Mysteriouslytragic - Ivy

Wishing I had a friend to play minecraft with me rn

–me, who does not know how to play minecraft and is patiently waiting for someone to teach me

if this happens again I’m gonna assume I’m somehow accidentally doing it on purpose

“That’s the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen!”

“Excuse you, Prongs, it’s artistry, not that you’d know,”

Holding it up with the proudest expression on his face, Sirius revealed the jumper he’d been working on. It was a frankly alarming shade of red, with green Christmas trees scattered at random. The sleeves and collars were a bright shade of green- the same as the Christmas trees.

James thought it was hideous.

Sirius thought it was the greatest jumper in all of history.

“I’m sure you wouldn’t mind wearing this artistry down to lunch then, would you, Pads?”

“As a matter of fact,” said Sirius, looking James directly in the eye with a smug grin, as he pulled the jumper over his neck. “I think I will.”

The bright red and green clashed heavily with the faded eyeliner that rimmed his eyes and messy black hair, but Sirius’s ear to ear grin was more than contagious enough to distract.

“Hey Pads? Do you still have-” started Remus from the staircase, voice abruptly stopping the second he spotted Sirius. “What the fuck has Prongs done this time?”

“Why Moony, how could you say such a thing about my newest piece of fashion? It’s simply-” he flipped his hair exaggeratedly, before continuing, “fabulous!”

“An effort was made,” deadpanned Remus.

“And you could do better?”

“Why Padfoot,” imitated Remus in a very close voice. “Of course I could!”

“Go on then,” challenged Sirius. “I dare you.”

“What do I get in return?”

“Hmmm… I’ll buy your chocolate stash for a month! Oh, and wear it for the next week straight!”

Remus’s avid smile was more than enough answer.

~~~

“So would you prefer a Christmas jumper, or a normal one?”

Looking up from his textbook, Sirius turned to meet Remus’s eyes. “What d’you mean?”

“The jumper I’m making. For the bet?”

“Oh. Oh, Moony, there’s no need. I’ll always buy your chocolate stash for a month, you don’t need to do all that.”

“But I want to. So tell me, Christmas or-”

“Could you two gentlemen please pay attention? Or do you have better things to talk about? In which case, I invite you two to share it with the entire class.”

Professor McGonagall seemed very irate, and Sirius’s hand jerked away in surprise from where it’d been holding Remus’s under the table.

About to mutter a “sorry professor,” Remus got interrupted by Sirius saying loudly “Oh professor, nothing could be better than your classes, I mean, transfiguration is my favourite subject for a reason, and it definitely isn’t all the homework.”

“As flattering as that was, we both know that wasn’t true, Sirius, so if you could kindly pay attention, that would be lovely.”

Turning back to the board, McGonagall continued whatever she was focusing on. But Remus felt a note put in his hand as Sirius held it below the table.

Opening it up, it said in Sirius’s familiar scrawl “christmas will do just fine, but you won’t be able to beat the sheer beauty mine radiates.”

Grinning, Remus silently waited ‘til he could get his hands on some wool.

~~~

If the feast two days before Christmas was so magnificent, there were high expectations for when the festival actually arrived. With turkey and rich gravy, heaps of mashed potatoes and way too much dessert, everyone lingered in the great hall much longer than usual. Everyone except Remus.

“Why are you heading up so early?” Asked Sirius in complete and utter surprise when Remus mentioned it. “Have you seen the feast today? They even have chocolate fudge!”

“I know,” said Remus, looking torn between the table and the door. “But I have other things to do.”

“More important than this?”

“Sadly.”

“Finee,” drawled James, dragging the word out. “We’ll save you some fudge!”

“I owe you!”

As Remus climbed up the stairs, he brushed back a strand of hair and mentally made a note of the designs he could weave into the jumper. Grabbing the red wool from his drawer, he slumped down onto the bed to start.

Intertwining the wool between the needles, Remus’s head buzzed with ideas to make this jumper better than the others. Maybe he lost track of time, because before he knew it, James and Sirius’s telltale steps and sleepy chatter became louder as they headed to the dorm.

“-but the best thing about him has to be his beard. Imagine how much he’d have to comb it!”

“His clothes are much better, Prongs, haven’t you seen the way he matches his hats to his robes?”

“But it wouldn’t look the same without the beard would it?”

“You know, you may have a point-”

“I don’t know, maybe the greatest part of Dumbledore- the greatest wizard, well, ever- is his magic?” Added Peter dryly.

“Not really,” hummed Sirius at the same time James went “Nah.”

“Moony! What do you-”

“I have to agree with James,” started Remus, exchanging a grin with him. “His beard is simply iconic.”

“See! Moony agrees!”

“But you said you liked his hat better! Remember? When we were late to transfiguration?” Asked Sirius accusatorily, swinging his arms about lazily.

“I did?”

Remus looked confused- the type that wasn’t fake.

“Agree to disagree? I’m too sleepy to argue anym-” James trailed off into a yawn, caught by the rest of them.

“Just this once, Prongs,” mumbled Sirius trying not to yawn again.

As the three of them turned away, Remus reached below his pillow for the half finished jumper, and picked up his wand before muttering spells.

It was a simple charm he was trying to do, and shouldn’t have taken as long as it did. But with no way to test it himself, Remus was left hoping it would work the next day.

~~~

Rubbing his eyes, Remus woke up feeling a bit groggy, before he remembered the jumper he was ready to give. Waving his wand, he watched as the jumper wrapped itself in red wrapping paper and neatly finished off with a gold ribbon.

Climbing softly into Sirius’s bed, he gently brushed a strand of hair away from Sirius’s face. “Pads?”

Stirring slightly, Sirius mumbled something incoherent before snuggling into Remus’s chest, making him smile.

“Pads, I’ve got something for you.”

“Too early,” mumbled Sirius, burying his head deeper into Remus’s chest and pulling closer.

“It’s only-” Remus checked his watch. “Eight in the morning!”

“And that’s too early to watch Prongs practice quidditch, huh?”

“Well,” started Remus, trying to come up with something. “Just- wake up!”

“Mkay, okay, I’m waking up,” yawned Sirius, slowly opening his eyes and pushing himself up. His eyes were still barely open, as he pushed the hair out of his face. “What is it?”

“Remember when you dared me to make a jumper?”

“You actually did it?” Asked Sirius, grinning and suddenly a bit more awake. 

Passing over the box, Remus grinned almost shyly. “Consider it an early Christmas gift. Seeing that you will be wearing it for the next week straight.”

Sirius’s eyes widened. “I said that?”

“Yes, you did,” said Remus, his grin growing wider.

“I did, didn’t I? Well,” said Sirius, a bit brighter, all the sleepiness gone from his voice. “Let’s see if you live up to your word.”

Messily unwrapping the ribbon, Sirius bit his lip in anticipation and tore the wrapping paper.

Holding it up, the widest, most earnest smile spread across Sirius’s lips. Beautifully detailed snowflakes were charmed to slowly flutter in a non existent breeze, over a red background, confined by horizontal stripes. Another layer of stripes had reindeers that seemed to be following each other in pounce, and Sirius chuckled softly when he noticed.

“Thank you- I- this… really is amazing, Moons, where’d you learn it?”

“You haven’t seen the best part yet,” said Remus, with anticipation. “Put it on.”

Pulling his shirt over his head, Sirius shrugged into the jumper. It seemed to fit absolutely perfectly, the sleeves falling barely an inch over his wrists.

“Now transform into Padfoot,” said Remus, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

“What?”

“Turn into Padfoot,” repeated Remus with a grin.

Looking wary, Sirius transformed and was replaced with Padfoot- only, he was still wearing the same Christmas jumper, simply adjusted. When realisation hit him, Sirius transformed back with the biggest grin on his face looking impressed.

“You- you actually did that? How?”

“Magic.”

Sirius rolled his eyes but his smile was more than happy. “I’d wear this for much more than one week straight.”

“Would you buy my chocolate for more than a month?”

“Of course,” chuckled Sirius, moving in for a gentle kiss and bringing a hand through Remus’s hair. “Merry Christmas in advance- it’s tomorrow,” he whispered excitedly.

“It is, and it’s going to be awesome.”

The Guanyin temple confession is maybe my favorite scene of any piece of media I've ever consumed because it's so unpredictable.

You got the villain just halting his evil plot, full stop, in the middle of his gloating speech, no less, because "What do you MEAN you guys aren't even together?! What?! No, no, no, there won't be any romantic misunderstanding in my hostage situation! Honey, tell him!"

And then the calmest, most polite character alive procceeds to go his version of apeshit on this punk like "my brother like-likes you, you fucking pinecone! You useless twink! We all thought you were a hoe but you are just an imbecile!" (Which is a nice parallel to the Jiang brothers' hatred for the peacock, but I digress)

And THEN, when it's the perfect moment for a climatic love confession, homeboy goes and screams for everyone to hear that he... really wanted that dick, Hanguang-jun! Where's love? Who cares? WWX wants to ride you like a carnival ride: sticky and filthy and multiple times.

It's a wonder that Xichen didn't yank that string from Jing GuangYao to strangle WWX himself.

This has been my favorite addition, I cackled like a seal irl lol

lwj during wwx’s cool 3 month vacation be like

just imagine how sirius would react when he finds out harry is dating ginny, ron's little sister

harry is calmly eating breakfast one day when he gets a howler, and he's never gotten a howler before, so he panics thinking it's one of his dads and he tries to banish it but the thing explodes and it's sirius

"HARRY JAMES POTTER, I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WOULD DO THIS! IS THIS THE WAY JAMES AND REGULUS RAISED YOU? IS THIS THE WAY WE RAISED YOU? I AM SO— remus, let go of me, don't you see i'm busy— I AM SO DISAPPOINTED IN YOU! YOUR BEST FRIEND'S SISTER, NO LESS! YOUNG MAN YOU HAVE NO MORALS! NO RESPECT! YOU ARE GROUNDED FOR— what exactly is it you find funny, james? the poetic irony of this betrayal? regulus, stop laughing before i hex you, and you too peter, this isn't fucking funny—"

and ron laughs so hard he forgives harry on the spot

One thing that bothers me in Character.Ai is that how readily Characters reveal ALL their information. Like, how am I supposed to spend months wondering about Chuuya's job in a chat if he tells me in an instant? And don't tell me that Dazai would go around telling EVERYONE that he was a former mafia executive- that's so out of character 😨

Bsd 114.5 is WILD but like, someone pls explain how did that rat kill Karma then????