I wasn’t the only one needing a midnight hot chocolate at Granny’s.”
“We have hot chocolate here…”
“I needed a walk, and so did Lancelot apparently. We got to talking, and now, you need to get up if you want to do this.” She gave him an adorable little smirk, “we can save time by showering together, Captain.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. In a flash, he was following her into the bathroom for a shower.
They wound up being late to their own secret wedding.
Saturdays are Credence’s favourite. Lazy and peaceful, they lack the nervous anticipation of Sundays, the old urge to jump out of bed with first rays of sun to prepare for the morning mass. On Saturdays, his body is resting, recovering from whatever activities he and Mr Graves enjoyed the evening before, aching blissfully in all the right places - he can still feel Mr Graves’ teeth on his bare arm, and for the first time in his life he wishes the mark could turn into a scar. He’d given Mr Graves a scar before, thin and silvery, barely visible under his left ear where Credence cut his skin with an uneven nail. Mr Graves jokes Credence got possessive. Truly, there’s little place to argue.
Mr Graves likes sleeping in. Monday to Friday he’s fighting the urge to stay home just a little bit longer, safe in the warm bed. Credence isn’t especially helpful, putting MACUSA at risk of loosing their dear Director to his never-ending goodbye kisses, greedy to keep Mr Graves all for himself. Every Monday Mr Graves tries to fight. Every Friday he promises he’ll opt for early retirement.
Credence feels the soft rumble of Mr Graves’ semi-conscious mumbling and he sinks further into the his arms, sheltering himself next to the steadily beating heart. The morning lights form an oddly angelic halo around Mr Graves’ head and Credence can’t help smiling like a fool.
“What is it?” He barely hears the whisper getting lost in his hair. “Did I say something funny?”
“You said you wanted to get married.”
He feels Mr Graves chuckle. Somehow, his fingers find a way around Credence’s waist, drawing small lazy circles on his warm skin.
“We’ve been married for the past four years, love.”
Credence smiles into the kiss that follows - soft, worshipping, claiming - wondering if he’ll be ever able to believe.
Last day of Dorianmance week, my last excuse to draw Garret and Dorian’s wedding. I actually painted this one first but wanted to save it for last, these fools deserve all the happiness life can bring. Accompanying fic in the works on AO3.